Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 170

When the explosion happened, Fu Yangxia had just put down his cell phone, and he felt a warm feeling in his heart, burning like a candle, like a breeze blowing across a summer river, and he was walking by the river with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.Fu Yangxia looked at the time and calculated how many hours it would be before his wife arrived home.He put on the cap of his pen, made a phone call back home, and asked someone to prepare dinner. He mentioned some dishes that his wife liked, and then asked someone to clean the villa and garden.The flowers in the villa have already bloomed.

The newly signed documents were spread out on the table, and the ink was not even dry. Fu Yangxia crossed the back of his hands and carefully browsed the content on the paper with lowered eyes, even though he had read it countless times before.The red-headed title on the top reads "Decision on mobilizing the military to support the 'backtracking plan' and the deployment of senior commanders."Fu Yangxia's gaze was always on the words "backtracking plan". There was no emotion in his eyes, and there was a sudden fluctuation, but soon disappeared without a trace.

There was a knock on the office door, Fu Yangxia agreed, and the secretary walked in from the outside and told him that the next strategic layout meeting was about to be held.Fu Yangxia nodded lightly, put the document into a transparent bag, and sealed it.

He put on his coat and uniform with the help of his secretary, and his reflection was reflected in the mirror.The office behind it is brownish-red, with decorative paintings engraved on the panels, and the color of the curtains will change according to the solar terms of the four seasons.There are three landline phones next to the big desk, and a small square table in front of it. Fu Yangxia often meets subordinate officials on this small square table, and they talk for a whole day.In front of the closet, the long table, inlaid with corrugated marble and surrounded by ottomans with light colored Egyptian cotton cushions, is often used to resolve major internal decision-making issues.

At this time, these panels, columns, square tables and curtains are all standing quietly in their original places. They were like this many years ago, and they have changed many owners after many years, and they are still like this.During the years Fu Yangxia worked, he was in this brown-red office, thinking about his family, country and the world.Time turns a person's hair gray, and the chandelier illuminates his aging but still tall figure, and he will continue to live like this.

He took the military cap from the secretary and put it on neatly.When he was young, he was often the most rebellious one, with his hat on one side, leaning on the tank and teasing the cat.Fu Yangxia's hat hasn't been crooked for a long time.

Looking at the office behind him for the last time, there was nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes. In some respects, Fu Yangxia was a prophet. He foresaw all the sorrows, but he still had to go.The secretary closed the door behind him, and the old tree outside the window was showing new buds.

In the far northwest, at the foot of Mount Bayinbaogede, where Fu Yangxia could not see, light rain soaked the windows of Li Chongyan's villa.At the beginning, the designer of this villa knew that Li Chongyan liked to listen to the rain. He left an exquisite design on the roof. The bricks, the sound of raindrops falling on them, seems to be telling a secret.Burdocks grow under the wall, and plantains do not live long in such a place.

Li Chongyan was still asleep, and his pain could be relieved a little in his sleep. Such a strong old man looked lifeless at this moment.He didn't turn off the TV screen, and the page suddenly jumped, and an urgent news was inserted, saying that "a major explosion occurred at Melbourne Airport".

The reporter was still describing the scene in front of the camera. She was standing on an overpass, with thick smoke billowing not far behind her, and many small explosions occurred during the period.The reporter also mentioned that "a business plane belonging to a Chinese citizen was blown up at the same time" and "a Qantas plane exploded and disintegrated in the air after taking off". Still not under effective control, firefighters ran in the fire field.

But Li Chongyan did not see these. In his distant dream, human beings have not yet surpassed the speed of light, and even the first case of AIDS has just been discovered.The riots that are happening in this world have nothing to do with him. If he opens his eyes and takes a look, maybe he can recognize that the business jet with only wreckage left is owned by Fu Yangxia.Human beings always pursue illusory dreams, thus deviating from reality. Many things are delayed in this way, and many people are missed in this way.

But he didn't wake up, the sound of raindrops falling into the room seemed to soothe someone's tired soul.In this kind of rain, it seems that tomorrow the mountains in the northwest will be covered with greenery, and the sun will rise from the sky. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the white shadow of Helan Mountain.

