Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 171

Fu Yangxia sat under the window in the middle of the night, he heard the wind getting louder outside, and he also predicted that the cold brought by the wind would wither his garden, even though a camellia had just bloomed a few days ago.Camellia can't resist the ultra-low temperature cold wave, and the city of Beijing will be covered by another heavy snow, which may last until the end of April.

In the living room on the first floor of the villa, several chandeliers and wall lamps were lit up, scattered like stars staying here.The concave roof, the sculptural columns, and the spiral staircase are all painted a thin layer of champagne.No one at home, very quiet.

Silent news was broadcast on the central screen. Fu Yangxia sat on the sofa, propped his knees, and raised his eyes to watch the news.He rubbed the edge of the phone in his hand, the expression on his face was ordinary and flat, but his red eyes and the tears in them betrayed him.

The phone showed that it was dialing, but no one would answer the call. Fu Yangxia didn't hang up until the system reminded him that no one answered, and the screen turned on and off.He looked at the time. It should be the time when Madam returns home. She will walk into the porch and hall with the warm sea breeze from the southern hemisphere, take off her hat and put it aside as before, and then complain about Beijing's Why is it so cold.

The news repeatedly broadcast the video shot at the scene. Fu Yangxia watched quietly, and the airport building collapsed in an instant in the explosion.He paused the screen and checked the time. The moment the explosion started was just one second after the lady hung up the phone.

There is no sound in the whole villa, the light is dim, and the panel in the northeast corner is hung with Japanese ukiyo-e, which is said to be the work of the Asuka era, and the woman in the red kimono is only half illuminated.The living room presents the style of Adam-style architecture, with a large wall mirror covering the wall, which is simple, classic and exquisite.Fu Yangxia closed his eyes, and when he didn't realize it, tears suddenly rolled down his face. His expression was still calm, only his lips moved slightly, and then he let out a heavy sigh.

Propping the bridge of his nose, he wore a ring on his ring finger, which was shining under the lamp.The wind outside was blowing against the trees one after another, and the garden was in chaos.The weather forecast reminds that due to the extreme low temperature in Siberia, North China will usher in another big drop in temperature.

"Sir." The old butler came out from behind the partition with a plate, and his shadow was reflected on the relief wall, overlapping with the shadow of the Sevres porcelain, "Hasn't Madam come back yet? It's getting late. The weather is getting worse It's getting worse and worse, and it won't work if it goes on like this."

Seeing him coming, Fu Yangxia turned off the screen, and the light dimmed a lot. Such a night is suitable for drowsiness, and he can sleep until dawn.He blinked twice, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes quietly, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, maybe she will come back tomorrow."

The old butler put down the fruit plate, and there were some fresh fruits in it. It is not easy to eat fresh fruits in this season.Fu Yangxia saw a few oranges, they were ripe, they smelled sweet, and their skins were so bright that they were about to burn.

"There are still oranges in production now?" Fu Yangxia lit a cigar, and the smoke was shining, like a miracle, "I remember that the orchard posted a notice a few days ago, saying that the low temperature affected the production of oranges, and the price doubled more than."

"This is the last batch of oranges in the orchard, followed by a long period of ultra-low temperature. In order to reduce losses, they decided to close the orchard, because maintaining a constant temperature in the orchard is not an easy task. The Academy of Sciences has researched more cold-resistant tree species, and the future is bright .”

After the housekeeper finished speaking, he heard Fu Yangxia laughing. He held the cigar between his fingers, and the smoke rolled out of his mouth before it blew out. The taste was as soft and rich as silk.He raised his hand and gestured for the butler to sit down: "Let's talk while you have free time, it will be warmer."

The butler sat down on the small armchair next to him. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes that he usually wore at work, his hair was combed back, and he wore small glasses. The wrinkles on his face made him look shrewd and kind.The people around Fu Yangxia are all elegant, knowledgeable and educated.

