Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 145

The assistant walked through the corridor with warm black tea and entered the lounge of the Particle Accelerator-Core Actuator Research Institute. He knocked on the door according to etiquette, then went in and put the black tea on the table.The assistant caught a glimpse of another person in the room, but he couldn't see what it looked like.

"Sir, the black tea you want."

"Okay, thank you. There's nothing else to do next, you can rest." Li Chongyan said sitting behind the desk. He was wearing glasses, with a computer running in front of him, and a pen in his hand was leaving ink marks on the white paper.

The assistant agreed briefly, then hurriedly looked up at the corner of the room, then turned and left quickly.Before going out, he turned his head and asked Li Chongyan if he wanted to turn on all the lights. Li Chongyan shook his head and said no.

The room was dark, and the lounge was opened up as Li Chongyan's temporary residence, and a corridor outside was the internal mechanism of the institute.Everything is simple, there are two pots of calla lilies, and a few new pots of poinsettia on the window sill. Except for a few side cabinets, there is only a simple bed.

After the assistant went out, the room was lit up again, but it was not the light of the chandelier, but an electronic blue light.Half of the room disappeared in the beam of light, and what appeared next was the living room of Fu Yangxia's house. Outside the huge glass curtain wall, the snow had begun to melt.

Fu Yangxia's voice came into Li Chongyan's ears through the holographic projection: "Your assistant is really sensible, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have to hide."

"No, you are a great military officer, it's not good for people to see you."

"I still remember your habit of drinking black tea. I remember how many pieces of sugar you would put in it." Fu Yangxia shook his cigar and stretched out two fingers, "Two."

Li Chongyan raised his eyes and glanced at him, then smiled and said, "You remember it very clearly."

Fu Yangxia raised his eyebrows, he didn't look at Li Chongyan, he sat on the sofa and looked at the branches and pink flowers outside the window: "I can only remember some old things clearly, and now it's not as good as every year, what happened yesterday, what happened today forget."

"Do you remember when you were a teenager?" Li Chongyan said half-jokingly, he was calculating on paper, his glasses slipped a little, and he pushed them up.

What answered him was not Fu Yangxia's voice, but silence, like a gust of wind that stood still and then quietly went away.Fu Yangxia squinted his eyes. He squinted habitually. I don't know when he developed the habit, which made his expression look very sad.

The cigar is burning slowly, unhurriedly, it is not in a hurry.It is not these inanimate dead things that are anxious, but human beings.Fu Yangxia took a bite of the cigar, exhaled light gray smoke, and said, "Maybe I remember, I don't know."

Li Chongyan didn't continue talking, he stopped writing and looked at the computer, saying, "He didn't receive the document."

"Who didn't receive it? Ji Yao? Oh, it's him." Fu Yangxia said lightly, and he finally shifted his gaze to Li Chongyan's computer, "If you don't answer it, you don't answer it. One day he will see of."

"Do you want to connect to the monitoring system?"

"Are you a bastard, Li Chongyan?" Fu Yangxia turned up the volume, he leaned on his knees to look at Li Chongyan's face, "He didn't receive it, he didn't receive it, why are you in such a hurry? Who can't be busy and not see the file coming?"

Li Chongyan waved his hand, with a warm expression on his face, as if he didn't care about anything: "I'm just joking, why are you so nervous. Who has the heart to check the monitoring, I'm so busy, I don't have time."

Fu Yang Xiaxuan glanced at Li Chongyan, turned his eyes away to look elsewhere, looked at the garden outside the window and said, "You'd better be."

With the computer on, Li Chongyan took off his glasses and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his sore eyeballs.He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and pulled them up, revealing many scars on his arms, which were old wounds, sunken and whitish.

"Are you soft-hearted? Fu Yangxia." Li Chongyan wiped the lenses and the metal frames, and then put them back into the box, "To this day, you have become the master of the fox house. Are you suddenly soft-hearted?"

"I don't, I just don't want to be too absolute. Listen, I'm different from you. Don't force your way on me. I have a son, and I have to think about him too, don't I?" Fu Yangxia poured himself a glass of red wine, and the nanny brought him a fruit plate.

Li Chongyan propped his forehead, he opened his eyes, blinked twice, as if remembering something, then sighed, and covered it lightly: "My son is dead, and my wife is gone, so I may... ..I didn't think about it that much, sorry."

