Chapter 6 Six, wooden box

Gao Fuhai's home is located on a high slope, it is a big dark and gloomy house.That house is simply a wooden box magnified a thousand times, and it is a wooden box made of countless thousand-year-old hardwood boards. When the car was fast approaching the Ganggula field, my intuition told me that I had come to the end of the world, and it was really a boundless loneliness.Looking around Siyu, the light gray sunlight dangled boringly.I could only hear myself panting, and the sighs of the tall poplar trees in front of the clearing.There is also a sound that is intermittent and you can't find its source

, but it is everywhere.It is a certain piece of bark, a certain piece of iron plate, a certain stack of bricks, a certain early rafter or a certain abandoned chimney...the sound of "clicking" when it is cracked by frost is very crisp, And very subtle voices, one after another in the sky and the earth. On this day, along the way, we hardly met a living person.Occasionally, there would be one or two scattered domestic camel herds by the roadside, standing in the endless snow in twos and threes to greet us stupidly.Many, many years ago, I came here once with my dad.Maybe because I was young at that time, and the orientation of my heart was different, that time, I didn't feel such tension and suffocation.Maybe it's also because of the different seasons, that time it was late autumn and it was colorful.But this time the snow not only created boundless unity and monotony, but also covered its original barrenness.It's just that it is too far away, and the horizon always shines in a place that can never be reached.In the beginning, there was nothing.After driving for three or four hours, some ups and downs and ridges began to appear, and then there was nothing, and finally two or three small forests appeared, from which there was still a faint smell of cooking smoke .At that time, my heart almost jumped out of my throat—you know, I am not a gherkin with small flowers on my head. I have also gone deep into the hinterland of various wilderness more than once, and I have lived in the same open and wide area since I was a child. On the Haranuli Gobi Desert...but when our convoy consisted of the tractor brought by Han Qike, the old Jiefang sent by the town government to send me off, and an old-fashioned jeep that I got from nowhere , When I was still driving forward without any foresight, looking at the yellow, white, yellow and white sun that was lowering its head towards the horizon, and looking at the shadow of the car pulling the old elders on the snow behind me, I still had a short trance.I clenched the iron handrail in front of me tightly, feeling my abdomen swelled with water.I asked for convenient parking and quietly calmed myself down.And the doll named "Fan Dong" sitting on my left in the back seat, although he is tone-deaf, has been humming in a low voice the song "Song of the Warsaw Workers" that Lenin loved most... It is Ma Guihua who is looking at me.All the way she kept asking me "Is it cold?" After an hour of driving, she took off her fur coat and wrapped it around my knees.Then she wanted to give me her long and thick scarf again, (I know I should refuse, but it is too warm, and it smells of grass juice and old kang mats that I have never smelled before. It's a special smell of a special girl. It's very strong and very complex. And she keeps saying, "Stay around. It's not dirty." I know I won't be able to push back. ) Han Qike sat in the front passenger seat. He always sat in a certain posture, leaning on the dilapidated back of the chair with brown flakes showing, holding his arms, even if all the people in the car were in a certain After dozing off for a period of time, he couldn't sleep. He kept looking at the road ahead with a thoughtful look, always reminding the driver, "There is a pothole", "Take off the accelerator, it's going downhill" and so on.The most interesting thing is the doll named "Zhao Guang". He alone controls the crawler tractor in front to open the way for us.Every two or three hours, he would suddenly stop the car and shout: "Pee!" Runs, runs backwards, sometimes sideways; always pees while running.Once, she got into the jeep to pull horse osmanthus, and she had to get out of the car to compete with him to see who could urinate higher.Ma Guihua blushed and rushed out of the car, knocked him down in the snow nest (he was not as tall as Ma Guihua), grabbed a lot of snow and stuffed it into his crotch.The bastard Zhao Guang laughed and jumped up, holding his crotch and shouting: "Oh, it's broken, it's frozen, it's really frozen. Sister Osmanthus, please, help me warm it up... ..." After driving for seven hours and nine and a half minutes, a wooden sign with a big red five-pointed star and a small black sparrow finally appeared on the high slope ahead.The wooden sign is four to five square meters in size.The wooden sign reads "Three kilometers ahead→Gangula Farm".I thought that when I finally "arrived home", the child soldiers in the squad should cheer and jump for joy, but I didn't expect that Zhao Guang, who had been making a fuss all the way, was now honest.Fan Dong also stopped humming his "Song of the Warsaw Workers".On the contrary, the team leader Han Qike got out of the car slowly, walked two steps forward slowly, put his hands on his hips, turned his upper body back and forth a few times, turned his head and smiled at me and said, "Are you freezing? Hurry up!" Go to the guest house to warm up! Warm up!"

