Tehran's lover

I was woken up by a shrill scream.

　　Looking at The angry Shiman, I was a little overwhelmed, because it was the middle of the night, and we had just gone to sleep.

　　"What's wrong?" I rubbed my eyes and asked cautiously.

　　"Don't you love me?" Shiman asked inexplicably.

　　"How come?" I replied hesitantly.

　　"I want you to answer in the affirmative!" Shiman roared hysterically.

　　"What the hell is wrong with you?" What happened? "I'm in a bit of a hurry.

　　"I had a dream that you left me." Shiman began to cry.

　　"No, it won't." When my hand touched Shiman's shoulder, she pushed it away.

　　"Go, follow me!" Shiman lifted the quilt and said to me.

　　"Where to go?" Siman didn't answer me, so I got dressed and followed her out the door.

　　Shiman drove on the highways of Tehran, getting faster and faster.

　　"Slow down." I reminded me all the way, but she ignored it.

　　It was pitch black in front of him, and the speed of the car was still soaring, when Shiman suddenly released his hand on the steering wheel and asked, "Do you love me?" ”

　　"Love! love! I love you! I shouted.

　　Siman laughed triumphantly, and I slumped into my seat.

　　The next day I booked a ticket back to China and quietly boarded an Iranian Airlines flight to China.

　　I met on a plane when I was sent to Iran by the company, and she was learning Arabic and was going to study in Tehran for a year.

　　Iran's dilapidated plane instantly brought the two of us closer.

　　The place where I work is not far from Shiman's school, and she has no acquaintances here, nor do I.

　　We often eat and chat together, and we get acquainted with each other.

　　I originally had no intention of being close to Shi Man, she was not my favorite type, because in China I had a girlfriend who loved me very much, Tao Xin.

　　When I think of Tao Xin, my heart is happy again, and in recent months, I have contacted her less, and she obviously has some complaints.

　　"It's time to propose to her." I clutched the ring in my hand and thought.

　　When Tao Xin nervously blocked me at the door, my heart seemed to understand something.

　　"Who?" A man's voice came from the room behind Tao Xin.

　　"Deliver the courier." Tao Xintou did not reply back.

　　I handed the ring to Tao Xin's hand and said, "I wish you happiness." ”

　　Walking along the river, I found that I was not as sad as I thought, but I felt a sense of relief in my heart, which made me very strange, but I couldn't say where the strangeness was.

　　Looking at the street lamp, I walked into a bar.

　　This bar is very good for my appetite, I go every day, and before I know it, it has been a month. There is a girl who also goes often with her boyfriend, and is considered a familiar person.

　　One day I was half drunk and a strange woman burst into the bar and slapped the girl while her boyfriend stood by and didn't move.

　　The woman burst out scolding, stunned everyone. Everyone originally thought that the girl and the man were a happy couple.

　　"I love him! I just love him! He loves me too! The girl shot back stubbornly.

　　Watching the man silently follow the woman away, the girl collapsed in an instant.

　　My heart ached inexplicably, I pretended not to feel it, I tried to hide it, but it filled the whole space.

　　I rushed out of the bar, headed straight for the airport, and booked my ticket to Tehran.

　　Shiman's room had long been empty, and his mentor said that she had gone through the formalities of leaving school half a month ago and gone to Baghdad.

　　"What did she go to Iraq for?" I asked doubtfully.

　　"I don't know, she didn't tell me." The mentor was disgusted by my rudeness.

　　I walked out the door sheepishly, watched a plane fly over a clear sky, and muttered, "Baghdad?" ”

　　The planes from Tehran to Baghdad are infrequent, and the same ragged, bumpy and bumpy make you doubt life.

　　I was dazed as I walked out of baghdad airport.

　　Where did Siman go? Where should I go to find her? I didn't even think about it.

　　I frantically called my colleagues at the company and at home, and finally found someone in the Baghdad government who had a slight connection.

　　This man, Faisal, received me warmly, and it took him several days to find Out Siman's entry records.

　　"She arrived in Baghdad ten days ago and applied for a war press card as soon as she got off the plane, to the Iraqi border with Syria." Faisal made an appointment at a small restaurant in Baghdad.

　　"It's dangerous there right now, with Israeli bombardment every three to five minutes." Faisal continued.

　　"So when did she leave?" I asked nervously.

　　Faisal shrugged and said, "Who knows. Maybe it's gone long ago, maybe the documents haven't been done yet. And it has long been blocked over there, and not anyone can go if they want to. ”

　　Faisal gave me the address of Shiman, not far from here, only two streets away.

　　I hurried away with only one thought in my mind: she wasn't gone yet.

　　Stepping on the ruins of Baghdad made me feel a little trance-

　　A few days ago, I was still complaining about myself in the bustling city, but now I am here to lament life.

　　At this moment, a loud noise came from the distant street.

　　I looked up and saw a trail of fire and thick black smoke, and the buildings that had been standing were instantly razed to the ground.

　　"Bomb!" People screamed and fled.

　　I followed the crowd to a supermarket that had not yet closed its doors.

　　Suddenly, a petite figure emerged from a bakery and ran toward the billowing black smoke.

　　The stubborn figure was so familiar that it made my heart thump and beat rapidly.

　　With his camera, Shiman clicked and clicked at the buildings destroyed by the bombs. The fire ignited the car next to it, and there was a loud bang.

　　I rushed over, threw Shiman to the ground, and yelled, "You don't want to live? ”

　　A hint of surprise flashed in Shi Man's frightened eyes, but he pushed me away, turned around and said coldly, "Do you want to take care of it?" ”

　　I looked at Shi man's back and was speechless.

　　Suddenly, a man came out of the fire, holding a little girl of five or six years old, shouting and running toward us.

　　He didn't run far before he fell to the ground.

　　Shiman rushed over with an arrow, and I followed close behind.

　　The man was no longer saved, and the child in his arms had stopped breathing.

　　Shi Man desperately gave the little girl artificial respiration, and I was busy next to me but didn't know what to do.

　　After a long inhalation, the little girl finally woke up.

　　Shi Man looked at me and smiled happily, and his face, which was red from the light of the fire, looked so cute.