Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 135

"Building complex?" Zhu Min touched his chin and looked at the house model quickly built on the screen. "It's a human building. What's going on, how can there be such a large area of ​​man-made buildings here? Whose handwriting?"

Fu Zhong stood up holding his cane. He looked at the photos sent back by the reconnaissance plane in disbelief. In the image, the golden sand was opened up as a port, and even smooth roads and embankments could be seen, painted white logo.

Judging from the size and site selection of the port, it is a good deep-water port, suitable for berthing large ships.The wind direction information is also displayed in the upper right corner of the screen, the southeast wind, and the return is smooth; there are ocean currents passing by nearby, and fish schools gather here, which can provide inexhaustible fishery resources.

"It looks like a city." Fu Zhong said, pointing to one of the photos, "a city for military purposes. There is a tall tower there, which should be a launch tower, or a testing ground for some kind of weapon. On the mountain There are cannons."

The city is hidden in the hills and mountains. The alluvial plain in front of the mountain is scattered with elongated buildings. Fu Zhong preliminarily judges that it is the first line of defense.The plain is unobstructed and difficult to defend, so the buildings in this area are not densely populated. Their main position is in the mountains, relying on natural dangers.

Zhu Min carefully looked at the map sent back, and a bright band of light bent and passed through the center of the screen. This is a river. into the ocean.

"Most houses are built along the river, and there are many piers. This section should be opened up as a waterway. I don't know what to transport, maybe building materials." Fu Zhong drew a few circles on the map, and there are two-way arrows.

"The highway system is very complete and extends in all directions. Armed and ambulance vehicles can move freely during wartime. The mountain has been flattened. What do you think is such a high place?"

"The turret, the armored vehicle can drive up, and there is no obstacle to the missile launch. If the muzzle is aimed at the sea," Fu Zhong drew a parabola, "then the ballistic trajectory of the missile is probably like this, you can imagine for yourself."

Zhu Min thought about it, and it was indeed an incredible scene. Although he had never been on the front line of a battlefield, he knew a lot from hearsay.After Fu Zhong finished speaking, he added a few more lines, and said after a moment of silence: "They are dealing with things in the sea."

What he said was a statement, almost affirmative, as if it were a matter of course.After he finished speaking, he looked out the porthole. The light blue moonlight sprinkled on the long coastline. The waves beat against the rocks, stirring up white flowers. The sea water was dark in color, like a black hole in the eye.

Suddenly, a cold fear hit my heart, like a scent of flowers in a summer night, unexpectedly penetrated into my heart and lungs.Not only Fu Zhong, Zhu Min also felt this fear, he heard the voice of the sea, it was like talking in sleep and mocking laughter.

Fear made the atmosphere suddenly stagnate, and it was hard to breathe. Questions came one after another, and they became a mess, with nowhere to start.Fu Zhong rubbed his eyes tiredly, and asked Zhu Min to check the time. It was already past three in the morning, and the sunrise time had not yet been calculated.

"We can't figure it out just by thinking about it. We have to find a time to go there." Fu Zhong said, he saved the information and brought it with him. "Now we will quietly wait for the dawn, the sky will always be of."

Fu Zhong left the communication room, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like when the sun rose from the sea.When he was a child, his father took him to see the sea, saying that he had seen the sunrise on the sea with others when he was young, and he would never forget that day, even when he died.

What kind of sunrise can't be forgotten until death?Fu Zhong couldn't figure it out, he couldn't understand the meaning of his father's words, but he didn't think too much, because there were still many things he didn't understand, not this one.

Fu Yangxia went to the Northeast, he got off the car in the snow, a gust of wind blew down from the mountain road, and poured into his untucked collar.Fu Yangxia felt a little cold, he breathed a sigh of relief into his palms, then put on his cloak and walked up the snow-covered stone stairs.

There were footprints in the snow, left by those who came here before him, but the footprints were already very shallow, and should have been flattened by the wind.There are many pine trees standing in the forest, and a fox ran past under the forest, and disappeared in a flash.