"Mister seems to go to bed very late every night. I guess you must have been awake all night during the time you lived in the office." The housekeeper laughed. He spoke with Fu Yangxia very easily, as if they were old friends.

"I dream when I fall asleep, it's a nightmare, and I wake up every time." Fu Yangxia said, his face was hidden in the intertwined light and dark, and he looked hazy, "I don't like to sleep as time goes by. I know that No, but... what can I do?"

"Nightmares come from the shadows in the heart. Depressed emotions always make people uneasy. You have to think of some happy things from time to time to make your dreams bright and beautiful. God likes happy people." The housekeeper said.

Fu Yangxia glanced at him, reached out and dropped all the ashes from the cigar into the glass jar, and asked, "Do you believe in religion?"

The butler shook his head, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "No, I don't believe in religion. My wife is a believer. She takes me to a church in the suburbs every weekend. But I don't go into the church gate, I just sit outside Read the newspaper in the coffee shop and wait for her to come out."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his watch, smiled, and was a little worried: "Tomorrow is the weekend, and she will definitely take me there again. My daughter said that her plane will land tomorrow afternoon. She just came back from London, and I hope nothing will happen. Things are going well."

"Nothing will happen." Fu Yangxia replied quickly, he squinted his eyes to see that the cigar was getting shorter and shorter, "How can anyone be so unfortunate, you are so happy, God must like you very much."

The two old men laughed, and the butler's face was filled with a strange brilliance, as if he was ten years younger.After a while, the housekeeper asked about Fu Zhong: "The young master hasn't been home for a long time, is he okay?"

Fu Yangxia was silent for a while, then moved an orange in front of him with his fingers, and drew a circle around the center, calmly: "...he is fine. He will go home after a while, won't It's been too long. When the weather warms up, he will go home."

Everyone is waiting for the storm to pass, for the weather to warm up, for spring to come.It seems that only in this way can we see hope, just like human beings who trek thousands of miles in the dark, always feel that they can see the light if they persist for a while.Maybe that moment is 1000 years.

The butler noticed Fu Yangxia's habit of playing with oranges, and took advantage of the night to ask one more question: "I heard that you like oranges, but you never eat them. What's the reason?"

Fu Yangxia's fingers stopped, and he leaned back on the sofa covered with blue gold brocade, smoking a cigar and looking like he had nothing to do with it, but his tone was full of affection: "Some people like to eat oranges, I always remember , Remembered for many years. I haven't seen him for a long time."

"That old friend who loves oranges?"

"Yes. It's all about things from the past, including my nightmares, which are also related to this. I also had happy days, and I also lived in a paradise. It's just that those times of being spotless are all gone. Times have changed and we're all getting old."

"That was really an unforgettable past." The butler said, "People who can still remember the habits of old friends after many years must have used deep affection. I am very envious of your friend."

Fu Yangxia was still looking at somewhere in the room, he didn't look at the butler, his eyes were not limited to the present.The wind beat on the window behind him, and he felt alone, the past, his wife, all leaving and never coming back.

"Everyone has left." Fu Yangxia said suddenly, he brought the cigar to his mouth, and then put it down again, tears wet his eyes, "Even if I love you deeply, they are all leaving me .”

The butler heard Fu Yangxia's voice trembling, it was a kind of desperately trying to keep calm, but finally a trace of helpless trembling leaked out.The butler folded his dry hands, lowered his eyes and said: "Schopenhauer believes that everything is passing away endlessly, and time is constantly falling apart. We have to get used to separation, just like I know that my wife will die one day, and my wife will die one day. My daughter will marry, and I will eventually die. I know the ending, so I cherish every day when these people are still around. Wait until the second before I am buried, I can still tell myself, I remember them, they came Live my life."

"What if you made a mistake before?"

"Then admit your mistakes, take your sincerity, and admit your mistakes to the person you hurt. Time will dilute the hatred, and kind people will definitely choose to forgive. Hurry up, the years are very long, and there is a lifetime to redeem and ask forgive."

