Osa has been in a bad mood recently. He is only a 19-year-old young man, and boys of this age still have fantasies about love.
After clearing out the potential destabilizing factors in the ASNO oil-producing areas, the Jordanian version of grid management was further implemented in the adjacent Middle East Triangle area, which had already calmed down.
To strengthen vocational training for adults, several leading enterprises in the region have further ensured that each of them has at least one person with a formal job and monthly salary.
Then, night school literacy education was carried out on a large scale. Before the Paris Olympics, public security and people's livelihood were basically stabilized.
Osa withdrew the excessive ground and air field forces from the triangular border area, and transferred the National Guard from the central region. The local security police were doubled, and the intelligent information management of the Sara Complex was strengthened. 500 million US dollars were spent to improve the "Skynet" equipment installation and information integration of the Sara Complex, and strengthen information screening.
Zhenbei accompanied Osa, who was obviously not in good shape, to Amman by helicopter. After staying in Amman for three days, Osa submitted a report on the operation to his uncle the king.
Then he and his second brother took the North-South High-Speed Rail back to the Bay Area. At this time, Weiyi had also finished handling the Washington Vale business in Africa and flew to the Bay Area.
The next morning, the three siblings finished their exercise and had breakfast. The only one they noticed was their third brother sitting on the large terrace of Highland Manor in a daze.
Zhenbei knows everything about the love affairs of young people of this age.
It was obvious that the third son was first hurt by a girl named Qin from Beijing, and he was still confused at that time.
Then he was fooled by the Lin family with unknown intentions, and this time he was really hurt.
Zhenbei could only discuss the situation with his father Xiao Zhen at night.
Bring Osa to live in China for a while, and maybe the change of environment will help him get out of it.
The next day, Odin heard that his third brother was in a bad mood and flew to the Aqaba Bay area.
"Second brother, third brother, fourth sister, why don't you all come with me to Sweden for some fun?" Odin suggested.
"I think it's okay. How about Osa pack up and leave?" Zhenbei touched the prince who was in a daze as usual and said
When Odin's private plane landed at Kiruna Airport, the twilight of the Arctic Circle was swallowing up the last rays of light.
Osa looked at the lead-gray clouds outside the porthole, and suddenly remembered the day when Lin Shirley pointed at the artificial starry sky on the observation deck of the Dubai Tower and said, "The aurora should be this blue."
When Zhenbei put the cashmere scarf around his neck, he noticed that his brother's eyes were shining with tears.
The three siblings, wrapped in reindeer-skin blankets, squeezed into the sled, and the huskies' cheerful barking pierced the silence of the snowfield.
The cabins in Abisko National Park are lit with orange lights, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the frozen Lake Torne, with the ice reflecting the aurora like emerald silk.
Weiyi suddenly pointed to the sky: "Look!"
A fluorescent green crack suddenly appeared in the inky black sky. The moment Osa looked up, billions of stars exploded into a flowing Milky Way in the ionosphere.
The aurora was like a veil waved by the gods, dyeing the ice crystals on the young prince's eyelashes into emerald green.
Odin pressed the GoPro into his hand and said, "Third brother, the Sami people say you should shout out your wishes when the aurora appears."
At three o'clock in the morning, the sauna was filled with the aroma of pine wood. Zhenbei heard the crackling sound coming from the ice lake through the birch fence.
Looking through the glass wall, Osa was diving into an ice cave at minus 30 degrees Celsius with his upper body naked. The splashing water condensed into ice beads under the moonlight.
When Wei Yi wanted to rush out to stop them, Zhen Bei shook his head - the men in their family always used extreme methods to heal their wounds.
The next day, at the top of the seven-kilometer black diamond run, the coach repeatedly checked Osa's bindings: "Your Highness, thirteen professional skiers were seriously injured on this track last year."
The young prince adjusted his goggles in silence, his breath beneath the windshield forming frost on the lenses.
The moment the red traffic light turned green, he rushed down the 45-degree steep slope like an arrow.
The whistling cold wind in my ears suddenly turned into Lin Shirley's laughter, her confession under the London Eye on that rainy night holding a transparent umbrella.
Osa suddenly lowered his lower body, and the skis made a sharp hissing sound on the ice.
When the protective net at the third bend brushed against his shoulder armor, he finally roared, and the grievances accumulated for many days were thrown behind him with the flying snow foam.
"Third brother has set a new record on the track!" Odin rushed into the cabin holding a timer, only to find Osa huddled on the carpet in front of the fireplace, shivering.
With his sweat-soaked blond hair plastered to his forehead, the young man stared into the firelight and murmured, "It turns out that weightlessness and heartbreak are the same feeling."
The plum rains in Hangzhou arrived unexpectedly. Xiao Zhen stood on the Heron Viewing Terrace at the Xixi Wetland Villa, watching three children walk across the corridor.
There were dark water marks on the shoulders of Osa's military-style windbreaker, but he insisted on not taking the only umbrella offered to him.
The father's eyes swept over the new scar on his son's collarbone - the mark of being scratched by floating ice while diving in the glacial lake.
"Try the Mingqian Longjing." Xiao Zhen pushed the celadon-glazed teacup across the tea table carved from a single piece of agarwood.
Osa's fingers paused, gripping the cup. He suddenly remembered Lin Shirley's constant complaints about the bitterness of Chinese tea. Amidst the steam rising from the purple clay teapot, his father's voice rang like a bell through the rain: "Do you know why black moves first in Go?"
Black and white jade chess pieces tap against the golden nanmu chessboard, and raindrops weave a bead curtain outside the glass dome.
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