Floating life is like a dream, and once you wake up, the prosperity of the world has withered.

Now that time has passed, everything is as if it were yesterday. Outside the window is a dark place, but the former prosperity is gone. Most of the street lights that had fallen into disrepair had been extinguished, and the shops along the street were closed due to poor business. Zhang Yucheng supported the corner of his forehead with his raised left hand and drank the residual wine in the cup. The tip of the cigarette between his fingers was red, and he watched the white smoke rise, his gaze wandering, not knowing what to think.

Invisible radio waves jump on the signal towers between cities, building a bridge of communication for people who are separated from each other. The military radio was constantly rattling, and the people in the Special Investigation Bureau were busy with their work. At this moment, an old man with his right eye covered and his back combed was sitting alone in the dimly lit corner of the office, silently staring at the moonlight outside the shutters, and the thick cigar in his mouth was smoking.

Lieutenant General Addiway Mellon was tall and burly, with two whiskers of whiskers curled at the corners of his mouth, and the buttons on his military uniform were taut from his bulging belly. I pushed the door open and walked in, put my right fist on my left chest, bowed slightly to him, and respectfully asked, "General, what do you command?" Lieutenant General Addiswell slowly turned from the boss's chair, took away his cigar and said to me, "At ten o'clock tonight, you will go to the underground archives for me and burn me all the contents of it." ”

"Yes, General. I paused and asked him, "Can we see each other again?"

"My only son has died in battle, will they not even spare my old bones? He took a brown paper file bag from the drawer next to him, and when he handed it to me, he instructed, "Yucheng, this is the concession pass I gave you and Shen Manyun." Once you've completed your final mission, it's time to leave Millennium City. ”

"Old man, won't you come with us?"

"If I had absconded for no reason, it would have caused more people to go to jail. Lieutenant General Addiswell sat with his back against the sofa in his office, as if he had aged much in an instant. "But remember, don't trust anyone again. Because here, no one is reliable. He smiled at me as usual, then waved me away. However, in his familiar smile, there was clearly a sense of sadness and helplessness. I slowly closed the door without making a sound. After that, I never saw Lieutenant General Addison again.

As one of the few representatives of the conservative military so far, he naturally failed to escape from this political whirlpool. The Supreme Military Council of the Blue Flag Government voted to arrest Lieutenant General Addiway, and armed gendarmes broke into his residence in the middle of the night and escorted him away. I heard the news two years later, when I met with Lu Shaoqian in Yongjin City.

Lu Shaoqian is a four-star agent in the Special Investigation Bureau, and the former leader of the Third Operational Group. Since the dissolution of the Special Investigation Bureau, the Gendarmerie has been hunting down agents in exile. He secretly contacted local militia forces, exiled intellectuals, and agents of the Bureau of Investigation to form a Black Flag Party against the Blue Flag government. However, I just wanted to live a peaceful life with Shen Manyun, so I did not accept his invitation to join the party.

That night, following the instructions of Lieutenant General Addiswell, I burned down the more than 10-year-old underground archive. Tens of thousands of intelligence information collected from overseas countries, confidential documents within the Blue Flag Party, and the identity information of more than 4,000 agents, including him, were burned. After that, I thought about how to get out of Millennium City as soon as possible.

Every day, people are shot dead by gendarmes in the streets, and the people of the city live in panic all day long. Lieutenant General Addiswell, who has lost power, may face trial in the House of Parliament, and now Millennium City is a tiger's den for me. Faced with a stormy world, I began to feel faintly uneasy.

One day, I may be seen by them. Before that, I had to take Shen Manjun and escape from here with me. Her father, a former president of the Guanghua Society, was implicated in an article in the newspaper he ran that criticized current politics. Not only was Guanghua Daily ordered by the Gendarmerie Corps to suspend publication, but even he himself was classified as a conservative because of this, and finally committed suicide by throwing himself into the river because of the persecution. After that, she also broke off the only concern in this place.

Three days later, Shen Manyun appeared on the platform of Minghuai Railway Station wearing a cyan silk cheongsam. She carried two bulging suitcases in her hands, looking dazed in the crowd. When the train was about to start, Shen Manjun looked around with anxious eyes, and I quietly hugged her from behind. Shen Manjun turned around in panic and hammered my chest with her petite fist. Then she put her arms around my neck and wept with joy. I leaned down slightly and kissed her forehead for a long time.

In that turbulent and chaotic era, our silhouettes blended together in the low autumn sun, leaning on each other like two little yellow flowers on the battlefield.

The snow-white train was draped in a faint twilight and drove into the twilight of the mountains. The rumbling wheels sparked as they hit the rails, and the Chongyang, a group of twenty-one carriages, was carrying a rich steam as it drifted away from the decaying Millennium City.

The old gentleman sitting diagonally opposite him broke the persimmon with his hand, the edge of the gold-rimmed glasses glistened, the ruddy-faced woman coaxed the weeping baby in her arms while the rest of the children chased after her in the noisy aisle, and a girl in fashionable dress stood by the windowsill and painted a landscape, occasionally pressing a top hat adorned with bird's feathers on her head to prevent it from being swept away by the rushing wind.