In Russia, at the Lake Baikal base, a blizzard is blowing down from the farther north, and the low temperature in the center of the cyclone is already lower than the lowest value in history. Among them, an accident occurred because the fuel was frozen and then buried deep in the upper Yansk Mountains by snow.

Tang Lin stood behind the glass baffle of the mountain platform, watching the heavy snow outside connect the lake with the land, and the redwoods and cedars, known for their tenacity and indomitability, were toppled due to the storm.Lake Baikal rarely suffers from such extreme storms, and the weather here is traditionally mild.

With his mobile phone next to his ear, Tang Ji was wearing an ordinary suit and a windbreaker as usual. Such clothing was not commensurate with the wind and snow outside.He listened to the phone call for a long time, but he didn't speak. He didn't know if the other party had been talking for so long, or both sides were silent.

"Well, let's start the accusation next." Tang Lin said, his eyelashes were raised, and his eye sockets were red, because he drank a lot all the year round—but he rarely drank alcohol now.After hanging up the phone, he took out his hand that was in his pocket. He was not wearing gloves, and there was a scar on the back of his hand from chopsticks.

The phone screen lights up, and a message pops up, saying "Mission complete, target dead.".Tang Lin glanced at it lightly, swipe the screen twice with his thumb, and then deleted the message.He was neither sad nor happy, facing the huge curved window, snapped off the phone and threw it into the trash can next to it.He glanced at the scar on the back of his hand, stayed there for a while, and finally put his hand in his pocket.

"Warming the wine." Lin Yifeng came up from behind, wearing a woolen coat, holding a cigarette in one hand, and handing the wine glass to Tang Lin in the other, "I ran into a waiter who was coming over on the road, so I will be a good person and give the wine to Tang Lin." You brought it over."

Tang Lin said thank you, Lin Yifeng raised one eye and glanced at him, then brought the cigarette to his mouth, the soft smoke escaped from his slightly parted lips: "Still thinking about Eho What about Pirates of Tsk or Mrs. Bai? You don't look very well."

"This storm is stronger than the previous one, and we're going to be trapped here. There's something wrong here." Tang Lin tapped his heels and turned slightly sideways. "The extreme weather is a bit abnormal. I have a hunch that there will be bigger storms." disaster is behind."

Heavy snow had already buried the foot of the mountain, and the cemeteries in the distant mountains were all covered by snow, and only the sculpture on the top of the tombstone could be seen.Lin Yifeng supported his elbows, smoking a cigarette as if he didn't care, squinted his eyes to look at the scene outside the window, and said: "There is a problem with the retrospective plan."

Tang Lin turned to look at him, took a sip of the warm wine, and let the amber liquid slide down his throat.Lin Yifeng looked worried, and he frowned: "The hollow is in disarray. Many islands in the North Pole and the southern hemisphere have sunk. Don't you smell the smoke? And I heard that Gang Rinpoche in Tibet just appeared. There was a large-scale hollow falling object and a shock wave incident, and it happened that there was a communication problem at this time, and this incident is inseparable from Li Chongyan."

"Yeah." Tang Lin nodded, he turned his wrist, and the wine in the wine glass swayed in the direction he turned his wrist, "Tibet is a joint operation between the time bureau and the army. I also heard that Li Chongyan and Fu Yangxia had a fight. There is no contradiction, and the two seem to be facing each other."

Lin Yifeng exhaled a puff of smoke, which was gray, and the red light of the cigarette butt stood out against the dark background: "Oh, there are still many details in what you heard. What are you going to do now? I understand You never only do what is good for you."

"That depends on whether the heavens are beautiful or not." Tang Ji replied briefly, he did not intend to continue talking, his eyes were as far as the horizon, and the corners of his mouth were filled with faint emotions.

Lin Yifeng smiled, and shook the ashes, seeing that the ashes fell on the toes of his shiny leather shoes, but he did not wipe them off.After a pause, Lin Yifeng said, "Are you trying to take advantage of the conflict between the two of them? This is indeed a good time."

Tang Ji tilted his head, expressionless: "Okay? It's really good. Disasters and wars are enough for them to think about. Only when they get chaotic can I have a place to start. The alliance between several families seems to be indestructible, but in fact only There's an empty shell left."

