Chapter 105: Five-Colored Horse, Green Sword
Lao Bai hopes that the headquarters can also be generous. Compared with the sci-fi route taken by other teams, the realistic route taken by his team is not cool enough. The endless meetings and documents signed every day make Lao Bai feel like he is doing personnel work in the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. It is simply a civilian job! This does not fit Lao Bai's tone. When has he been willing to sit in front of the table and type on the keyboard - except when he is a keyboard warrior and arguing with people online.
In general, what the command center is doing now is different from what Bai Zhen imagined, and it is also different from Hollywood science fiction blockbusters. Without earth-shaking big moves, can it be called saving the world?
Lao Zhao said not to worry, there will be big deals.
Speak of the devil, and here he comes. Before Lao Zhao could finish his words, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his face changed.
"What's wrong?" Bai Zhen and Wang Ning asked.
Zhao Bowen didn't answer, waved his hand, and ran out in small steps to answer the phone.
Lao Bai and Lao Wang looked at each other and leaned over to eavesdrop.
"Hello? It's me... What's the matter?" Old Zhao lowered his voice, "Give me a definite answer, can Miss Qiu get married?"
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The next day.
Bai Yang was woken up early in the morning by his mother. Not only did his mother not stand on his side, but she also became an accomplice and helped outsiders. This made Bai Yang heartbroken.
"Put on your cotton pants!"
Bai Yang wrapped himself tightly and went out shivering. He was woken up at 6:20 in the morning. Such torture was simply inhumane. Every minute in the quilt on a winter morning was as precious as gold. One more minute was a great satisfaction for Bai Yang. In order to stay in the bed a little longer, Bai Yang tried every means to fight wits and courage with his mother - the first rule was that he would not move until her mother moved. He knew very well that his mother would enter the bedroom after three warnings, so when his mother shouted to get up for the first time, Bai Yang would reply in a long voice, "Get up," and then continue to sleep.
Three minutes later, my mother will call me a second time, and I will reply, "Get up," and then go back to sleep.
Three minutes later, mother called for the third time. At this time, Bai Yang sat up. Mother just pushed the door open and took a look. She saw Bai Yang got up and ended calling him to get up early.
Bai Yang sat up and unfolded his sweater, spreading it flat on the quilt, pretending to be getting dressed, but actually falling asleep again.
Getting dressed can also buy five minutes of sleep time. As the saying goes, time is money, and money can't buy time. The current gold price is 340 yuan per gram. Bai Yang has bought five minutes of time, which is five minutes of gold, at least 3,400 yuan.
That's how money is saved.
The winter mornings in Nanjing are very cold. Before going out, Bai Yang looked at the weather for today. It was sunny to cloudy, with the lowest temperature being only 4 degrees Celsius.
Under the strong pressure from his mother, he dressed up as a Michelin tire man. When he went downstairs, he saw Lian Qiao standing on the edge of the lawn wearing only a thin sweater and a pair of jeans, humming softly with his hands in his pockets.
Bai Yang thought that she had a very good physique and was very resistant to cold.
The girl saw Bai Yang coming down and took out her cell phone to check the time. It was half past six in the morning.
“Fairly on time.”
Lian Qiao nodded.
The two of them went out and walked north along Alfalfa Garden Street, turned to Zhongshanmen Street and jogged towards Zijin Mountain. There were few pedestrians at this time and the road was unobstructed. Lianqiao planned to run five kilometers in half an hour. In the army, 23 minutes is considered a passing mark for five kilometers with no load and light luggage. Lianqiao can usually run within 20 minutes. She thought that extending the time to half an hour would be enough, but she still overestimated the opponent's strength.
Soon Bai Yang could not keep up with Lian Qiao's pace and speed. The girl's short black hair was bouncing regularly, and her pace was steady without any sign of weakening. He thought that this girl had great stamina, as she could run two or three kilometers without even panting.
Bai Yang breathed in deeply, as if there was mint in his throat. The cool air was inhaled into his lungs and exhaled again, carrying the temperature of the human body and condensing into mist in the air. Lian Qiao ran faster than him. Bai Yang could see her short hair bouncing with her steps and her slightly red ears. Balls of swirling white mist diffused in the air.
It seemed like a good morning exercise, but the scary thing was that Lian Qiao was shouting slogans.
"Ya-two-one! Ya-two-one! One-two-three-four--!"
"One, two, three, four!"