The field department is located on the opposite bank of a large ditch.I had no idea it would be so clean and tidy.Although all the buildings in the yard are "mud things" made of clods, it can be seen that they have been carefully and uniformly planned. The roofs are paved with reddish-brown tiles. The height and size of the chimneys are exactly the same.But at the bottom of the dry ditch, there is a large mess of mud houses.Han Qike told me that this is where the "blind people" live together.They are not official employees of the farm, neither registered nor registered, but they are under the jurisdiction of Ganggula Farm.They are the "black households" of Gangura and an important labor force on the farm.There may well be fugitive "murderers" or "political prisoners" among them.The farm once sent a letter to investigate according to the hometown address they reported.Sixty to seventy percent of the replies have only one sentence: "There is no such person".In the past, there was another group of people in Gangura who were also required to "live alone". They were called "new recruits", that is, those who have been released from prison.The place assigned to them "single residence" is called "freshman team".It's just that in the past few years, the border was not peaceful, and there were often large or small armed conflicts.For the sake of safety, the higher authorities decided to relocate these "newcomers" inland, and retreated them 500 kilometers overnight.Only then did Ganggula lose the establishment of the "freshman team".When Han Qike introduced these situations to me, he always kept a very calm smile, even a very gentle smile, which really made it hard for me to imagine what he was like "drinking wolf's milk raw" and "eating raw beef and mutton" since he was a child. "Grown up.Later, when I got to know him well, I asked him this question.Hearing this, he smiled gently again, and immediately pulled out a sharp short knife from his waist, skillfully cut off a long, narrow strip of bloody meat from a sheep that had just been slaughtered and skinned, and put it to the front of my own mouth, and then sucked it into my mouth like sucking noodles, chewed it with gusto, and then persuaded me with a smile: "It's really delicious. If you don't believe me, try it." Try?" That smile was still gentle, calm and calm.

But this kid is definitely not a dough that can be kneaded at will.Let me give a small example to testify.Along the way, Ma Guihua and the other two team members, Fan Dong and Zhao Guang, quickly became acquainted with me, and the "principal" and "principal" kept yelling.Just him, this bullshit kid, no matter how calm, gentle and polite he is, he just can't hear him call "principal".And it is obvious to me that he is deliberately avoiding the title of this position.He was waiting, waiting for his "high field director" to give me the final approval.He doesn't care how he appoints me or calls me, he depends on Gao Fuhai's attitude and whether his director Gao accepts me in the end.Sure enough, as soon as I arrived at the Changbu Guest House, I just waited for me to pack my luggage, wash my face with hot water, and took a few sips of the freshly brewed tea. Before I could warm up my frozen body, he came Smiling, he came into the room and informed me: "If possible, Director Gao wants to invite you to sit at his house right now."

Are you going to "verify your integrity" so soon?The action was really crisp and fast.I quickly went to my luggage bag to take out the transfer procedures and grain and oil account relations.But he said: "You can just leave it to me." He had the attitude and tone of a "big inner manager".After all, he had already walked to the door first, stepped aside, and raised the cotton curtain for me; as soon as I went out, he turned around and locked the door with a one-kilogram iron lock, Then respectfully handed over the key to me, and led the way in front of me unhurriedly.Up to this moment, he still didn't call me "principal".It is really "doing things without leaking".