"Does that include us too?" Lin Yifeng asked, smiling with the corner of his mouth raised, biting the end of his cigarette while asking.

This is a very sharp question, but when I ask it, I feel that the breeze does not move.Tang Lin drank the last sip of wine, pondered the taste of the wine, and asked back: "What do you think?"

"I think so." Lin Yifeng replied quickly, "I have the worst plan for everything."

Tang Lin remained silent.Lin Yifeng's cigarette burned his fingers, and he was burned for a while, then put out the cigarette butt, tightened the coat on his body, and asked about other irrelevant things: "Have you always lived alone? No Marry a wife and have no children?"

"I'm not as old as you."

"That's not too young. Think about it, your youngest sister is already 30 years old." Lin Yifeng said, "The Tang family should have an heir for such a large family business."

"If I think about it, Tang Chu has been pregnant with my child several times now." Tang Ji put down the wine glass and rubbed his finger on the edge of the glass, "But I don't. Even if she is not my biological sister, we have no blood relationship at all. "

"So you consider yourself noble?"

"No, I never thought of it that way. I'm not some noble hypocrite. I've done a lot of bad things, killed a lot of people, and I've never felt innocent. I'm innocent."

"Then what is your attitude towards Tang Chu?"

"Why does it sound like you are interrogating me? Lin Yifeng, don't forget that you are with us, put away your tricks." Tang Lin turned the heel of his shoes and walked to the other side, " My attitude towards Tang Chu is very complicated, but that kind of air-like transparent and pure emotion has been completely buried in the past time. Just like the outside world, the air has become turbid, smelly, filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke .”

After he finished speaking, he let out a breath, as if relieved of a heavy burden, his soul suddenly became lighter.He stopped suddenly after taking two steps, and turned back to ask, "What about you? Lin Liu. Don't always talk about me, talk about you. What does your wife do?"

"She's just an ordinary university professor." Lin Yifeng replied. He lowered his eyes, raised his hand and put his arm into the sleeve of his coat, and walked towards Tang Lin.

"Yeah." Tang Lin spread his hands and turned around, his voice sounded like a sigh, "If only we were this ordinary."

Lin Yifeng put on his coat and fastened his belt.He saw a jeep driving out of the deep forest in the distance in the snowstorm outside, dragged a long rut and drove past under the platform, and then stopped at the entrance of the underground base. Constantine and another old man got out of the car .

"Who is that old man?" Lin Yifeng asked.

The old man wore a fur hat often seen on rustic Russian peasants, wrapped in a heavy old overcoat, with snowflakes on his shoulders.Tang Lin looked at it for a while before opening his mouth: "It's the keeper of the cemetery over there. It is estimated that the snow buried his house. Constantine picked him up to live here temporarily."

Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows, lowered his head to straighten his clothes, and said, "It seems that Mr. Constantine is indeed a kind, helpful person."

Tang Lin sneered and left the viewing platform: "The reason for his kindness to the cemetery is because of the tombstone with Molos' name written on it in the cemetery. Constantine needs someone to help him clean up the cemetery and those unwanted things. Withered flowers."

Constantine smiled and helped the old man into the elevator. The oncoming heating made the snow on the old man's body curl up into mist, and his breath also dissipated on the tip of his frozen red nose.Constantine looked happy and said, "It's too cold this year, so you'll be staying here temporarily. If you want anything to wear, just tell me. You are my guest, and the people here are very kind."

The old man had his hands folded, the fur hat on his head covered his ears, and his beard covered half of his face. He looked like a solid wooden stake that could not fall down.It was cold, the old man looked sideways at Constantine, and smiled indistinctly: "Thank you, dear Mr. Constantine. The weather is too cold. I am 75 years old, and I have never seen such a maniac in my life." The storm actually came in March."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of wine wrapped in cotton cloth from his arms, opened the bottle cap and took a small sip, a scent of vodka soon spread out in the elevator.The old man became happy after drinking, shook the bottle, and said in an old but not decadent voice: "Fortunately, I haven't been frozen, otherwise I will suffer from some this winter!"