The butler has a gentle smile and looks like a priest who always knows a lot.Fu Yangxia looked into the housekeeper's eyes, he probably didn't expect that this usually silent old man would speak every word from his heart.

"Then what if the other party is already dead?"

"That's such a pity." The steward frowned, paused and continued, "Can't the Time Bureau send people back to the past? Maybe they have a way. There are always more ways than difficulties."

They were talking and laughing, and suddenly there was the roar of planes outside, from far to near, and finally passing over the roof, it sounded more than one.Fu Yangxia didn't look back, he was very familiar with the voice: "The army is mobilizing, these planes are going to Bohai Bay."

"The outside world is getting more and more uneven. I only saw the fleet in Bohai Bay conducting exercises on the news a few days ago. The battle was really terrible. I think you are the one who knows best about this."

Fu Yangxia smiled and said nothing, he can't say more, because it involves confidentiality.He finished his cigar slowly, and then said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "I'm going to be on those planes after a while. There's always a day like that."

The butler thought that he was going to the front line to command operations, so he had to make him pay attention to safety.When the tea was cold, the butler looked at the time and said, "Madam, can I arrive tonight? The driver I sent has been waiting at the airport. Maybe they are already complaining."

"The storm has affected the voyage, and there may be a long delay." Fu Yangxia said lightly, he did not tell the truth, as if in his mouth, the wife of the Fu family will be back tomorrow, "Call the driver back, tomorrow I will go to the airport in person Pick her up. You go home and rest as usual on weekends."

The butler did so, and when he put down the microphone, he saw Fu Yangxia stand up and walk around to the French window, with his trouser pockets in his pockets and his waistcoat pinched.After the butler bid farewell politely, he left the living room. Fu Yangxia stood in front of the window, watching a camellia being blown down by the wind.

He was crying, quietly, with tears streaming down his face.When was the last time he was so sad? He still remembered that it happened in the 90s and [-]s, and it was heart-wrenching.

"Murder, it must be murder." Fu Yangxia said, he wiped off the water stains on his face, his voice was out of tune, "Revenge, living in an endless nightmare."

Chen Wei woke up to the sound of ticking water, and there was a faint light in front of his eyes. This light came from a piece of candle, and the air was filled with the fragrance of dry grass and trees.He opened his eyes suddenly, and reached for the gun with his hand on his hip, but found it was empty.The clothes on his body were not the uniform of the executive department, but the thin blue denim shirts that the elderly often wear, and the trousers were also changed.

He had a splitting headache and couldn't use his strength.Looking around with a little light, it is a small cave, the walls of which are potholed but clean.There is a candlestick hanging on the right, the first candle on it is burning quietly, and the rest is silent.

The gurgling water came in from the outside, not far away, so it should be right below.Chen Wei touched the stone slab under his body, even if it was covered with several layers of Oxford cloth, it was not too soft, and it looked quite sloppy.He clenched his fist and slammed it on the stone slab, as if venting his emotions.

The hands and feet were not bound, and the rest were not bound. It was not like being imprisoned or kidnapped, and there was no one else in the cave.Chen Wei took a breath and turned to look at the side. He Luan was lying quietly on his back with his hands folded, still in a deep sleep.

Chen Wei raised his exhausted hand with difficulty, and touched He Luan's cheek with his fingers.He still remembered the day when the disaster struck, He Luan's face was covered with blood oozing out.At this time, He Luan's face was clean, his nose was erect, and there was no sadness or joy in his expression.

He fell asleep as usual, on a sunny day full of hope, without trivial worries, external pressure, and life and death, completely relaxed, with no distractions.Chen Wei stared at him for a long time, always thinking that he would open his eyes in the next second, but he didn't.Chen Wei remembered the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty. Although it was a little inappropriate to compare He Luan to a beauty, Chen Wei just felt that, as long as he kissed him on the forehead, he could wake up.