Gao Fuhai's house is located on the high slope behind the field.There is a forest on the high slope.His house is located in front of this forest.As soon as I set foot on the road to Gao's house, I was surprised that it was a road completely paved with wooden boards.Although the road is not wide, it can pass two large cars back and forth, and it is paved with some kind of hard miscellaneous wood that I can't name.The wood was greenish-brown with some dark red, similar in color to old bloodstains. (I later learned that this is the famous black poplar board.) I have been to many county farms and seen all kinds of roads in all kinds of center blocks, but I have never seen one A road paved purely with wooden boards.Decades later, I may visit Atlantic City in the United States, where I also found a road made of pure wood.Standing on the boardwalk in a foreign country, looking at the rough and boundless Atlantic Ocean not far away, what was rolling in my heart was still the memory of Gangura...

... It's hard to imagine that Gao Fuhai's big house is entirely built with black poplar boards.It stands black and red in a nest of pure white snow, like a big box carved out of hardwood for thousands of years.There is no fire wall in the room, but it is very warm.I found out later that he designed a small boiler for heating by himself, and the heating pipes were pre-installed in the floor and ceiling.The wall panels are double-layered with sufficient asbestos, lime and fiberglass in between.Absolutely warm, but also fire and moisture.I wondered whether I should call the large room in which I was received a "parlor."There are no luxuries such as sofas here, but there are ten (twelve?) white pine back chairs, one after another, against the wall, painted with orange paint.

.The work is all done by the self-taught "joiner" in the farm processing factory.The real thing, but rough and heavy.Including the writing desk with eight drawers and eight legs on both ends, and the rectangular conference table covered with a dark green tablecloth. The legs must be as thick as the beams of the house, and they are also extremely oily orange.Another display that I should have thought of, but it is impossible to think of it, is that there are many pots (many barrels?) in this big room, which are especially common in small alleys and courtyards in the south of Beijing, such as fuchsias, crabapples and pomegranates.There are about twenty pots.I did not count.The bell-shaped flower buds hang leisurely upside down in the classic mouth-shaped shape.After each sepal hangs down, it rolls up slightly, all of which are red and white, which should be said to be a rare variety.And the big leaf crabapple is something I also like.I like that it often has a majestic purple color on its slightly rough and large leaves.Later, I also discovered that Comrade Gao Fuhai also likes another purple thing-sprouted potatoes.Located in an alpine region, Gangura is famous for producing potatoes.Gao Fuhai especially likes to put a big potato on his desk and keep it in a big rough sea bowl.That potato was as big as a child's head.Potatoes have been stored for a long time and get moisture, and sprouts will naturally emerge from the bud eyes.The bud stems are purple, although they are fresh and tender and brittle, they are thick and strong, with some small thorn-like things growing on them, showing a ferocious appearance, but full of meaning of life.He liked to see its plump, fleshy purple, and how it changed from day to day.Each branch can grow to be as long as a finger, so thick, with sharp thorns, and look around eagerly.After a while, it will start to sprout leaves.As soon as the leaves emerge, it will be delicate.As soon as he was delicate, he threw it away.Pick another big potato to raise in the big sea bowl.Earlier someone asked: "Director, what's the point of this potato? I'll buy you a Pakistani carved copper vase for your desk at the market on the upper border." He spat at him and said, "What do you know? Ah? What do you know?!" No one will talk like that anymore.

I also noticed that the water glass he used was the same as that used by most officials in this area. It was a crystal glass thing imported from the Soviet Union with a silver-plated engraved copper coat.The light in the great house was dim at this time, but throughout the conversation the silver-plated cup coat, which had been standing on this corner of the table, cast its dark light faintly by itself. (On the other corner, there is the big potato and its rough sea bowl.) "You are Gu Zhuoqun? You are quite young." This is the first sentence he said to me.When Han Qike led me into the room, he was already sitting in his big wooden armchair.He didn't shake my hand, just gestured for me to take a seat in a chair that had been pre-positioned in front of him to the left.His voice was low and his expression was kind; perhaps because of his deafness, he instinctively moved the chair under him symbolically while speaking, as if he wanted to get closer to me so that he could hear my answer more clearly.