Shen Manyun, who was sleeping, pressed her nose against the scarf and silently rested her head on my shoulder. She smelled of perfume and was as quiet as a docile cat. Her long, supple black hair fell down on top of her white sweater, and her bosom bosom rose and fell slightly with her steady breathing. The floating clouds in the sky made the light in the carriage bright and dark, and Shen Manyun's soft body swayed with the bumpy carriage. I sat there in contemplation, letting the golden ginkgo biloba scatter and flow through the glass window.

We both missed each other's destinations, so we had to sit all the way to the terminal. I hope that during this long journey, the train will be able to run day and night. Passing through the grasslands of cattle and sheep, the rolling rice paddies of golden waves, and the mines that stretch for thousands of miles, and then along the endless double-track railway, everyone will live and die in it. In this way, we can survive the Red Tide movement.

A few hours later, a train full of passengers whizzed over the sparkling lake and emitted a loud whistle before heading to the mountain tunnel. The chill of late autumn became more and more intense, and the surrounding rivers and mountains could not hide the scene of slaughter. When I tucked the military coat draped over Shen Manyun's shoulders, the smoky white steam and the darkness around had completely submerged the world outside the window.

When we resisted Yongjin City, the bad situation seemed to have improved.

For quite some time, foreign trade had not been closed by order of Salon. The commander of the gendarmerie regiment in the city teamed up with the radical capitalists who had obtained the amnesty decree and brought a steady stream of fuel, food, and various daily necessities from Baekje, Cheonbong, and other countries, taking advantage of the opportunity to make a windfall. As a result, the city's gendarmes took on the responsibility of escorting the ocean-going caravans, and the local economy ushered in a brief golden age. So when we moved here, we started to have fun like crazy.

We've driven along the Ring Road to a nearby coastal town in the dark purple twilight, we've walked hand in hand on the dusk beach, letting the cool waters blow over our bare feet, but the most memorable memories are our experiences in the most expensive Sicilian hotel in Yongjin City.

At that time, the sky above the huge glass canopy was bright and dark, and the crystal chandelier in the shape of a lily flower was shining. The sound of the piano echoed through the glittering halls, and I sat on one side of the table in a tuxedo, sipping the fine wine with my head down. Until Shen Manyun, who was smiling wildly, slowly walked out of the dance floor and stretched out a jade hand with white gauze gloves in front of me. I had to put down my glass, take her hand calmly, and dance with the well-dressed people to the waltz.

At that time, the autumn was crisp, and the wood flowers in the yard were in full swing in the golden wind. Fat crickets crouch on the damp grass and flutter their wings, and the water on the surface of the pool is depicting the moonlight. Time on the clock passed quietly, and we spent the years in each other's snuggling up.

It seems that all the beauty in the world has ushered in the beginning of the twenty-third year of the Yin Kingdom.

After the bath, Shen Manyun walked out of the bath wrapped in a cheongsam and pulled up the wet hair on her shoulders with a plain hand towel. Her pink soles stepped on the saffron-painted tapestry carpet and slowly followed me to the balcony outside the door. Then she took a sip of the glass of red wine I handed her, and her face was slightly flushed, and she couldn't help but smile at me. I put my head against the vine-like window grille and continued to pinch my glass and smoke. Melancholy looked over the interlaced telephone poles in the distance, and looked boredly at the night view of the city.

When the birds swept across the sky in chirp, the sky above Yongjin City was already in the twilight. The dark Xuena River flows all night, and the streets and alleys are lit up in the plummeting night. Speeding cars honk their horns as they pass over the bridge, and several fishing boats entering the harbor flashed their signal lights. Blurred backs flow in the noisy and mottled streets of the neighborhood, and people in a hurry are looking for their own way out of happiness. The sounds and sounds of the world are intertwined in the beautiful autumn night, making the world around us look very noisy and flashy.

At that time, I was taking a puff of smoke in my mouth, but Shen Manjun suddenly came up from behind and kissed me. So I suddenly asked her why she did this, and she didn't answer me like that.

For a while, the dappled light reflected on the side of my face through the stained glass, which looked as beautiful and seductive as a red apple, and she couldn't help but want to kiss me.

Not to mention, the smoke that filled the lungs was closest to the heart, so when she kissed me, the milky white smoke would start to travel from our bodies. In this way, she can also sense the temperature of herself in my heart.

However, there was one thing that Shen Manjun didn't say, but I got the answer from her sincere eyes. That's why she wants us to be poisoned at the same time, but we can't part with each other. She has never been less loving than I am, which is why I have always been in love with her.

After that, I suddenly became interested, and slowly stepped forward to force Shen Manyun into a corner, and stared at her with malicious eyes, the spider in my heart was crawling with desire.

By the time I unbuttoned her cheongsam, her breathing had become heavier. The poor girl just looked at me with a dazzled look, and ran her slender fingers against the back of my neck, and for the first time did not resist me in any way. So I hugged Shen Manjun to the bed, lowered my head and kissed her down along her snow-white neck. The weary hero rests in the temple of the soul, and the smell of the sea begins to fill the golden dreamland.

That night, Shen Manyun's dreams overlapped.