Chapter 17 sixteen

July 14, 2008 at 5:45 am. The 30th floor of CITIC Pacific Plaza. I walked through the big office with people coming and going, and the expressions on everyone's faces were eager.The general mobilization order was made last night, three months of preparation time, Shanghai is about to sink, everyone is busy with this plan.I heard a captain say loudly to his colleagues: "You have to raise at least one month's food, including baby food and liquid food, otherwise the death rate of the elderly and children will be so high that you will be frightened to death..." I stopped at the general's makeshift office and knocked.

"Come in." When I walked in, he was sitting at the table with his head down, his face cold, and he seemed to be thinking about something.The previous attack had shattered all the glass in the building, but the windows were simply chipboarded and the lights dimmed. I put the document on the table, "Proposal for Plan S Bubble Defense Circle Flattening Technology".There are already two documents with the same name. I know that one is made by Big Pig and the other is made by Er Zhu. It seems that they are faster than me. The general nodded: "That's right, put it on my desk. You've been driving all night, right? Go back and have a rest. You'll have a complete vacation from now on, and you'll go to Pudong Airport tomorrow. We arranged for Lu Jinbo to follow you for your last flight training."

"yes!" I grabbed the doorknob, silent for two seconds, and turned around: "Is this the last time we met? Boss, when are you leaving?" The general raised his head: "I will stay." I was stunned for a moment: "Boss... you also have a plane ticket!" "Lots of nonsense! I'm a soldier!" The general's tone was obviously impatient. He rested his elbows on the desk, lowered his head, and waved vigorously at me, motioning for me to leave quickly.I've never seen this man so tired, though I can't see his face.I clearly felt that he didn't want me to see what he looked like now.

why? Air ticket... My heart skipped a beat and I thought of Jiang Li.It was like a drop of water falling, clear and bright, penetrating all ignorance. "You gave Sister Shen your own ticket!" I said. The general's shoulders shook violently, and a force suddenly gathered in his body, tensing up.He doesn't look up. I took a deep breath: "Are your two tickets connected to each other? Did these two women think they were going to fly to Lanzhou with you? They finally met." I was stared at by those lion-like eyes. He slammed the table and stood up. A cup of tea on the table was poured and spilled all over the floor.

"Are you fucking endless? Don't know anything and just chirp here! If you don't speak, no one will sell you as dumb!" The general's voice was so high and tearing, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, " Get out of here!" There was a moment of silence. I licked my lips: "Boss, out of the two...who do you like more?" The general stared at me, but I wasn't afraid of him, I just looked him in the eye.For the first time in my life, I felt like I saw the man himself, not the uniform.Should I be afraid of him?He's just a man, and so am I.

Slowly, his gaze receded and lost focus.He hunched his back, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and gradually looked old.Finally he sat back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and propped his hands on the desk. "How would I know? Haven't I been thinking about it? I've been thinking about it for four or five years, but I still haven't figured it out." His voice was very low. "Boss, tell me, if you die, will they fight over the inheritance?" I was silent for a while, "Maybe, they will all be very sad and cry together?" "Jiang Yang, don't say such childish things. I am a soldier. They knew it from the beginning, and they should get used to it."

"They just know, but they don't understand?" "I like this chair very much. The style of a big company is different from that of our army." He patted the armrest of the chair and turned around. July 14, 2008 afternoon, 15:30. Pudong International Airport, hangar. Old Lu drilled under the Harrier's belly: "Give me that ohmmeter." I handed over the ohmmeter. "Screwdriver, number 8." "Here." I handed the screwdriver over. "Okay!" Lao Lu slipped out from under the belly of the plane, rubbing his hands, which were covered with lubricating oil.

"All the Cerberus pylons have been replaced with a full set of 18 rattlesnakes. Even if you meet a predator, you can fight." Lao Lu patted the missile, as if stroking his own son's head. "Oh." I stood aside stupidly with my flying helmet in my hand, watching him pack up and leave. "Jiang Yang, there is a big move, right?" He stopped suddenly, raised his eyes and glanced at me. "Don't guess." I waved my hand, not daring to look him in the eyes, for fear of revealing some flaws. "Do me a favor." "what?" What was handed to me was a very thin platinum ring. It seemed that Lao Lu had prepared it long ago. It was stuffed in a small pocket on the flight suit, and it was pulled out after unzipping it.There is a silver chain attached to the ring, which must have been worn close to the chest in the past.

"What is this?" I wondered. "In the past, when I was in the military academy, I had a girlfriend..." Lao Lu's voice was hoarse, and he stroked his hair. "I haven't heard you say that." "It's a long time ago. She went to the UK... At that time, she was accidentally pregnant, was punished by the school, retired, and cried with me all night. Later, her family helped her to go to the UK to study... At that time It's so miserable, I only have 20 yuan on me, not even enough to eat a decent meal, two people are sitting in a Shanxi noodle restaurant. I still remember that noodle restaurant is called 'Yuci Jiawei'... At that time, two people ate a lot He said that the two of them will not contact each other, but they will work hard together, and one day they will get along well, earn money and come back to get married..."

"Does your wife know?" "nonsense." "Want me to bring it to her?" "No, it's for you, just let her take a look." "Give it to me?" I was twirling the platinum and diamond ring of Chow Tai Fook. The ring was very thin and the diamond was very small. It didn't match Lao Lu's thick and strong hands at all. I guess I bought it to save money. "Is it worth some money? But it's hard to say." He pointed at the end of the sky, which looks like a secondary mothership hanging there, "When this thing appeared, everything seemed worthless. I used to think that F22 was a mess. , Go up and fight, and end up with Su 30. Platinum diamonds or something, maybe you can make it with some soil."

