Su Qing felt that she had had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he seemed to be a bird with a pair of wings on his back. He shed his feathers when he shook it. He lived in a bird's nest on a cliff.
He poked his head out of this dilapidated house, feeling that this place is more thrilling than "the building is crooked" and "the building is crunchy"—there is an unknown depth of cliff underneath, and the hunting wind brushes across his face, as if it could knock him down at any time. It’s like being rolled down, and looking farther away, the vast blue sky and the wind seem to be connected as one, so wide that you can never see the edge.
The sunlight was blocked by the cliff, Su Qingniao moved carefully, but found that she couldn't reach it anyway.
He understood that the place he lived in could be called "Lou Feifei".
Su Qing glanced at it, then shrank back into the bird's nest in fear—but although the building location of this bird's nest is very curious, the inside is very comfortable, soft and warm, and the wind can't blow in at all.
At first, he thought that he would starve to death when he was trapped here, but after a while, he saw a big bird descending from behind the light, and put food near his mouth. Su Qing squinted her eyes and tried to raise her head, but she still couldn't see what the big bird looked like, she just felt that the gaze it shot at her was very gentle.
The big bird rubbed against him, spread its wings and flew away.
Su Qing began to hang on the cliff day after day, and I don't know how long it has passed. The big bird brings food every day, or spreads some sticks and hay in the nest, and then disappears. Su Qing really wants to communicate with it, but it's a pity that his bird language has not been good since college, and the language is not clear.
He couldn't remember why he turned into a bird at all, and why he ran to this place, and he didn't have this desire for knowledge, but just faintly felt a strange feeling in his heart, which was peaceful and anxious. Every time he sees other birds circling through the sky, he has a desire to fly up together, but every time he walks to the edge of the bird's nest and looks down at the Thousand Blades Cliff, he will stop on his feet softly.
Su Qing felt that she was imprisoned in that warm nest.
Finally one day, the big bird came again, and Su Qing mustered up the courage to crawl out of the nest again, gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and flapped her wings. The big bird stood quietly on the edge of the bird's nest, tilting its head to watch him flutter his wings nervously like airplane propellers, and staggered to fly out.
Su Qing's body flew into the air, and he couldn't help but look down—he felt that he might still be a human being, and he was afraid of heights—it didn't matter if he looked down like this, Su Qing felt that his blood pressure had gone up at that time, and his mind was roaring. The roar of the passing grass mud horse was so shocking that he couldn't think of anything else, so he encountered a flight accident when he set sail for the first time-he directly hit the mountain wall on the other side and fell in a mess.
Su Qing thought, it's over, this time I'm really going to fall to my death.
Suddenly, his back was picked up by a pair of powerful claws, and when Su Qing came back to her senses, she had already returned to the nest with staring eyes. The big bird lightly pecked him on the head, as if scolding an ignorant child, and then flew away again.
Frost, rain and snow, year after year, Su Qing felt that she had lost confidence in flying. The big bird always comes and goes in a hurry. He spends a large part of every day staring at the sky that changes color and weather in a daze. He yearns for the sun more and more, but he can only see it, but never touch it.
Slowly, he began to hate this nest. Why was it built on a cliff? Why does it have to be so warm and comfortable and so small? Then his hatred moved to the sky, to the wind, to the stones, to the sun, and even to the big birds. When the big bird came, he avoided the intimate touch, and he was no longer interested in food.
Su Qing felt that for the rest of his life, he would be a stupid bird that huddled in its nest and waited to die, and would never be able to fly.
After another period of time, he couldn't even condense his hatred anymore, he just felt deeply sad. If a bird can't fly, why does it exist? He couldn't figure it out, so he started a hunger strike, intending to starve himself to death.
The big bird found that he refused to touch the food it brought several times. It was a little anxious and circled around Su Qing. One day it even flew out and brought back some colorful flowers.
It's a pity that Su Qing ran on the road to death resolutely, not at all rewarded by the beauty, she just turned her head for a glance, and lay back sleepily.
"Why are you being nice to me? It must be that this big stupid bird has too much belly and too little brain, so it made a mistake. What's so sticky about a bird that can't even fly?" Su Qing thought sullenly.
Big Bird became more and more attached to him, racking his brains to bring all kinds of weird things to please him, but Su Qing became more and more anxious, and even used his remaining strength to drive him away. He hated this kind of unreasonable Because he feels that he is not worthy of being cared for, it should throw him here and let him fend for himself.
The big bird lost a feather by his roughness, and stood aside, not daring to approach him, and let out a whine.
Su Qing, the irritable fried bird, suddenly calmed down for some reason. He looked at the big bird, and in the blink of an eye, he figured out a problem—it turned out that he didn't hate the big bird, he didn't hate anyone, but he just hated himself.
A bird named Su Qing... or a person.
The big bird wailed and rushed into the sky. At this moment, Su Qing faintly heard a child's voice vaguely in his ears, and only recognized a few words "shut into the small box". He thought the child's voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
A thunderbolt fell from the sky, roaring continuously, the big bird circled in the air and flew back, tentatively stopped beside him, stretched out its huge wings to cover it from the wind and rain above, Su Qing raised her head and found that It has a straight line on its wings.
