For the next few days, Wen Ruan and Andy followed Oliver around El Salvador, participating in numerous press conferences and international meetings.
The heated debates between representatives from various countries and the sharp remarks of the reporters left Wen Ruan constantly amazed.
The month of social practice flew by in a flash, as swift as the passage of a season. Soon it would be time for Wen Ruan and her companions to leave Sacramento. Oliver had just told Wen Ruan that they would be departing this afternoon to return to England, and asked them to prepare themselves.
But first they would meet up with Wen Ruan and her senior classmates, pick them up, and then set off together.
Wen Ruan lay on the grass, looking up at the vast sky and the distant gray mountains. The mountains and rivers meandered ruggedly, and the mountains and rivers met with the setting sun. It was clearly the most beautiful picture.
But looking down at the scene before him, he saw only devastation; the gloomy eyes and the wailing cries intertwined to create a scene of utter human suffering...
Looking at the land beneath her feet, Wen Ruan didn't know how much longer the people here would have to endure this, but there was nothing she could do for the time being. She could only silently pray for their safety.
The next day arrived quickly, and Wen Ruan, Andy, and Oliver, escorted by soldiers, arrived at the city where they had landed, which was also the capital of the Kingdom of Salvador.
Oliver and the driver had already gone to pick up Cynthia and the others, leaving only Wen Ruan and Andy at the airport. The group agreed to meet up later and board the plane together.
After a month of cleanup and control, the official airport has returned to normal order, and Wen Ruan and her group were on the flight to London that departed around 6 p.m.
It seemed like there was still plenty of time, so Andy and Wen Ruan discussed going to buy a coffee and have some lunch to patiently wait for Oliver and the others.
When passing by a newsstand, Wen Ruan casually paid for a copy.
There was a small incident when they bought coffee that touched Wen Ruan and Andy deeply. They bought two cups of coffee and some bread, and the shop owner gave them a discount of more than ten yuan.
Wen Ruan was a little confused, so she took the initiative to go up and ask.
The shopkeeper pointed to the slogan on Wen Ruan's clothes, which said that a female friend she met in the refugee camp had offered to mend her clothes when she saw a hole in them.
When she asked Wenruan what kind of logo she wanted, Wenruan drew a small white dove.
So the female friend sewed it on bit by bit according to the pattern provided by Wen Ruan. At the bottom of the pigeon, Wen Ruan clumsily learned and used needle and thread to outline the word "Peace" stroke by stroke.
The boss saw the pattern and the word "peace" and that's why he offered them a discount.
It's somewhat laughable, but this is the first time Wen Ruan has shopped here in all the time she's been in Sakha. Looking around, Wen Ruan sees the residents going about their normal lives, and everything is in perfect order.
If Wen Ruan hadn't just returned from the south of the country, she would have found it hard to believe that the country was experiencing a brutal rebellion.
Wen Ruan took a sip of coffee and looked out the glass window at the Salvadoran people who were diligently working, as if the war had no effect on them.
He glanced down and casually flipped through the newspaper he had just bought...
"Wen, what's wrong?!" Andy exclaimed, drawing surprised glances from those around them.
Everything was fine at first, and the two were quietly enjoying their lunch. But when Wen Ruan opened the newspaper, she suddenly saw some news, and her hands began to tremble. Tears suddenly streamed down her face, and her eyes turned red, which startled Andy.
Andy took the newspaper from Wen Ruan's hand. At the very top, in the largest section, was an article about local residents who refused to leave their homeland, spontaneously organizing an armed force to fight against the rebels. The youngest among them was eight years old, but sadly, they all...
A photo was also posted on the page, and in the very center of the photo, the figure looked very familiar to Wen Ruan—it was Little Leo...
In a previous interview, Leo smiled broadly and replied, "I'm going to become a hero tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going to strap on explosives and become a martyr!"
There was no fear in his eyes, only courage, even pride...
The photo in the newspaper was one that Little Leo asked the reporter to take another one of, saying, "I want it in the newspaper tomorrow!"
“It’s so hard for us to grow up here…” Wen Ruan kept replaying Little Leo’s words in her mind, and couldn’t help but burst into tears.
"He's still so young..." Wen Ruan murmured softly.
Andy was also somewhat shocked by the contents of the newspaper. He had heard Wen Ruan tell him about the cute little boy before, but he never expected to see him in person. He was at a loss for words when he saw his face for the first time under these circumstances.
All he could do was frantically try to comfort Wen Ruan...
Wen Ruan felt listless all afternoon. Images of innocent faces she had seen earlier flashed through her mind: Little Leo's innocent smile, the female soldier's weary face, Grace's grief at losing her daughter—they kept replaying in her thoughts...
At this moment, Wen Ruan felt an unprecedented fear of war; her understanding of war had never been so concrete before.
The fear of war may stem from the fact that we have actually heard the cries of humanity for war...
After Oliver and the others returned, it was soon time to board. Wen Ruan deliberately walked at the back of the line, and before boarding, she suddenly turned around and looked back at the place where she had stayed for more than a month...
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