Chapter 6 Chapter 6

The moment the mask was pulled off, Song Ran was suddenly shocked and was shocked by his abruptness and recklessness.

She faced his strange and familiar face, at a loss, panic and dull, unable to say a word. Her hands also let go of fear and the mask fell off.

He was very focused, his eyes drooped, and he raised his hand to catch the falling mask.

He had no extra emotions, but he frowned seriously because of the chaos around him. He did not stop in front of Song Ran, and turned around to escort the perpetrators.

"Don't you remember me?" Song Ran shouted and squeezed in, grabbing his sleeves again through the wall. It turned out that the special police combat uniform had such texture, rough and frosted.

He turned around again, not knowing whether he could hear her murmur. He looked at her tightly clasped fingers on his arm with some confusion.

The police around were busy resisting the crowd and had no time to take care of her. But the crowd was surging, and she could not catch her anymore and said anxiously: "You saved me! You don't remember? In Su Rui City, you saved me!"

He didn't seem to remember, and the perpetrator he was controlling was still struggling.

After all, he was a patient and polite person, and he said to her persuasively: "Madam, I am performing official duties."

She was stunned for a moment, knowing that she was rude. She suddenly lost her strength in her hands, and the loss on her face looked very pitiful.

He glanced at her, and had no time to take care of it, so he turned around and wanted to leave. She was about to let go, but she grabbed it again.

"What's your name?" She looked at him, afraid that he wouldn't answer, so anxious that she almost choked up and asked, "What's your name?!"

He hesitated for a moment and said quickly: "Li Zan."

After saying that, he brushed away her hand that she grabbed on his arm.

"Retreat! Don't squeeze! Retreat!" The wall of people stopped by the special police against the crowd. Song Ran was pushed back by the wave of force, and the distance between her and him was completely widened.

He escorted the group of people away and soon disappeared.

After nearly half an hour, the riots gradually evacuated. There was a pile of paper and plastic garbage on the ground. Song Ran's white boarding box was stepped into a big hole, all with footprints.

She was so embarrassed that she carried the box out of the airport, and waited for nearly an hour before she squeezed into the bus.

It was raining heavily outside the car window, and the rainwater was flooded into the sea, and the waves were slapped on the glass. Liangcheng was almost submerged. Countless cars were soaked in the water and were on the verge of scrapping. However, the bus driver was very brave and drove the car as a ship quickly.

The heavy rain was turned upside down, and the city was paralyzed. The people in the car sighed and complained.

Song Ran leaned beside the car door, his eyes clear, his face peacefully, and his mood was like a breeze, slowly blowing thousands of miles across the road.

What a strange fate. Every time I meet, there are chaos and the fall of one city after another.

When she left the airport, she found out that Li Zan and the others were affiliated with the Jiangcheng Military Region, but were stationed in Liangcheng.

After arriving home, she called Ran Yuwei and Dicheng's book planner, saying that Liangcheng's heavy rain was cancelled. The weather was too bad recently, and it was estimated that it would be one or two days later.

Then she hung up the editorial department again. As she expected, someone had already interviewed the trouble at the airport.

When Shen Bei learned that she was at the airport, she said, "It's great, you must have recorded some information. Send it here quickly."

Song Ran said: "I recorded a little at the beginning, but the part that started fighting later..."

She forgot.

After seeing Li Zan, she didn't have the energy to take care of her cell phone.

Chen Bei said: "Didn't remember it?"

"Yeah. It's too crowded."

"It's okay. I'll go online to search later and I'll probably be able to buy clues. Send it to me first if you take a photo."

"Okay." Song Ran thought about it and said, "Have you found all the materials?"

"Um."

“…had the police interviewed?”

Chen Bei stuck in the shell: "Oh, it's over, I still have to get the manuscript now."

Song Ran recommended himself: "I'll help you with an interview."

Chen Bei was stunned for a moment: "Why are you so embarrassed? Besides, aren't you on vacation?"

"The flight was cancelled, and there was nothing to do anyway."

"That's so thank you. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the rain did not slow down at all. Song Ran drove onto the ring road, and the dark clouds pressed against the sky, and the sky was dark like night; the rain hit the car like sand and gravel. The sky was in a vast and chaotic state, and the entire city sank into the water. Passing a section of the national highway, all the vehicles passing by for a long distance were parked on the side of the road and double flashed. The turbid river waves in the Yangtze River in the distance rushed over the shore, as if they were about to cross the embankment and pouring in in the next second.

Song Ran took the shortcut to the near Xiguang Road. When she got off the elevated road, she drove past a depression. The whole car fell into it and she was shocked. The wheels rolled up water all over the sky and almost stopped the engine. Fortunately, she drove fast enough to escape the disaster.

Today is the weekend. Due to heavy rain, almost no one went out. The street was empty, so she drove to the security area alone, entered the gate smoothly, and arrived in front of an open office building similar to a teaching building.

