Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 45

Hiba

He Liang was in trouble.

In such a big city, where can I find a beggar?What’s more, there was an air raid just a few hours ago. It’s hard to say whether the little beggar is alive now.

But Wen Di insisted on looking for him, so He Liang had no choice but to follow him.

The two of them walked along the road they took when entering the city yesterday, carefully looking at the streets of the main city one by one, wishing they could move away and take a look at all the ruins.

After searching for almost two hours, just when he was about to give up when he heard the flute, a dark and thin figure appeared in his peripheral vision.

There was a small figure behind the wall, half of its head exposed, looking at the two of them warily.

It was the kid from yesterday.

Wen Di’s heart suddenly dropped into his stomach along the way. He once desperately thought that the child had died in the air raid last night.

Just stay alive.

Wen Di waved to him, and the child blinked but did not move. The two were in a stalemate for almost a minute.

Wen Di suddenly sat down on the floor. He Liang was startled by his movements. He thought he was feeling unwell again and quickly tried to help him up from the ground: “Brother Wen? Are you dizzy? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you have any medicine on you? Why don’t you stop filming now and I’ll take you back to rest.”

Wen Di waved his hand: “I’m fine, it’s not that I feel uncomfortable. Don’t worry. This kid is probably scared and doesn’t dare to come over. I’ll sit there for a while and see if he can put down his guard. You go find a suitable shooting angle, find the camera position, and give me a microphone. If everything goes well, I’ll put it on him and start shooting directly.”

He Liang handed Wen Di two pieces of wheat, and Wen Di pinned one to his collar and put the other into his pocket.

Many people feel unnatural when facing the camera. Only by hiding the camera can people show their truest selves.

Wen Di was still sitting on the ground. This was what he learned when he interviewed the orphanage before.

From the perspective of a small child, adults are always tall, powerful, and full of oppression.

Few adults would squat down to look at them levelly.

Therefore, when children face strangers, they are more willing to get close to those who squat or sit down than those who stand.

Sure enough, after He Liang left, the child observed and listened to the flute in the corner for a while. He seemed very shaken, and finally walked out from behind the wall little by little.

Wen Di waved: “Kid, do you remember me? I gave you half a biscuit yesterday.”

Wen Di learned Arabic very well. After learning it for less than three months, he was already able to communicate with native speakers freely.

The child nodded, twirling the hem of his clothes with his little hands, and walked towards Wen Di step by step.

When he was still a few steps away from Wen Di, the child stopped. He never dared to raise his head, but his eyes fell on Wen Di again. The child seemed to hesitate for a long time and stretched out his hand to Wen Di.

Wen Di looked at the child’s movements and laughed. He took out half a steamed bun from his bag, the half he had reserved specially in the morning, and handed it to the child’s dark hand.

The child was still observing the surroundings as he had been the day before, taking the steamed buns and wanting to leave.

Wen Di’s mind was filled with the image of him being robbed of food and beaten until he couldn’t get up yesterday, with his little body curled up on the ground and moaning.

“Just eat here, I’m here to protect you, they don’t dare to come over.” Wen Di said, gesturing with his biceps like a child.

The child was holding half a snow-white bun and swallowing hard. Hearing Wen Di’s words, he was very shaken.

Wen Di didn’t rush him, just watched quietly.

The child nodded, slowly squatted down, rubbed up to Wen Di, and stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth.

Wen Di propped his head and watched beside him. He saw that the child’s clothes were dirtier than when he first saw them yesterday. There were also some bruises on his arms and calves, which should have been left yesterday.

The child devoured it and finished it in less than two minutes. After eating, he stood up helplessly and wanted to leave, but he felt that this was not good for a person who kept giving himself food. He wanted to sit down again, but he didn’t know if he had anything for him to eat.

“My name is Wen Di, what’s your name?” Wen Di saw the child’s embarrassment and felt that the time was right, so he spoke gently.

“…Hiba, my name is…Hiba.” The child said timidly.

“Hiba? It’s a very nice name. What does this name mean in Arabic?”

“A gift from God.” Hiba sat down next to Wen Di. He felt that the man in front of him had no ill intentions towards him. He would not snatch his food or punch or kick him. He was a good person.

Wen Di took Mai out of his pocket and showed it to Hiba in the palm of his hand.

Hiba was startled, jumped up immediately, and ran a few steps away, with panic and fear in his eyes: “Are you going to kill me? Is that a bullet?”

