Chapter 202: A pot of drinking is a good time

At this time, two people came over, and Dong Ming waved his hand at the two people: "You guys are here too, I lost a lot of cards last time, play cards together tonight, we must win back!"

As he spoke, he glanced back at Yan Jiucheng, and then walked towards the two of them.

The international reporter station was full of laughter, some people were drinking, some people were playing cards in the corner, and some people were analyzing the information with their hands, and the night was already very thick, except for a very few people who went upstairs to rest, everyone else basically did not sleep.

This kind of night, you can't sleep.

Lao Hang has already mixed with that group of people, he is a sophisticated person, fast friends, and it is good to be familiar with people, and the seven or eight people who play cards will be handed over to Lao Han.

Gu Miqing chatted with the female reporters.

And Yan Jiucheng was not idle, he stared at a few suspicious ones, and paid attention while drinking.

And Xuan Lin went upstairs early, staring in front of his notebook, there are so many people here, there are various forces, no matter how powerful they are, they definitely need to be connected. Yan Jiucheng and they fought a battle in reality, while Xuanlin fought a battle on the Internet.

The night was dark, and in the early hours of the morning, except for the group of card players, the others went up to sleep one after another.

"Will someone do something to Dong Ming at night?" Gu Miqing said.

"He's going to be careful, and if someone dies so quickly in the international press station, it will cause a stir, so probably not. Yan Jiucheng took off his coat and sat on the bed.

"Well, the best time for those people to do it was when he went to Wishing Street to photograph the place where Shawk died. Gu Miqing sighed softly and sat down beside Yan Jiucheng.

When she entered the room, she felt that her back hurt a lot, and as soon as she sat down, her brows were pulled in pain.

"I'll see. Yan Jiucheng lifted her clothes, Gu Miqing turned around very cooperatively, and saw that the wound was fine, which made people breathe a sigh of relief.

"It takes time to heal, nothing. Gu Miqing stood up, she was obviously a little uneasy, walking back and forth in the room.

Yan Jiucheng knew what she was upset about, the heavy breath made people a little breathless, Dong Ming's self-exposure made death just around the corner, not suddenly, but slowly.

It's so uncomfortable.

You look at your teammates, suffocating little by little, but there's nothing you can do about it.

"Do you want to save it?" After Gu Miqing finished saying this, she sighed heavily, holding her forehead with one hand, she didn't need to ask Yan Jiucheng to know: she can't be saved.

Once saved, it is exposed.

Dong Ming is now the bait, the bait to lure out the enemy.

And the same is true for the enemy.

Gu Miqing stopped talking, but stood at the window, wanting to open the window to breathe, but couldn't, so he could only stand blankly through the thick curtain cloth.

Tears flowed out of his eyes and dripped down his body.

And Yan Jiucheng didn't speak, just closed his eyes with a blue face, and his head shook from time to time. In any scene downstairs, on any face, he noticed any words that anyone communicated, and it was like a spider web in his brain, so the face, the information came out.

Life is precious.

Can't be wasted.

Yan Jiucheng clenched his fists, and there were tears in his eyes, but there was no time to fall, he had to race against time to analyze any detail he saw.

Sometimes, a single detail can make all it take to find a person.

Dong Ming has been playing cards at the bottom, he tries to be with the crowd as much as possible, rather than acting alone, although it is unlikely that he will be assassinated by international reporters, but it is always right to be on guard.

After drinking those two sips of wine with Yan Jiucheng and taking a few photos with Lao Hang, he never had any contact with Yan Jiucheng and his party, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were red when he played cards with others.

Except for the black hand who discovered his identity, no one would have thought that the greasy fat man in front of him who had won a lot of money with a good hand was counting down the time of his life.

"You're so lucky. One person depressedly threw away the card and handed the money to Dong Ming.

"Hey, hey, hey. Dong Ming smiled and took the money, put it in front of him, and patted the rather thick stack of money: "Today, brother, I'll gamble!"

Dong Ming stood up with a smile and patted his buttocks: "I'll go up and pee, who will take over for a while." ”

Dong Ming, who turned to go upstairs, took a bottle of beer and staggered up the stairs, he was fat and creaked on the wooden stairs.

Burst......

I let out a lazy fart, and the sound was loud.

"Dong Ming is comfortable enough, that fart is really loud. ”

"It's even how many games I've won, and the fart smells of money. ”

"Yes, I'm so lucky, today he is the reincarnation of the God of Gamblers. ”

Several people playing cards laughed and glanced at Dong Ming, in their opinion, Dong Ming's fate tonight is really good, and he walks so leisurely. But I don't know what is hidden behind Dong Ming's smiling face.

Dong Ming just hummed a song and entered the room arranged for him, the boxes in the room were quietly placed, and he didn't clean it up, there was nothing to clean up, no more than eight hours of work.

Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, we will go to photograph the place where Sholk died.

It is also the place where he is about to die.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was broken and motionless.

If only time could be like a clock, standing still.

......

Dong Ming put the wine glass on the belt around his waist, the bottle cap was easily opened, and he took the wine and poured it onto the bed, which was crushed by his body.

I didn't take off my shoes, I just put my feet on the bed and took a sip of wine.