"You're quite young..." Before I could answer, he made another comment in a low voice as if talking to himself, and looked at me peacefully.Without the slightest teasing and ridicule, on the contrary, there is a little envy and emotion.This is also beyond my surprise. At this time, Han Qike brought me a cup of freshly brewed tea, and wanted to add some water to Gao Fuhai's teacup.But he waved his hand slightly at him, and immediately refused.Han Qike immediately stepped aside obediently.The moment he waved his hand, he instinctively revealed a kind of majesty that could not be resisted by the other party, which also made me hold my breath.I noticed that he was not tall, and even a little thin.However, many years of outdoor life in the alpine region made his skin a grayish dark brown, with deep wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead, and extremely loose bags under his eyes.I have met many people who are at the top of the grassroots.For the first time they come into contact with someone who is young like me, but also sent from a higher authority, they often deliberately show a little restraint in the thoughtful etiquette, or maintain considerable vigilance in the enthusiasm.But he gave me the impression of a completely defenseless and gentle elder.From his eyes, he could clearly feel the exhaustion in his heart... and... and some kind of mental dullness.Why didn't he hide the signs of his "aging" from me, a young stranger whom he met for the first time?Was it because he didn't realize that he had begun to "age" at all?Or did he not treat me like an outsider at all?Or is it because he doesn't regard me as an opponent of the same weight at all, and he feels that he can easily deal with me without making any concealment in front of me?If this old guy really thinks this way, then it may be much easier for me to complete this task.I thought to myself.

He then routinely asked me some personal and family information.While chatting, the phone rang in the house.It rang for a while, but he didn't respond. (It seems that he is indeed a little hard of hearing.) Of course, Han Qike and I have heard it a long time ago.However, Gao Fuhai did not respond or issue relevant instructions, so Han Qike and I were inconvenient to say anything.So, the phone continued to ring tenaciously and persistently, and finally reached his ears.At first he didn't want to bother with it.But the caller was stubborn enough.Keep asking for it.He finally couldn't bear it anymore, frowned sullenly, and motioned to Han Qike with his eyes.Han Qike hurried into the back room to answer the call.Han Qike was also very unhappy that the other party was calling to "harass" Gao Fuhai at this time, and as soon as he picked up the phone, he said loudly: "What are you doing? Director Gao is talking. What's the matter? I'm Han Qike. Speak quickly." Because he raised his voice quite high and his tone was quite aggressive, I could hear clearly what he said outside the door. "Who? Who are you? Louder. Say it again..." he continued to shout.Gao Fuhai explained to me: "It may be a long distance call. The quality of this shit line is not good. It is really difficult to make a long distance call." But, immediately after that, Han Qike's voice lowered immediately, as if he was about to whisper something , And also closed the door leading to the outer room.After a while, he hurriedly walked to Gao Fuhai's side, and whispered in his ear, "Your call." The principal is talking." "You should go and pick it up." "Who is calling?" Gao Fuhai asked with wide-eyed eyes. "You... You'd better answer it." Han Qike refused to say the name of the caller, but urged Gao Fuhai to answer the phone in a low voice.The shrewd Gao Fuhai immediately realized that this call was unusual, and greeted me: "You said that you will not be punished for this long-term suffering? You will be caught in this endless mess all day long. Sigh! Sit down for a while, Have a sip of tea. Appreciate my flowers. They are all authentic Beijing varieties. I even brought the soil for growing flowers from Beijing. There is still some particularity here. Look. Look." As he spoke, he supported Getting up with a little inconvenience, he went into the back room to answer the phone.Han Qike didn't follow in.Not to mention anything else, just according to the etiquette of hospitality, he has to accompany me outside.But it can be seen that although he is outside the door, he is still worried about the "unusual" phone in the back room, and he looks a little restless; and once Gao Fuhai entered the door of the back room, he went over and locked the door The strip was on, as if afraid that I would "steal" something. "What happened?" I murmured to myself.In order to ease the suddenly tense atmosphere at the scene, I took the initiative to find some irrelevant topics to chat with him.He also seemed to have no intention of responding to my chatter, and kept sweeping the door of the house there with the corner of his eye.After a while, the door opened suddenly, and Han Qike and I thought that Gao Fuhai had finished his