Chapter 5 Chapter 5

The encounter between people is one in seven billion fate.

Song Ran used to be dismissive and thought that this statement was pretentious, but now she fully experiences the insignificance and helplessness of the number one in seven billion.

The man named Azan, she didn't know his name or his appearance, had only seen his eyebrows and eyes on the black mask.

That's all.

Such a shallow fate, I'm afraid that one day she would not recognize him when he was passing by on the street.

She hid her disappointment and took out a set of rhetorics she had prepared before to interview Luo Zhan. She had a certain understanding of the background so that she would not be exposed.

At first she felt that maybe Azan was Luo Zhan. But when she heard his voice, she was sure that it was not.

Luo Zhan misunderstood her inattention as nervousness and smiled and said, "Are you a new reporter?"

"No." Song Ran covered up his panic and said, "...I have never interviewed a soldier before."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a terrible person either."

Song Ran smiled embarrassedly and asked, "I saw Chen Bei's interview that you encountered an explosion when you evacuated the overseas Chinese and saved a female compatriot?"

"Well. She accidentally got into a car with bombs..."

Song Ran didn't give up and asked if there were any similar thrilling events in their team, related to the explosion.

Luo Zhan said there was nothing.

Azan is not their team.

It takes more than four hours to drive back to Liangcheng.

In the morning, cars came and went on the expressway. Song Ran drove quietly, occasionally giving way and overtaking, in an orderly manner.

On both sides of the road, green rice fields and blue rivers spread out in a row, and the summer sun is overwhelming.

She felt that she should never meet him again.

It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon when she returned to Liangcheng. Song Ran was hungry and tired, and the sun made her almost exhausted. It was rare to have a good rest on a weekend, but she drove for more than eight hours.

She leaned in the back of the chair and stared blankly, thinking about what she did that night, which was absurd and futile.

She had a wrong mind.

Just as she was about to get off the car, her stepmother Yang Huilun called and asked her to go home for lunch.

Drive into the family courtyard of the Municipal Archives Bureau. The sycamore tree covers the sky and the sun is covered with an olive tree. Song Ran looked back and looked at it more. Recently, it was rainy, and the olive tree grew lush and smooth, unlike the olive tree in the Eastern Kingdom, which is dusty and listless.

She parked the car in the large open space in front of the tube building, and just went up the corridor on the third floor, she heard Yang Huilun scolding Song Yang: "It's been when it's already? It's the end of June. The graduation certificate has been issued, and you haven't found a job yet. I asked you to have more snacks before and only know how to fall in love."

Song Yang talked back: "I haven't looked for anything, I haven't found any good ones."

"Isn't the unit that Aunt Li introduced to you pretty good?"

Song Yang muttered: "What's so good? I'm exhausted and I'm only 2,500 a month. I won't do it."

"I think you are a very good person. You still want to be idle after studying for a third-tier university? Your sister is from a prestigious university. She just graduated and was only 3,000 yuan. She worked overtime every day on business trips and didn't see her being so cute with you. Why don't you learn a little bit by a father?"

Song Yang said: "I think there is something wrong with my mother's genes."

Bang.

Yang Huilun hit Song Yang with a broom.

Song Ran walked into the house, and Song Yang ran up to hide behind her: "Sister! She abused children again!"

"Ran Ran is back?" Yang Huilun smiled and looked at Song Yang with a sudden fierce look. "You should find a job for me and move out. It will make me angry all day long, and I will get angry when I look at it."

Song Yang said: "Where should I move? My sister's mother has a house for her, but my mother doesn't."

Song Ran turned around and glared at her. His father, Song Zhicheng, who was sitting on the small sofa reading the newspaper, also looked over.

Song Yang knew that the joke had been made, so he quickly went up and hugged Yang Huilun's arm and shook it. Yang Huilun ignored her and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes. Song Yang followed in and begged for mercy.

Only father and daughter were left in the small living room.

Song Zhicheng greeted his eldest daughter to sit down and said that he had recently paid attention to "Pre-War? Records of the East" and liked it very much. For Song Ran, this was a very high evaluation. His father always liked to collect newspapers and magazines, and specifically selected reports written by Song Ran, looking for troubles, studying grammar, and supplementing information to support evidence.

But this time he didn't ask his daughter about his faults, but only told some cultural background and historical issues of the Eastern Kingdom for a few of the stories.

Yang Huilun was setting up the dining table. She couldn't understand the conversation between the father and daughter, but wanted to ask Song Yang to learn something. When she turned around, she saw that Song Yang stole the chicken gizzard in front of the stove. Yang Huilun sighed and entered the kitchen.

Song Zhicheng glanced at the direction where his current wife left and asked in a low voice: "What did your mother say?"

He asked her real mother.

Song Ran: "I said I should not go to the Eastern Kingdom in the future."

Song Zhicheng stopped talking.

Song Ran knew that he regarded her as pride, and wanted to prove to his lofty ex-wife that the daughter he raised was excellent. But Song Ran felt that in the eyes of her mother who was used to seeing the world, her small city level was nothing.

"Do you still go to the Imperial City this summer?"

"I've gone. I've asked for leave." During my study, Song Ran went to Dicheng to accompany her mother every winter and summer vacation. After work, she also asked for annual leave as usual. However, there was something else this time, she wanted to meet a bestseller planner.

Yang Huilun made a table of dishes, which were all loved by Song Ran. But she was tired of staying up late and had a bad appetite. She couldn't bear to waste her kindness, so she forced herself to eat some.

When she was drowsy after eating a meal, Yang Huilun made her wake up with a word: "Does Ranran start to have a boyfriend?"

