Su Qing was a little unsure of the benefits of his doing so. After more than three years, would Su Chengde move? Even if he doesn't move, will he be at home? Will you go out to socialize? Will you be traveling somewhere again
Su Qing has developed a habit over the years. No matter where she goes, she must try her best to get a copy of City B Evening News. Apart from the major national policies that the people already know, the news, the unreliable celebrity gossip on the entertainment page, and the even more unreliable securities reviews on the financial page, there are basically lost and found notices and obituaries. .
Su Qing's only affection for it is that it sometimes publishes some interview reports and gossip about entrepreneurs in the city, and Su Chengde occasionally goes up to show his face to satisfy his old-fashioned "on TV" and "in newspapers" Vanity—even though the newspaper he published was rumored to only be subscribed to by major institutions in City B, it was mostly used as a teacup.
When she saw something about Su Chengde, Su Qing would cut it out and keep it. Sometimes she thought, the old man is already in his 60s, so what is he going to do with his life? It's so hot all day long, so what are you planning? But when she asked this question, Su Qing felt sad again - Su Chengde was alone, living in such a big house with a nanny, and he didn't work hard every day, so what would he do
Su Qing felt that she was climbing a thousand walls, and finally fell - she fooled others every day, and finally let others fool her one day. General Xiong asked him three questions that day, but he couldn't answer any of them. General Xiong promised him: "If you come to the zero team, I will give you an identity, an identity that will let you go home."
However, now that he has an identity, he can say "I work for the government" coquettishly like Hu Bugui did back then, and the name on his ID card has finally changed back to his original one, but he finds that he still dare not go home. He didn't know if there would also be a sniper who was elusive, or a person with a "big silkworm chrysalis" sitting on the sidelines and waiting for rabbits.
He only dared to pretend to be an old beggar, with a big black and white beard, a dark face, wearing very "sharp" clothes, and dragging a fake broken leg, holding a The small enamel basin is leaning against an intersection that Su Chengde must pass every day to get off work.
There is often traffic jam at this intersection, and Su Chengde sometimes asks the driver to drive away and walks home by himself.
All afternoon, he leaned against the wall idly, when passers-by threw change into a bowl for him, but he didn’t respond without thanking him. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the dim sky. He only charged about ten yuan for one afternoon.
As the sky gradually darkened, people who got off work began to pass by one after another, and the flow of people and vehicles became congested. Only then did Su Qing slowly come to her senses. staring in one direction.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through his narrowed eyes very quickly, the hunched waist of the old beggar dressed as Su Qing stiffened imperceptibly, and the hands hanging by his side trembled slightly—he saw a car familiar car.
With the traffic jammed during the rush hour, it is slowly moving here, 500 meters, 400 meters...
Then I saw that figure that I hadn't seen for a few years but was still familiar got out of the car as usual at the intersection, walking slowly towards this side alone, Su Qing cleared her tight throat that seemed to be blocked by something, Knocking on his broken enamel bowl, he hummed in a low voice: "Humans and ghosts are heaven and earth, ten thousand gold seems to be generous, life is like a dream, and the Tao is peaceful, but the only thing that lies in painstaking efforts—"
Everyone came and went in a hurry, and very few people noticed the old beggar in the corner who was missing a leg. Su Chengde's pace was not fast, because he was fine when he went back. The weather was bad these days, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his joints, so he avoided the flow of people and walked slowly against the corner, so he said that by coincidence, he heard a few lines of lyrics mixed in the roar of the whole city.
There is not a word in the tone, but there is such an indescribable sadness.
Su Chengde glanced at him, suddenly felt desolate in his heart, he thought to himself mockingly: I still have some money at last, so I don't need to beg on the street.
Thinking of this, he stopped beside the old beggar, and listened to him forgetting the words and singing out of tune, humming and making up a whole song.
Only then did the "old beggar" turn his slightly dull eyes from the corner of the wall, and like thousands of beggars in this city, he clasped his fists and bent down laboriously, with the most humble movements, His forehead touched the ground lightly, and he spoke vaguely in a dialect from an unknown place.
Su Chengde usually ignores it, he is used to fighting fiercely, and his compassion has long since died, not to mention that even children know that most of these beggars pretending to be disabled are liars— This time he really told the tragic truth—but for some reason, he felt sore in his heart. He didn't think about it deeply, but thought that maybe the old beggar's voice moved him.
It's poor, even if it's a liar, it's not easy to sit here and kowtow all day long—Su Chengde took out a handful of change from his trouser pocket, threw it into his broken bowl, and then looked at him. Without squinting, he walked straight in the direction of his home.
I didn't see the old beggar behind him like a devout believer prostrate on the pilgrimage road, dragging his two legs, one long and one short, struggling to turn in one direction, kneeling in his direction, and resting his forehead on his forehead for a long time. On the cold ground, it was as if he had lost the strength to stand up straight again.
In that life, I went around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
The field staff were all on vacation, and Hu Bugui didn't dare to let go. He was closely watching the results of the technical department that had been up all night. Xu Ruchong came out with a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes to give a report: "Captain Hu, Professor Cheng's guess is reasonable. This thing is indeed somewhat similar to an external energy crystal."
