It was late December when Phytolacca recovered from his illness and returned to work. Chen Yu went through the hospitalization procedures for him and asked the doctor to help keep an eye on this kid, don't let him work, and let him rest for a few days. During this period, the leaders at the base They all took the time to visit the hospital. The scariest one was Shen Jiang. She was simply a terrorist. This girl went to the wrong door, went to the wrong ward, sneaked into the hospital late at night, and stared straight at the face of a man in the next ward. He waited for a long time, wondering if this person was the supervisor, until the brother woke up in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of tricks hidden under the black hair staring at him, and he almost passed by without taking a breath.
"Leader, are you here to assassinate me?"
"I'm here to visit you." Shen Jiang sat on the chair, "I brought you food, don't be ungrateful."
She threw the chocolate onto Phytolacca's hospital bed, tilted her head and watched leisurely as the latter unwrapped the bright red package. Phytolacca took two bites, wondering why this man looked so much like he was feeding a dog? He immediately gave up the idea and said chocolate could not be fed to dogs because the dogs would be poisoned.
"This packaging is quite festive." Phytolacca asked, "Did it come to the wedding?"
Shen Jiang shook his head: "No one is getting married, but it's just the Chinese New Year, so I changed the packaging. Isn't it going to be Laba Festival soon?"
In a society that has experienced great collapse and retreat, emphasizing traditional holidays seems to be a formality. Everyone is setting up a stage to tell you that everything is business as usual, but it is stretched in all aspects. Chen Yu said that it is a means of stabilizing people's hearts. , the more advanced the base, the more so. In this era, there are not many things that can make people feel warm. Holidays and holidays are just one thing. It provides an opportunity for lonely young people to hug together and keep warm.
What else in this world can make people warm?
Hug each other in the long cold night. If you can't see the dawn, treat others as the sun.
As the New Year is approaching, the logistics department distributes new clothes and fruit baskets to everyone, allows people to go out, organizes activities, and holds a huge collective wedding. The marriage urging brigade in the direct engineering section of the base has begun a new round of inspections. Phytolacca lies on the The hospital watched all this silently.
It was like celebrating a festival in a huge mourning hall. Some people were sad and some were singing.
His eyes suddenly stopped at Shen Jiang's mouth and nose.
Shen Jiang raised his hand and hurriedly took out a tissue from his pocket: "My day, I have another nosebleed."
"Compared to me, you are the one who is more likely to be hospitalized." Phytolacca said, "Can't your nosebleed problem be cured? Are other drivers the same as you?"
"Others are not like this." Shen Jiang said, "The side effects of the BCI system are different for everyone. Some people have severe insomnia and can't sleep all night long. They are much more uncomfortable than me."
"Then what happened to him?"
"who?"
"The one with severe insomnia and couldn't sleep." Phytolacca replied, "Did he get cured later?"
"He is dead." Shen Jiang said.
"Leader, has your training been going well recently? Are you used to the OPM-MEG system?" Shanglu asked, "You must be careful. That OPM-MEG helmet is currently the only one in the world. , it’s so precise that if it breaks, you don’t know who to call to fix it.”
"Whether I am going well or not, you should be clear about it. How can a thousand-year-old vixen pretend to be a weasel? Supervisor, you are the mastermind behind the strategizing of the work office. Aren't you the one who has everything under your control?" Shen Jiang sneered, "Rabin-Shang is worth it It has reached the standard value of 0.12, but it is always close to completing the breakthrough. Your office told me...their original words were that a head-on blow is needed. Supervisor, what does a head-on blow mean?"
"It's obvious that they plan to put a sack on you on your way to get off work and then hit you with a brick in the head."
"This joke is so cold." Shen Jiang exhaled and covered his hands, "Supervisor, this damn place is so cold."
Shang Lu saw her dark eyes darting here and there, and finally stopped on his bed. The atmosphere was getting more and more uncomfortable. Shang Lu subconsciously pressed the quilt tightly with both hands, "No."
Shen Jiang slowly narrowed his eyes: "You will regret it."
"If it's cold, go back and rest, leader." Phytolacca's attitude was tough, "You can't compete with the sick for quilts."
Shen Jiang shrugged: "I didn't want to snatch the quilt from you."
Before leaving, the girl reminded Shanglu to remember the program rehearsal at the New Year's party. This was something he lost to her. Shanglu smiled and nodded and said, "Don't worry, leader, your order is an imperial edict, and you will definitely be satisfied." The girl stood She turned around at the door of the ward, holding the doorknob in her hand, and stood there for a short while. At that moment, Phytolacca was not sure what she was thinking. Her beautiful eyes seemed to reveal the look of a predator watching its prey, and she was a little excited. , and a little fierce, it seemed that it was reasonable for her to come over and really snatch Phytolacca's quilt the next moment, push him under her body and kiss him deeply, but she did nothing, turned around, opened the door and left after a few seconds.
The snow was falling heavily outside the door, like white paper money all over the sky.
At the end of the month, when Shangli Guangrong was discharged from the hospital, the labor office prepared a welcome ceremony to show the results of their rehearsals for so many days. This was a task that Shangluk had given him and he had to hand in his homework when he was discharged from the hospital.
Wang Xiangbing, Li Wenxuan, Zhang Chongbaishu quickly lined up.
"preparation--"
"Music up!"
The eldest uncle who died heroically in the execution ground and remained fearless stood in the first place. He raised his eyebrows as if he were facing the stage curtain, behind which were thousands of troops.
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On this New Year's Eve, January 27, 2017, everyone in the management office lined up vertically, and the stage curtain was slowly raised.
