Under the moonlight

“At the time, I was probably hoping for the best, thinking that the riots would end soon. I was still thinking about getting back the goods I had already paid for, so I went to the warehouse of the family that sold me the goods. That's when I ran into Xisha. My goods and my supplier were already dead or alive. When I finally found that area, I saw him busy rescuing people from piles of rubble. When he saw me coming, he immediately asked me for help. I don't know why, but I was so obedient. I went over and helped him rescue many people who were trapped under the rocks, and then took them to the hospital. Of course, that hospital was already a ruin.”

“We didn’t even exchange a single word at the time. We were busy for most of the day and saved quite a few people. We were so exhausted that we collapsed on the ground, on the rubble. It took us a long time to recover before we asked him his name. I spoke in C language, and I didn’t expect him to respond. I didn’t expect him to speak S language.”

"Then you can go to the embassy later!" Huang Meng continued to ask, not getting the answer she wanted.

"Later, we chatted briefly, and then we heard another roar from the sky. We quickly helped the rescued people move. Those who could walk did so on their own, and those who couldn't, we helped each other. As for the rest, half-dead, we couldn't bear to leave them. We couldn't let any more able-bodied people get hurt or even lose their lives because of them. So, it was like we reached some kind of agreement: to hide from the bombing while rescuing people. If I left, he would lose one person's help, and who knows how many more people would be buried alive. If it were you, in that situation, how could you bear to turn around and leave, ignoring the cries of the living?" Zhao Meng finished speaking and looked at Huang Meng. There were tears in her eyes. He didn't know if her tears were because she was saddened by their plight or because of him.

“But, but…” Huang Meng said, lowering her head weakly. Of course she knew the terrible scene he was talking about. She had also experienced the joy of surviving a disaster, standing up again from piles of corpses and severed limbs after being injured or killed by an explosion. He shared this joy with people who were trapped under the rubble and unable to move. She could imagine how excited and happy they were when they saw the hand extended in front of them.

"So, you've been helping him save people all along, how did you manage to escape their final massacre?" Huang Meng asked, almost crying, as she looked up at him, a tear slowly sliding down her cheek.

Zhao Meng looked at her sorrowful face and didn't understand why she was so sad, but he couldn't bear to see her sad, so he raised his hand and gently wiped away the tear.

"After they stopped bombing, we had a brief respite, but many wounded people, and quite a few women and children, still needed to eat. Xisha and I, along with several other men, took turns going out in pairs to find food every day. What we found was first distributed to the women and children, and the rest we distributed among ourselves. Fortunately, we were in the city center, and there were many supermarkets of all sizes nearby. It was just that we were searching for food under the rubble, which was quite tiring." Zhao Meng smiled as he spoke, as if trying to ease her sorrow.

"During the massacre, we hid in the hospital morgue, which was on the basement level. The explosion blasted a hole in the ground, and we found it by accident, which saved many of our lives," Zhao Meng said calmly, his slow tone making it sound as if he were telling someone else's story.

Huang Meng stared at the ground, her mind churning with thoughts. According to Zhao Meng, they had escaped the mercenaries' final massacre by hiding in the hospital morgue. At that time, she and Xu Ao were also in the city, one on one side and the other on the other.

The connections between people are quite strange. They might seem to have no connection, yet they happen to be in the same foreign land where riots are taking place at the same time. They might seem to have a connection, yet they miss each other for various reasons.

Huang Meng suddenly gave a helpless chuckle, looked at Zhao Meng who was staring at her with puzzled eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Meng, you were there, and so was I. I was on the other side of the city. We were leading the Chinese people trapped in the city to move from the factory area when we encountered a large number of mercenaries. They were pointing guns at us. We were so close to meeting them. Tell me, why didn't we run into them?"

Looking at Huang Meng, whose eyes were filled with tears, Zhao Meng pulled her into his arms. He wasn't oblivious to the regret in her eyes. Although he couldn't bear to see her sad and in tears, he was secretly pleased.

"Why did you start crying while you were talking? You're still the same as when you were a child, always crying."

“I was never a crybaby when I was little!” Huang Meng pushed him away and said in a muffled voice.

"Hmm, did I remember wrong? By the way, come with me to X City this weekend. Do you remember our old classmate, Zhang Yixin?"

Huang Meng stood a little further away from him, frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "That tomboy?"

"Team leader, it's her. She's taken over their family business now, specializing in producing all kinds of daily necessities. I'll go talk to her about getting sponsorships, and maybe I can find some more medical products through her," Zhao Meng said earnestly to Huang Meng.

"Okay, then I'll go with you, but do we really have to wait until the weekend?" The situation there is serious right now, wouldn't it be better to go sooner?

“Well, if we’re going to get sponsorships, we’ll have to treat people to meals. Weekends are when people are most relaxed and have more time, so it’s easier to discuss things,” Zhao Meng said with a smile in his eyes.

After listening, Huang Meng nodded, agreeing with his reasoning. "Okay, then. Just let me know when we're leaving." Seeing her earnest expression and her quick agreement, Huang Meng couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you know anyone there? Is that why you're so worried about the situation?"

"Yes, I know people at the embassy, ​​and I don't trust them," Huang Meng said directly, not intending to hide anything.

"Hmm, tell me about what happened over there when you have time." Zhao Meng glanced at the time after saying that. "Go find Liang Yuanyuan. I need to go to the workshop. Our first batch of products still needs to be delivered on time. I'll keep an eye on it." After saying that, Zhao Meng flicked her forehead, got up and walked out.

Huang Meng rubbed her forehead in slight pain, and was about to retort when she noticed that outside the huge glass wall of the conference room, quite a few people were staring at her and Zhao Meng, who had just come out. Their eyes seemed to be wandering around, with an expression of watching the drama unfold.

Huang Meng's mind kept replaying all the actions she and Zhao Meng had taken since entering the conference room. She suddenly closed her eyes and cursed inwardly, "He's so brainless! He actually forgot that the conference room is made of glass, and every move he makes can be seen. I don't know what Zhao Meng was thinking when he renovated the company. Doesn't he give me any privacy at all?"

Looking at Zhao Meng calmly explaining things to his employees, it seems that he is as thick-skinned as ever, which is why he came up with the idea of ​​installing a completely transparent conference room!

Huang Meng glanced outside, took a deep breath, and walked out with a solemn and serious expression. Fortunately, not all of Zhao Meng's employees were gossipy, and they all acted as if nothing was wrong when they saw her, without the stares she had expected. Huang Meng breathed a sigh of relief.