Chapter 1445: irony

Ikki Komon, who took off his blue uniform and dressed in casual clothes, glanced at the address in his hand and compared it before stepping into the newspaper. He asked the security guard at the door: "Hello, ask, shoot this Where is Ji Shizhun of the picture now? I have something to look for him."
"Ji Yazhun?" The security guard at the door carefully checked the phone book, and then shook his head: "You have found the wrong place. We don't have a reporter named Ji Yazhun here."
"Please check it carefully," Ikki Komon raised the newspaper in his hand and clicked on the photo above and said, "Look, it's Ji Yajun who took this photo."
"It is indeed a newspaper published by a newspaper, but there is really no such reporter now. Maybe he has resigned." The security guard shook his head: "You can go to another house to see."
The conversation between the two was heard by a passing woman. She walked over to look at Ikki Kudo, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, do you know Ji Ya-kun?"
"Well, I saw these photos taken by him and felt my soul was touched, so I wanted to know about Mr. Ji Ya. I want to know how he took these photos that touched the soul?" I scratched my head, raised the photo in my hand and said, "I really want to know Mr. Ji Ya."
"Unexpectedly, there is still someone remembering it now," the woman smiled, walked to the table in the lobby not far away, put the newspapers on it and read them one by one, and Ikki Gumen sat down opposite the girl , Asked strangely: "Why does Mr. Ji Shi quit his job at the newspaper?"
The woman turned the newspaper on the side that reported on the battlefield, and said, "This photo taken by Ji Ya-kun has been torturing him, making him so painful that he can no longer work in the newspaper."
"Huh?! The photos taken by him as a reporter... tortured him?" Ikki Komon stared at this serious-faced girl in a daze, how did it feel so absurd? Of course, the reporter has to take photos. This is his profession, but he is tortured by his profession. It is a bit ridiculous to think about it.
"When Ji Shijun first joined the company, he should have belonged to a passionate young man. He has a strong sense of justice and ambitious. He used his camera to flood social injustices and expose them one by one, but... the darkness of society It is endless. Gradually, Ji Shijun is tired of prying on desires, and even begins to doubt whether there is a need for such a dark human society." The girl narrated Ji Yazhun's past: "He forced himself into a desperate situation. Leaving here, I went to the world of life and death on the battlefield. With the determination to die, I devoted myself to the photography of the land."
"Are these the photos he took on the battlefield?" Ikki Komon lowered his head and looked at the photos in the newspapers. Each one is so shocking. The cruelty of the war and the people who suffered are all on the photos. Exposed.
"But it is ironic that what he didn't find in the peaceful world, but found on the cruel battlefield the most beautiful smile of the girl who comforted his soul," the girl named Megumi Sakuta pointed to the bombed in the photo. The girl in midair said: "She's called Serra, a girl who lost her family in the war. She treats Ji Shijun as her own brother. Ji Shijun said that he spent the most of his life in the war-torn world of death. A good time."
"I found a beautiful smile on the battlefield of death, it's really..." Ikki Kudo doesn't know what to say. It is obviously the battlefield of death, but he has found a beauty that is not available in a peaceful world. It's a great irony.
"But..." Megumi Sakuta pursed his lips and sighed and continued: "One time, Ji Ya-kun went to take a picture of the battlefield and left Serra, but he didn't expect Serra to follow him to find him. Then... Ji Ya-kun watched as Serra, who he regarded as his younger sister, fell on the battlefield, and Ji Ya-kun was hit by a bullet."
"Ji Ya-kun has always blamed and felt guilty about this incident, and felt that if it were not for him, Serra would not come to the battlefield to find him, and then stay on the battlefield forever." Sakuta Megumi said here, his face revealed. A mocking smile: "But what is even more ironic is that these photos that made Ji Shijun feel extremely painful and regretful have been praised all over the world, and have been nominated for famous foreign awards. Everyone is admiring Ji Shijun and praised him for his fearlessness. Life and death went deep into the battlefield to take photos exposing the cruelty of the war, but no one saw Ji Shijun’s pain and regret."
"That's why he quit his job at the newspaper." Gumen Ikki pursed his mouth, couldn't help but sighed, staring at the pictures on the desktop. These pictures were just pictures of the battlefield in the eyes of others. But for Ji Yanjun, it was the painful memory that could not bear to look back, but such painful memory became his honor, which I have to say is a deep irony.
"He numbs himself with alcohol every day, only in this way can he temporarily forget the nightmare memory," Saku Tianhui's eyes were a little red: "Every day is spent in drunken dreams~EbookFREE.me~ but But he still can't get rid of the nightmare memory. Until one day he disappeared, disappeared in the sight of all of us, and no one knew where Ji Shijun had gone."
"Maybe I want to leave this sad place. As long as no one knows him, no one will mention the photo again. He wants to forget this painful memory." Gumen Yikki said with great emotion.
"Probably," Megumi Sakuta raised his head and continued: "He came back suddenly half a year ago. I went to find him. Once he told me that he couldn't sleep well at night, even if he finally fell asleep, He would wake up because of dreaming of that girl. In the dream, he was in a dense forest, and the girl's cry was echoing in his ears, just like looking for him on the battlefield that day, which made Ji Yajun feel very painful. And... that dream has grown up on its own."
"Dream growth... how is it possible?" Gumen Yikki felt that the dream could grow even after hearing the fairy tale.
"That's what Ji Shijun said. He kept walking and walking in the dense forest following the shouts of the girl. The dense forest was filled with mist. Every time he dreamed of this dense forest, he would be away from the voice that called him. Get closer. Then in the dream of not knowing the number of times, he saw a ruin, an incredible ruin that he had never seen before."