Wire…
Someone once drew such a line for him, he said "Don't trust feelings, trust logic".
Another thunder sounded, and Su Qing was taken aback—logic... yes, logic is a line, a line that can be traced with cause and effect—why do I want to die? Because I can't fly, but why can't I fly? Because I am afraid of heights, I am afraid of the invincible abyss below, I am afraid... I will fall.
But what happens when you fall? will die…
Su Qing was shocked, because he found that this matter was too nonsense - he actually wanted to seek death because he was timid and afraid of death.
At this time, the familiar child's voice rang in his ears again, and Su Qing heard it clearly this time. The child said: "Uncle, you hate it, wake up, don't sleep, if you sleep again, they will put you in prison." Little box."
The rain didn't know when it stopped, Su Qing raised her head, her eyes met the big bird's, the big guy's eyes were warm and sad, like a father who was full of helplessness and unable to express. The sky was still cloudy, and the thunder came and went one after another. Su Qing got up and glanced across the abyss. He suddenly understood his own path—freedom or death.
He stood on the edge of the bird's nest, took a deep breath, and rushed out. The air supported his body, his wings glided past, and the sun pierced through the thick clouds like a sharp sword, hitting him.
Su Qing suddenly opened her eyes, she had turned back into a human at some point, and was lying on the ground, he heard the cries of Cheng Weizhi and Zhao Yifei, and Tu Tutu was sitting in front of him, with a piece that could smash a child's head like a watermelon Broken boulders are falling from mid-air.
Su Qing hugged Tu Tutu and rolled away without thinking. There was a loud "bang", his vision went dark, and he realized that the house had collapsed, and he was trapped in a small airtight space , There was a sharp stabbing pain in the calf, and I couldn't move, as if it was crushed.
Tu Tu cried like a kitten. Su patted his back lightly, trying to comfort him, but found that his throat was so dry and painful that he couldn't make a sound.
Hu Bugui didn't expect that after Utopia tried to escape several times and was intercepted, it really seemed like it would blow up the entire base. Qin Luo contacted urgently again: "Captain Hu, there is news from Chen Lin that Utopia has urgently mobilized dozens of helicopters, ready to take off at the same time. , the transferred researchers and blue prints are mixed in..."
Hu Bugui interrupted her: "Chen is with them?"
Qin Luo said: "No, there is a person in the blue seal who is against him, who suggested that all the blue seals go separately, cooperate with long-range attacks, and ask to join Chen Lin, which may have other meanings, so Chen Lin refused to be transferred. "
Hu Bugui snorted: "Fortunately, he asked Chen Lin to give the suspicious targets mixed in and prepared to shoot. In addition, I need a topographic map of the base."
Hu Bugui gritted his teeth when he mentioned Chen Lin. Chen Lin fulfilled his promise—accounted for all the internal deployments of Utopia. I missed that they plan to give priority to gray printing.
Qin Luo said: "Yes."
After a while, the clear topographical map was transmitted to Hu Bugui's shattered glasses. Hu Bugui snapped on his helmet, put on his bulletproof vest, and directly split the military vehicle. He was riding a modified locomotive , rushed into Utopia's line of fire.
Fang Xiu caught a glimpse through the monitoring equipment, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets: "Hu Dui, what are you doing?!"
Hu Bugui desperately drove the locomotive like a rocket, and leaned down to cling to the car. The front windshield was extremely bulletproof, and it crackled and crackled. I don’t know how many times he saved him. Yes, I got two wheels off the ground a few times and was chased and beaten by a bunch of machine guns. But his face was extremely calm, as if he was not playing with his life, but playing Super Mario!
The heart rate of the interim commander, Guan Xiu, who was kicked off the shelf suddenly soared to 150, making his throat and eyes hurt.
Hu Bugui had already seen the gray house, and was shot in the arm inadvertently. It didn't matter this time, his arm lost strength, and the rampant locomotive was twisted into a Yangko stance by this area, and Hu Bugui flew out directly. He quickly adjusted his posture, covered his head... he didn't have to run for the last part of the journey, and flew directly over.
With such a swing, he fell into the middle of the corpses all over the ground, and he finally didn't let him lie directly on the hard concrete floor. Hu Bugui was covered in blood, and the moment he landed, he subconsciously rolled to the side to cover himself , Pulling out the machine gun on the back is a burst of fire.
It wasn't until several people nearby were killed by him that Hu Bugui found some energy to look up and down the ground, and his heart stopped for a beat—when the word "too late" jumped into his brain, Hu Bugui I feel my hands are cold.
There was a pain in his chest as if he was being torn apart by something. He lowered his head numbly, looking at his hands covered with someone's blood, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which made his internal organs ache. .
Hu Bugui's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, punched the rubble, and buried his face in his palm. The sticky and cold liquid in the palm of his hand stuck to his face. After a long while, he took a deep breath, tried to calm down, fiddled with the glasses on the bridge of his nose that were about to strike at any time, and said in a low voice: "Here I scan the area for signs of life."