After a long time, Editor-in-Chief Bob struggled to control his cough, his face flushed red, his fingers trembling slightly, he crushed the half cigarette left in the ashtray, and said in a hoarse voice, "Marshal, if you insist on Put this story in... I refuse to publish it, at least, I refuse to get it out of my hands."
The old man on the bed had reached the most debilitating period of his life. There should be no smoke in the room, but Bob and Wood still couldn't help tearing open the white box of Sanqi, and began to sip one by one like a burning spirit. suck.
The so-called last visit was to explain the old man on the hospital bed with the military flag on the heavy black coffin in the future. The heavy sense of responsibility was too heavy for the two reporters to bear, especially after hearing this story.
This kind of thing is politically risky, but for Bob, he rarely thinks about risk, otherwise he would not have made such a strong and powerful accusation against the Medellin Congressman, but he must consider His own emotions, his emotions did not allow him to write down things that were very dark in color during the old man's last visit.
Li Piff leaned on the head of the bed wearily. The dark brown spots on his face were dull, just like a plant that was severely dehydrated. The old man had always had a calm smile on his face. He had probably seen through the things between life and death, and things beyond life and death. He looked at the two reporters with a gentle smile and said, "The SAR Daily is a newspaper that can barely be read in the federal government. , you two are good reporters."
Bob and Wood changed their sitting positions at the same time, and being praised by the military god was naturally proud, but inevitably nervous.
"The responsibility of a good reporter, shouldn't it be about taking pictures?" The old man laughed, his hoarse and hollow voice echoed in the quiet room, disturbing the smoke that filled the room. The most famous treasonous mechanic, he is indeed my brother, what can't I write about this?"
Bob leaned on the chair to the left, resting his fingers on his chin. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "You insist on recording this thing that no one knows about. Do you want to share the pressure for Colonel Xu Le?"
The old hands, like dry roots, rested quietly on the snow-white bedding, and the clear veins were almost unable to feel the flow of life. The old man smiled and replied softly: "I have been given too much honor by the people of the Federation in my life, but I But there are a lot of things that have been hidden from them. When you are about to die, you will always feel that you are indebted. In addition, there are naturally reasons for you to guess. A good young man like Xu Le should not be vulgar by these seniors. The story drags on, the federation needs him, we, no, more precisely, you will need him in the future."
"So you don't hesitate to pour sewage on yourself to reduce the entire federation's distrust of Colonel Xu Le?" Bob raised the pencil in his right hand and looked at the old man on the bed seriously.
A violent cough sounded, echoing from the old body at the head of the bed, like a thousand-year-old clock, blown mercilessly by the wind of time, buzzing endlessly.
The old man raised his arm with difficulty, wiped the foam from his lips, and continued: "I just want the federation to understand a truth, the brother of the traitor is not necessarily a traitor, then, Xu Le is the student of the traitor. , of course, is not necessarily a traitor."
"But if the people become more angry and fanatical because of this story, and even take their anger to Colonel Xu Le, won't your wishes be fulfilled?"
"I trust that the people of the Commonwealth will trust me."
The old man said that two simple beliefs represented the vicissitudes of the past that no one dared to doubt between him and this star field for decades.
Bob was stunned for a while, then nodded lightly, stared at the end of the pencil in his hand and thought for a while, then raised his head and said seriously: "I promise you, about the story of you and your brother, I will put it into the interview without a word. middle."
"thanks."
"Master Marshal, about this exclusive interview, can you add some things that the public are very interested in?"
Editor-in-chief Bob lit another white box for Sanqi, put Xiao Fangfang’s notebook on his lap, and asked, “For example, your hobbies, your character, your retirement life, what have you been the happiest and most happy in these years? When is the saddest time? You must know that it has been decades, and the federal press has never excavated this part of the content. Tens of billions of people in the three regions of Donglin, Xilin and Shanglin have been curious about the time of their lives.”
"Me? I'm a dull and tasteless guy." The old man rubbed his chest and laughed hoarsely: "And he has a very short temper. Just like this time, when I saw you smoking, I thought that I hadn't smoked a cigarette in ten years, so Feeling very angry."
Editor-in-chief Bob smiled, but did not give up the rare opportunity to ask a question from an excellent journalist who turned into an admirer. He asked curiously, "What is the most memorable thing in your life? Did you drive an M37 to kill the Emperor of the Empire? at that moment?"
"Of course not." Lipif narrowed his eyes, looked at the smoke floating in the space, and said, "It was just a battle, and there is no essential difference between it and the countless battles I have participated in in my life."
