There was a lot of noise in the small room of ten square meters late at night, crying here and there, coaxing here, coaxing there, Qi Yi was coaxing tomorrow night Cheng, and was busy apologizing to Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan for a long time.
Qing Huan covered Nan Yang's ears thoughtfully, preventing those voices from waking her up. No matter how long it was noisy in the house, she kept covering her ears for as long as her hands were sore.
After some tossing, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night. A few people were tired of crying, and they were tired of coaxing. Everyone said good night to each other and began to prepare to end this tiring day with sleep.
Tomorrow night, Cheng suddenly thought of something, and buzzed in a hoarse voice that had just finished crying: "The puzzle said to hear the sound of the chainsaw at half past six, but we don't have an alarm clock, what should I do if I can't get up at six?"
Qing Huan patted the shoulder of the sleeping woman in her arms, "Don't worry, the alarm clock is here."
Tomorrow night, Cheng remembered that there was still Nanyang, an extremely self-disciplined god, and he was relieved.
Going to bed at ten o'clock in the evening and waking up at six in the morning is the routine that Nanyang has maintained for three thousand years. But even if she sleeps late, her body will habitually wake up at six o'clock, and then her brain will quickly determine whether to stay in bed today.
The room slowly became quiet, and several people fell asleep one after another.
It was a long and winding day, apparently only a few hours in the back room, as if centuries had passed.
Silent all night.
Everyone slept deeper and deeper, and no one seemed to realize that they could only sleep for four hours.
The various seats in the four corners of the house also entered a dormant state, and the staff should also go to rest.
Until five fifty-nine in the morning.
Nanyang's eyelashes moved slightly, and the soft eyelashes gently scratched Qinghuan's profile.
Five fifty-nine minutes and fifty seconds.
Her fingers resting on Qinghuan's waist were curled up.
5:59:59.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
It's exactly six o'clock.
A pair of light brown eyes slowly opened, and the eyes were filled with laziness and Qingming.
It's time.
Nanyang remembered the task on the puzzle yesterday, so even though her sleep was far from her usual standard, she let herself into a state of wakefulness. She hugged Qinghuan who was still sleeping in the dark, glanced at the corner of the room, and after confirming that none of the cameras were working, she gently kissed the top of Qinghuan's hair.
She slowly and carefully got up from her crowded sleeping bag, thinking about whether to wake them up or turn on the lights first.
Suddenly, she noticed something strange.
Her ears and eyesight are excellent, and she can easily tell whether a person is awake or asleep. In this room, there is obviously another person who is awake just like her.
Wake up, but make no sound or move.
Nanyang instantly became vigilant and poured his inner strength into his eyes to inspect the surroundings. When she saw Bai Jinqiu with his eyes open in the corner, she was stunned. Only then did the tight pores slowly open, and he let out a sigh of relief.
She thinks too much. This is modern society, not the ancient rivers and lakes. How can there be so many thieves with ulterior motives and want to harm people.
Bai Jinqiu was very quiet, sitting upright, his eyes fixed on Cen Ziyan's face, who was still curled up in a ball in his sleep, with undisguised gloom in his eyes.
She shouldn't have just woken up, she hadn't slept all night.
He didn't sleep all night, just stared at Cen Ziyan, like an executioner guarding a prisoner, suppressing Ling Chi's desire for each other every second.
Nanyang is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in business affairs. She pretended not to see it, crawled out of her sleeping bag, stepped over the woman who was sleeping on the ground, and walked to the door to turn on the light.
"his..."
"Oh my god."
"how… "
The moment the lights came on, there was a sound of dissatisfaction on the ground.
Nanyang stood at the door with his hands behind his back, and said expressionlessly, "Get up."
Qi Yi covered his eyes, and his voice was still sleepy: "Boss Nan, you... You are absolutely amazing, you are really an alarm clock!"
Tomorrow night, Cheng lifted the sleeping bag over his body, digged his head hard, and cried out, "I don't want to get up, woo woo..."
Bai Jinqiu stretched out his hand the moment the light was on, covering Cen Ziyan's eyes, preventing Cen Ziyan from being flashed by the sudden light.
Qing Huan woke up hazy, probably hadn't gotten out of her dream, and murmured with half-dazed eyes: "The pot is burning, go to the kitchen, the gas is about to explode..."
Qi Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What bomb? Your wife bombed us."