"How did you find her?" "She's still in England, working as an administrator in the library of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts. Her name is Weng Yang, you can find it." "understood." Lao Lu patted me on the shoulder: "Go up and touch the instrument again, get familiar with it, don't fly and fall down." I'm walking outside the terminal again, where I sent Liang Kang off a few months ago. It was empty, and I couldn't see anyone.Looking down at this city from a height, I feel that it is like a decadent and gorgeous movement, which has been playing silently by itself.I breathed heavily, as if trying to expel the stale air from my lungs. A footstep passed by not far from me, and I almost involuntarily looked up. I saw Lin Lan, and she also saw me.We all froze for a moment, she lowered her head and smoothed the hair around her ears with her fingers. "Captain Lin!" Someone shouted at the door of the waiting hall. I took a look, it was a senior colonel I was familiar with, responsible for airport maintenance and logistics.He also saw me, so he stopped talking, as if it was not very convenient for him to speak.I lowered my head and started to take steps, Lin Lan stood there silently.She and I approached slowly, and then moved away. When we were closest, our shoulders were only 20 centimeters away.The colonel looked at us from the sidelines, wondering if he could understand the weirdness of that moment. The moment I passed by, I involuntarily clenched the hand holding the flying helmet, and there was a soft click. I didn't look back, I turned a corner, and I let go of my pace and ran wildly. On the evening of July 14, 2008, at 22:30. In 1103 of Jicang Mandarin Hotel, the central air conditioner stopped, and the air was warm and humid and stuffy.I took a sip of water and continued writing my letter. Mom and Dad: How are you? I don't know if it is the last letter, but maybe we will meet in Lanzhou in a few days. The thing is like this: the headquarters arranged for me to implement the Shanghai Lu Shen plan, 45 people, I was one of them, and so were Pan Hantian and Zeng Yu.I don't know how this task came to me.It's really hard to get on and off the pirate ship. It was all caused by my cousin at the beginning, and now I don't know where to blame him.I can't say the exact time yet, but it's coming soon, so fast that you probably can't even imagine it. In my mother's letter, I said that I fired a few more apartment quotas, but I actually don't think it's necessary.According to this trend, the currency will be abolished sooner or later, even if you have money, there is no place to buy things, why bother?If you have time, it is better to find a few people to play mahjong together.Lu Yiyi may have already flown to Lanzhou, with her father.If I'm lucky, maybe the four of us can make a table together. But I feel that I have been relatively weak, I really don't curse myself, that's just how I feel. I am not afraid. I met someone and thought about going with her, but unfortunately I couldn't make it. I love you. Jiang Yang Today I am writing this letter under the lamp, and 12 hours later, this letter will be packed into a huge data packet and sent by wireless signal along with tens of millions of other emails.And the earliest reply won't come until 36 hours later, when Shanghai has sunk into the ground, so it doesn't count as a leak. The moment I finished saving and sending, the lights went dark, the laptop screen went black, and the whole city went dark. I went to the window and looked out, and suddenly there were figures of all sizes in those quiet streets and alleys. They gathered together in twos and threes to discuss, and they looked vaguely uneasy.Occasionally someone shouted a few times, and the voice quickly fell down again.Because no one answered them. Finally, a bright voice appeared.A white publicity vehicle slowly passed Nanjing West Road, and the loudspeaker on it broadcast at high decibels: "Citizens, please remain calm. This emergency power outage is a test and maintenance of the power supply system as planned. The power supply It will be restored within three hours, citizens please wait at home..." People in twos and threes stood on the street for a while, and then disappeared into different entrances of buildings, streets and alleys.The sound of the tweeter faded away, and the surrounding gradually became silent. This is not an ordinary power outage, it is one of the previews of Lu Chen's plan.When the entire city sinks into the ground, all high-voltage transmission lines will have problems due to drastic changes in the earth's crust, and the entire city will inevitably be cut off.They are testing the operating procedures for power outages. That time is getting closer, with less than 42 hours left. I was still standing in front of the window, and there was no one in my field of vision. A faint purple appeared in the southwest sky, as if there was another bombing.My cell phone rang, it was the sound of receiving a text message. "837, please pay attention to the outsiders of all units. The sky over Xinzhuang has been bombed on a small scale. Stand by and prepare for support." "837", this alarm again.On nights like this, you stand under the sky, sometimes side by side with someone, sometimes alone. "Then I'm telling you now! Don't come to me again!" These words suddenly rang in my ears, echoing in vain. My heart was heavy, as if I was tied to a rope, and someone was pulling it underneath. But what are you reluctant to do now?It wasn't yours in the first place, so it doesn't matter if you lose it, and it makes you so sad. Sometimes people are so cheap, they always think about turning back, turning back, looking back, as if a miracle will happen if they look at it again.But things are already like that, what should have been tried has been tried, and what should have happened has become a thing of the past.You don't like the result, but you have to accept it. What's the use of taking another look?Trust your own eyes, you can't fool yourself to death. My fingers rested on the keyboard and did not move for a long time.The screen's blue light froze in the dark for 20 seconds and went out.I slowly put the phone back on the table. I saw the back of the little beast.It carried its little burden and walked on the alfalfa-blossoming path, gradually drifting away, so let’s say goodbye, don’t look back, don’t let me see that little thing’s frustrated face. I leaned against the window and watched the purple shooting stars and purple dahlias in full bloom in the sky.Their petals are broken on the transparent shell, flowing in all directions like flowing water, and when they are extinguished, they are like candles facing a sudden cold wind. She said that this is an era that will be remembered, but who is left to remember this era?