Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

"Brother Mo, where are we going now?"

Wait until Mo Dao and Mo Dao are the only two people left on the street.

Lu Hong waited for a while, but couldn't help but poke his head out and asked Mo Dao.

On this empty street, there may be unexpected shells and stray bullets coming around at any time.

There were suddenly a lot less people around, which made ordinary people feel even more uneasy.

"Brother Lu, just keep the camera pointed at me in the car without getting out of the car."

Mo Dao turned his gaze and landed in an alley on the street.

"Oh, oh...ok!"

Lu Hong was a little confused at first, then he followed Mo Dao's line of sight and looked out of the car window, then he understood.

In the deepest part of the alley on the street, there is a shed-like residence.

At the end of the alley is a half-walled house with no sealed windows or roof.

There was plastic sheeting and even some plastic bags and the like placed on top of the shed, layer by layer.

Just like this, we built a small shelter that can provide shade from the sun and rain.

The most important thing is that in this shed, through the gap in the curtain of the shed, a human face can be seen, with a pair of eyes looking out intently.

However, when Mo Dao looked over and walked over there, his eyes suddenly shrank back into the shed.

When he walked to the shed, Mo Dao did not try to lift the plastic sheet in front of the shed, but just stood in front of the shed and waited quietly.

After a while,

The eyes and face before seemed to be because they had not heard any movement for a long time.

He appeared again vigilantly through the gap in the curtain of the shed.

Then, he saw Mo Dao again,

He instinctively wanted to retreat further, but then he seemed to realize that Mo Dao had seen him,

So he froze his movements and stared at Mo Dao with wary eyes through the plastic curtain of the shed.

"Hello."

Mo Dao spoke the only few sentences he knew in the native language of Kerna.

The figure behind the door curtain still didn't respond, just stared at Mo Dao.

Mo Dao squatted down relatively slowly, keeping eye level with the figure. The man seemed to be sitting in the shed.

Mo Dao didn't speak anymore, he just took some snacks from his pocket and handed them to the people in the shed.

The person behind the shed still didn't move, neither answered nor spoke.

Mo Dao didn't say anything, he just kept doing this.

After staying like this for a while, the man in the shed spoke.

It was the voice of a young child, but Mo Dao didn't understand what he was saying.

Mo Dao gestured first, then took out his mobile phone.

But the moment Mo Dao touched his phone, the figure in the shed instinctively shrank back, as if he was worried that Mo Dao would take out a weapon.

"Can you tell me this?"

Mo Dao opened the translation software, translated the sentence and handed it to the person in the shed.

The figure in the shed gradually turned back when he heard the sound coming from the mobile phone.

Then he poked his head out of the shed, looked at Mo Dao warily, and took Mo Dao's mobile phone over.

This was also the first time that Mo Dao saw clearly the faces of the people in the shed.

This is indeed a child, or rather, a thin young man who looks only eleven or twelve years old, but may actually be a little older.

"Is this a mobile phone?"

"Yes, this is a mobile phone."

After playing with Mo Dao's cell phone for a while, the young man followed Mo Dao's instructions and clicked on the translation software.

The two reluctantly started communicating.

However, the young man still had deep wariness in his eyes.

"Would you like some?"

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"I'm a reporter. A reporter from China."

I don't know whether it was when he heard the word "China" or "reporter", the young man's eyes became less wary.

But he remained taciturn and obviously unwilling to talk more.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Do you want to interview me?"

The boy asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yes."

Mo Dao gave the answer.

The young man's eyes moved back to some snacks that Mo Dao had been handing over.

"When you do interviews in your country, do you also give away things?"

"Well... sometimes. After all, not everyone is willing to stop and listen to reporters."

Mo Dao gave an answer.

After the young man looked at Mo Dao again, he reached out and took the things in Mo Dao's hand.

Then he stuffed it all into his mouth,

After they finished eating, the young man wiped his mouth and said,

"Just ask."

"Are you a resident of this town?"

"No."

Young people cherish words like gold.

But after I answered, I thought of something again, so I added another sentence,

"I'm from the South, and there was a war there...and there was a war here."

"How's the situation in town?"

"They're all gone. There's a war going on here."

"Do you live here alone?"

"No, I'm with Uncle Gallup. He went to the river to dig mud and will be back soon. We are going to build a house here together."

The young man turned his head and looked at the half-built house next to the shed.

The young man turned back again, his eyes still wary.

Looking at this boy who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, Mo Dao paused for a moment, and then asked again,

"Are you scared?"

When the young man heard the words translated on his mobile phone, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Mo Dao,

He didn't speak.

"What are your plans next?"

There was some confusion in the young man's eyes, but he still didn't give an answer.

"Is there any food left?"

The young man just lowered his head and asked again.

Mo Dao handed all the food in his pocket to the young man.

In silence, the young man took it again and ate it wholeheartedly.

But around the town, there were shells exploding and even gunfire from time to time.

This town is really close to the battlefield.

And in this battle, which was about the direction of the war, both sides of the war in Kerner basically moved out their belongings.

Over the town, helicopters and even fighter jets would fly by from time to time, dropping aerial bombs and even various explosives.

The emergence of this kind of air power was relatively rare in Kerner's war.

In this environment,

Mo Dao was interviewing this young boy from Kerner in this small town.

After waiting silently for the boy to finish eating, Mo Dao just asked,

"Need some water?"

"No...I have water here...do you want to drink it?"

"if you can."

The boy turned around and found a kettle, a bowl, and a ladle.

After searching around the shed, he found a clean cloth and carefully wiped the bowl with Mo Dao, then filled it with water and handed it to Mo Dao.

As if he was afraid that Mo Dao would dislike it, the young man lowered his head slightly when he handed it over and said nothing.

"Thank you. It's very sweet."

Mo Dao took the water and took a sip.

The young man raised his head again, his eyes less wary.

"This is, the water in the north of the town is much sweeter than the water here. I went to get it."

The boy explained.

Mo Dao gave the boy a thumbs up.

The young man paused, then said to Mo Dao,

"Would you like to come in and take a look?"

The boy invited Mo Dao to come into the shed and take a look.

"Is it convenient? Our cameras are still filming."

"Can."

The young man sat up and opened the shed.

There is a mattress in the shed, which is equivalent to a bed. There are many things piled on both sides, including many daily necessities.

But even though the space is small, things are packed neatly.

Mo Dao took off his shoes to avoid stepping on the things in the shed, and then entered the shed.

On the other side, Lu Hong was pointing the camera at this side. The moment the shed opened,

I almost broke into a cold sweat.

In the shed, right next to the boy's hand, there is actually a gun, which is the most common Aka 47 in Afika.

If the young man was stimulated and gave Mo Dao a shuttle, Mo Dao would probably fall to the ground in a sieve.

Lu Hong was really scared.