phone call, so we hurriedly stood up and went to answer him.Unexpectedly, he just poked his head out and yelled at Han Qike: "Come and pick it up for me. This line really can't make it anymore." It turned out that he couldn't hear the other party's voice clearly, so he asked Han Qike to answer the call for him. Telephone. After Han Qike entered the house, I seemed to be the only one left in the "hall" outside.I sat there blankly, not daring to move at will.The sudden silence made me even more uneasy.My intuition told me that this "unusual" mysterious call must have something to do with me.Otherwise, Han Qike's expression just now would not have looked so unnatural, and he would not have refused to explain the caller's name to Gao Fuhai in front of me. "Who is reporting the situation to Gao Fuhai? Could it be someone from the 3508 meeting?" I secretly speculated and guessed.Although Gao Fuhai has been on one side for many years, he has many old comrades-in-arms and subordinates scattered on various fronts and departments throughout the province, and his energy must not be underestimated.If someone "reveals" to him now that I came to Gangura this time to gather his "intelligence", how will he treat me?Thinking of this, I really can't sit still.But I also persuaded myself that it would not be so unlucky that I would be "revealed" on the first day of Ganggula.If this is the case, God will be too hard on me.In order to calm himself down, he drank the remaining herbal tea in the teacup in one gulp, got up and went to the window to "appreciate" Gao Fuhai's beloved "Beijing flowers and trees".But as soon as I got to the window, the door behind me creaked, and Han Qike strode out from the back room, and said to me: "Something is wrong. Director Gao may talk to you in a while." We can't talk. He asked you to go back to the guest house to rest first. I'm really sorry." Then, he used another phone to talk to someone.Not long after, Ma Guihua was ordered to rush over and took me back to the guest house.And until I left the big house built with black poplar boards, Gao Fuhai never showed up again, let alone greeted me.Han Qike just sent me to the gate politely, and the final goodbye was also very perfunctory. Before I turned around, he turned and went back to the back room.Later, it was Ma Guihua who chased him to stop him and asked something in a low voice.Although it wasn't too far away, I had already walked out the door and started to walk down the wooden steps. I was embarrassed to stop and listen carefully, but Han Qike told her: "Do as originally arranged. What's the matter?" Changes, I will notify you in time." Ma Guihua accompanied me to eat dinner.Han Qike and Gao Fuhai never showed up.From Ma Guihua's occasional slip of the tongue, I learned that Gao Fuhai was going to accompany me in person for this dinner.The reason why I couldn't come was because "something happened". "But it's nothing. Over the years, there have been people who have prejudiced against us, looked down on us, and wanted to bully us, but they couldn't do anything to us. The great leader Chairman Mao taught us , Make trouble, fail, make trouble again, fail again, until they perish. This is the portrait for these people. You eat. Director Gao said that you don’t drink. You really don’t drink? Few people who have worked in the higher authorities do not drink Director Gao also said that your father can drink. He was also surprised that such a father was born Why didn't the son drink alcohol and switched to planting? When Ma Guihua said this, she couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling. But what she said made me feel "terrified". This "Gao Changchang" really understood me a lot. Is what she just said about "making trouble, failing, making trouble again, and failing again" just alluding to me? But looking at her very innocent appearance, she seems not to be wary of me, let alone malicious, and Let me relax a little bit. While persuading me to eat well, she couldn't help but make two big white flour buns first. You know, one white flour bun in the cafeteria of this guest house weighs four or two. Eat. It's over, it seems that it's not enough. Later, when I married her, on the night of the consummation of the wedding, I made a joke with her: "Osmanthus, you know, I have done a lot to marry you. Prepare.The most important preparation, do you know what it is? ""What is it? She asked shyly. I laughed and said, "I have saved up a hundred catties of food stamps, and I am going to pay for a pregnant woman." She blushed and rushed over to beat me, and spat: "If you think I eat too much, don't marry me."How can a hundred catties be enough for me? "As I said that, I couldn't help laughing out loud. Alas, thinking of the innocent and comfortable days with her, how would I know that such heart-wrenching changes would happen later... After dinner, she took me back to the guest house.Keep silent all the way quite mysteriously.As if something big was about to happen.The guest house had just received those veterans not long ago, and large welcome slogans