The old man laughed to himself after he finished speaking, his beard flicked, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his mouth was empty, and his teeth had fallen out.Constantine lowered his eyebrows and smiled, he was always decent and polite, only the raised collar of his coat made him look a little indifferent.

"I'll take you back after this storm is over," Constantine said, watching the numbers in the elevator go up. "I'll have the cemetery shoveled and your house, and I'll send People went to repair it."

"When the snow is shoveled away, his tombstone won't have to be buried. Then you must send a bouquet of flowers and tell him that the spring of the world is coming." The old man put his hands in front of his stomach Buckskin coat, "He'll be delighted."

The indifference and coldness on Konstantin's body dissipated a little. He laughed softly, then raised his chin and exhaled long, and said, "I hope he will always live in spring. He must be as happy as you, Keeping a garden."

"Then wait for you in the garden."

"No," Constantine shook his head, but he didn't relax his smile. "He won't wait for me, and he won't remember me. When I go to see him after I'm dead, he won't be able to say my name."

The old man smiled without saying a word. When the elevator reached the floor, Constantine walked out and led the old man to the room prepared for him.Constantine returned to his bedroom after finishing his official duties. The overhead light automatically turned on. He changed his shoes in the hallway. Molos' virtual head appeared in front of the transparent screen, saying that he was welcome home.

Constantine lingered in front of the wine cabinet for a while, picked it up twice, took down a bottle of French Louis XIII red wine, and poured it into a wine glass.He didn't drink, swirling the wine to listen to the sound of it flowing, the room smelled of roses and wild pandan.

He walked up to Moros, the faint blue light of the avatar shone on his slightly humped nose bridge, and his skin was almost translucent.Constantine took a sip of wine, kissed the virtual Molos on the cheek, and said in a voice like wine: "What's my name?"

"Konstantin Ivanovich Ivanov." Moros replied quickly, and the file about Konstantin jumped out on the screen next to it, floating in mid-air like a cloud.

"Hmm." Constantine nodded, and swallowed another sip of the wine, as if he was savoring the fragrance of the flowers.He was clutching his trouser pockets, stepping on the soft carpet, suddenly unable to speak.The kiss just now was just his daily movements. Moros was just an artificial intelligence, a head made of highly dense light beams, and Constantine didn't touch anything.But he was used to it, as if it should be like this.

The room was unusually quiet. Constantine spent his days alone in such tranquility. The diffuse fragrance of flowers made it seem like a garden had bloomed.The Russian wiped his nose and said an irrelevant word: "Ten years."

"Molos is retrieving files for you, please wait a moment." The artificial intelligence's voice has never fluctuated, even if there are cadences, but after all, it lacks some warm emotion in it.

The screen changed, and tens of thousands of directories jumped out. Constantine took off his glasses and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and continued, "Dragon King."

All the directories disappeared, and the screen was blank. Moros reminded him: "The search result is empty, please enter the correct search entry."

"Trace search."

A few seconds later, a directory titled "Top Secret File: Dragon King" popped up on the blank screen.Constantine opened it, and it was empty, and Moros said that the document did not exist.The interface automatically jumps back, and Konstantin puts on his glasses again. He is highly myopic. After taking off his glasses, he has to get very close to see the content on the screen clearly. The light illuminates his eyes, and his eyebrows and hair are white.

"'Molos' system update information. Database update information."

Constantine raised his hand to select among the documents on the screen. He drank a glass of red wine slowly, and the glass hadn't bottomed out for a long time - he usually drank a glass of wine all night.The document stated several times Molos had been replaced and when the database was updated. Constantine compared them carefully. He even changed into his bathrobe and sat down on the sofa to check the information stored under each category in the database.

In the end, his eyes were sore from watching, and he covered his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa to rest his mind. It was already late at night, and the clock jumped to the hour with a click.Constantine lay down on the sofa with his forehead crossed, bent his legs, and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling: "No problem. Where did he hide?"

The sound was very soft, like the flame of a candle, which suddenly went out.After drinking the last sip of wine, the alcohol softened the nerves and made him feel dizzy, and he was about to fall asleep in the next second.His bathrobe slid down to his thighs, the storm was howling outside, but the room was full of fragrance and warmth like spring, staying here was like keeping spring.