The body is slowly regaining strength, Chen Wei breathes the lingering fragrance of plants and trees in the cave, as if in a garden under the breeze, or by a river soaked in water vapor.This fragrance seems to have an indescribable power, which can make people feel younger, full of vitality and vitality.

Chen Wei waited patiently for a while, his keen senses detected all the tiny movements around him, his right eye was blind, and when he opened it was just an empty black hole, the blindfold was taken off.When the strength of the body was almost recovered, there was still no third person.

He propped himself up, his back was aching, he didn't know how long he had been lying here, who transported them here, and then disappeared.Chen Wei moved his leg, and suddenly it started to go numb, making it difficult to move.He stopped, waiting for the numbness to go away.

"What kind of broken place is this?" Chen Wei asked himself, of course he couldn't answer this question himself.He looked around, it was dry and the temperature was comfortable, the stone slab was used as a bed, and three steps away was a square table piled with small things, and several iron boxes with painted badges were stacked next to it.

The canvas cotton under his body was brown-green. Chen Wei touched it, turned over a corner to have a look, and judged that it was a fabric commonly used in the army, including camp beds and camp tents.There are iron nails on the walls, and maps should have been hung, but at this time they are all bare.

Chen Wei preliminarily concluded that this was a place where a certain army had been stationed, and perhaps the marching route had been discussed here.The oxford cloth was quite old, covered with a layer of dust, it looked like it had just been dug out of a grave, and it was placed under Chen Wei's buttocks.

He didn't continue to think about it, the numbness in his legs eased a bit, and he was able to move his lower body at least.Chen Wei pinched his waist, lifted the hem of the old faded and white denim shirt, and saw that the waist was wrapped with a piece of cotton cloth, and the wound was also stitched.According to the healing status, at least three or four days have passed. Chen Wei touched the wound with his hand. He didn't expect that he slept for so long. He thought it was just a few hours.

"What did I go through?" Chen Wei asked softly, his voice did not echo, he looked back at He Luan, "Who saved us?"

He Luan didn't open his eyes, and didn't answer him, Chen Wei knew that no one would give him an answer.Chen Wei lowered his body, moved closer, and leaned on He Luan's shoulder.He checked He Luan's body and found no fatal injuries.After resting his mind, he put his eyes on He Luan's stretched eyebrows, and gently touched his skin with his fingers, feeling the warmth that a living person should have.

Chen Wei quietly put his hand on the position of He Luan's heart, and he could feel the ups and downs of the heartbeat in the palm of his hand, although it was very weak.He put his ear on He Luan's chest and listened intently to the heartbeat. There was absolute silence during that time, and his ears were filled with the sound of a steady and slow heartbeat.

He felt at peace, and that they were lucky to be alive.Chen Wei exhaled lightly, leaned on He Luan's slightly thin chest, closed his eyes and smiled lightly.He raised his body, stared at He Luan's prominent lips for a while, and then pressed them to kiss.Even for the kiss after a narrow escape, Chen Wei kept his strength very light and soft, as if separated by a layer of veil, or just shining in the sunlight at four o'clock in the afternoon in the church.

This kiss did not wake up He Luan, which was different from the fairy tale.Chen Wei was a little depressed, he thought he was that prince with the "kiss of true love".But he quickly put these behind him, and He Luan may not wake up until a while later.

The guns and some leftover ammunition were piled on the table to dry.Chen Wei took the dry combat uniform trousers from the other side of the pier and changed them on. He tied up his leather boots and stood in front of the table to adjust the gun. It was still usable. He stuck the pistol on the belt around his waist.Four plates of hydrogen bombs, two bags of pressure bombs, and two boxes of chemical stinger bombs are all for two people, neatly stacked.The blindfold was also washed and put aside, Chen Wei tied it up, and raised his hair to cover the rope of the blindfold.