Fu Yangxia paused while holding the sliced ​​apple, then put it down again, and picked up a piece of orange again.He pursed his lips and put out the cigar, looked at Li Chongyan, lowered his eyes to cover up his emotions, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Li Chongyan closed his eyes, rubbed his brows, and shook his head, as if he wanted to erase some memories, "My son died on the anti-terrorism battlefield, and my wife died of cancer. The next one will be me. Good and evil will be rewarded. It doesn't matter."

A gust of wind blew outside, and Fu Yangxia saw the branches shaking and making a rattling sound, and a lot of petals fell. He didn't know what kind of flower it was, and it bloomed the earliest every year.Fu Yangxia unconsciously stirred the red wine in the glass, as if to vent some emotion.

"Let's not talk about these horrible things, death is nothing." Fu Yangxia turned the orange in a circle and moved it aside, "How is Jiuquan? Has the particle accelerator been improved?"

"I'm calculating, and the basic data is fine. The difficulty lies in how to increase the power and energy. We have tried hundreds of methods, but all of them have failed." Li Chongyan showed exhaustion, "I always feel that the next method will succeed, and then Just keep counting."

Fu Yangxia got up with a glass of wine, and went to the window to look at the flowers. He decided to take a good look at this early-blooming flower: "What about the satellite? When will it be launched, there must be a plan, right?"

Li Chongyan knocked on the table, he stirred the black tea table with a spoon, the clear tea was reddish brown.Li Chongyan was silent for a while, nodded and said: "The second half of the year, October at the latest. But we usually complete the tasks ahead of schedule."

"What's the use of being in advance, it's just right. Support always comes at the right time. It's not perfect if it's a second early or a second late." Fu Yangxia said. he comes.

Two people stand together, but thousands of kilometers are separated, and the scenery outside the window is not the same.The holographic projection connects the two distant places together, you can see old friends without going out, and see old friends without looking back.

"The flowers are blooming." Fu Yangxia took a sip of the wine and said lightly, "Has Jiuquan bloomed?"

"No, it's still snowing, but it shouldn't be long. The spring breeze is about to pass through the Yumen Pass." Li Chongyan propped up his hands, and the brown-gray vest stretched his back, pulling out the folds.

Fu Yangxia smiled, stretched out his hand to break a branch, shook off the remaining snow on it, and showed it to Li Chongyan: "Flower."

They all laughed, as if they heard the footsteps of spring approaching with their own ears.Li Chongyan asked Fu Yangxia who he wanted to give the flowers to, and Fu Yangxia said, "It's not for you."

"I know." Li Chongyan was not angry, he looked gently at the heavy darkness outside the building, "What's the point of giving it to me, you have to give it to someone you care about."

Fu Yangxia smiled with the corners of his mouth tight, but he didn't seem to be smiling. He shook the flowers and branches, his old face showed an ink-like indifference.Li Chongyan walked away a few steps, opened the cabinet next to him, and unbuttoned his vest: "Madam Zun hasn't come home yet?"

"No, I bought the house in Melbourne, and she can live there if she likes. It's warmer in the southern hemisphere, so it's more comfortable to live in."

Li Chongyan snorted, took off his vest, and then unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his upper body clothes and hung them behind the chair.He happened to have his back facing Fu Yangxia, so a large tattoo on his back was displayed in front of Fu Yangxia.

The tattoos are faded, the main body is a raven-blue color due to age.Fu Yangxia drank slowly while holding the wine glass. Seeing Li Chongyan's colorful back, a snake coiled up, its eyes were wide open, and its fangs were exposed.There are lotus leaves growing on both sides of the snake, and the leaves are full of lotus flowers.

One of the Eight Dragons of the Buddhist scriptures, the snake god Mahuraka.

"Under the Tengshe Sect." Fu Yangxia said, "Are you following Lord Zhenjiang?"

Li Chongyan took out another shirt from the cabinet, looked back at Fu Yangxia, not shy, he shook off the shirt, stretched out his long arm to put it on.Although Li Chongyan is old, his figure is well managed. His body looks strong and young, and his tattoos move with his muscles.

So the snake followed suit. At first glance, it seemed to be wagging its head and tail in the lotus pond, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.Fu Yangxia turned his eyes away and closed his eyes, he felt dizzy after looking at the tattoo for a long time.

