Tu Laoliang left, and the entire Fangzhou returned to a boring and dead state.
Fangzhou now is like a dying old man in an orphanage.
The most cruel thing is that this old man already knows that his time is short, but he can only lie on his bed covered with gold bricks, helplessly waiting for the moment when his hatred falls to the ground in the northwest.
No one can save Fangzhou!
All treatments are nothing but life-threatening!
I also know this very well, but I can't save Fangzhou.
I can only save myself.
On this day, I learned to drink tea and read a newspaper.
No other reason than to pass the time.
As the combat readiness duty room second only to Sanjinyuan, the west wing room is quite well-equipped.
After reading all kinds of newspapers, I was only halfway through the game, and I turned on the old Pentium 2 processor computer.
The contents inside are not worth reading. Occasionally, there is some internal secret information, which has been declassified long ago.
After reading the stuff on the computer, I finally got to the point. The password also sounded outside the door.
The combat readiness duty handover command is a daily routine of the confidential unit. Every day's command will be notified to the night watchman in advance by the messenger.
This is also one of the few traditions that Fangzhou retains.
That mysterious messenger...
Naturally, he is still Bale Laoliang, who wears many hats!
Fangzhou was established during that period of hard struggle. There were not many members in Fangzhou at that time, but all of them were outstanding people!
Due to the constraints of the environment, the pioneers and martyrs of Fangzhou could only engage in the simplest popular education work in physical chemistry.
Most of the time, what Fangzhou can do [is literacy!
In the later period, when the situation became severe, Fangzhou people finally found a career that suited them.
One year, Fangzhou moved to the Taihang Mountains, specializing in making explosives and imitation grenades, which dealt the heaviest blow to his feet.
Then, Footbath set its sights on Fangzhou.
That night, the Footbath Special War broke into Fangzhou Base!
In that battle, Fangzhou's entire army was almost wiped out!
The reason was that Fangzhou did not implement password regulations at that time.
The lessons of blood created the iron law of blood, and the password of blood continues to this day.
I answered the password and opened the door. Looking at Ge Li in front of me, I was a little stunned.
"Are you ready for war?"
"right."
I frowned: "You just got out of the third class of entering the hospital."
Ge Li was busy minding his own business and said coldly: "Yes. Do you have any opinions?"
"It's worth getting ready for war but also worth entering the hospital three times?"
"Yes. Any questions?"
Goli, who was even colder than me, glanced at me sideways, took off his gun from his waist and threw it heavily on the table without any hesitation.
I looked at the 79 microflush, which had mostly shown its true colors, and was silent for two seconds: "Do you want to bring some late-night snacks?"
"I'll handle it myself."
Ge Li waved his hand coldly: "Timeout. Get out."
I walked to the door silently, and Ge Li suddenly said: "I will take over tonight and buy a few boxes of mooncakes."
"The brothers who entered the hospital for the third time worked together for seventy-two hours and didn't get anything to eat."
"Five kernels or ham?"
"cheapest."
When I go out from get off work, I deliberately slow down my pace and walk through the mailroom without squinting.
Suddenly, I turned around!
In the mailroom, a certain one-eyed dragon that had been cursing me immediately overturned the water glass in fright.
Walk to Yuyuantan Park and take a shortcut across to the Big Willow Tree.
In the last century, Yuyuantan was responsible for the water supply of the entire Yandu, and it also carried the happiest childhood memories of countless old Yandu people.
During the holiday, tourists flocked to the Great Wall and Forbidden City, but the less-famous Yuyuantan retained a sense of purity.
Around two o'clock in the afternoon is the laziest time in the park.
The autumn sunshine is warm and genial, shining through the yellowing branches and leaves.
Light. Read the book
Old ladies in twos and threes were scattered in every corner, chatting about their parents' shortcomings and the dire straits abroad, while lonely men played the erhu and sang Beijing opera.
In the antique corridor, there are still many old stubborn people gathered together to fight with crickets.
After walking for a few minutes, I stopped.
On a grassy slope in front of them, a large number of children were searching for crickets with various tools.
The cold dew point is the golden peak period for Lao Yan to fight crickets.
Starting from the cricket emperor Zhu Zhanji, the folk custom of fighting crickets in Laoyandu has been flourishing ever since and continues to this day.
Every August, the people of Yandu, young and old, scrape grass and look for crickets in Yuyuantan. Either sell them for money or send them to the cricket field to win prize money.
Nowadays, Yuyuantan has been turned into a park, but looking for crickets is still an essential activity for old Yandu men every year.
Within two minutes, a child caught a pink green head, happily put it in a bamboo tube, and called his friends to run to the pavilion to start a cricket fight.
At this moment, a little flowery face covered in mud appeared from under the grass slope. He was looking forward to seeing a group of little naughty people abandoning him. He looked at his empty plastic jar in despair and smashed the flower shovel in his hand angrily.
What a loud sound!
The little flower-faced boy was stunned and bent down.
When the little painted face popped out from under the ridge again, there was a small jar covered in mud and dust in his hand.
The jar was unremarkable, had no reflection in the sunlight, and looked very ugly.
The little flower-faced man sat on the dug-out lawn, curiously looking at the small jar and then around.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, the little flower-faced man first violently pried open the jar with a little flower shovel, then turned the jar upside down on the lawn and smashed it with a pestle.
Soon, an object fell from the small jar onto the lawn.
A ball of golden light burst out!
It’s a golden object the size of a matchbox!
Lifting the jar to the sunlight to confirm that there was nothing else in it, the little painted face put the jar aside casually, picked up the small coffin, looked at it, shook it, and used a small shovel to pry it open.
Unable to open the gold box, the little flower-faced man was not polite and grabbed the gold box and knocked it hard on the ground.
After being knocked for a long time, the gold box was slightly deformed, but it was still intact.
The little flower-faced man suddenly lost interest, threw away the small coffin in disgust, picked up the flower shovel and dug into the lawn, and continued digging.
Just then, around the corner, the old park security man yelled angrily.
"Hey. It's you brats again, digging up the lawn."
"Stop!"
The little painted face was so frightened that he ran away.
Before running away, he didn't forget to pick up the gold box.
On the grassy slope, the earthen pot was kicked down by Little Flower Face, and rolled down the grassy slope. It made a crisp sound of metal clashing along the stone road, and landed directly at my feet.
At the bottom of the jar, four characters in block letters came into view.
May all blessings prevail!
The old security man ran over aggressively, grabbed the little flower face, and snatched the gold box in his hand: "Where are your adults? Fine!"
The little flower-faced man was too frightened to respond, so he broke away from the old security guard and ran away without a trace.
The old security man was panting and trying to catch up, but failed to do so. He cursed and reluctantly turned back.
Seeing the ravaged grassy slope, the old security guard was even more furious, and the mother-in-law scolded her endlessly.
Suddenly, the old security man stared at me: "What are you doing? What are you holding in your hand?"
I straightened up, holding the clay pot in my hand: "You want it?"
The old security guard looked at the clay pot and hummed.
I pointed to the lid of the clay pot on the grassy slope: "Can I pick it up?"