Before Song Ran could speak, Song Yang blocked her: "Oh my god, how old are you, just urge me?"

"You girl is in love in junior high school and you are so embarrassed to speak!" Yang Huilun glared at her and then eased her tone, "I'll remind you, I'm afraid that Ranran will only care about work and forget about this matter year by year. By the way, Ranran, what do you like?"

Song Ran was stopped and she couldn't answer.

She has never had a relationship with her so old. Her emotional experience is a pale piece of paper.

She is not ugly, she is quite beautiful and elegant, with a bookish temperament. She likes to write articles when she is studying. School newspapers and radio stations have her signature. She is especially well-written, with the blackboard newspapers in the class and the school announcement wall, which are pleasing to her. When she is studying, a boy has had a crush on her, but she is ignorant and quiet on weekdays, which probably gives people a temperament of being alienated and cold.

Once at a class reunion, everyone said she was an iceberg talented woman. Song Ran was very surprised. She didn't realize she was cold, and she didn't realize she was talented woman. She was just an ordinary person who was so ordinary that she could not be more ordinary.

As for the love that has not been around for a long time...

She suddenly thought of that person and couldn't help but feel a sting in her heart: She didn't even know what he looked like.

Yang Huilun sighed: "You two are too pure, and the other is too troublesome, so they are not worry-free." She hoped that Yangyang could break up with her incompetent boyfriend.

After dinner, Song Ran took a nap in Song Yang's room. Her family knew that she was tired and did not disturb her. There were only cicadas outside the window whispering and playing with marbles with the children nearby.

She slept until eight o'clock in the evening, and her parents went out to cool off. The food was covered with a net. Song Yang went out for a date and threw the leftover bowls and chopsticks on the table.

After Song Ran finished the meal alone, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks left by Song Yang, and sent a text message to her mother Ran Yu, saying that she would set off at the end of the month.

On June 30th, Song Ran set out to the Imperial City.

There was another heavy rain in Liangcheng, and the water level of the Yangtze River outside the city continued to rise. Waterlogged in many places in the city and traffic was almost paralyzed. When she arrived at the airport, she was covered in rain and was an hour late. But she did not miss the plane, and the flight was delayed.

The airport is crowded with stranded passengers, and water stains are everywhere on the floor. Chairs are in short supply, and a large number of passengers are sitting on the ground with their luggage. The chaos is comparable to those of the train station during the Spring Festival.

There was heavy rain outside the dome glass window.

Some people cursed and left, while most people were still waiting for a miracle. Until at some point, lightning flashed and thundered above the airport, and the flight status on the flight information sign turned red one after another, from "flight delay" to "flight cancellation".

The huge airport was filled with people and resentment.

Song Ran stood in the outer circle, taking a cell phone with her phone to shoot. After recording it in a hurry, she sighed. Now she will definitely not be able to get a taxi when she goes back, and I don’t know if the subway is still running.

She dragged the small boarding box and wanted to pass through the crowded crowd. Suddenly, there was a noise, and some passengers had a conflict with the ground server staff and started fighting in a small range. For a moment, all the anger was ignited, and the passengers were crowded together, pushing, yelling, cursing, and fighting against the ground servers, crews, and security personnel.

Song Ran tried hard to raise her phone to take a picture, but she was caught in the crowd and went with the flow and could not regain her center of gravity.

Both sides were extremely angry, and more and more people were involved in the fight and causing trouble. Song Ran was wrapped in the crowd and couldn't stand it. Her clenched boarding box was kicked and squeezed. Her hands were almost torn off and her body could not maintain balance.

When the situation worsened, a shout suddenly came from somewhere: "The police are here! The police are here!"

The manic crowd suddenly calmed down for a moment, but the troublemaker at the center of the storm had not stopped and dragged several flight attendants and flight attendants to continue beating.

A team of special police officers stabbed the crowd like a sharp blade, and reached the center in a few seconds, subduing the group of people who were fighting and causing trouble and pressing them to the ground.

Some people around him who were eager to try it out didn't dare to come forward again when they saw this. They were bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

But the people on the outside are still rushing inside.

Several special police officers in black stopped a line and separated the crowd. They used their bodies to resist the crowds and shouted: "Go back! Don't squeeze! Go back!" While they stood against the crowd, they left a passage to evacuate the crowd in turn.

"Don't squeeze! Back!"

Someone shouted at several foreigners in the crowd: "stayput!"

Song Ran was shocked and immediately looked in the sound. Through the numerous figures, she suddenly saw him.

Above the black mask, his eyebrows were frowning and his eyes were bright, blocking the crowded crowd: "Get back!"

That vague memory was clear in an instant.

Song Ran suddenly rushed towards him and involuntarily, she tried her best to push away the crowded crowd. She saw that he was going to give his position to his companions, and he left the dividing line of the human wall and wanted to take away the troubled people behind the human wall first.

Song Ran's heart was beating wildly, so anxious that she ignored the hindrance of the boarding box. She loosened the box and squeezed towards him desperately.

There were too many people, and she squeezed to the edge with all her strength, reaching out to grab him between two or three people, but he just turned around and left.

Song Ran grabbed a blank in her hand. She was stunned for a moment, and all the blood was pouring on her head. She suddenly shouted: "A Zan!"

There were loud noises around, and the sky was filled with boiling sounds.

"Ah Zan!!!"

He paused for a moment and turned around; his eyebrows frowned, his eyes cursed.

She suddenly pushed forward, almost pounced on her, her hand crossed the wall of people surrounded by the special police, and pulled his mask off in an instant.

Face to face is a handsome and young face.

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