Chapter 27 Chapter 27

Song Ran watched Li Zan disappear at the boarding gate. Behind her, all the crew members on the plane got off the plane.

The flight attendant asked in surprise: "Why are you still standing here? You're leaving."

"Sorry." Song Ran pulled the boarding box and ran away. She had just left the corridor and her cell phone rang. It was a strange number, from Liangcheng.

She immediately picked it up: "Hey? Hello?"

Li Zan on the other side probably didn't expect her to move so quickly. After pausing for a moment, he whispered: "It's me."

She stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the apron outside the window, and her heart was jumping gently, saying, "I know it's you."

"Oh." He said, "I'll try it and see if the number is wrong."

"I remember correctly," she said, "You have a good memory."

After saying that, I realized that this is a nonsense. If I don’t have the concentration and memory that are higher than ordinary people, how can I become one of the best bomb disposal elites in a million?

He asked, "Are you back from vacation?"

"Well, I'm going to see my mother." She said. After saying that, he would definitely wonder why his mother was not in Liangcheng. But she didn't explain, and felt that there would be a chance in the future.

She asked, "Where are you?"

He paused and said, "On a business trip."

She asked, "Is it something related to the bomb again?"

There was only a noisy background sound there, and he did not answer.

At this time, a sound from the radio broadcast came from the other end of the phone, and he said, "Hang it first."

"Okay. Have a safe journey."

"Um."

Song Ran put down the phone and looked out the glass window. She saw the glass reflecting a thin indoor scene. Her face pursed her lips and looked at her face floating above.

It was not too late to leave the airport, but it was dark early in winter and it was a bit cold.

On the way home, Song Ran was sitting in a taxi, the coldness on her body had not dissipated, and she held her cell phone tightly in her hand, as if she was holding an important reassurance pill.

The next day when Song Ran just joined the TV station, her colleagues who were passing by all the way smiled at her.

Song Ran was not sure, so when he arrived at the floor of the News Department and walked into the office area, he saw a large bouquet of flowers on his seat, and his colleagues were smiling at her.

Song Ran was more puzzled. He pulled out the card on it and opened it, and said: "Congratulations to reporter Song Ran to win the Dutch International Photography Gold Award with his photo CANDY. - Liangcheng Satellite TV News Department"

The card also has a reduced printing plate of the photo.

CANDY—SONGRAN

"Congratulations!!!" The colleagues all cheered.

Xiaoqiu came up and gave her a big hug: "Ranran, you are so awesome, I knew you would definitely win the prize! Pulitzer has not announced yet, but it will definitely be yours!"

Song Ran closed the card and smiled: "Thank you."

Everyone came to congratulate:

"Song Ran, congratulations."

"You're famous this time."

"What's the hurry? This is just a warm-up. Pulitzer in April is the real bombshell."

Song Ran thanked everyone, she put the flowers aside and stuffed the cards into the drawer.

Since receiving treatment, she has not been as emotionally turbulent as before.

Compared to psychological counseling, she believes that it is mainly due to taking medicine. However, there are some side effects of the pills. Sometimes she feels like taking drugs, and she is very calm and active after taking the medicine, and then she falls into depression and self-doubt after a while.

It seemed as if she was no longer Song Ran, but a can of pills complex.

But the doctor told her not to examine herself or put pressure on her, and to take her treatment slowly.

Now, she had just taken medicine in the morning and looked at the award-winning matter very casually, not excited, not rejected or feared.

However, before the person could sit firmly, Liu Yufei came to find her.

After winning the award, a group of leaders came to express concern and condolences, asking about any difficulties in work, and promised to give her various relaxed policies and support in the future.

After meeting the leaders, it was almost over in the morning.

Song Ran had no urgent matters when she returned to the office. After thinking for a while, she unconsciously climbed over the wall and went to the foreign network. At first, she just checked her private information, and Sasin and many foreign journalists sent her congratulations.

She finished reading absent-mindedly and went to read other comments. This time, the criticism occupied a large amount of power.

A French newspaper even published an editorial on the CANDY award, criticizing the professionalism of the Dutch International Photography Award, denounced the long-term profit from human disasters, and prompted a group of reporters to take pride in hunting for curiosity, distorting human nature, and pursuing fame and profit.

Song Ran didn't read the tens of thousands of comments under that article and turned off the Internet.

When she was about to get off work in the evening, Song Zhicheng called her to come home for dinner. He knew from the news that she had won the prize.