The shout was so loud that it pierced the clouds and split the rocks.
Bai Yang only regretted that he had not gotten up earlier. The occasional pedestrians on the road all looked at them with strange and surprised eyes. If they encountered rush hour for going to work or school, facing the people coming and going, wouldn't they be embarrassed like throwing a liar into Xuanwu Lake?
But Lian Qiao held his head high, looked straight ahead, and shouted slogans in an orderly and vigorous manner.
"Wait...wait for me..."
Bai Yang ran out of breath.
Lian Qiao stopped by the roadside, turned around and waited for him.
"Why are you so weak?" The girl shook her head. "Bai Yang, I have to say that I am deeply worried about the physical fitness of young Chinese people and the future of the country. A strong youth means a strong country. How can you build a strong modern socialist country with your physical strength?"
"You're a professional!" Bai Yang propped himself up on his knees, panting, his chest aching. "How can I possibly compare to you? Big sister, think about how good our athletic ability can be as high as those of us high school seniors who sit in the classroom every day? Can we compare to someone like you who can run a five-kilometer cross-country race like a daily routine?"
Lian Qiao bent down and patted Bai Yang gently on the back.
"Shall we take a break then?"
They ran to the Xiamafang Ruins Park, which was only two or three kilometers away. It took them fifteen minutes. Bai Yang was exhausted, so they stood on the side of the road to rest.
"You are such a loser," Lian Qiao said. "As someone who wants to save the world, this is not professional enough."
"You're not much better. When you were hiding in the restaurant as a waiter, we noticed you at first sight." Bai Yang also questioned Lian Qiao's professional quality. "How can a plainclothes officer like you be recognized at first sight?"
"What do you mean by lurking? What do you mean by plainclothes?" Lian Qiao frowned. "Who is lurking? Who is plainclothes? Let me tell you, among all the people around you, I am the only one who does not need to lurk or disguise. Have you ever seen a counselor who needs to disguise himself?"
"Then why do you want to be a waiter?"
"Who told you I was a waiter?" Lian Qiao asked back, "I just saw that the boss lady was too busy, so I stepped forward to help her out. This is called learning from Lei Feng."
She argued convincingly.
"Also, I'm warning you, don't do anything weird. You are now a key surveillance target." Lian Qiao tapped Bai Yang's forehead with her white fingers. "At this moment, there are at least two sniper rifles aiming at your forehead. Do you see the aiming laser dot on your face?"
Bai Yang was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead, touching here and there.
“Is this true or false?”
"Fake."
Lian Qiao hummed and turned her head away.
She was standing on the curb with her hands folded, with a tall lamppost behind her. Bai Yang tilted his head and saw this young girl with short black hair standing in the morning mist in Nanjing, standing on tiptoe, with a tall, strong and slender figure, looking around curiously. It was probably her first time in Nanjing, a new and unfamiliar city. She was not from Nanjing, and "Ah, I want spicy oil" was the only Nanjing dialect she had learned.
"It's such a wonderful place. It would be a shame if it were destroyed," she said.
"Then let's work hard." Bai Yang said.
"Let's go, let's turn around and run back. Two and a half kilometers here, two and a half kilometers there, that's exactly five kilometers." Lian Qiao pushed Bai Yang hard on the back, "Can you sing?"
"Sing a song?"
"Didn't you sing a song during military training in high school?" Lian Qiao asked while running.
"Yes, yes, yes. I can sing "Unity is Strength", "Green Flowers in the Army" and "Strong Army Battle Song."
"No, we don't sing that!" Lian Qiao said, "Come on, sing along with me, get ready——"
Then she hummed the prelude, which Bai Yang thought sounded a bit classical and folk. The original instruments were at least gongs, drums, cymbals, and suona, and it didn’t sound like an impassioned march. Finally, Lian Qiao opened her mouth and began to sing at the top of her voice:
"Five-flowered-horse!
Green-blade-sword!
The country is limitless——!
One journey at night, one journey during the day, the stars and the moon rotate——!"
The girl's voice was melodious and penetrating, able to penetrate the winter morning sun, the tall sycamore trees on the roadside, and the eardrums of people nearby. It was no weaker than Tu Honggang's, at least Bai Yang thought so.
Lianqiao raises the tone:
"Traveling south and north——!
Everything in the world——!
Who can tell the difference between good and evil in this world——!"
Wow, "The Secret Visits of Kangxi" is actually an old song lover.
(End of this chapter)
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