The old man slowly lowered his head, looking at the two people who were recording non-stop, his gray eyebrows suddenly raised, and he said hoarsely, "The most memorable moment in my life was in the Empire. When I picked up the baby in front of me, there happened to be The wind chopped up the gunpowder smoke, and the sunlight leaked in, shining directly on the little girl's face, she was beautiful and weak... just like a little flower that just opened its petals."
"When was the happiest time?" Bob looked at the old man curiously, and continued to ask: "Is it the final victory in World War II, or the day you take off your marshal's uniform and officially retire?"
"The federal marshal is simply a job that can't be happy." The old man rubbed his slack cheeks and said with a lot of regret: "I thought I would be very happy in retirement, but I couldn't be happy. I said just now that medical care The team won't let you smoke, the safety team won't let you mow the lawn, the advocacy team won't let you go to the casino."
"The retired marshal is still the marshal, unnatural, maybe he will be free forever..."
A self-deprecating smile appeared on the old face, and the military god Lipif said in a low voice, like some kind of self-talk or some kind of hypnotic spell, and gradually his eyes closed.
The alarm sounded, and the glass curtain wall on the side was retracted with a slam. The medical experts with serious expressions held the physiological data screen and rushed over at high speed like a charge. The slower-reacting military senior generals widened their eyes and responded the most. Kuai, the director of the Army General Hospital, rushed to the bedside with a look of horror, and subconsciously reached out and touched the old man's neck.
At this moment, those old and tired eyes suddenly opened, and they were all calm and teasing.
The people who rushed into the ward were suddenly dumbfounded. The director of the Army General Hospital scratched his hair nervously, glanced at the incomparably normal lines on the monitoring equipment, and smirked twice.
"Did you see? Although my marshal is about to die, they are still under their control." Lipif looked at the dumbfounded two reporters and said with a smile: "They are the best at deceiving me with all kinds of lies, clearly saying that It's one-way surveillance, and I can't see me over there. What's the result? They've been staring at me over there, and they have to act like they don't look at me. It's really hard."
Bob and Wood looked at each other, patted their chests with lingering fears, and sat back in the chair stiffly, feeling thirsty in their mouths, and hurriedly took two sips from the cup.
"Teacher, if you don't do comprehensive monitoring, how do you know if you are asleep or..."
The president of the Army General Hospital was the medical officer of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 17th Division on the battlefield. Seeing that Lipif was naturally different, he shrugged and replied, his tone was not very nervous.
"It's all bullshit." Lipif said with a stern expression on his face, then turned his head to look at Bob, raised his right hand, separated his index and middle fingers, coughed twice, and said calmly, "Let's have a cigarette."
The rest of the medical staff returned to their respective jobs. Editor-in-chief Bob was stunned when he heard the request, and naturally turned his attention to the federal medical boss for help.
The dean looked at the calm face of the old man on the bed with a hint of pleading. For some reason, he felt as if a sharp knife had been slashed in his heart. Qiangzi smiled and sneered, and walked out of the ward half-legged.
Reporter Wood quickly stood up, walked to the bed as quickly as possible without making any noise, took out the cigarette and carefully stuffed it into his withered lips, then held the metal windproof lighter in both hands and lit it with a snap.
I don't know if it was because of such close contact with the old man, or for some other reason, Wood looked very nervous during the lighting of the cigarette, his fingers, wrists and even his whole body trembled slightly.
Li Piff took a puff of cigarette seriously, and frowned for a moment in silence, as if to distinguish whether the puff of cigarette was any different from the cigarette smell on the battlefield ten or more years ago. After all, the old man gave up this effort. He smiled and said, "Thank you."
Then, there was a light in the old man's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Cigarettes seem to really help human thinking. Now I suddenly remembered when I was happiest in my life."
Bob listened carefully and recorded.
"It's still in the empire. That year, the transport ship was ambushed by the imperial fleet, and the 17th division was forced to make an emergency landing on an imperial administrative star. According to the information, the two most powerful armored battalions of the imperial family were stationed on the surface of the northeastern galaxy, and they flew the yellow hibiscus flag. The guy... I don't know how much my boys will lose, so I'm in a bad mood, only to find out after contacting... It turns out that the seventeenth division's luck is really good."
The old man on the hospital bed narrowed his eyes and smiled, but he was extremely sarcastic: "There is no royal brigade on that planet, only a local garrison of 100,000 people, which happens to be the most famous Lin San division playing mud in the northeastern galaxy. "
"What is the happiest thing? Of course, you thought you were in a desperate situation, but you found that God was so pitiful that you met a group of idiots."