Today’s coffee shop is alternating between discussion and silence, or because of the dead planet, or because of the shocking news images, or because of the person mentioned in this emotional voice, no one said that Name, because this has become a kind of taboo for the Federation, and even these Bermuda businessmen dare not touch it on the military space station.
After a long period of silence, someone finally couldn't hold back their curiosity and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where is that person now? It's been more than two years, and I haven't heard of him appearing anywhere. Is he really dead?"
"How could that kind of person die so quietly." The silk smuggler replied with a serious expression: "There are rumors that someone has seen him at a mine somewhere in Donglin Hexi Prefecture."
The companion beside him shook his head and disagreed: "That person can't still stay in the Federation. According to the speculation of many people, he must be hiding in our Bermuda now. With that person's ability, as long as he leaves the Charter Glory, who can Find him?"
"But when I came to pick up the goods last time, I heard a few warship mechanic chatting and mentioned that the ground troops of Jiuyue Base once saw the strange black spaceship flying over the top of Kaqi Peak, and they swore that they definitely did not. Dazzling."
"Speaking of which, two years ago there was a new round of awards for titles in the empire, and one of them was a county..."
Just as the young smuggler interjected, he noticed the strange glances from the businessmen around him, and explained embarrassingly, "I'm not changing the subject, I'm just wondering if it has anything to do with that person."
"It is possible for the empire. According to the Federation, he is at least an imperial prince, but according to the past cases of that person, he will definitely not accept any title, and will hide in the underground sewer of a planet like he did back then. In the middle, wait until the situation gets out of hand, and then come out to make trouble."
"If only that person was still in the Commonwealth."
Someone subconsciously sighed, facing the gazes around him, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Master God of War was so optimistic about him back then, if he were to fight side by side with Colonel Li Feng now, Her Royal Highness would definitely not be able to stand it, Mo Hua. No one on the planet can stand in the way of the advance of the Federation forces."
"Ridiculous!" The silk smuggler said without hesitation, "Don't forget, the princess is very likely to be his sister! Do you expect him to kill you for the Federation and his own sister?"
The businessman who sighed just now was a little embarrassed by the absurd word, and slapped the table with a blushing face: "Where is it absurd? Haven't you read that letter? That person himself admitted that the Federation is his hometown, from the bottom of his heart. He still regards himself as a federal man, the soldiers who died on Mohua Planet are his former comrades or subordinates, I don't believe he can watch these scenes happen."
"Federal people at heart?" The silk smuggler said in a cold voice, "That person has the blood of the Empire in his veins. The picture you expect to happen is simply impossible. It is not enough to describe it as absurd. It should be said that it is. Absurd, in my opinion, what the Federation should be more worried about is the day when he suddenly appears in the Imperial Army and leads the Imperial soldiers to attack the Federation!"
The atmosphere in the cafe is very strange or subtle. No one mentioned that person's name, but everyone present knew very well who the person was talking to each other, and even the very calm chat atmosphere was caused by that person. For a change, the businessmen were divided into two factions and fell into a fierce quarrel, completely forgetting the three tables of federal officers in front of them who had been silent.
"No matter how powerful you idiots brag about him, if that guy really dares to bring imperial troops to attack the federation, no, as long as he dares to return to the federation, I don't think any federation will let him go, and I definitely don't mind. End his sinful life with one bullet."
A federal officer at the table in front of the right stood up and looked back at the smugglers who were arguing fiercely. His expression was particularly gloomy and indifferent, and the words spit out from his thin lips were full of contempt.
Hearing this sentence, the Bermuda smugglers' expressions became extremely unnatural, they bowed their heads humbly, and then sat back in their respective chairs, naturally daring not to continue discussing this issue.
However, the cafe did not fall into a cyclical silence. The sound of tables and chairs being pushed rang from the front left, and another federal officer stood up. It wasn't until they got up that everyone realized that this man was so burly, that the military uniform was somewhat deformed by the developed muscles, and the extremely short hair that was cut was full of a strong and speechless taste.
The strong officer slowly turned around, squinted at the previous federal officer, and suddenly said, "No life is inherently sinful."
The federal officer who spoke contemptuously and ruthlessly before was about thirty years old, but the epaulette indicated that he was already a major. Such a young major either had a great background or made countless military exploits in front-line battles. The self-confidence he accumulated could support his evaluation. , However, looking at the burly officer in front of him, he couldn't keep his indifferent appearance.
"Even if you are a lieutenant colonel, you can't casually question the comments of my subordinates."
