Tears flowed from Matthew''s already dry eyes.
This farewell may be forever.
Thousands of words can''t be said except take care.
Sitting on the crater all year round, Matthew, who claims to have been tempered for thousands of years, quickly condensed his tears into ice on the back of his hand.
Looking at the familiar figure farther and farther away, Matthew felt palpitation and shortness of breath.
Wu Mian joined the queue and walked towards the cargo plane.
"Little martial uncle!" a car drove into the airport. Taoist Lin pressed the window and shouted.
Wu Mian frowned slightly and said to Chu Zhixi, "you go up first. It''s cold outside. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Taoist priest Lin, he came to say goodbye to you." Chu Zhixi smiled and waved at Taoist Lin''s BMW. Whether he saw it or not, he took eight people behind him to the cargo plane.
"Lao Lin, why are you running here in a hurry?" Wu Mian scolded impatiently when he saw Taoist Lin jump out of the car.
Taoist Lin put on his ear bag, jumped out of the car and said, "I''m going to listen to you and close the mountain, but master fan won''t do it."
Wu Mian frowned slightly.
"He heard that you were going to Tianhe and said he would come to see you off." Taoist Lin sighed and shrank in his army coat. "I said something wrong."
"What did you say?"
"I''m talking about letting the old man have a spirit in heaven and bless you to come back safely. It''s just that old man fan is... Haven''t you been used to it lately?" Taoist Lin said.
Wu Mian couldn''t laugh or cry and said, "what''s going on in this snowy day."
Taoist Lin and Wu Mian said hello. Seeing that the little martial uncle was not angry, he ran to the back door and opened the door.
At the end of autumn, it was funny to see fan Zhongzhi wearing thick clothes. But in the ice and snow, the thick clothes inside and outside look extraordinarily warm.
"Old man, why are you here?" Wu Mian went over and helped fan Zhongzhi together.
"No need." fan Zhongzhi shook off Taoist Lin and Wu Mian''s hands.
"Boy, I heard Taoist priest Lin say you''re going to Tianhe?" fan Zhongzhi asked.
"Well." Wu Mian nodded, "the whole country is supporting. I''ll go and see what I can do."
"I grabbed Taoist priest Lin and asked about the situation." fan Zhongzhi''s expression was very serious, with vertical and horizontal gullies on his face, and each fine line was full of stories.
"What did Lao Lin tell you?" asked Wu Mian.
"That''s right." fan Zhongzhi bent over and said with a smile, "it''s awkward every time I listen to you. You''ll listen to me outside."
"I''m really not in the mood to be polite." Wu Mian said, "old man, I''m not at home. Take care and go back quickly. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"It''s not so delicate," said fan Zhongzhi. "This wind can''t be compared with before. I heard Taoist Lin say that the situation on that side is very serious."
"It''s OK." Wu Mian didn''t want the old man to worry. He smiled and said, "it''s a little heavier than the usual flu."
"Nonsense." fan Zhongzhi scolded, "I was a secretary in 2003. I don''t know what it was like then? Do you think I''m old and confused?!"
"Hey, it seems that the treatment effect is good." Wu Mian smiled.
Fan Zhongzhi was stunned for a moment and smiled, "boy, don''t try to deceive me. I carried a gun when I was young and walked over in a sea of blood. You''re so careful and want to hide it from me. Bullshit."
"Oh?" Wu Mian became interested and asked, "old man, tell me what you see."
"I know without Taoist priest Lin," said fan Zhongzhi. "It was very serious in 2003. I remember that the fever clinic was opened at that time."
"Yes." Wu Mian nodded.
"In that case, the state didn''t say to seal the city." fan Zhongzhi said, "now? Dr. Zhong has just confirmed that he will directly seal a big city with tens of millions of people in a few days. You tell my old party secretary that it''s all right?"
Wu Mian tilted his head slightly and looked at fan Zhongzhi curiously.
Maybe it''s really the old man killed in the sea of blood. He has a keen sense of smell for dangerous machines, so he''s right.
"There are 82 families in our village. I''ve been a Secretary for more than 50 years. It''s no exaggeration to say that I must be highly respected." fan Zhongzhi said, "usually I see who''s a donkey. Pick up a stick and beat it. Which boy dares to fight back?"
"Hey, you''re right, old man." Wu Mian smiled.
"But I said to seal up the village, half of the people had to come to my house. If a village was sealed up, it would be troublesome for many people." fan Zhongzhi said, "if it weren''t for the most dangerous time, how could the state directly seal up a city."
“……”
"There are so many people here. It''s a big deal to eat, drink and Lazar every day. I can''t think of the consequences if I''m not careful."
Wu Mian was silent.
What Fan Zhongzhi said is reasonable.
In theory, we all know the methods to deal with infectious diseases, including closure, isolation and treatment. But the deepest thing is the people''s heart. Just isolation? make fun of.
For so many years, Wu Mian has seen all kinds of people. It''s really not an order that can be banned.
Let alone reality, even in games, ordinary people can only draw a. But when it comes to exaggeration, it seems like a master of micro manipulation.
"Boy, I heard the army went up?"
"The military doctor''s thirty children will arrive in the evening." Wu Mian corrected fan Zhongzhi''s mistake.
"I know it''s not a war. It''s no use going up to so many soldiers. Are you waiting to be infected? You have to be a doctor," said fan Zhongzhi. "I know you''re ready to die in Tianhe, so I''ll see you off."
"..." Taoist Lin frowned.
This is too direct and unlucky.
"Get ready and hope to come back alive," Wu Mian said.
"Your clothes are good. Which army?"
"Secret forces," Wu Mian said seriously.
"Then I won''t ask," said fan Zhongzhi. "I''ll give you a ride and then go back to the village."
"What are you doing back?"
"If the city needs to be closed, it is estimated that there are a lot of scattered patients in the country. Those boys have no hair on their lips and can''t do things well. They have to come forward from the old party secretary at the critical time." fan Zhongzhi said, "while I can still move, go back and give full play to the waste heat."
Wu Mian glanced at the time, stood at attention and saluted.
Fan Zhongzhi''s bent waist straightened up slowly and saluted seriously.
A military ceremony that spans decades.
Wu Mian narrowed her eyes and turned away.
"Old man..." Taoist Lin wanted to help fan Zhongzhi back to the bus.
But fan Zhongzhi put his hand down, but opened his military coat.
Taoist Lin watched fan Zhongzhi take out the bugle that had been hidden close to him.
No matter how cold it is, the bugle is always hot.
As like as two peas of snow, the same snowstorm, the same bugle, even the young figure striding toward the cargo plane seems to be exactly the same as the snow night of decades ago.
In those days, despite overwhelming artillery fire,
Now, in the battlefield where there is no smoke of gunpowder, the dangerous places are not weak at all.
Fan Zhongzhi held the bugle in his right hand. He was dozens of years younger and returned to the battlefield.
heavy snow
charge
horn
Dream back to Lianying.
Didi dada ~ dada dada~~
Didi dada ~ dada dada~~
Didi dada ~ dada dada~~
The bugle is loud and clear, and the snowy bayonet cuts through the endless twilight.
Seventy years of baptism
Bugle sound,
Still ringing through the sky.