There was a drummer sitting under a lonely spotlight. There was actually a rock talent in the 151 base. Wang Xiangbing went all over the base headquarters before he found out about this drum master from the communications department. It was said that he was in a certain band before the collapse. The core backbone, touring bars across the country. After the Great Collapse, society was turned upside down. Seeing that it was impossible to pursue his music dream, this brother resolutely joined the army during the great retreat and was assigned to the 151 Nanshan Support Base.
After many years, he picked up the drum hammer again and struck the first strong sound on the cymbal!
The lights flashed amidst the sound of metal trembling! The flashing spotlights swept around and then focused on the tall and muscular body in the center of the stage, outlining a sharp-edged shadow from the darkness. The shadow bent over, with its left hand drooping as its waist was twisted, and its right hand raised high back. , the muscles all over the body were tense, as if a majestic power was solidified here, and low exclamations swept over from the other side of the audience.
This is the most famous sculpture in history, The Discus Thrower.
Even bigger exclamations came over, because the audience saw the person clearly, it was a tall, strong and naked man - ah, no, not naked, he was wearing a gray tights.
This ancient Greek sculpture-like appearance stunned everyone present, strong and graceful.
This is the highlight moment since the establishment of the Office of Operations. The new director Shanglu led them to announce to the world that the Office of Operations is still alive in this way. The way they appeared shocked the past and present, and shocked ancient Greece. 151. Uncle Wang Xiangbing stood powerfully on the stage in the posture of a discus thrower, and others also stood powerfully in the posture of a discus thrower behind him - this is the first signal that the Operator Office wants to express: Strong and powerful!
The drummer hits the cymbal again.
The posture of the sculpture on the stage began to change. His limbs moved rhythmically driven by the knotted muscles. The four figures were uniform and formed one body. The sculpture was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a fist with his right hand against his chin, and stopped! He became the second famous sculpture, The Thinker.
This is the second signal that the management office wants to express to the outside world: Be wise!
The uncle has good skills. His movements are clean and neat, and his timing is accurate. Li Wenxuan, Zhang Zhong, and Bai Shu are in perfect harmony with him, and they jointly perform the great sculptures in history-this dance with both humanistic and artistic flavor and rhythm relies on a lot of workmanship. It would be impossible for a stupid person to design it even with all his brains. It was actually completed with the help of Chen Yu, who had extensive knowledge of the past and present, and processed it during the original welcoming ceremony of the Operator's Office. Phytolacca said that the dance should reflect the work of the Operator's Office. Purpose and Spirit – Powerful! Can think! Big fist! Tough mouth!
Finally, the workers formed the Vitruvian Man, the eight-armed Nezha, and the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. Finally, the ninety-nine were reunited, and waves of people began to flow up, down, left, up, down, left, and right.
At this time, the prelude to Wang Feng's "Orphans of the Beautiful World" sounded.
Uncle Wang Xiangbing turned in a circle with at least 20 years of experience as a ballet dancer, then stepped aside and transformed into a discus thrower, so powerful! Li Wenxuan followed closely behind and flashed to the other side to become a thinker, be wise! The people in the work office got out of the way one after another, and their fists had to be big! Be tough! They lined up on the stage to form four sculptures, revealing the people hidden at the end of the line.
Phytolacca held the microphone in his hand and sang the first line:
"Don't cry my dear."
Two seconds later a clear female voice sounded:
"I think we'll die together."
When Shen Jiang appeared from the side of the stage, she caused a tsunami of screams and cheers from the audience. Today, Shen Jiang was wearing casual clothes and blue denim trousers. Compared with the girls from other departments who wore long skirts on the stage, she looked smart and simple, but she was carefully dressed. After cutting her hair and putting on light makeup, Fendai suppressed the coldness and fierceness in her eyes, making her look like a popular and beautiful senior in the university art troupe. She smiled and waved to the crowd, walking briskly. Shangluca thought that for people with severe face blindness, the audience might be filled with carrots and cabbages, so they would not be nervous.
Probably very few people knew that the giant weapon pilot of Shenlong had such a side, so the majority of male compatriots unanimously pointed their fingers at the man singing duet with her on the stage.
Shang Lu noticed that someone was looking at him unkindly, but it was too late to back down now. He could only bite the bullet and sing:
“Don’t cry summer roses.”
Shen Jiang answered easily:
"It's all over."
Why did she sing this song "Orphans of the Beautiful World"? Shen Jiang said that this song was the one she sang the most when she was tortured in training, so she was most familiar with it.
Shen Jiang naturally looked directly into Shang Lu's eyes. She had the advantage in this situation because she was not afraid of human faces. There was a hint of arrogance and joy in her beautiful and clear eyes under the light. She didn't know if it was true or not. , at this moment, is the villain in her heart still looking at the outside world coldly? Is she happy?
Shang Lu could never see through this woman. He could only see the small sparkling sequins left by makeup between her eyebrows and eyes, the high and delicate bridge of her nose, the warm and moist lipstick and the corners of her mouth.
He didn't dare to look anymore, focused his eyes on the microphone, lowered his head and sang the next line:
"Look at the cars passing by and the neon lights flashing in the distance. It looks like our dreams."
Shen Jiang suddenly took Shang Lu's hand, and the latter's heart skipped a beat. He tilted his head subconsciously and saw that the other party was also looking over. At that moment, Shang Lu was swayed by her beauty, as if she was sleeping in a deep sleep. In the cockpit of the giant machine, it was like she was standing under the stage lights - long after that, Phytolacca could still recall the splendor and beauty of the girl tonight, and occasionally questioned whether this scene only appeared in dreams, he thought repeatedly After thinking about it repeatedly, he finally had to admit that he had never been able to figure out this person. He could only remember the second half of the sentence she sang:
"Come my dear, let us dance together tonight."
At this second, on the stage with everyone's attention on New Year's Eve, Shanglu remembered that Chen Yu once said to himself: Let her fall in love with you.