Another federal lieutenant colonel at the table in front of the left stood up, looked at the burly man and said indifferently: "As a federal officer, do you still want to fight for an imperialist?"
The burly federal lieutenant colonel was silent for a moment, and said, "The new seventeenth division, Xiong Linquan."
Hearing this name, the federal lieutenant colonel's expression suddenly became solemn, he slowly put on his military cap, raised his chin slightly, and said earnestly, "Seventh Tie Shi, Murong Ke."
New Seventeenth Division, Tie Seventh Division, Xiong Linquan, Murong Ke, these self-reporting words are like sharp swords. The air in the pavilion was chilled, and the temperature dropped a few points. The Bermuda smugglers in the distance looked at each other, and some cautious and timid people were already preparing to leave.
Murong Ke, the battalion commander of the guard battalion of the Seventh Iron Division, said calmly, "I'm here to pick up new recruits. You know that the division suffered too much damage."
Xiong Linquan fastened the buckle around his neck and said indifferently, "Similarly, our division's casualty rate is no lower than your division's."
It should have been sadness and at least a low serious casualty rate, but there was an unquestionable sense of pride in the words of these two people. How tragically and powerfully they fought on Mohua Planet, just like the real military merits of soldiers, which are the scars on their bodies.
"Does Lieutenant Colonel Xiong have any opinion on what my adjutant said just now?" Murong Ke stared at his face and asked, "I said just now that you fought for the people of the Empire, which seems to be wrong, but I don't understand, the new seventeenth division and you seven There is an imperial man in the group, do you think it is very glorious?"
"If that guy dares to appear on the battlefield as an imperial man in the future, I will be the first to shoot. But even if it is to kill, it can only be killed by us, and before that, I will not allow anyone to say in front of me. His bad words, especially such a ridiculous one, is your adjutant still not weaned?"
Because of this snarky and mocking question, the sound of the tables and chairs being pushed chaotically, the federal officers and soldiers at the table suddenly stood up, each stared at each other vigilantly, subconsciously clenched their calloused fists, and did not hide their faces. war intent.
As the two most famous ace troops of the Federation, the New Seventeenth Division and the Iron Seventh Division had too many stories of grievances and grievances in history. They once stood side by side on the battlefield and once joined hands, but they did not know about it in the rear. How many violent conflicts have occurred in the dark.
With the death of the military god, the small-eyed man fled, and the commander Shaoqing became the commander-in-chief of the former enemy of the Federation. Now, the Seventh Iron Division undoubtedly has the absolute upper hand in terms of momentum, but under the suppression of Du Shaoqing and Yan Ming's military discipline, this kind of military The competition deliberately acquiesced by the upper management did not get out of control, but kept fermenting and heating up in the dark.
At this time, most of the officers and soldiers standing at the table on both sides were newcomers, but in the intensive training camp, they had already learned from the instructors the glorious history of their respective units and the story between these two incompatible mountains. The opponent confronted each other, how dare he show the slightest hesitation.
Xiong Linquan still looked indifferent and didn't care about the tense atmosphere in the field at all, his eyes moved from Murong Ke's face to the face of the young Major Tie 7th Division, the corners of his lips were slightly raised and mockingly said, "One bullet just wants to destroy that one. A life born with sin bullet."
"As for the brilliance," he turned to look at Murong Ke, his eyebrows raised slightly and asked: "The undefeated Tieqi Division has been defeated by an imperial man over and over again. Do you think it is very glorious?"
In the circular promenade at the edge of the space station, a dozen officers are scattered in the smoking area, looking at the deep and endless dark universe through the transparent materials in front of them and the soles of their feet. The second lieutenant who was recruited into the new seventeenth division of the war brigade finally couldn't hold back the strong doubts in his heart, and asked the superior beside him: "Instructor Xiong is really from the seventh group? I said why I just watched it in the training camp. Some of them are familiar, so I have seen them on TV for a long time."
"Then you don't think I'm familiar? Or do you think I'm gentle and easy to bully, so you're not going to flatter me?"
Da Vinci took a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. Looking at the newcomers around him, he sneered vaguely and said that after fighting on the battlefield for several years, this arrogant and noble governor of the year had already become too calm. It's just that his tone of voice was as frivolous as before.
The newcomer of the new seventeenth division flattered the lighter, lit the cigarette between his lips for him, and said softly: "That's because you are a good person, we are naturally born with a sense of intimacy, and it is difficult to have a way to make you feel good. Connect with the legendary Jagged Seven Group."