Nanyang walked to Qinghuan's side, and Qinghuan slept in the innermost place. She walked over and stepped over several people with her feet raised very high, like an indifferent and noble crane, walking through a group of bantam chickens with slender legs.
When she walked to Qinghuan's side, she squatted down and hugged Qinghuan to help her sit up.
"It's six o'clock?" Qing Huan squinted her charming eyes and looked at Nanyang.
Nanyang hummed, raised his hand and helped her straighten her long curly hair.
People who just woke up always have a lot of complaints, or need to ease for a while, and it will be twenty minutes after several people in the room are completely awake and regain their senses.
Cen Ziyan looked at the time on her MP4 and said softly, "It's half past six in nine minutes."
Everyone sat down in a circle like they were playing puzzles yesterday. The sleeping bags were piled up in the corner, and in the middle was the puzzle that had been removed and moved around, waiting quietly for the sound of the chainsaw at 6:30. .
After waiting for a break, Qi Yi offered to ask, "If everyone is bored, why don't I tell you a story..."
Tomorrow night Cheng: "Don't, don't, don't!"
Cen Ziyan: "Mr. Qi, don't..."
Qing Huan: "Xiao Yi, shut up."
Bai Jinqiu: "...No need."
Nanyang: "..."
If Qi Yi told another ghost story about the horror of a chainsaw, when he talked about the rise, and it coincided with the butcher's mighty operation with the chainsaw at 6:30, which heart could bear it
Qi Yi pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and laughed: "Oh, I'm not only telling ghost stories."
Cen Ziyan glanced at the MP4 again and reminded, "There are still two minutes."
Tomorrow night, Cheng turned May 3 upside down, found a blank page in the following pages, grabbed a gel pen, and prepared to record.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps as heavy as yesterday came, accompanied by the whistling of the chainsaw, and came to the iron gate. After a brief pause, the chainsaw began to touch the iron gate.
This time, different from the messy sound of yesterday, the sound of the chainsaw touching was long and short, paused and continuous, which obviously contained some kind of regularity. But what the law is, several people are confused and don't know why.
Tomorrow night, Cheng will hold the pen dryly, not knowing what to write down.
Nanyang glanced at her, took the pen from her hand, opened his notebook, turned to a new page, and started to record.
The butcher outside the door seemed to be afraid that they might have missed it, and saw the same paragraph three times in a row, and the people inside the door felt numb for him just listening to it.
"Morse code."
After Nanyang finished writing, he briefly spit out five words, then tore off the page and flicked it onto the floor among the six people with his fingers.
The thin piece of paper took advantage of the force she sent over, and rotated a few times in the center before slowly stopping.
I saw a crooked but very clear paragraph on the paper:
[・・・/・・——/—・・/—…]
Below each piece of code is neatly corresponding to a number, which are:
[5/2/6/7]
The other five people looked at Nanyang with different eyes.
"This is..." Ming Wancheng looked at the piece of paper that had already solved the puzzle, confused, "... Already, finished?"
Qing Huan stared blankly at the piece of paper, "So this is Morse code, I've never seen it before..."
"Boss Nan," Qi Yi stared at Nan Yang in a daze, "what on earth do you Mei Shi do? Training special forces?"
Cen Ziyan sighed, "It's amazing."
The director team behind the camera also looked at each other in confusion. This is a very complicated level. The guests should first note the rhythm, and then search for clues to solve the puzzle before they can obtain the Morse code comparison table. Who would have thought that someone would be idle enough to memorize a Morse code table
But Nanyang is just so idle.
Actually not idle.
In one lifetime, Qinghuan was a spy chief. He basically didn’t speak human words, and communicated purely by typing Morse code. Nanyang couldn’t do anything about it. When it was cracked, in addition to the Morse code itself, there was a second-level security code dedicated to the two of them. In those war-torn years, she and she had barely met each other, but in the obscure and complicated Morse code, they cuddled with each other and supported each other, and they survived that long period of hardships. age.
At that time, Qing Huan would honor her as "Mr. Nan". It's not the "sir" that only men can use, but the honorific title that most people in that era would use for people with knowledge and status.
Nanyang half-dazed, lost in memories.
In those years, she and her, like the weak duckweed on the water, were rolled over by the waves of the times, but they still had hope and enthusiasm.
To this day, she still remembers those telegrams from Qinghuan that she had cracked in the late night when she couldn't sleep.
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"Sir, it's been a long time since the last stronghold was discovered, how are you doing?"