The road up the mountain was monotonous and long. Fu Yangxia took two guards and climbed up the stairs on a glazed red rosewood.He was unhurried, the wind was strong, and he whipped the hem of his cloak wrapped in snow flakes.

He couldn't remember how many times he had heard this kind of wind. The pine tree was shaking above his head, and the pine needles rubbing against each other made a rustling sound. Even the wind carried a delicate fragrance.The mountain is deserted, and hunters will not patronize it. It coincides with the cold winter, and no one will choose to enter the mountain at this time.

It seemed to be even colder than the day Mr. Hu returned to the west, Fu Yangxia thought so, stepped on the last stone slab, and came to the gate of the temple hidden in the mountains surrounded by fireworks, and the vermilion lacquered cornices escaped obliquely.

"Brother." Suddenly someone called him from behind, followed by a faint smell of cigar smoke, "You are finally here."

Fu Yangxia knew who was calling him without turning his head. Sure enough, a figure appeared beside him, wearing a suit and woolen coat, with snow foam on his hair.He was wearing gloves as usual, and he let out a puff of smoke with his chin up, and it dispersed like a mist.

"I guess I was the last one to arrive." Fu Yangxia smiled. He waved his hand to let the two guards leave, and then stepped into the threshold with Gu Qichuan. The smell of talismans and incense wafted in the air.

There were three or two figures standing in front of the gate, they were talking in a low voice, when Fu Yangxia walked in, he nodded to them as a greeting.White silk was hung under the eaves, and white silk cloth was carried on the flags, which fluttered over the eaves with the wind, creating a solemn funeral atmosphere.

There are hanging oil paintings in the main hall, candles are lit on the wall, ebony plaques are engraved with thin gold inscriptions, and a screen behind it depicts lonely smoke in the desert and falling flowers in flowing water.Everything is furnished as it is, as if returning to the time when the family was prosperous and the population was prosperous.

"Today is the anniversary of my grandfather's death, and 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye." Fu Yangxia lit a few incense sticks, put them in the incense burner after paying his respects, and watched the thin wisps of smoke float up, "It was the same way during the funeral that year. On snowy days, we all went to the funeral."

"Although we are under different sects, we are a family after all. It is not a trivial matter for anyone to die. It has been many years and we are all old. One day, a coffin and a handful of paper money will be buried in the soil."

Fu Yangxia took off his cloak with a smile, the heating inside the room was much warmer than outside.The old steward of the temple came to invite the two of you to the side hall. The old steward followed the grandfather when he was young. After the grandfather passed away, he became the last steward of the grandfather.

"Is everyone here?"

"Not yet, the wife of the Bai family is still on the way, wait a moment."

"Oh, it's Madam Bai."

Gu Qichuan asked Fu Yangxia whether he wanted tea or wine. Fu Yangxia took off his gloves and said he wanted Sichuan scented tea.Gu Qichuan shook his head and poured warm tea for him: "Why are you still the same, after drinking scented tea for so many years, aren't you tired?"

Fu Yangxia sat down, the chair was leaning against the window, covered with thick and warm fur, which came from the deep mountains of Daxinganling.He turned the fruit plate in front of him, picked up a golden orange, and said, "You will get tired of drinking anything, but this is the only way you won't get tired."

"This tea is not expensive, it's a very common variety, and it doesn't suit your style. After all, you have so much red wine in your possession, maybe there's only one bottle in the world."

"I was a soldier in the Southwest Military Region when I was young." Fu Yangxia took the tea, but he didn't drink it, and put it aside, "This kind of tea is produced in Sichuan, and I'm used to drinking it. I miss those days, even now I dream, It’s the scene in my dreams.”

Gu Qichuan sat down on one side with his woolen coat folded, and there was a low table in the middle, with potted plum blossoms and strange rocks full of green moss.Fu Yangxia was biting a cigarette, Gu Qichuan turned on the lighter and handed it to him, protecting the flame to help him light the cigarette.