She had no umbrella in her car, and the parking space was about fifty meters away from the office building. She gritted her teeth and ran into the wind and rain, soaked by the cold rain. As soon as she rushed up the steps, she had not yet stood firm, and she ran into a man in black combat uniform and quickly got off the stairs.

Just as he was about to run into it, the man stopped in time and took a small step back to avoid it. Song Ran also stopped and stood firmly, and his heart almost rushed out of his throat.

"Sorry." She raised her head in embarrassment, and the broken hair on her forehead was tangled, shaking on her wet forehead. As soon as she raised her head, she bumped into Li Zan's slightly surprised eyes.

He was holding a black umbrella. He had just seen her car upstairs and was about to go downstairs to pick her up. Unexpectedly, she rushed over directly.

The two of them stared blankly and didn't say anything for a second.

Outside the edge of the building, water vapor filled the water, and the raindrops were scattered, instantly wetting his short hair. He casually wiped the rain on his forehead and smiled: "Reporter Song?"

"Yeah." She nodded tickly.

He raised the umbrella in his hand and said, "I'm sorry to come down late."

When he said this, he smiled at her again, his mouth raised a slight curve and his eyes also bent.

Her heart beats very quickly and her face is red: "I forgot to bring an umbrella myself." She said that, but she was speechless: It's so heavy rain, Song Ran, you are really good.

So he lowered his eyes and stared at his umbrella, a very simple large black umbrella with wooden handles, painted black without any decoration. His fingers unconsciously tapped the handle of the umbrella, and there were calluses that were ground out from holding the gun at the knuckles.

"Let's go." He turned around and took her upstairs.

As expected, he is a soldier, and his back is straight when he goes up the stairs.

She looked at his back, confused for a moment, and asked, "Officer Li?"

"Hmm?" He turned around.

"What word is zan?"

"Next to the character Wang."

"oh."

Zan.

She just liked this word very much, Song Ran thought to herself.

When he entered the conference room, there was a special policeman. He stood up and greeted Song Ran, introducing himself to Chen Feng, who was the instructor in charge of accepting this interview.

"Have you been in the rain?"

"I forgot to bring an umbrella." Song Ran's hair and face were covered with water, and her clothes were soaked. Fortunately, she wore a dark T-shirt and jeans for the convenience of travel. It was not too embarrassing.

As he was talking, a sound came from the room.

Li Zan squatted beside the cabinet and opened the drawer. He took out a box of paper from it. He got up and walked to the table and pushed it gently. The paper pump slid along the smooth tabletop to Song Ran. The force was just right and the angle was not biased, touching Song Ran's palm.

"Thank you." Song Ran took a tissue to wipe her hair, then simply wiped her bag and cell phone.

Looking at the man opposite the table, he didn't sit over, holding his arms and leaning against the wall, and standing with his legs crossed. He was wearing a navy blue and almost black short-sleeved combat uniform, with a belt tied high and tight, making him look tall and long. He was quiet and peaceful, and he didn't seem to participate too much.

Chen Feng sat here, at a right angle to Song Ran.

Song Ran opened the recorder, opened the notebook, wiped his hands again with a tissue. In this rainy weather, the paper in the notebook was soft and slim.

"Hello, the Director Chen, our News Department would like to interview you about the small-scale violence that occurred at the airport this morning. Thank you for your cooperation and help."

"Don't be polite, please ask if you have any questions."

During the interview, we learned that the airport security was not under their jurisdiction. However, too many people were stranded in the past two days, which caused huge safety hazards. The airport was not equipped with enough staff, so they applied for police support, so they went over to help.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "You should go to the Public Security Detachment to interview the police. There are many people there. We only transferred a small group of people."

Song Ran smiled guiltily and apologized: "It's because I don't have enough experience, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Feng said generously, "and then ask."

Song Ran’s questions were prepared by Shen Bei, and everything was carried out step by step. Because they did not accept video interviews here, Song Ran only used a recorder, which was relatively simple to operate. Chen Feng was the instructor in charge of publicity in their team. He was familiar with the profession and cooperated very well. Both sides had a tacit understanding of each other. Their low voices were sandwiched in the storm, making the room quieter.

Halfway through, Song Ran accidentally looked at the direction by the window again.

The sky outside the window is dark, and there are fluorescent lights in the room, and the light is faint.

Li Zan leaned against the wall and watched them talk seriously. Because she was talking at the time, he stared straight into her eyes.

On a rainy afternoon, there was a damp smell like old days, like the smell of moist paper smelled when you walked into a library of old age.

When she saw his eyes, her mind suddenly blank. Fortunately, Chen Feng spoke in the next second, and his eyes naturally moved towards the latter. It was as light as a feather.

The interview was completed about half an hour later.

"Is there any other question?"

"I've asked all the questions. Thank you so much." Song Ran said, and Yu Guang saw Li Zan standing up from the wall and walking towards the door.
To be continued...