"Yes, it's Lord Zhenjiang, but he passed away very early, and I was still young at that time." Li Chongyan said indifferently, straightening his tie in front of the mirror, and then put on the pin, "What about you? Oh, yes Mr. Hu San, look at my memory."

Fu Yangxia didn't speak, just watched him put on the new vest.Li Chongyan paused for a moment, then asked again: "Where is this year's Lord Zanying? Which Patriarch is it?"

"Patriarch of the Bai family."

"Bai Zhu?" Li Chongyan said, he just picked up his suit jacket to put on, but stopped after hearing Fu Yangxia's words, "Then you are really unlucky, you can meet Bai Zhu everywhere."

Fu Yangxia shook the wine glass and put the flower branch on the window sill: "It's not Bai Zhu, you remembered wrongly. The head of the Bai family is Bai Lingqiu. He is relatively low-key and rarely shows up. Bai Zhu is taking care of the family affairs."

Li Chongyan raised his eyebrows, continued to put on his clothes, straightened the neckline and shoulders, and then fastened the silver metal buttons, saying: "Bai Lingqiu doesn't care about things, the real power is in Bai Zhu's hands, so this Lord Zanying is in name only. Don't forget." The previous Marquis was a woman."

"I know, no one knows what the Bai family's idea is. Everyone knows it well. His family claimed to withdraw from the organization before, but it turned out that it was not there in name. This time, I got the position of Lord Hou. I think Bai Zhu wanted to leave. Her father's old way, she plans to eat alone."

"So you also hate Lord Zanying, right?" Li Chongyan put the pen on, put it in the notebook, and stuffed it into the purse, "We all hate her. If she hadn't given out the 185 billion without permission, I guess we would have lost it now." There's not so much going on."

After Li Chongyan finished speaking, he smiled at Fu Yangxia, tilted his head, and picked up the purse and computer that he had tidied up.Seeing him like this, Fu Yangxia took two steps and said, "Where are you going? Are you in a meeting?"

"Well, there is a meeting in the research institute. Researchers have to submit reports, maybe there will be a successful solution." Li Chongyan said, "For global issues, the Washington Time Bureau of the United States is also cooperating with us. I hope we can succeed."

"Well, good luck to you, good luck to us."

Fu Yangxia toasted Li Chongyan as a blessing.Li Chongyan made a gesture and walked out of the door. The holographic projection was turned off, and the cabinets, calla lilies, and poinsettias all disintegrated.The living room of the villa becomes lonely, especially on such a deserted day.

"Sir, all the materials sent by Xinghe have been delivered, please have a look." The secretary in a striped suit came out from behind the wall and put the computer on the coffee table in front of Fu Yangxia.

The nanny came to clean up the wine glasses and bottles on the table. Seeing those fruit plates, Fu Yangxia ate a little bit, only the plate of oranges remained untouched.The nanny felt embarrassed and asked, "Sir, don't you like oranges? I won't prepare them next time."

"No, I've told you many times, as long as you are ready, you don't have to worry about the rest. You just need to prepare as I said."

"Okay, sir. Of course, sir." The nanny nodded and agreed, and she carefully took away the fruit plate, leaving the coffee table empty, and the fresh scent of snowy oranges remained in the air.

Fu Yangxia checked the computer, and the secretary called out the information for him, and stood aside holding the folder, ready to record Fu Yangxia's orders at any time.The sorted files popped up on the computer, and Fu Yangxia checked them one by one.After the Xinghe is replaced, all the data on the coordinate device must be uploaded to the headquarters.

Li Chongyan was not around, and Fu Yangxia took over his work. He had to take care of the army and control the timetable.This is what they often do in secret, and Li Chongyan's name is still on the surface, but Fu Yangxia is actually acting as an agent.

It's not about who's interests are not, it's just a relationship of pure trust.Trust is a strange thing, sometimes indestructible and sometimes vulnerable.

"This is the combat record and report of the coordinate system, and the author is the headquarters of the Executive Department of the China Region." The secretary explained aside, "They have a lot of combat experience, and the records are very detailed. There are still some difficult things to deal with. it's here."

Fu Yangxia followed the secretary's finger. He browsed through all the battle reports and asked the secretary to mark the key points.Fu Yangxia flipped through it quickly, and the secretary had to remind him: "Sir, you can read slowly, there are some details that need attention."