The whole process was silent and smooth, as if it should be taken for granted, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.

Fu Yangxia's movements froze suddenly at this moment, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled.Gu Qichuan noticed his strangeness and asked a question. Fu Yangxia turned to look at him, blinked hurriedly to look away, and smoked anxiously.

"I'm fine, I just remembered something from the past." Fu Yangxia narrowed his eyes and said, he opened the window, and the cold wind hit his face, "I used to light cigarettes for others like you... .It's just a little memorable."

Gu Qichuan held his tea cup tightly in the cold air seeping in from the window, and a few snowflakes floated in and hung on the tops of the plum blossoms.Fu Yangxia continued to smoke, his mood was not peaceful, and he was peeling an orange in his hand without any method, as if he was diverting his attention.

"This is the third orange you've peeled." Gu Qichuan reminded, "If you peel it again, I'm afraid there won't be enough oranges for you to spoil."

Fu Yangxia woke up suddenly, he looked at his hands, there were orange petals on the fruit plate, and a scent of oranges permeated beside the plum blossom tree.He moved his hand away, said sorry, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his brows.

"Just peeling but not eating, how did you get this strange habit? I have never figured it out. To be honest, I have never understood you."

"Didn't I tell you? I don't eat oranges, but I have a friend who likes to eat them. I have remembered it for many years, so I will do it habitually. This is just my habit, just a habit."

I am used to the past time, to a certain natural action, to the past events entwined in my dreams, to the fragrance of scented tea and oranges.

What is farther than the horizon is the length of time.In the muddle-headed past, and so many years apart, all his expectations had been wiped out at some point many years ago, but he still couldn't forget it.

The two fell into silence, Fu Yangxia didn't want to continue talking, Gu Qichuan opened an old book and spread it on his lap to read.There was a lot of wind outside, and the snow fell on the empty courtyard. The stone sculpture standing in the courtyard was covered with frost and snow, and it could only be vaguely seen that it was a statue of a fox.

Suddenly there was a voice from outside, the old steward was standing on the steps waiting for something, and a person walked in from the door at the other end, wearing proper white clothes, red shoes on his feet, and a black hat on his hair. .She stood there, Feng Xue retreated.

"It's Mrs. Bai." The steward said, bowed his head and shook hands with Bai Zhu in salute, and invited her into the main hall with a portrait of Mr. Hu third hanging in the hall.

"Madam is here, don't you want to go out and meet?" Gu Qichuan looked out, folded the book on his lap and said to Fu Yangxia.

Fu Yangxia glanced indifferently, then lowered his head and brushed off a few pieces of cigarette ash on his sleeve, got up and said: "It's time to meet, we're here, after all, we are a family."

When Bai Zhu entered the door, he brought a cold air all over his body. It was a kind of cold unique to winter in Northeast China, which crazily drilled into his bones.She put the coat on her hand, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Yangxia. He was standing beside the candle, and a cluster of candle flames danced on his shoulder.

After being stunned for a moment, Bai Zhu quickly regained her composure. She took the initiative to shake hands with Fu Yangxia, just like an old friend she hasn't seen for many years.Fu Yangxia clinked glasses with Bai Zhu with a faint smile all the time, wishing each other well.

Bai Zhu took off the fox fur scarf around his neck, turned to pour wine for Fu Yangxia, she was wearing a flat collar today, so her neck was exposed.The black and white wings are tattooed on the back of the neck, which has faded with age.

Fu Yangxia stared at the two wings, Bai Zhu handed him the wine, pointed behind him, and said: "You know, the family rules require tattoos. Well, there is also a code name 'Bai Yi Qing Xiang', which sounds very Is it decent?"

After she finished speaking, she laughed at herself, gestured twice, stepped on the heels of her shoes, walked out of the main hall, came to the leeward Chaoshou corridor, and plucked a plum blossom.

"Why didn't your father come this year?" Fu Yangxia asked. He was standing under the porch watching the snow, which covered the vermilion lacquered porch pillars. "In the past, he was the one who came to participate. He is a tough old man."