My father's excitement was almost penetrated the microphone. Before he got off work, Song Ran heard the praises of the crowd on the other end. It should be his uncle and aunt in his father's unit.

Song Ran didn't want to go home very much, but she didn't want to disappoint Song Zhicheng, so she agreed.

After get off work, Song Ran drove to the archives family yard.

Today's winter has been reluctant to leave. After the Spring Festival, another cold wave is coming. The deciduous forest in the yard is still gray, with branches barely pointing straight to the sky.

The sky is also vast, I heard that it will snow again some days.

After getting off the car, the cold air was biting and it hit my face.

Song Ran wrapped her scarf tightly and trotted into the corridor. She climbed up to the third floor and walked to the door. She was about to push the door in, but she heard the sound of talking inside.

Yang Huilun said: "A few days ago, I heard people say that depression means being in a bad mood?"

Song Yang said: "Yes, not. Oh, you don't understand, just understand that love so much."

"You have also made me feel bad during this period. I'm afraid I'll have depression."

"Okay, why are you pulling me again?"

"Hey, how could your sister get this disease? She was not a person with a bad temper before, but now I'm worried when I talk to her."

Song Yang: "I just said you don't understand, that's psychological trauma."

Yang Huilun: "Psychological trauma? I think she is good, her work goes well, and she has won a big prize internationally. It's time to be in a good mood. What's wrong with thinking?"

Song Yang couldn't understand it and said, "Why are you cooking so early? You have to heat up again later. In the middle of winter, you can't wait for her to come back before cooking?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be hungry, so I'll ask you to eat some first." Yang Huilun sighed, "Hey, I don't know when she will be home, so I dare not ask. I called her that day, but she yelled at me. Now I feel trembling when I think about it. I will feel depressed when I do it a few more times."

"Oh my god, how long has it been? Do you still remember it? I also argue with you every day. Do you have to kill me?"

Song Ran held the door handle, the stainless steel was icy and cold, and the coldness reached her heart from her fingers. She slowly dropped her hand, stuffed her cold fingers back into her pocket, turned around, and went downstairs silently.

The north wind gushed in the corridor. She stood at the wind for a while and took out her cell phone. She clicked Li Zan's number and couldn't dial it. Her thumb trembled in the cold wind.

After more than ten seconds, the phone froze and turned off.

She took her cold cell phone back into her pocket and walked out of the corridor.

This winter seems to be endless and long.

Li Zan returned to Liangcheng after more than a week, and the temperature was still below zero.

When he returned home it was at night, from New York to Emperor City, he returned back again, and was exhausted. He took the key and opened the door. The lights were on at home. Li's father was cooking chicken soup in the kitchen.

Li Zan locked the Leng Feng behind the door, his voice was a little sandy, and he called out: "Dad."

"It landed an hour ago, why did it take so long on the road?" Li's father's concerning voice came from the kitchen.

"There's a traffic jam." Li Zan changed into slippers on the porch.

"Come here and cook the fire quickly," Li's father rubbed his hands and walked to the sofa, turned on the electric stove, and laid a small quilt on his head. "I don't know what happened this weather, it's still so cold in spring."

Li Zan didn't say anything, sat down and reached under the quilt to burn the fire.

Li's father looked at him a few times and wanted to ask him what the doctor said, but Li Zan just looked at the void in a daze without saying a word.

My father knew it clearly and didn't ask any more questions.

He went to the kitchen to work hard, brought the food to the table, and said warmly: "Azan, come here to eat. I stewed the chicken soup for the afternoon."

"Hey." Li Zan pursed her lower lip and bent her smile as she stood up.

The father and son sat at right angles, each eating without saying a word.

Halfway through the meal, Li Zan saw a pile of supplements on the shelf and asked, "What are you doing for buying these things?"

"It was sent by your army leader." Li's father said, "The days you have left, the instructors, political commissars, and leaders of the political department have all come to do ideological work."

Li Zan paused the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at him.

"You have a special military branch, an officer, and have made meritorious service. Now you are disabled. The army is not allowed to retreat. It is said that this does not comply with the policy. If you insist on doing this, it is to hit Jiangcheng Military Region in the face. It is so bad to spread the matter."

Li Zan lowered his head and ate the rice without saying a word.

"But your instructor also said that you don't want to go back to the army now, so you can do some non-profit work outside, just say that you are recuperating due to injuries. You must keep in touch with the army regularly and report your thoughts." Li's father stood up and brought a piece of paper, "This is a few designated places in the team where you can go to work."
To be continued...