"Lu, at your age, few people can look at a special history so calmly." Rabe played in Nanjing 1937, the German Schmidt von Messerschmidt told me in German. Said.
I smiled. The German rejected the nomination for best actor because he could not accept himself as the protagonist of a Holocaust film and was nominated for an Oscar. I have to make me feel good about him, although on the other hand I think he is very dull.
"What special history, in my eyes, no matter what kind of ism, the ordinary proletariat cannot become the ruling class, because they have no money, no social status, and they can do nothing except revolution." I squinted at the meeting place. Reporters from outside: "Mr. Schmidt, are you right?"
"It's a bit extreme, but it's not wrong, Mr. Lu, your words are always so sharp."
"Thank you, I will say this, and it is entirely because in these years, I have seen too much injustice and unjust freedom, democracy and conscience, which still exist only in the "range" of the powerful nuclear bombs and the combat of aircraft. Within a radius." Looking at the reporters and movie fans on both sides of the road, I sighed helplessly.
Speaking of this, Schmidt has been surrounded by his hometown compatriots. As the leading actor in the film of the biggest winner of this year, he unexpectedly rejected the nomination. This is the big news in the big news. Everyone is excited to see. Very, I just threw the poor German to his compatriots unscrupulously, and then took the two girls to get into the car.
"Master, someone wants to see you." Wei stood outside the car door, the little guy looked at me when she opened the door and said.
"Seeing the person, who is the other party." Long, who was about to get into the car, stopped.
"A girl, she looks about the same age as the master." Only one glance at me replied.
"Isn't it an acquaintance?" I asked, and at the same time I thought I didn't have any confidantes in the United States.
"No, there is no her name in the surname list, but she said her name is Lin Wenqin, and she said you would know it."
"Yes, I know where she is, take me there." I raised my eyebrows and thought to myself that this was finally uninvited, how could it be her.
With such doubts, in the coffee shop across the street, I saw Lin Wenqin, beside her there was a middle-aged man sitting.
Dika sat in front of the two of them. This little guy had a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his ears were covered with big black round earphones. A link line came out of his collar. There is a cello box on the back of the chair next to the guy. If you look at it roughly, you might think it is a little Zhengtai who is playing music.
It’s a person like me who knows the basics and knows that there are an assault rifle, two drums with 180 rounds of high-energy armor-piercing ammunition in the child’s cello box, and two small extinction grenades. Just one is enough to make the entire Roosevelt Hotel, like the Twin Towers, a permanent pain in the hearts of all Americans in the 21st century.
As for Lin Wenqin who hasn’t seen her for so many years, she hasn’t changed at all. If she insists on saying changes, it’s probably because the former little beauty has now become a big beauty. There are some limitations.
"Okay, Lin Wenqin, why did you think of my old classmate?" Sitting opposite her, I asked with a dry smile.
"It's not a big deal, I just want to see the person above that I want to clean up." Lin Wenqin looked at me with a peaceful face, and didn't pay attention to the only person who was about to draw a gun.
"Okay, let's talk about it, why did you come to see me? You know, time is the money." I sighed in a very goblin tone, thinking that if you really wanted to do it, you might have long since In the morgue of the local hospital, I was waiting for domestic comrades to come over to stamp you with the national flag.
"The action was cancelled. It happened ten hours ago." Lin Wenqin looked at me and said impatiently: "Before this, two of our comrades disappeared while trying to approach you. Can you explain where they went. "
"Uh Wei, Dika, can any of you explain it?" I wonder if there is such a thing, why I don't know.
"The first guy entered the building opposite the hotel with a Medieval sniper rifle 21 hours ago. He seems to want to disadvantage you, so he is now working with a large trash can and 600 pounds of cement. Sinking under Pier No. 2 of the San Francisco Bridge.” Dika replied without looking up while eating the ice cream in front of him: “The second guy’s words are very simple. He looked outside the hotel with a single telescope. It took about four hours on the 13th floor, so I left him in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. By the way, this is the address of the factory. If there is no homeless man who wants to see money, it is estimated that he is still doing it with the smelly socks in his mouth. I'm fighting."
"Thank you, little brother. Since there is no misunderstanding, I will take a step ahead." Lin Wenqin stood up without being surprised. She took out one hundred dollars from her pocket and put it on the table: "This ice cream is considered a sister. Please, the two little brothers can't decline."
Looking at this Lin Wenqin, who had a temper completely different from the previous one, I had a feeling as if she had passed away. I still remember that she used to be superior to ordinary children like us because of the wealth of her family.
"Wait, can't we talk again." I looked at her at the table.
"What to talk about, what else can I talk about with you." Looking at the middle-aged man, Lin Wenqin sat down again after the middle-aged man left the coffee shop.
"Why do you come to do field work? I remember when you were from a very unusual family situation when you were young, why did you come out to do this kind of work that would drop your head at any time." I took a sip from the coffee cup, and sometimes double records are really a burden. .
"Didn't some people say that some things in this world have to be done by someone." Lin Wenqin froze for a moment, then covered his mouth and laughed: "You, a great writer, don't have a good memory of "sex"."
"There is no great writer. Don't worship me. At best, I'm just an ordinary person who can play with words." I scratched my head: "Remember what happened when I was young."
"You still hated me when you were a kid, right."
"Well, from the perspective of a younger brother, I wish you would die." I looked at Lin Wenqin: "But now from the perspective of a countryman, I now hope you will live forever, and you have to Live well."
"Don't say this. The only friends we have sent here are me and I have been exposed. It is estimated that the order to return to China will come soon." Lin Wenqin said here and looked at me. : "Do you want to know how it feels when I receive the order and find that the target is you."
"Are you thinking that you can finally avenge that one arrow?"
"Yeah, but I also don't understand why you have to die but the order is the order, so Zhao Xuejun, the guy who is still on the second bridge pier, was chosen to perform this task."