were posted everywhere, and the smell of lime water used for disinfection was everywhere.As soon as we walked into the moon gate in the guest house compound, we heard someone suddenly shouted from the dark: "Salute!".I hurriedly looked up, and the courtyard was already "black and dense" with a team of thirty or dozens of people.Immediately, the street lights suddenly came on. (Ha, these bastards are still playing "stage effects" with me.) Immediately afterwards, thunderous shouts rang out from the line: "Welcome principal. Welcome principal. Welcome, welcome, principal, principal, comrade! "Then, as the "monitor on duty" of the day, Zhao Guang, who always used peeing to amuse others along the way, now had a serious face, and ran in front of Ma Guihua and me with very formal militarized running movements, " " landed, gave me a military salute, and reported: "Comrade Principal, all the students of Ganggula Farm High School (please note that he said 'students', not the usual 'students') are ordered to The assembly is complete. Please give instructions!" Completely standardized and completely militarized, it swept away my inner anxiety for several hours, and even made me a little excited. I subconsciously adjusted my "dress", took two steps forward, and stood in the line Right in the middle of the front, he also saluted the "comrades". (According to the later recollection of the team members, the "salute" gesture I did at that time was very "smelly". If the deputy team leader Ma had not given them the "vaccination" in advance, they would have given me a big coax at the worst. They told me that Deputy Captain Ma gave them a "vaccination" in advance: It is understood that the new principal has neither served in the army nor received strict military training. We have to show him 1.2 million points of respect and obedience to his decision. No matter what "funny" he makes in front of the queue when inspecting us, we must hold back and refrain from booing. Violators will be dealt with seriously .) Then, in the form of a row, they were divided into men's teams and women's teams, walked in front of me, and once again accepted the "inspection" by me, the principal. ... The room was warmed up in advance, hot water came, and even a pair of slippers were found and placed in front of the bed.I looked around and found that there were no window curtains in the rooms of this guest house.All the glass windows looked directly on the courtyard.I hesitated for a moment and asked the team members.They rushed to tell me that they used to hang curtains on the windows.At one point, Director Gao specifically required that the windows of Ganggula's public places must be hung with window curtains.Especially for guest houses, the requirements for high field managers are stricter.He hoped that the guests who have come all the way from afar can be at ease at night and sleep comfortably here.He hoped that more people would be willing to come to Ganggula for business trips and errands.This window curtain has been hanging until the year before last, something happened.Two green-skinned men who claimed to be on a "business trip" went to the guest house and asked for a room, and stayed there after washing up.Until ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, the window curtains of that room were tightly closed, and there was no movement in the room.I stayed up until the afternoon, but there was still no movement.The administrator felt that something was wrong, and knocked on the door, but no one answered.I knocked three times, but no one answered.The administrator was in a hurry, so he hurried to call the people from the political and legal department, and rushed into the door together.One had been hacked to death on the bed, and the other had already run away.In the vast wilderness of Ganggula, if you run away alone, if he doesn't want to turn back and doesn't care about his own life, you will never be able to find him.The murder case has yet to be solved.This is also one of the few major cases that have not been solved since the construction of the yard.Since then, Gao Fuhai has issued an order from the Field Administration and Law Unit, ordering the audience that all public event venues (including guest houses) are not allowed to use curtains and other "covers" that may be used by "class enemies" to commit crimes. "But am I a class enemy?" I asked with a smile to the squad members who were packed into my room at the time.They all laughed too.Although the answer was obvious, and they all understood it in their hearts, none of them answered me directly, but turned their eyes to their vice-captain Ma.Ma Guihua hesitated for a moment, then quietly said something to Zhao Guang.Zhao Guang immediately went to the administrator's room to call Gao Fuhai for instructions.Ten minutes later, Zhao Guang happily ran back with two white sheets.The team members swarmed forward and quickly hung the two sheets on the window for me.It can be seen that the team members are very willing to stay in my room for a while, and they are very willing to go through