Dong Ming closed his eyes and slowly swallowed the wine.

"If only we could drink a glass of rice wine from our hometown before we die. Dong Ming thought to himself, stretched out his tongue and licked between his teeth, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of rice wine.

Ay......

He sighed softly.

"Mother, I'm sorry. Dong Ming raised his wine glass, shook it towards the window, and took another sip. Xu was a little uncomfortable lying down, so he adjusted his posture a little more.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and he quickly reached out and wiped his hand.

Dong Ming sat up, took out the computer from the box, opened it and found a photo in the folder, clicked on it, this is a photo near his hometown, nearly twenty years ago, the most prosperous street was also in tatters.

Small county town, poor.

There are some non-mainstream people in the photo, and more of them are simple people. Women who occasionally lift their arms still have black hair under their armpits. At that time, women did not know how to dress up, and they did not know how to shave their armpit hair.

And now it is different, this street has long been renovated and turned into an industrial area. The women on the street are no longer plain-faced, not to mention that there will be no black hair under the armpits, and girls with beautiful clothes and makeup will grab a handful.

"I'd love to go back and see. Dong Ming muttered, stretched out his hand and touched the photo.

Many people don't know that behind the peace, there are people like Dong Ming. Especially for some people who are money-conscious, this is simply unimaginable. According to the commonly used words on the Internet: Is the food not delicious, or the game is not fun, do you want to do this?

But in this world, there are indeed people like Dong Ming.

Willing to sacrifice their lives to protect trillions of fellow citizens. And among these trillions of compatriots, there are those who are motivated and those who are not motivated, those who respect heroes, and those who ridicule heroes.

This includes the elderly, but also children.

Including good people, but also scum.

And these people will never know Dong Ming, they will not be grateful to him, and even some people will laugh at him even if they know about the existence of this kind of thing.

Isn't it good to live well? If you don't have this ability, you can be a counterspy? As soon as you make a move, you will be killed, who is to blame? Some people may even laugh at him for being a greasy uncle. If it's more chilling than this, it will easily appear on the Internet, and it will also appear on other heroes more than once.

What do you get?

Dong Ming gently stroked this photo of his hometown, there were tears in his eyes, but there was a smile on his face, he did not regret it.

A sentence in Goethe's Faust is apt: even if you sell your soul, you must find someone who can afford to pay the price.

Dong Ming handed over his soul to the state, and this price was already enough.

"A glass of turbid wine is thousands ......of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan to return," Dong Ming hummed softly, he had a habit of humming a little song that was out of tune casually.

Hum and drink at the same time.

Time is running out, leaving him alone to silently say goodbye to the world is running out, for a while, he has to continue to go downstairs to play cards, laugh with people, and play all night as much as possible, a few more people around, the possibility of others to start is lower.

In the last time left for himself, he hummed a little song, his legs shook and shaking, and he picked out his nostrils, pulled out a lump of boogers, and flicked it out with his hands.

"A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, Yan Ran has no plan to return......" The little song is very ugly and out of tune, but Dong Ming sings very comfortably, as if what he will face next is not death, but the cordiality of going home.

Minutes and seconds passed.

He sat up on the floor, took a pen and paper from the box, and began to write with a frown.

"There is no plan, there is no plan.

It's just a handful of loess and a few white bones.

It's cool in autumn, lie down and drink a pot,

Drunk carefree, drunk carefree.

A soul is cut off, dyed with a few wisps of wine;

It's a good time to leave. ”

After writing this little song, he thought about the title, thought about it, but the title was not decided, and looked at the time, five minutes had passed.

These were his last words, his last words to the world.

"Well, it's time...... Left. "Dong Ming drew a picture in that line 'just at the right time', and took out a small bowl from the box, this small bowl was begged for by him in the temple, and he originally planned to put his ashes.

pondered for a while, and put "just a handful of loess, a few white bones." Changed to: "It's just a bowl of loess and a few white bones." ”

The ashes contained in the bowl can be cast into a good womb in the next life.

The deaths of war correspondents are cremated in the crematorium nearby, and Scholk's ashes are still there, and he can still be a companion, and when the time comes, he will be put in this bowl.

"Good song, in the next life, I will be reincarnated as a writer. Dong Ming took the paper and looked at the little song he wrote, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he knocked on the bowl, making a buzzing sound.

Then he took the lighter, went to the bathroom, burned the paper on which he had written this little song, and flushed it with water.

With the last words of the world, washed away.

He looked in the mirror, straightened his hair with water, and burped himself in the mirror.

Grinning.

"Goodbye. Dong Ming waved his hand at himself in the mirror.

At the end, when I went out, I still muttered: "I didn't expect a good title, it's a pity." ”

Opened the door and said in a loud voice: "My Dong gambling god is back again!

"Oh no, you're going to have bad luck next, and it's not certain who wins and who loses. ”

"Yes. ”

Playing cards with him were old buddies who had seen him in the war zone before, and one was smiling slightly not far away, quietly looking at Dong Ming, Dong Ming knew that that person was an enemy.

Enemies waiting for their lives.

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ps: I was a little reluctant to let this Dong Ming, who had only lived for three or four chapters, write a little song, you can take it on the road.