"The weather is too cold, and my father is too old to move around, so I'm the only one here this year." Bai Zhu said gently, "Mrs. It's at the venue."

Fu Yangxia seldom went to see Bai Zhu. He lowered his eyes and nodded the tip of his shoe, and drank the last sip of wine in his glass: "This wine has changed its taste. It didn't taste like this when I came last time."

"I remember the last time I came here was ten years ago. The rule established before the grandfather left is that every ten years there will be a big event on the anniversary of the death, and all the families will come to express their condolences. The venue last time was indeed very lively. .”

"This year is also very lively." Fu Yangxia said, he glanced at Bai Yi, and walked along the corridor, "It's just that there are a few people missing, it doesn't matter."

Bai Zhu looked at the back of his hand and mentioned it seemingly unintentionally: "The Ji family is also absent this year, which is very regrettable. I am here this year to represent the Bai family and the Ji family."

Fu Yangxia's fingers moved, he idly rotated the ring on his ring finger, pursed his lips and said nothing.Fu Yangxia's expression didn't change, but there were complex emotions surging in his eyes, and when he blinked, all emotions returned to silence.

"Oh, really?" Fu Yangxia nodded, and smiled politely at Bai Zhubao, "I regret this, I will miss him...very much."

Bai Zhu also smiled, touched his neat bun, and said, "I miss him too."

"Well, you two have such a good relationship. So happy."

"You too."

Fu Yangxia was suddenly speechless, a tearful emotion stuck in his throat, making people feel pain.He felt as if his chest was filled with sea water, which made his heart and lungs ache.Boundless heavy snow covered the entire temple one after another, and in the distance, there was the sound of a bell ringing.In a trance, it seems to be in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are hidden in the wind and snow.

The guests were seated one by one in the venue, according to the order of high and low. Fu Yangxia sat at the top, and the second seat was empty, which originally belonged to the Patriarch of the Ji family.The fourth position is a bit special, Li Chongyan is sitting there, but this is just his holographic projection.

Bai Zhu and Lin Yifeng were sitting together, talking in a low voice. The opposite row was also filled with people, but there were many empty seats.Some of them have disappeared, others have died.Everyone present remembers the last time they got together here.

Time takes away many things.

Fu Yangxia glanced at the empty seat next to him, then poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of the seat.He picked up his wine glass, touched it, and said softly, "Go home."

The voice was very light and faint, melting into the crisp sound of the clinking wine glasses, without attracting anyone's attention.Fu Yangxia drank the red wine alone, then took out a metal badge from his pocket, and stood it on the copper base beside him.

It was the family crest, a smiling fox, which meant that he had followed the fox.There are three huge oil paintings hanging on the wall, namely Mr. Hu San, Lord Zhenjiang and Lord Zanying. They are all dead and buried in a secret cemetery.

This family alliance meeting held on the death day of Mr. Hu San will select an heir among all the patriarchs present. At that time, the cards will be completely reshuffled, and one will be the emperor and one courtier.

This is a rule and tradition that has lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years, and the underworld also has its own way of operating.Fu Yangxia clasped his hands, rubbed the ring on his hand, watched the elderly steward walk to the conference table, and began to read the eulogy.

He slowly closed his eyes amidst the eulogy.

The convoy arrived at Gang Rinpoche after ten days of travelling. The road was covered with snow, and snowplows had to be used to drive the road, and the cars moved very slowly.The swaying carriage was deathly quiet. It was night when they arrived, and everyone was asleep.

He Luan was awakened by the sudden shaking of the car, and a light on the top gave off a faint light. He rubbed his eyes, opened the window partition and looked out. In the distance, the outline of a strange mountain peak loomed in the dark night.

This is Mount Kailash. He Luan has seen photos of it, and it is very recognizable.He was a little bit happy, because the exhaustion of traveling and traveling finally came to an end.He quietly watched the snow mountain move slowly in front of his eyes, it was so tall, reaching straight into the sky.