Wen Di was stunned for a moment and realized that the children here may have faced live ammunition every day since they were born. They have never seen these things.

He pointed to his collar: “Hiba, brother has a few questions to ask you. Are you willing to answer brother’s questions? If you are willing, wear this thing on your collar like brother.”

Hiba quietly looked at the wheat lying in Wen Di’s hand, nodded, took the wheat, pinned it on his loose and dirty clothes as Wen Di did, and then continued to hug his knees, his eyes fell into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Hiba, when you are ready to answer my brother’s questions, tell me.”

Wen Di didn’t start asking questions immediately. He needed to calm down, and so did Hiba.

Two figures, one big and one small, leaned against each other. Wen Di turned his head and took a closer look at the child, only to realize that Hiba was a little girl, very delicate and beautiful.

Wen Di silently remembered the meaning of Hiba’s name, a gift from God.Through four simple letters, you can feel her family’s love and expectations for her.If it weren’t for this war, Hiba would be living like a little princess in a fairy tale.

Instead of going around begging for food like wild dogs like now, you have to always be wary of being fought over and beaten by your own kind.

He clearly looks like he is only six or seven years old, but there is a heaviness and emptiness in his eyes that even adults may not have.

This kind of look is different from the looks of the children in the orphanage. Children who grew up in the orphanage can still see some children in their eyes, but Hiba does not. There is only despair in her eyes, not the kind of despair that is roaring and heartbreaking, but a quiet despair.

Her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. If you drop a pebble into it, there will be no movement except for a small splash and a few ripples.

After a long time, Wen Di heard a gentle voice coming from the small body beside him:

“…I’m ready, just ask.”

It was close to noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the air was filled with water vapor that made people breathless.

Wen Di and Hiba found a shady spot under a corner.

The two chatted for a while, and Hiba’s guard was slowly lowered, and her body was no longer so nervous. Under Wen Di’s guidance, she became fluent in speaking. Seeing her getting better, Wen Di slowly asked the question that he had been struggling with for a long time.

“Hiba, can you tell me where your family members are?”

“…”

The girl’s eyes were filled with sadness for a moment, but she did not cry. Her little hands were groping for small stones on the ground, and her fingernails were full of black mud.

“They’re all dead.”

“Is it…because of the war?”

Hiba nodded and said slowly: “Dad and mother were killed by bombs while sleeping at night. Dad only had one leg left, and mother had nothing left.”

Listening to the young voice calmly telling terrible things, Wen Di felt sad.

“That night, my mother made apple pie for Hiba and her brothers. Dad picked the apples from the tree outside. There were two big apples. Hiba ate them for the first time. They were sweet, crunchy and delicious.”

“My brothers also loved it, but they all left the apple to Hiba and only ate a small piece.”

“My parents didn’t eat a bite. They said they didn’t like it.”

“At night, my brothers slept in a house with dad, and Hiba slept in a house with mom. A bomb fell from the sky. We ran out, and dad was hit by a stone on the wall. He lay on the ground unable to walk. Dad cried in pain. Mom handed Hiba to her brothers and asked them to take Hiba to run. Then mom went back to help dad, and the bomb fell.”

“Hiba and brothers have no parents anymore.”

“How old was Hiba at that time?” Wen Di asked gently.

“Four years old, Hiba is now 7 years old.”

It was the air strike three years ago that shocked the whole world, but Wen Di remembered that the statement given by Country L at the time was that the air strike only targeted military facilities and had no impact on the lives of people in the J area.

They are lying, they are covering up the truth, and they want to carry out the genocide of the new century under the eyes of the whole world.

“So, where are the brothers? How many brothers does Hiba have? Where have the brothers gone?”

“Two, Hiba, had two brothers…the brothers are also dead.”

“…Is it also an air raid?” Wen Di trembled slightly when he heard his own voice.

“Air raid?” Hiba’s eyes showed confusion.

“That’s right, a bomb fell from the sky, just like last night.” Wen Di patiently explained.

“Oh, no.” Hiba shook his head.

Wen Di felt a little relieved in his heart. He was worried that this poor child would witness every one of his relatives being bombed to pieces and mutilated beyond recognition. However, Hiba’s next words made Wen Di’s heart completely freeze.

“The brothers joined Shejaa so that Hiba would have steamed buns to eat. But the bad guys later went everywhere to catch Shejaa. The brothers were captured, and then the bad guys killed the brothers.”

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