my "book boxes" (these are two wooden crates originally used to ship the solid soap), and feel my broken handle. I played a homemade violin with one string, played in turn a Guoguang harmonica with two or three reeds that were already rusting, and analyzed the "mystery" of making my pot of plastic flowers. It is said that before the arrival of the educated youth in Beijing and Shanghai, the whole There is not a single piece of plastic in Gura.There are also two or three female team members who do nothing but squeeze each other in a corner like garlic cloves, staring at me with a very curious and intensely focused look.I think they must have matured both physically and psychologically.Growing up in the wilderness, they never knew what "self-covering" was in many ways.At this moment, they don't even feel that their eyes are getting a little hot at this moment.But, then again, they are shy at the same time, or rather "timid" is more accurate.Whether their shyness or timidity, they are also born, instinctive, and completely unconscious.Including their team deputy Ma Guihua, although she is much more mature than them psychologically and she is more sensible in dealing with people, but at that time, I was a "stranger" and she was still well-educated, especially since she thought she had received her most respect. In front of people approved by the head of the high-level field, she also appeared to be very active and willful, her voice was octave higher than usual, and her behavior was several beats faster than usual. (Oh, you have to know how attractive "strangers" are to them. Strangers rarely come to the empty Gangura Highlands. Since childhood, they have rarely seen strangers, let alone Strange men, let alone strange young men. As for the "upbringing problem", girls always like a man who is a little educated and a little bit cultured—I mean most of the girls, of course.) At this moment, Han Qike walked in suddenly.His face was a little pale.He looked a little tired.Obviously, after I left the big house, he and Gao Fuhai have not been idle.It is very likely that they have been discussing the content and countermeasures of the "mysterious call" just now, and they haven't even had time to eat dinner. "Okay, okay, it's time for Comrade Gu Zhuoqun to rest." (Please note that he called me "Comrade Gu Zhuoqun" in front of all the team members, not "Principal Gu".) Han Qike gave an order, and the small group present The team members immediately returned to normal, immediately put down the things in their hands, immediately stood up, and immediately walked out the door without expressing any regrets (although there were countless regrets in their hearts).Zhao Guang, the monitor on duty, formed a team in the yard again, reported the number, turned left, turned right, started to walk, "cha, cha, cha, cha..." The group gradually immersed in the already thick night.Even so, one or two girls, when they were about to step out of the extremely dim halo of the street lights, couldn't help but turned their heads and glanced at me with nostalgia. Han Qike also left with the team.Because he hasn't had dinner yet, he's going to "find something to fill up." However, he will be back soon, because Director Gao wants him to tell me something. "What's the matter?" I couldn't help asking. "Well..." He hesitated for a moment, then said perfunctorily, "It's nothing special. Let's talk about it later. I'm Really hungry. "Then, he asked me again, do you want to leave one or two team members to come down and talk with me?" Or let Vice Captain Ma stay? ""no, I'm fine.She is quite tired after following me this day, let her go back to rest early. "I hurriedly declined. Watching them (she) gradually disappear, I stood under the wide eaves for a while.I don't deny that for a moment I was in a state of novel excitement.The members of the small team treated each other like "the stars are holding the moon", which really made me feel very proud, comfortable, fulfilling and...satisfied.Since I was young, there has never been such a thing: dozens of people "bow their heads" to me at the same time, and at the same time listen to me obediently, and let me manipulate-although these dozens of people are just some half-grown children. "baby".But you have to understand that these dolls grew up "drinking wolf's milk and eating raw beef and mutton".They are the actual controllers of Gangura.I get it, secretly being excited about someone bowing down to me and circling around me shows that I'm actually kind of worldly, maybe even fucking fucked up, but I still can't stop getting excited and feeling satisfied .Besides, at this moment, there is no one else around, and the tall tree shadows and thick sky will not come to blame my "vanity" and "frivolity", so why don't I indulge myself a little... It's a little regretful that he didn't agree to Han Qike's proposal, and kept Xiao Osmanthus, "talk"... 哦，冈古拉，冬夜的星空竟然是那么地澄澈，那么的原始…… 一个小时后，我突然打了个颤。我被一种声音惊醒。我问已经躺到床上的自己：我睡着了吗？我怎么躺下了呢？韩起科“还要跟我说点儿事”哩。都几点了，他怎么还不来？我振作起来，翻过身去，从简陋的床头柜上取小闹钟看时间。这时，那惊醒我的声音又响了起来。哦，这一回听清楚了，是敲门声。有人来了。是韩起科？我猛地跳起。