"Sir, there has been a lot of wind recently. Several of my companions accidentally leaked their identities and were killed by skinning and pulling their tendons. I'm a little scared, and I miss you a little bit. I've heard some things in the past few days, obviously not related, but always able to I turn a few corners in my heart and think of you."
"Don't worry, sir, I'm very powerful and won't be discovered. Even for the sake of sir, I will try my best to protect myself. Sir, also take care of yourself."
"Sir, I ate delicious crispy candy in the south of the city a while ago. The brand is Heshuangyu. I paid for it and left a pack for Mr. Sir, remember to get it."
"Sir, there is rice in the bureau today, stewed potatoes with chicken thighs. It's very hard to eat. It's very similar to Mr.'s craftsmanship."
"Sir, yesterday I set out a task and didn't finish it, and my superior expressed disappointment to me. I suddenly felt that I was not doing as well as others, and I almost exposed my identity a few times. I couldn't help but wonder if I was still suitable for a job. When the country is still in danger, how can my generation live in peace and happiness? Everyone is trying to protect themselves, and my friends laugh at me for being stupid and giving up my life for my country and country. I am not sad at all, because I know that Mr. Understand my perseverance. I have a heart for the world, sensuality, passion, hidden and commonplace. A nation without heroes is a sad nation. I dare not call myself a hero, but I would like to be a firefly and shine in the dark. A little light, so I don't have to wait for the torch. With Mr. here, I have the confidence to survive in this hell."
"Sir, thank you for the comfort you sent yesterday. Of course I know that I am the best woman in my eyes."
"Sir, if you are free, please help me bring ten silver dollars to visit my mother. She is old, I can't accompany her, and her life and death are uncertain, which is really unfilial. If the mother asks the identity of the husband, the husband will say, "You She is someone I can entrust with my life, so she must be at ease."
"Sir, I kept a white cheongsam in the silk and satin village in the north of the city. I sewed and made it myself in my spare time and put it in the third block of the counter. It is a gift for Mr., thank you for your constant care. ."
"Sir, I saw a very beautiful puppy yesterday. It's curly. It's owned by our commander's wife. It's very cute."
"Sir, of course you are cute too."
"Sir is very cute, really."
"Sir, Kyoto has fallen, you must protect yourself, don't be killed by stray bullets, don't be bombed by planes, don't be killed by insurgents, you must live."
"Sir, you don't have to worry about me, as long as you live, I will live."
"Sir, I've been worried about you recently, I've missed you, I've missed you very much. I think I'll go to you when this retreat is successful. I've been too tired to live in this life. It will be my greatest honor to spend half my life by Mr.
"Sir, I'm going to the last battlefield, you have to take care."
"Sir don't have to ask when I'll be back. I may never come back, maybe tomorrow."
"Sir, don't be too sad."
"Sir, please remember that you are the last rose in my barren land."
It was really a very romantic life, so romantic that Nanyang still clearly remembers every byte she typed out on the radio.
I also remember that many years later, when the world was in turmoil, I sat on the second floor of the teahouse, wearing the white cheongsam she had given me, and finally waited for her to return from the bloodbath in the smoke of gunpowder. The man was dressed in a dark green military uniform, with long curly hair draped over his shoulders, holding a large-brimmed military hat in one hand, and a string of candied haws in the other, as bright as a flower that had just bloomed.
She came over, her long military boots tapping on the quaint wooden floor, solemn and solemn. She bent down, handed the candied gourd to her hand, bowed her head, and gave the most respectful military salute in her life.
Nanyang was distracted, Qing Huan noticed it, and pinched the back of her hand quietly.
"What do you think?"
Nanyang wrestled from his memories and overlapped his thoughts with the society in front of him.
"The password is found, we can go out," Qing Huan took Nan Yang's hand and walked outside with a smile, "Come on, let's go to draw lots to see if we want to sleep in the box or sit in the hard seat."
Nanyang hooked his lips and held Qing Huan's hand.
In the process of leaving the secret room, she curled her index finger and rhythmically tapped the next piece of Morse code in Qing Huan's palm.
Qing Huan felt Nan Yang kept tapping on her palm, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
Nanyang smiled at her: "I'm ringing the telegram."
He smiled lightly: "Really? Then... what did you knock on?"
Nanyang didn't speak, just looked away lightly, with a smile in his eyes, he looked at the door of the secret room that was slowly opened.
She clenched Qinghuan's hand tightly, and together with the answer she just typed, she clasped it into her cold palm—
In my barren land, you are also the last rose.