Constantine put the wine glass aside, tilted his head, and half-squinted his eyes to look at Molos's face. The artificial intelligence's eyes looked wise and rational, and he could see the bottom at a glance.The lights dimmed, and a familiar warm breath fell on the back of his neck, causing all the cells in his body to stretch out.Constantine knew that he was dreaming. In the dream, everyone was still there, and they could call each other's names, and they had sex and love, and they communicated and communicated.

Sandie got out of the elevator, just in time to meet Bai Zhu who was going the same way, and Bai Zhu said that she just got off the ground and was dealing with some trivial family affairs in a secluded place.Sandie's expression has been gloomy for the past few days, but today the cloud on his face finally dissipated.

"Is there anything happy? Your happy expression is really rare, and it makes me look like a human." Bai Zhu laughed, and walked down the empty stairs with him.

"Some important things." Sanchao opened the leather bag and took out a stack of documents from it. "The revision of the same-sex marriage law has begun. It is a rare opportunity to amend it for many years. It is really a happy thing."

Bai Zhu put her clothes in her pockets, raised her cheeks, and it was obvious that she was smiling.She didn't comment, and reached out to take the three stacks of documents in her hand, looked them up and down a few times, and said, "When did it happen?"

"The news just came out this morning, and the media reported it. The channels for submitting opinions from all parties have been opened. As long as the number of people reaches the threshold, same-sex marriage will be put on the agenda." Sandie spoke a little fast, and Bai Zhu glanced at him several times , but Sandie didn't care, "I will try my best to make more people aware of this, and then encourage them to express their opinions. There was a revision of the law before, but it didn't work because there were not enough people. I can't repeat the same mistakes."

"You seem really excited, even I have a little interest in this. The times are really changing. When I was young, homosexuality was going to jail." Bai Zhu handed the document back to Sandie, "This is really It's a vibrant and good time, and I'm trying to accept these new ideas. You know, my family is very traditional, repressed, and there is no freedom. But I know that these stereotypes will be broken one day, and we can't just stand still .Someone taught me a lesson many years ago."

Sancha replaced the leather bag with a hand, and he even walked happily.Sandie looked at Bai Zhu's expression, but Bai Zhu laughed, lowered his head, touched his fingers, and said, "I know what you want to ask. I told you that as a bystander, I witnessed the destruction of a love. I still remember every detail until now. Sometimes I wonder, who did it wrong? I can’t figure it out. Until I experienced more people and things, I saw the progress and changes of the times with my own eyes. Only then did I realize that some things cannot be generalized, and the boundaries between good and evil are not as clear as you think."

She thought for a while, finally put down her folded hands, and continued: "But I am an old man from a traditional family after all. Some thoughts may take me a while to accept. I hope this time will not be too long. Please forgive me. Me. But I wish you and your sweetheart the best of luck for a long time, you are a wonderful young man and you deserve to be blessed."

Sandie smiled and said thank you, but his smile was much lighter than before, because he thought of Gu Zhou, but Bai Zhu didn't know this.He doesn't blame Bai Zhu, but when he thinks of those romantic pasts, he often feels sad.

"What are we going to do with the murderer who killed Guzhou?" Sandie asked, and he and Bai Zhu sat down opposite each other in the room, with their purses aside, "Do you still remember that poem written in Morse code? The next one is Me. I can't sit still."

"No." Bai Zhu shook her head this time. Her attitude was very firm, as if she had a plan in mind, "You can't kill him with the gun in your hand. How to legally kill him with clues is the question we have to think about. .Although I am a gangster, I have to abide by the rules. Do you know why I brought you here? Because here is a good place to find clues."

"I have collected a lot of information, which has been corroborated and reliable, but it is not enough to bring him down. I am looking for witnesses and information about the cross-border arrest team."

"Now is not the time to kill him. This storm came just in time, giving me enough reason to stay here. When the storm clears and the weather warms up, everything must be acted on. There is only one job for you, which is not to leave Spare no effort to collect evidence and incite public opinion, and prepare for the UN General Assembly in mid-April, I will provide you with strong support and guarantee. Also, I have first-hand information about the arrest team, but it takes a little time to extract it all Time. We'll have to wait."