"But these reports...I know all of them." Fu Yangxia said, and he felt that he didn't make it clear after speaking, "That is to say, I have read many battle reports, and I basically know what to write. "

He made a few gestures and tried hard to speak clearly, but the secretary didn't understand, so he smiled awkwardly with his eyebrows curled up, and didn't speak any more.Fu Yangxia continued to do his own thing, he was almost purposefully looking for something, and then asked the secretary to mark it out.

"They entered the unnamed mountain area?" Fu Yangxia printed out part of the document and nailed it up. "And this water mirror, the burning grimace...orange, orange?"

Fu Yangxia's voice gradually became low, he paused, flipping through the papers repeatedly.The secretary handed him a printout of a giant burning grimace on a red stone wall.

He found thumbtacks, put on his overcoat, got up and walked to a wall next to the living room. Various photos and papers were nailed to the brown wallboard, all of which were useful things that Fu Yangxia had collected over the years.He asked his secretary to help him staple the newly printed paper and photos.

The secretary looked at it for a while and asked, "What does orange mean?"

"What do you mean? Haven't you studied English? It means orange." Fu Yangxia stood in front of the wall with his arms crossed, his shoulders straight. He was a soldier, and he always stood upright.

The secretary was speechless, he was a civil servant from the Time Bureau, and Li Chongyan was not around, so he was going to serve Fu Yangxia.Although Fu Yangxia was quite gentle with others, but he was too upright, and the secretary was a little afraid of him. After such a long time, the two of them still hadn't developed a tacit understanding.

Fu Yangxia propped his waist and rubbed the center of his brows, wandering in front of the wall, the layers of paper full of words on it were like tides, up and down, slapping in Fu Yangxia's memory.

On the cabinet next to it were two oranges with green peels, which looked like the kind that could make your teeth sour.Fu Yangxia reached out to pick up the orange, peeled off the skin, and took a piece in his mouth before the nanny came to stop him.

"Sir, that one is very sour. You didn't have time to dispose of it. Why did you eat it?" The nanny hurriedly came up to explain, took out a handkerchief to wrap the remaining few green oranges and prepared to take them away.

A sharp sour taste diffused in the mouth, dipping into the roots of the teeth, almost able to force Fu Yangxia's tears.That sour taste has a unique bitterness and a touch of sweetness in long-term memory, and hits my heart together, like the fragrance of flowers, like the spring breeze blowing through Yumen Pass.

He leaned on the window sill, swallowed the oranges slowly, stopped the nanny, and said, "Keep the oranges, don't throw them away, it's a waste."

The nanny didn't understand what Fu Yangxia meant, but she didn't ask any further questions, so she turned around and put the green peel oranges on a ceramic plate, and wiped off the dust.The secretary quietly peeled off a piece and put it in his mouth. He spit it out just after he took the first bite, and wiped off the juice with a graceful demeanor by pulling the napkin.

Fu Yangxia glanced at the secretary, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up, showing a warm smile, and said, "It's sour, right? You can't get used to this taste."

The secretary wiped his fingers clean, responded with a sigh, turned around and didn't dare to look at Fu Yangxia's face, he put his eyes on the wall, and asked: "What's on it? There are still newspaper clippings from more than ten years ago. "

"Some important reports and academic information, in order to prevent myself from forgetting, I cut them out and pin them here, and I often read them to remind me what I should do." The shuttle incident, the 2008 counterterrorism, and more, it's all here."

The secretary folded his arms and looked at the clipped newspapers. He felt bored after reading for a while, so he walked aside to do his own thing.Fu Yangxia stood under the wall for a long time, thinking about something, his fingers lingering on the printed photos.

"Call the colonel over...forget it, I'll go in person." Fu Yangxia walked behind the black stone platform and made himself a cup of coffee, then took out a box of sugar cubes from the cabinet.

A message suddenly popped up on the phone, Fu Yangxia took a sip of coffee and sat down on the sofa, while the secretary was carrying a kettle to water the potted plants under the window.Fu Yangxia glanced at the message, it was a news flash, saying that the peace ambassador gave a speech on LGBT equality at an international forum.

He turned on the screen hidden in the wall, and the news was reporting on the speech. The peace ambassador stood on the stage with a calm expression, with rivers and mountains hidden in his eyes.Fu Yangxia looked at it for a while, then asked the secretary: "What is LGBT?"

