Clinging President – My Girl, I Want You

"Are you confused? How can someone call you in this place?"

The leader came up to him and gave him a push.

He looked at the distance in a daze and thought about it.

This is hell.

Who will come to hell to find someone.

He returned to the place where he had been stationed, taking the hard to find supplies.

The children here are running happily in the sun with their bare arms. The laughter spreads to our ears, which makes people feel that there is still a trace of merit here.

The distribution of materials is still far from enough.

"I have to look for it in the afternoon. There are too many people and there is not enough food. If we fight on both sides, we don't care about the life and death of these people. "

He listened, nodded, and handed his hand to the children.

The child shook his head, although his eyes were eager to see the piece of food, but never reached out.

"Don't you want it?" He asked softly.

"You You have the strength to protect us after eating. We children will be full when we eat a little bit, so we can't eat more... "

Children's sensible words, let people heartache.

They have seen the most terrible things in the world at a young age.

"I'm not hungry. Eat."

He rubbed the head of the child, and finally, he took the meat can carefully and shared it with others happily.

Look at him, feel a little.

He didn't know why he was here. Seeing the children seemed to find the meaning of his existence.

He wanted to protect them.

But why protect I can't say.

He seems to have promised someone.

She wanted to protect the country, so he did it for her Protect the country.

“6308！” He was called.

He came back to himself. During this time, he had accepted that he had no name and his number was 6308.

It's a spontaneous organization formed by local residents to treat children in war, plunder supplies and race against the God of death.

The adults here, men and women, are always ready to fight.

They just want to live.

He turned and looked at the emaciated girl in front of him.

Her name is Mona. She is one of the few doctors here, and she is also the object of special protection.

Because doctors are here, it's really scarce.

"What's the matter?"

"You need to go out and look for supplies every day, and you give them all the food. What do you do?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Are you made of iron? Don't you know you're hungry

Mona said worried, afraid that sooner or later he would faint because of hunger.

He didn't like to talk, and his face seemed to say "no strangers".

If it was not for his good sniping, courage and resourcefulness, he avoided the fire several times and was able to escape, it is estimated that no one would look at him.

He looked at it, clearly is a very gentle person, but it makes people feel lonely and strange, not easy to get close to.

But once familiar with, will understand that he is also a warm-hearted person.

He lost his memory and didn't know how friendly he was to others.

He didn't know his name or where he came from.

He was an oriental face, a little out of place in this group of black and white people.

He seems to be a soldier. He doesn't seem to be.

It was Mona who saved himself. It was near the mine pit. His back was covered with blood, his skin was raw and his back was bleeding a lot because of the impact.

Saving him on his own almost cost the entire team of medical supplies.

Mona said it was a miracle that he could live, and felt that he could create more miracles.

And he just wants to know who he is, not a string of numbers as a code.