The man supported himself with his hands and jumped up from the ground. He brushed the dust off his head and shoulders and glanced at Song Lisa : "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Song Lisa sat up slowly. The loud noise of the explosion made her brain dizzy and her reaction was slow.
He said, "Take some time, don't rush to get up."
"Yeah." Song Lisa nodded. Her heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest.
The air on the ground was boiling and burning like fire.
Too hot.
It was almost noon and there was not a breath of wind.
She took off her mask and wiped the sweat from her head and neck.
He walked over to check the situation of the bomb fragments.
Song Lisa 's heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet, and her entire face was burning. She subconsciously wiped the dust off her face.
Another sergeant came over and asked, "Where are you from, reporter?"
Song Lisa said: "Liangcheng TV."
The other party was very surprised: "Why let you, a woman, go to the front line alone?"
Song Lisa said: "I'm not here to interview. I'm here to find someone."
"It's already this late, and you're still heading north?"
"I came to see my friends, and they gave me a ride to Gamma."
The other party understood and said, "Be careful along the way. The situation here is unstable. There is a small battle outside the city."
Song Lisa nodded: "I will. Thank you."
She stood up and walked to the motorcycle, unconsciously looking back at the man named "Jungkook ". He was squatting on one knee, holding a piece of shrapnel in his hand. Half of his face was exposed on the black mask, with a high nose bridge and handsome eyebrows.
She felt a little inexplicably melancholy. She looked away and got into the car, just as she was about to start it, when she heard a gentle voice: "Where is your friend?"
Song Lisa turned around and it was him.
He was still squatting on the ground, looking up at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils very bright.
Song Lisa looked at the brim of his hat and said, "Harris Hotel."
Over there is the foreign journalists' station.
He glanced at his watch and asked, "What time is the appointment?"
"Half past ten."
"It's too late." He kindly reminded.
Song Lisa took out his cell phone. It was 10:29.
She said to herself, "I can only go to Gama by myself on a motorcycle."
He threw the shrapnel in his hand up, caught it again, and a kind smile flashed in his eyes: "Do you know the direction?"
Song Lisa : "..."
She couldn't read the map because her cell phone had no signal, and she didn't recognize the foreign characters on the landmarks.
She looked up at the sun's position and roughly identified it: "That's the south... I guess. If I'm lucky, maybe I can catch up with the fleeing traffic."
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White Olive Tree
Romance"Ah Jungkook, I am Lisa." No person is an isolated island, except for you. That day, he looked outside the window and saw a white olive tree in the open field. *** Reporter Song is quite different from her appearance. Reporter Song works very dilige...