The secretary wiped off the water droplets on his hands with a towel. It was a little cold, so he rubbed his hands.The secretary glanced at Fu Yangxia in disbelief, then at the ambassador on the screen, and said, "You really don't know?"

"Well, probably, but not exactly. So can you tell me about it?"

"L is for Lesbians. G is for Gays. B is for Bisexuals. T is for Transgender. That's it, can you understand?"

Fu Yangxia nodded, saying that he understood, and then drank the hot black coffee with eyes lowered.He folded his legs and listened to the speech of the peace ambassador Yan Suizhao, and he seemed to be wandering away, not knowing what was going on.He thought of a lot of things, but he didn't want to think about it deeply, so he discarded it there.

"Do you think the LGBT community will have a good development direction?" Fu Yangxia suddenly asked the secretary. The secretary sat aside and looked at his computer. He was not interested in the speech.

The secretary raised his eyelids and glanced at Yan Luzhao's face, paused, and said, "Of course, it's an era now, and a hundred flowers should bloom. There's nothing wrong with any sexual orientation, and it's wrong to love anyone. It's just a manifestation of emotion." , man is free."

Fu Yangxia fiddled with the thin spoon, making a slight clanging sound.After a while, he turned off the TV screen, went to the side to take off his coat and put it on, hung a silver-gray scarf in front of the mirror, and said, "This is a very good time."

"It's a good time." The secretary confirmed his words with a smile, put away his purse, put on his woolen coat and followed Fu Yangxia to go out. They had to go to the General Office of the Military Commission.

Gu Qichuan was sitting in the car with a windbreaker on, and was speeding on the highway. Passing the bridge, the hot gold letters on the bridge were illuminated at once, swayed, and were left behind vaguely, unable to see clearly.Gu Qichuan looked down at the document paper in the leather bag, and the news was playing on the tablet in front of him.

"Is there any clue about the bullets shipped to Japan and South Korea?" Gu Qichuan asked, his secretary was sitting in front.

The secretary quickly answered him: "The bullets were mixed on the Arctic fishing boat, went around Hokkaido and the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, and finally landed on the Kamchatka Peninsula. We have obtained this information and need to follow it up further."

"It didn't enter South Korea or Japan at all, but went to Russia. Why did it go to Russia? Has their contact person been found on the Kamchatka Peninsula?" Gu Qichuan folded a piece of paper as a mark.

"In the tracking data we obtained in advance, we found multiple parallel routes, some to Seoul, some to Yokohama, and even to San Francisco. It should be a deception scheme. Later, hackers intercepted a contact password and locked it after cracking it. Kamchatka."

"Yeah." Gu Qichuan leaned against the back seat, his platinum watch was exposed on his wrist, "Have you found the contact person? There must be a port for landing, and there will be a special person in charge."

The secretary took out the relevant documents from the computer and handed them to Gu Qichuan: "Bought by an anonymous buyer, we have already obtained the surveillance video of the port. It is here. Please take a look at it. The whereabouts of the bullets are unknown after the purchase. Where is it?"

Gu Qichuan put down the file and took the tablet in the secretary's hand. On it was a surveillance video. He clicked on it to see that the two parties were making a deal, and no one spoke during the whole process—a typical underground transaction between gangsters, and the two parties had never had a conversation before. over contact.

On one side was a man on a fishing boat, tall and burly with thick hair.There was only one person on one side, wearing a black sheepskin coat and a hat, hiding in the shadows, unable to see clearly.After handing over the goods, they shake hands to show that the transaction is completed.

Only when shaking hands does the person who hides in the darkness expose his hand to the light.Gu Qichuan checked the part of the handshake repeatedly, paused and then zoomed in to check the details carefully.

The man was wearing white gloves, the usual attire.What is unusual is his handshake posture, fingers curled up, arms bent outwards, as if ready to draw a gun from his arms at any time.Gu Qichuan also noticed that when they shook hands, this person shook hands once, and then shook each other's fingers again.

It's just a very small movement, almost within a second.Gu Qichuan slowed down the video and checked it repeatedly to confirm that his observations were correct.

In the end, he raised his head, leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to press the center of his brow, as if he was recalling something.He handed the tablet back to the secretary and said, "I guess I guess where they shipped the bullets to."