My name is Lu Ren. I have never liked this name, but my grandfather said that only by pretending to be a passerby can I shoot the most authentic news.
When I grew up, I did become a journalist, but unlike my parents and grandfather, I was a war correspondent.
I used to be proud of my identity. After all, those who could become war correspondents were not ordinary people. At least the comrades around me had all survived life and death.
Until one day, I met someone who shattered all my pride.
The first time I saw her was during the debugging phase before the Liberation was launched. She was wearing a white coat and looked like a child wearing adult clothes. Standing next to Dean Qian Zilin, who was about 1.8 meters tall, she looked so petite.
When I learned that she was the project leader, my eyes widened in disbelief. No one would have thought that such a large project would be led by a teenager.
I think all the reporters around me at the time had the same thought - incredible.
But when I saw her standing in front of the debugging table, calmly directing the debugging, I raised my camera with envy and took a picture of this scene that can be put in the history books.
There are geniuses in this world, and Ling Yue is one of the best.
After spending a day at the base, when I went back the next day to sort out the information, the pale-faced man kept flashing through my mind.
There is no such thing as love at first sight, it's just lust at first sight. My dirty heart doesn't deserve such a beautiful idiom as love at first sight.
Yes, I admit that I was tempted by her beauty, but I am not qualified.
She is a pillar of the country, and I am just a small war correspondent.
But I still wanted to see more of her, so I started applying continuously to be able to report her deeds up close and film her daily life and work.
Fortunately, my application was successful.
On the day I received the order, someone from the Palace Museum came and brought me to Comrade Xiangzhong.
It was my first time meeting such a high-ranking leader of the country, and I was so scared that my heart was shaking.
You see, not only am I not as high-ranking as her, I am not even as courageous as her.
Xiangzhong didn't say anything, but instead expressed his concern for me. I know that Comrade Xiangzhong has always been kind.
Until he told me seriously: "Lingyue is a researcher for an important national project. It is very dangerous to film her work closely. If the enemy can't attack Lingyue, then you are the only breakthrough point because you know more."
He asked me if I was ready?
I was actually prepared for this a long time ago. After all, three generations of my family have been journalists. My parents were killed while filming the Nanjing Massacre. They know these things best.
I tried hard to calm my nervousness and nodded vigorously.
It doesn't matter if there is danger. The job of a journalist is dangerous in itself. What's more, I am a war correspondent. I can take perfect photos even under fire.
I signed a lot of agreements, but I didn't even read what they were specifically about. I only knew that I wanted to film her.
Not long after, I saw Ling Yue again, the petite girl.
She stood in the installation base of the Qinglong ship, directing people to move things.
She didn't see me, or rather, she only had eyes for her project. After all, sometimes she couldn't even see whether her partner Qian Zilin was around.
It wasn't until later that I found out that I had been there for a week and had taken many, many photos of her before she noticed me there.
Maybe my presence is just like my name.
My favorite photo is the day when the Qinglong ship was launched. Ling Yue had a braid different from others, with only her hair raised at the back of her head.
I specifically asked Lingyue's student what this was called, and she said it was called a high ponytail. Lingyue liked this hairstyle the most, simply because it was convenient.
I think this is very consistent with Ling Yue's personality of not liking trouble.
On the day Qinglong went into the water, Lingyue had her hair combed like this. She stood on the elevated platform on the shore, and her domineering look was captured in my camera.
This is my favorite, but I know that even if I like it, it doesn't belong to me.
Yes, all the photos I take need to be turned in, including the negatives.
Of course, even if I like them, I won’t keep them privately, because handing these photos over to the country is the greatest protection for Ling Yue.
Later, I followed her in the research laboratory of the Fifth Academy, at the radar base, and then to the Beijing Military Region Base.
I didn't stop filming until she was taken away.
I don't understand. Ling Yue is so patriotic. She doesn't belong to any faction. She just wants to do research. Why don't these people let her go?
I couldn't bear to see her get punished for this, so I ran around and contacted all my connections, but unfortunately, it didn't work.
Look, my connections are limited to this, and I can't save even one person.
Finally, I was targeted. Those who didn't get anything from Ling Yue set their sights on me.
Unfortunately, they won’t get even a single photo of me.
I was imprisoned for a year, and those people finally realized that I had nothing, so they 'kindly' sent me to an island.
I am really grateful to them. After all, I have never been afraid of hardship. I have experienced the most difficult times, so what else do I have to be afraid of?
I don’t know how long I stayed here, until one day, I was notified that I could leave. I happily set off back and returned to my battlefield.
The next time I saw her was at a commendation meeting. She was wearing a neat military uniform with medals hanging on her chest. She embodied the word "heroic" to the fullest.
But I found that she was not very happy. Maybe too many things had happened in the past few years and her burden was too heavy.
But I still can't do anything, and even my name may not leave a trace in her heart.
It's good this way. Watching her rise step by step is just like how she develops the country's scientific research step by step. At least I am involved in her project.
But such an outstanding person still gradually lost.
The last time I saw her was at her memorial service. Her photo was hanging there, still so vivid, but she would never smile and respond to questions from people around her again.
Nor will he hide in a tent, refusing to face the reporters' cameras.
After attending the memorial service, I applied for a position in the southern military region. I heard that it was not peaceful there, so I wanted to go to the most dangerous place to realize my value, just like Ling Yue realized the value of her life.
The application was approved very quickly, and I didn't hesitate to leave. I just packed my bag and left.
The south is indeed not peaceful, as a small country has been harassing the territory.
I think if Ling Yue were here, with her temper, she might just fire the missile at them and make them regret it.
However, she can't come, but I am here. I will write it down and tell Lingyue slowly after I go back.
At that time, I wonder if Ling Yue still remembered someone like me.
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