"Here is a probe that can penetrate into the human body - one of the basic principles of energy crystal operation is the law of emotional attraction, you know this?" Seeing Hu Bugui nodding, Xu Ruchong rubbed his temples, "The function of this is similar , the difference is that it absorbs the wearer's own emotions, and absorbs very little, and then changes the frequency of this very small part of emotions. This part of high-frequency emotional waves appears in the form of energy, but due to the absorbed There are very few emotions, so the converted energy is also very little, you guessed it right, this thing should still be in the experimental stage."
"You mean they are doing human experiments, and they want to make an artificial energy crystal?"
Xu Ruchong lowered his voice: "As far as I know of dual-core in the world, only Su Qing is the only one. Now everyone can't figure out how he survived. It seems that 'there' has also tried a lot of research over the years. But I couldn't reproduce another Su Qinglai. At this time, if the human body can't bear the second energy crystal, it's easy to think of a way to artificially transplant it."
Hu Bugui was silent for a while: "How far has this thing reached?"
Xu Ruchong shook his head: "It's hard to say, the complexity of the energy crystal is far beyond people's imagination. It may be another brain, and it may take a long time to copy only part of its functions. Find out the working mechanism of the energy crystal and what it can do, why there are so many blue seals and the quality of the body is so poor."
Xu Ruchong took off his huge eyes and rubbed them vigorously: "This project is really too vast, and the possibility of animal experiments can basically be ruled out. Either do theoretical derivation, or... Honestly, Team Hu, I heard a while ago that we also have a research institute here, and I reported to the higher authorities that I wanted to recruit volunteers to study this thing systematically, but was detained and rejected by General Xiong."
Hu Bugui said coldly: "Nonsense, I also dismiss it, use people as experiments, thanks to them they can figure it out."
Xu Ruchong sighed, and lowered his voice, almost as if whispering to Hu Bugui: "That's not what you said, Captain Hu, General Xiong can't keep this thing for a while, and theoretical research can never compare to it." The connection between theory and experiment is more profound. General Xiong is now in power, and he alone has the final say on what to say, but if one day, the complete dual-core becomes a technology that can be mastered, what do you say? How to do?"
Hu Bugui raised his eyes and looked deeply at Xu Ruchong, only to see the suppressed anxiety on the face of this technical geek who usually lacks heart and lungs: "This brand-new race will definitely have greater advantages than ordinary people. Controlling the power and resources in this world, what will happen to our country, and what will happen to other countries? Captain Hu, I don’t understand detection and field missions, but I still know a little about these... I told you earlier, Whether it is scientific research or armament, it is a particularly expensive thing. Do you believe that there is no one behind Utopia... "
He made a gesture, then shook his head very slowly: "I don't believe it."
Hu Bugui raised his hand to silence his words.
"Do your own thing well," Hu Bugui said in a low voice after a long silence, "Whether it's interests or power, I only know one thing, no matter what, people are people—don't worry."
He stretched out his thumb and tapped twice on his shoulder: "Go, don't tell the third person these words."
On this day, Su Qing didn't return to the headquarters until late at night. Others didn't know when and how he left, or how he came back suddenly. When he came back, he described himself as a bit embarrassed. Xue Xiaolu, who walked over with a dozen finished materials in her arms, nodded, smiled, and walked past her to get on the elevator.
For some reason, Xue Xiaolu felt that Su Qing's smile was a bit forced.
It's the weekend, and there are a lot fewer people in the headquarters than usual. It's considered a break time, and the restaurant will provide drinks. Su Qing carried a large box up and said to Tu Tutu who was sitting on the sofa watching TV: "Little devil, Go to grandpa Cheng to spend the night today."
Tu Tutu looked back quietly, with a piece of potato chips in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks while chewing, and said in sync with the heroine in the TV series: "You heartless bastard..."
Su Qing said coldly: "Watch the soap opera again, I will break your leg."
Tu Tutu didn't say a word, picked up the potato chips, ran back to his room, picked up the story book, picture book and jigsaw puzzle, and ran away: "You are busy, you are busy."
Su Qing cleared the room, and took out a case of wine and put them on the table—white beer and everything. He knocked off the cap of a bottle of beer with the corner of the table, took a big gulp of himself, stared at the table and didn't know what to think, then stood up suddenly, walked out of the room with the bottle and knocked on the door next door.
He raised the wine bottle in Yang's hand to Hu Bugui: "Come out, I'll buy you a drink."
Hu Bugui: "..."
Everyone on Earth knows that everything in the headquarters is provided free of charge. Even though Team Hu is well-informed, he has never seen such a dishonest way to treat guests.
Su Qing smiled, turned around and walked to his room, and waved to him: "If you can get me drunk, you will get a bed service as well."
Hu Bugui continued: "..."
He stood there dumbfounded, for a while, Su Qingcai suddenly backed away and asked: "Is this not a violation of discipline?"
Hu Bugui was dumbfounded, he shook his head subconsciously, halfway through the shaking he realized that he didn't know what to say, he could only keep shaking his head and got stuck there, but Su Qing wandered in with the door open.
The author has something to say: the lyrics are from Teacher Liu Huan's "Where to Go"
The phrase "Turn mountains, rivers, and pagodas" is said to have been written by Tsangyang Gyatso.