Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

"This town has been temporarily designated as a media observation area by the warring parties in Kerna. Although I don't know if they will keep their promise, it should be safer than other places to a certain extent. You should be able to survive if you stay here."

"Thanks."

Mo Dao's words seemed to give the young man more confidence.

But Mo Dao looked a little silent when he looked at the young man's expression.

In the interview car, Lu Hong, who was a guest cameraman, did not shoot in this direction anymore, but through Mo Dao's portable microphone, he could still hear the conversation on Mo Dao's side.

Hearing that Lu Hong had mixed feelings, he turned back and forth, trying to find a cigarette to smoke. After several attempts, he remembered that he had finished smoking and not bought one. In the end, he just pulled his hair and sighed.

Here, Mo Dao paused and backed out of the shed again.

"Wait for me. To thank you for accepting our interview, we have a small gift for you."

Mo Dao turned around and returned to the interview car outside the alley.

"Brother Lu, give me a spare flashlight in the car."

There is a flashlight in the interview car, but it is not used most of the time.

"Give."

Lu Hong had already heard what Mo Dao said to the young man, and probably knew what Mo Dao wanted to do.

"There's still some food in the car, let's give it to him too. We can't eat much."

By the way, Lu Hong dug out a few more bags of bread and snacks from the car and stuffed them out together.

Mo Dao nodded and didn't say much. After taking it, he walked back to the shed where the young man was staying.

However, just like the first time, the young man did not reach out to take it, but just looked at Mo Dao silently,

"This is a thank you for agreeing to appear."

Mo Dao also gave a small amount of banknotes. The amount was very small, and the total amount converted into RMB was less than one hundred.

"You already gave it just now."

The young man spoke to the translation software on Mo Dao's phone while staring at Mo Dao,

"Or, you can understand it as a meeting gift as a friend."

Mo Dao smiled at the young man.

After hearing the translated words, the young man came out of the shed and reached out to take it.

Then after a moment of silence, he said,

"Thanks."

"Will you still come here?"

"Probably. I hope you can build a beautiful house here."

"Of course, reporter. You will definitely see it when you come here again. The most beautiful house in the 'Beautiful Oasis' must be mine."

Listening to Mo Dao's last words, the young man also smiled.

He set a goal.

However, neither of them told each other their names until the end.

Mo Dao looked at the young man again, then stretched out his hand and shook it.

The young man also imitated Mo Dao's behavior seriously and shook hands with Mo Dao.

…

Mo Dao walked out of the alley again. After looking towards the alley, the young man returned to the shed.

He wanted to repair the trowel and the mud box.

Even if there was still a war outside, he still had to prepare.

Even if Uncle Gallup dies, he will continue to repair their house.

…

"Brother Mo, where should we go next?"

"Let's go on to interview the residents of the town."

"OK."

Mo Dao did not return to the interview car.

Lu Hong drove his car and followed Mo Dao slowly.

And Mo Dao, although he came here this time to report on this war, he was not obsessed with chasing the places where the artillery fire roared.

along the street,

Mo Dao interviewed several more residents of small towns.

An old man named Kellner, who was leaning against the window, saw Mo Dao, a reporter, from a distance, and greeted Mo Dao loudly.

Then he leaned against the window and chatted with Mo Dao.

He didn't seem to have much fear about the war. He just chatted with Mo Dao. Because of the war, he didn't buy any food for tomorrow at the town market today.

"...Maybe I should have bought food for tomorrow yesterday...it's really stupid to think about it now."

"Do you know why I didn't do that? I thought yesterday that I might die today... Then why do I need to think about tomorrow..."

"Why are these damn bastards fighting here..."

The old man just complained a little, complaining about the various troubles caused by the fighting between Kerna's opposition and government forces.

But it doesn’t sound like it’s talking about a war. It sounds like it’s describing the troublesome neighbor’s loud quarrel in the early morning.

"Sir why didn't you leave town with the others?"

Mo Dao was doing the interview.

"Leave? Where to go. My child, I know you may be wondering why I am not so afraid of war...because most of my life, Kerner has been at war...oh...how could this be? How could this happen, child..."

The old man who had been nagging and complaining about all the inconveniences brought to him by the war suddenly covered his face and cried sadly.

Tears could not be concealed, sliding down his face that was slack due to age.

"Child, I am already old...just let me die here."

Finally, the old man just said this.

…

After the old man, I also met a relatively young middle-aged couple.

"...We have no other place to go, this is our home. If anyone wants to break in, let him come."

"All we can do is pray, yes, that's all."

The couple's faces were filled with anxiety and fear, but as they said, they had no other choice.

And interviewed a refugee who had fled from southern Kerna, similar to the previous teenager.

"I fled from southern Kerna to here, and I have walked a long way. I don't want to go any further... Is that the capital of Kerna?"

"If they want to kill me, let them kill me..."

In addition to these sporadic people who can still be seen in some closed houses or narrow alleys,

the whole town is mainly bleak and depressing.

The only sound that can be heard in the whole town seems to be the sound of artillery shells and gunshots outside the town.

"Fuck... fuck..."

Not far away, another bomb landed on the outskirts of the town not far from Mo Dao and the others.

The huge explosion sounded, and the driver Lu Hong couldn't help but curse.

"Brother Mo, should we go over there? The sound of fighting over there seems to be a lot of noise?"

Lu Hong turned his head and asked Mo Dao again.

Mo Dao looked at Lu Hong and nodded. Just as he was about to return to the interview car,

he and Lu Hong both received the message.

It was sent by the news agency.

Maybe because they were afraid that Mo Dao would not be able to read the message, they also sent a message to Lu Hong.

The content of the message was very simple.

It was what the editor-in-chief had mentioned to Mo Dao before, that the headquarters was going to broadcast the report live on the official social media account.

The headquarters was ready and asked Mo Dao if it was convenient. If it was convenient, they would take over the live broadcast signal.

After Lu Hong took a look, he looked at Mo Dao and waited for Mo Dao to make a decision.

Mo Dao nodded.

"Brother Lu, take over the broadcast signal."

Mo Dao got on the interview car and pointed the camera at himself.

Lu Hong operated the equipment on the interview car, then signaled to Mo Dao that it was OK.

Then, he drove the car and slowly moved in the direction they had decided.

After seeing Lu Hong's gesture, Mo Dao nodded, then pointed at the camera and started the live broadcast.

"Good evening, everyone. I am Mo Dao, a reporter from China News Agency, reporting from the front line of Kerna."

Because of the time difference between Kerna and China, it should be late at night in China at this time.

And this live broadcast actually has a five-minute buffer time,

to avoid live broadcast accidents and to cut out some overly bloody scenes in time.

So,

in China, five or six minutes later.

A hot search of "China News Agency Directly Hitting the Kerna War" directly landed on the top of the hot search list of various social media.