However, he didn't have much excitement, on the contrary, he felt very calm except for a little joy.Maybe it was because of his overwork that he couldn't get excited, or maybe this snow mountain was too ordinary to arouse his emotions.

After watching for a while, He Luan took out the old-fashioned tape recorder from his backpack, connected it to the computer, and listened with headphones. The distorted male voice entered his ears, as gloomy and remote as the snow mountain.

"When you hear this passage, it will be ten years later. The weather in February 2010 is a bit cold, remember to add a few more clothes."

"On the first day we arrived at the snow mountain, we didn't feel excited. On the contrary, due to the long journey, when we saw the snow peak for the first time, we thought it was so ordinary."

At this moment, He Luan realized the meaning of his father's words. When he saw Xuefeng for the first time, he really felt that it was so ordinary.Although this snow-capped mountain is regarded as a sacred mountain by the Tibetans, it is nothing special in the eyes of extremely tired people.

After listening to the recording halfway, he turned it off, took off the earphones and wiped his face, his legs were sore and numb from keeping in one position for a long time, he raised his legs and moved, but woke up Chen Wei who was sleeping next to him.

"Old He, why are you still awake? What time is it? Where are we?" Chen Wei sat up sleepily, yawned and looked out the window, seeing the rolling mountains.

"We've arrived at Mount Kailash, it's early morning, and it's not time to get up yet." He Luan said softly, covering him with a blanket, without disturbing the other people in the carriage.

When Chen Wei heard Gang Rinpoche, his eyes lit up for a moment, and suddenly he lost all sleepiness.He leaned on the window and looked out, trying to identify the sacred mountain, and then shook He Luan excitedly: "I saw it! I saw it!"

He Luan smiled lightly, took his hand and watched the mountains with him.Chen Wei was really curious about everything, no wonder he was so excited, like a child.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Wei sat back after being excited, pulled the blanket to cover his legs, and moved closer to He Luan.

"Photo." He Luan said, and he moved the photo in his hand to show Chen Wei, "I'm wondering what is in this photo."

"You've been thinking about it for so long, and you can't think about it any more. Since God let you see this photo, he must have thought of a way to let you solve your doubts. Don't worry, you will always know."

Chen Wei shook him, shook his hands twice, took out his mobile phone to check, and raised it to check for signals.He Luan took out the iron box from his backpack, and looked at the words engraved on the box, as well as the badge of the giant eagle tree.

"Do you think there is something wrong with this badge?" He Luan asked.

"Of course there is a problem. The time is wrong. In 2010, black and white wings were used."

"I know. I want to say, do you still remember Teacher Jiangqu telling us that he belongs to a certain family, and then he pointed to your epaulette?" He Luan nodded Chen Wei's shoulder, the epaulet was shining.

Chen Wei thought for a while, and indeed remembered this matter, nodded and said, "So what do you want to express?"

"The teacher said that every family has a unified family crest, and the fox is a smiling fox." He Luan took out the envelope and showed Chen Wei the lacquer seal of the smiling fox. His family crest is the giant eagle tree?"

Chen Wei looked into He Luan's eyes, then lowered his head to look at the things in his hand, sat there for a while, and raked his hair: "It doesn't make sense. Could it be that the entire executive department belongs to his family? Shit !"

He Luan motioned him to keep his voice down, and the two sat side by side, each with their own thoughts.He Luan glanced at Chen Wei's cell phone and asked, "What are you looking at? The signal here is not good, and there is no internet."

"Read novels." Chen Wei rubbed his nose and swipe the screen twice, "Yishan hasn't updated for a long time, and I haven't written a single word since Chinese New Year."

He pouted, then turned off the screen and stuffed it into the bag, leaned on He Luan's shoulder with his arms folded, and closed his eyes: "Sleep a little longer. Old He, go to sleep too, don't think about these things."

He Luan smiled and touched his face. After packing up his things, he looked at the snow-capped mountains for a while, and fell asleep after watching.