"There is a future. Whether it's our division or the seven teams of the year, the most important thing is this shameless and shameless energy. Although the bosses are very serious, they are actually more bad water than our stomachs. What bastard, Jagged Seven, I don't know who the hell got the nickname."
Da Vinci took a deep breath, watching the smoke ring dissipate on the opponent's face with satisfaction, and said with a slight envy: "In the training camp, you all said that the big bear was the most cruel devil instructor in history, you know, I When he first joined the army, that instructor was the most terrifying man in the world."
The new members of the New Seventeenth Division surrounding him silently counted the time and recalled the documentary that was still quietly circulating on the Internet. Suddenly someone raised their heads and said in astonishment, "Could it be..."
Da Vinci took off the cigarette between his lips, stuffed it into his mouth, blocked the second half of the sentence, looked at the crowd and said seriously: "I seriously warn you, we are under the tutelage of the deputy teacher, Herley, to the one who sits in the cooking class every day. The fat man named Gu Xifeng can't even hear that name. Once he hears it, he will feel extremely upset and will most likely abuse you rookies. So after joining the army, never ask about the past, especially don't mention that name. ."
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
The newcomer hurriedly took off the cigarette between his lips, looked at the wet carbon filter tip, forcibly suppressed the nausea in his heart, looked at Da Vinci and said sadly, "Instructor, I won't talk about hygiene, but it's up to you. Is it too much for the salary to draw such cheap blue box Panax notoginseng?"
Da Vinci's face was slightly stiff, leaning against the wall and smiling reluctantly, he said softly, "You guys know shit."
Some names don't need to be mentioned, some people don't need to be forgotten, because no matter you mention it or not, that name is there, whether you forget it or not, that person is still standing there, squinting and wearing a radiance The dazzling coat, grinning, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and smiling brightly.
Just like the beautiful girl in a light blue dress on all the TV screens on the space station at this time, walking slowly in the clear light, no matter how long she has not appeared in front of the federal people, no matter if she is a soap opera The lonely girl with innocent eyes, or the girl commander who often dozed on the battleship Enterprise, whether her hair was purple or black, she stood there so quietly and charmingly, to meet the hot gazes of billions , warm applause and even uncontrollable tears.
This is the live broadcast of the Federal News Channel, Channel 23, and the three major private TV stations, and the scene of the official comeback concert of national idol Jian Shuier.
As the most popular national idol of the 37th Xianli, Jian Shuier has disappeared for too long. The last time she performed on stage was in the spring of the 70th year of the Xianli. She sang the ending song of the award-winning documentary. Once in the federal public eye, it was at the funeral of the military god Lipif.
"After the funeral of the military god, Miss Jian Shui'er was crying and walking with the black and white portrait. I don't know how many people were moved and heartbroken, but it also sparked some speculation."
The female anchor of the Federal News on the light screen could clearly see wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. She looked at the manuscript paper just delivered, frowning slightly, and immediately adjusted her mood, looked at the camera and smiled and said proudly: "According to Li Colonel Feng sent confirmation from the front line that our charming Miss Jian Shui'er, whose real name is Jian Muzi, is the blood of the incomparably great Li family in Philadelphia."
"This comeback concert will be held at Linhaizhou Stadium and will be fully sponsored by the Shushu Foundation. All proceeds, including costs, will go to the Veterans Association."
The female anchor looked at the words that were obviously added temporarily on the teleprompter, and was obviously hesitant: "It's called... Silent March."
She used the fastest speed to sort out her emotions, change the topic, and said, "Miss Jian Shui'er is officially coming back today and will sing her first new song, so before enjoying the performance of the national girl idol, let's have a quick review. Since the age of twelve, it has brought laughter and tears to all the people of the Commonwealth."
On the light screen, the images that the people of the Federation still remembered quickly began to play, and the voiceover quickly repeated the honors and influences this national idol once won, but very cautiously did not mention the name of the disaster star that brought Jian Shuier. As for those few concerts, as for the scandal that once made the entire Federation extremely lively, there is not a single word of memory.
Under the light curtain flowing like a waterfall, Jian Shui'er in a light blue long dress slowly walked to the center of the stage. With the careful carving of time, the national girl idol of the year has gently left the word "middle girl". Between his brows and his eyes, he was even more charming than back then, and could only be described with the word boring perfection.
She smiled calmly, so the entire Linhaizhou gymnasium was calm, and all the audience smiled. She was originally a unique idol in the Federation, and now it has been confirmed that she has the blood of the Lee family in Philadelphia, and her legendary color is one more point. The mysterious and seductive color adds another point, every frown, smile, wrist and eye wink, I don't know how many people's eyes will be attracted.