He found the exit of the cave, guarded by a black iron door, with an iron lock and a key on the ground.The door was unlocked, and Chen Wei leaned against the wall, carefully pushed open the iron door, and used an infrared device to detect the outside situation, but no humans or other creatures were detected.

Temporarily confirming safety, Chen Wei locked the door from the inside, opened the ventilation hole in the corner, and picked up the iron lock and key.He noticed that the candles on the candlesticks had unusually clean bases and no candle oil, which was unusual.The light herbal aroma also comes from this.

Chen Wei felt that there was something wrong with it, so he remembered the doubt and went back to the table.

Next to the ammunition was a large folded piece of kraft paper. When Chen Wei unfolded it, it turned out to be a detailed map of the entire Gang Rinpoche area.He hung the map on a nail and looked at it for a while, crossing his arms. Two places were marked, with a red arrow in the middle.One point is where they are now, and the other point is the center of a basin in the hinterland of Kailash Rinpoche, which is the location of Heita.

Chen Wei gestured with his fingers, and the distance between the two places was about ten kilometers.The route is also marked with a red line on the map, and some areas pass directly through the mountain, indicating that this red line guides the underground route.

He tapped his forehead to think, expressionless, and his eyes stayed on the map for a long time.He found the location of the Yuzui Pass, roughly estimated the distance, and found that he was moved by about two kilometers.Chen Wei pursed his lips and remained silent, squatting down to check a few tin boxes.

The light from the candle was not bright enough, so Chen Wei turned on the tactical flashlight, and the aperture illuminated the paint on the tin box, with a red background and a white center, with a black "Swastika" in the middle.Chen Wei cursed shit in a low voice, this is clearly a Nazi symbol, who is playing such a prank?

But soon he discovered that this was not a prank, but all the boxes piled up here were indeed Nazi relics.Those mottled bullet holes, rusted base plates, and logos and dates engraved on the case seals are enough to prove that these things existed during World War II.

In 1943, the German army secretly entered Tibet, went deep into Mount Kailash, found the "world axis", and disappeared mysteriously seven years later.

Chen Wei once learned about this secret history from Teacher Jiangqu, and he thought it was nonsense at the time.Chen Wei looked at the cave, and there was ancient everywhere, old Oxford cloth on the stone slab, and nails on the wall.If it weren't for the fact that the map was written in Chinese, and the old denim shirt he was wearing full of civilian style gave him a little comfort, he would almost have thought that a German officer in a black cloth military uniform would walk in outside, talking about what to do next. One step battle plan.

The German army did come here, and the hidden history is not nonsense.What is their purpose of going deep into Mount Kailash?This is a no-man's land in Tibet. It is desolate and barbaric. There are even [-] million-year-old stones on the plateau. This will not be a good place.

There are a lot of questions that need to be solved, but no one can give him the answer now, he has to find it himself.Chen Wei temporarily put aside his thoughts, opened the boxes one by one, and found that they were full of marching necessities - fresh water, tea, cocoa, butter, sugar, specially processed meat, eggs, and a few packs of compressed food, enough to sustain the two of them Nutritional needs for half a month.One of the boxes was full of medicines, all new, unopened, and not expired, and an instruction manual was attached.

The three largest boxes contained weapons, well-stocked with ammunition, including a light automatic rifle like the Uzi, a heavy machine gun, and a sniper rifle.The models are a bit old, which means that these firearms have not been updated in time, but this does not affect it.

Tin boxes from World War II, sufficient food and weapons, the route is even marked on the map, and the wounds on the body have all been properly treated; a denim shirt belonging to another person, a combat uniform that is in good condition, and a candle that will not shed tears .

Chen Wei sat on these boxes and thought for a long time. He was thinking about many issues, and some things really needed to be thought about carefully.It wasn't until the wound on his waist started to hurt that he stood up, took out the instruction manual from the medicine box, and began to study it.