Ji Yao woke up in bed, it was daytime, the sun was shining brightly, shining on the white bedding through the porthole of the plane, and he heard the sound of the waves rising and falling in an orderly manner.White noise buzzes in the room, and it is easy to get sleepy after listening to it for a long time.

He withdrew his hand from under the quilt, squinted his eyes to look at the bandages tied on his hands, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.There was a person lying on the bed, asleep, still wearing the combat uniform of the Executive Department, with the words "SWAT" written on the back.

Ji Yao reached out and rubbed Fu Zhong's hair. His hair was soft and fluffy, and it felt good to the touch.He couldn't help rubbing it a few more times, Fu Zhong was probably woken up by him, raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and lay down on the quilt to look at him.

"You finally woke up." Fu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and kissed Ji Yao's fingers, "How does your body feel? Is there any pain?"

"No." As soon as Ji Yao opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse, as if he was pumping a bellows. He quickly shut up and turned his head away embarrassingly.

Fu Zhong knew what he was awkward about, so he leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, and said with a smile, "I asked Dr. Zhu to make a new voice changer for you, and it will be delivered later, just put it on."

Ji Yao moved his eyelashes, and then turned his head to look at Fu Zhong's eyes, which looked like a lake in a forest, and he could see his own reflection in it.Seeing the clothes on Fu Zhong's body, Ji Yao nodded, meaning he wanted to ask where he went for the mission again.

"I went to a newly discovered place to investigate." Fu Zhong replied, holding Ji Yao's hand, sitting in the sun, leaning on the calm sound of the tide, "I just came back in the middle of the night last night, I was too tired, so I slept here caught."

Ji Yao opened his mouth and vibrated his vocal cords with difficulty, trying to make a sound, but only a few vague syllables were revealed.Fu Zhong held down his Adam's apple, signaling him not to force his voice, as it would damage his vocal cords.

"Wait until you install the voice changer before speaking. A lot of things have happened during the few days you fell asleep. I can tell you slowly." Fu Zhong smiled from the corner of his eyes, and all the exhaustion and anxiety were at this moment Swept away.

Ji Yao reached out to hug him, but just as Fu Zhong leaned over to hug him, the door was suddenly opened.Ji Yao withdrew his hand suddenly, Fu Zhong straightened up and pretended nothing happened, and looked at the unexpected guest with his eyelids raised.

It was the correspondent who talked back to him, saying that he wasn't the thorn in the side why the commander ordered him around here.

The correspondent hesitated at the door, nervously squeezed the paper in his hand, and then saluted: "Hello, decision-maker, commander."

"Is there something? Why didn't you knock on the door? Why are you so rude?" Fu Zhong asked sternly, and Ji Yao saw his jaw line tightened.

The correspondent was frightened, stood there in a dilemma, and said, "I have printed out all the documents you asked for. You said it was an urgent document, so I sent it to you. I am very sorry to disturb you two, sorry!"

Ji Yao raised his hand to beckon the correspondent to come over, and the correspondent handed the document to Fu Zhong, and left the place as if fleeing.

The door closed, Fu Zhong looked at Ji Yao for a while, then leaned over and hugged him.Ji Yao clasped Fu Zhong's neck, buried her face in the crescent of his neck, and smelled his body, a smell of sea breeze, and a few wisps of grass and trees.

After hugging and kissing enough, Fu Zhong began to flip through the documents in his hand, while telling Ji Yao about his inspection experience in detail, and then picked up one of the papers to show Ji Yao.

"We landed five kilometers from the port, then entered the forest and touched it on foot. On the way we found an interesting thing-we found this mark on the trunk along the way."

Ji Yao saw the piece of paper in Fu Zhong's hand, which was a printed photo.In the light, a guiding sign carved with a knife appeared on the uneven tree trunk, with a circle on the outside, a shield in the middle, and an arrow pointing northwest.

"Do you remember? We also saw this mark in the hunting ground in Chita. You said that it was left by Chief Wei's grandfather ten years ago." Fu Zhong said, "The mark of the KGB."