Without any chatter, Jian Shui'er started singing directly. When the first word flowed out from the red lips and sounded along the microphone, hundreds of thousands of audience members at the concert began to scream and scream frantically.
And in front of the TV screen of thousands of households, I don’t know how many aunts are looking at her with love and pity, just like watching her daughter who hasn’t returned home for a long time, I don’t know how many uncles are holding the old pillow with her head on it and crying. , like seeing his daughter finally being taken away by a tragic green young man with pimples on his face, time, although it may not be all evil killing pigs, but it can really change a lot...
Songs echoed throughout the Commonwealth.
"Before you left, the old man said goodbye to us in advance. The black coffin was floating on the sea of people. I was crying, holding his photo and walking alone in front of the crowd."
"An old and fat woman left the nightclub, silently guarding the tombstone without words. In a Bermuda restaurant, there was a dish called scorpion tail, and the broccoli beside the dish looked like a beautiful man in the sun The smile is as bright as the fireworks."
"I sat by the lake and gently stroked the edge of the bluestone, thinking about the stories you've told, and got tired of the water, so I went to the big iron gate and passed a cigarette across the fence like someone did. , you're not there."
"I have been to many places in the past few years. The aunt you mentioned is still in the vegetable market below the apartment. Linyuan really demolished the airport that you thought disturbed the mood of eating, but if you think about it carefully, there is actually nothing we left here together. look."
"I used to think back to my father and mother and their hometown, imagining them fighting with kitchen knives in the kitchen. If I was there then, and I am here now, would I hide in the cabinet and tremble, or what?"
"After you left, no one bought porridge in the Linhaizhou library, there were no raindrops under the gymnasium, there was no sequel to that documentary, and only real stones were left in the mines in Donglin."
"The seat on Parliament Hill doesn't move, but the people on the seat keep changing. I'm standing where I used to be, quietly looking at the seats below and above, but I can't see your face anymore."
"In the Windmill Rider, Schiller said to go to those dreams that cannot be realized, to defeat the invincible enemy, to endure those unbearable sorrows, and to go where the brave dare not step into it."
"However, when I was a child, when I was young, I put on a backpack and wanted to go to Xilin to see the sea, but I always fell asleep under the tree halfway. How about you? Did you sleep soundly?"
In the spring of the seventy-fifth year of the Xianli calendar, at Jian Shui'er's comeback concert, accompanied by a flowing light curtain, accompanied by a simple tune and a crisp accompaniment, this song called "Fleeting Years" was the first and last time. Appeared on the federal television light screen. The tune of this song is simple and clear, and the female voice is basically free from the arrangement. It is only used as a background sound, and tells a story and related stories to someone or everyone in a plain and simple tone. Memories.
At the concert and in front of the TV, many people understood the long lyrics, at least some of the metaphors that were not deliberately made obscure, and fell into silence and complicated emotions.
The Federal News Channel urgently interrupted the live broadcast of this comeback concert. No matter how high the ratings are, no matter how unattainable the military background the national idol has, the bigwigs absolutely cannot allow this situation to continue to develop.
In the distant military space station, Xiong Linquan's angry roar suddenly sounded.
"Change station!"
The TV light screen above people's heads changed from the news channel to channel 23, and until they switched to a private TV station, they could only see the last scene of the concert, and vaguely heard Jian Shui'er announcing support for a member of the S2 district surnamed Tai. Silent march.
In the seventy-fifth year of the constitutional calendar, which is exactly the seven hundred and twenty-eighth year of the imperial calendar of the Baijin Dynasty, the inconspicuous second-level administrative star in the Zuotian Star Region, the Liban Star, is in the midst of a bright spring.
The mulberry trees spread from the flat field to the foot of Huangshifan, swaying and rustling in the warm wind, and the white mist of the pine greens receded shyly in the sun, revealing the true face.
Different from this peaceful and beautiful scenery, on the dark and dark mulberry forest road at the foot of the mountain, a pair of men and women in tattered clothes were dragging a five- or six-year-old girl, fleeing in terror and pain. There, blood seeped between the muddy nails, very slowly.
The wind blew the mulberry leaves, and a girl in white came out of the forest.
The girl is about fourteen or fifteen years old, beautiful and naive, with a hint of pride and indifference between her brows and eyes, unusually calm, and her straight light chestnut hair hangs down to her waist like silk satin, without a trace of mess.
She looked at the family with a terrified face, and suddenly smiled, like a spring flower that had just bloomed softly, and asked, "Fugitive slave? Do you need help?"