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Looking at the blank white paper in front of her and the computer screen next to her, which also didn't have a word, Yumemi Okazaki gently tapped her temple with a pen with a distressed expression. On the other side of the table, only half of the coffee was completely out of heat, and the rapid raindrops pounded on the windows with a "crackling" sound—the city of Cambridge hadn't seen a rain like this in a while. Because of this heavy rain, the person who lives with her, who is also an assistant, Qianyuri, decides to stay in MIT's physics lab today, so now she is the only one in this house. After a moment of frantil at the table, the genius professor sighed weakly and spread his hands on the table with an exhausted look.

It had been nearly five months since she returned to the United States from that land of the East, and during these five months, Yumemi Okazaki had tried countless times to recall the thoughts she had in writing that paper, but none of them succeeded, no matter how hard she tried to think about it, the god of inspiration, this miser, never again refused to show her favors, leaving her alone to explore in a labyrinth of formulas.

It made her feel terrible.

Standing up and leaning back on the back of the chair, Yumemi Okazaki looked around, dragged the computer in front of her, and almost subconsciously checked her mailbox again: the email sent a long time ago, and there was still no reply.

It's been so long. She thought. He...... You really won't forgive me.

The feeling of loneliness suddenly came over her, mixed with the feeling of confusion and powerlessness, making her feel even more uncomfortable. Standing up and walking to the window, pulling back the curtains, looking at the huge curtain made of water droplets between heaven and earth, Yumemi Okazaki sighed again. It's just that this sigh is obviously different from just now - the sigh just now contains fatigue and helplessness, but this time, it is full of sadness.

It's like a dark and gloomy sky outside the window.

Closing the curtains again, she picked up her coffee cup and poured out the cold coffee inside, ready to brew again. There is no doubt that tonight is naturally going to be up late again......

A burst of melodious music suddenly rang out from the computer on the desk. It was the sound of the doorbell. It's already so late, it's still the same weather outside, who will it be? Express delivery? With this question in mind, Yumemi Okazaki put the empty coffee cup back on the table and called up the video window. A man in a poncho soon appeared on the screen, his hat covering his face, and the water droplets on his raincoat kept flowing downward, quickly making the ground beneath his feet wet. Strangely, the raincoat on his body gave Yumemi Okazaki an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Just as she was recalling, the other party spoke:

"Excuse me, is Miss Okazaki from MIT living here?"

It's Chinese!

Hearing the words coming out of the visitor's mouth, she suddenly thought of where that strange familiarity came from: of course she had seen that raincoat, that is, in Taiwan, when it rained, those PLA people were all raincoats of this style and color!

She suddenly tensed. What is the other party here for? Is it because of that email?

"Strange. There should be people with the lights on. Seeing that the people in the room did not react, the visitor muttered a sentence, then thought for a while, and took out a small note, which said some English, to the effect that if you can't understand what I said, then please knock on the microphone, and I'm really sorry to find the wrong place. Seeing the note on the screen, Yumemi Okazaki quickly calmed down and made her voice as normal as possible: "I am Yumemi Okazaki." Can I help you? ”

"That's it. It's great to be at home. The visitor nodded, "If I could, could I talk to you face-to-face?" ”

"What the hell is going on? You'd better explain it first. Although she didn't want to do this, Yumemi Okazaki's tone revealed obvious vigilance and resistance, "I'm working right now, and I'm about to take a break." If it's not anything important, let's talk about it tomorrow. ”

"It's really not a big deal. It's just the behesitation of my comrades-in-arms. The other man looked up, as if to look at the time, "He asked me to bring you a manuscript of the paper." ”

"Manuscript?" Suddenly, the face that had been with him in Taiwan appeared in Okazaki Yumemi's mind, "Your comrade-in-arms? He...... How is he doing now? How are you doing? ”

Hearing this, the other party was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "He's dead." In that war. ”

He's dead? That guy, that really nice guy...... He's dead?

Yumemi Okazaki suddenly felt as if her heart had been pierced by something sharp, and the pain was so severe that her consciousness was blank for two seconds. However, the man at the door naturally could not know her current state, and continued to say as if talking to himself: "There is not even a corpse left. He was still thinking about it when he left his last words. This guy ...... Miss Okazaki, can you come down and get the manuscript? I have to catch a flight back to China. ”

"Ahhh Coming back to her senses, Yumemi Okazaki nodded, immediately put on a coat, walked downstairs, and came to the door. When the door was opened, a flash of lightning struck outside the house, and the hooded figure in the doorway looked a little terrifying in the sudden flash, as if it were- like death.

Seeing her open the door, the person standing at the door silently pulled the manuscript out of his bosom. The pile of waterproof paper still had a slight temperature, and in some places it was wrinkled and stained. In the upper right corner of this stack of papers, a pink reservoir is hung from a rope of the same color, swaying slightly in the air. Reaching out to take this paper, which was extremely important for her work, Yumemi Okazaki stood on the spot in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"I've done my best to smooth out the wrinkles. I don't understand the things on it, and I don't know if it's missing. Please check it out. The poncho-clad man said, "If there are no problems, my task is done." ”

"Hmm......" Hearing the other party's words, Yumemi Okazaki quickly lowered her head and checked the manuscript in her hand. She was relieved that there was nothing missing, and that other defacements would not have an impact on the general idea of the reading. However, when she saw the last page, the red blood stains that she didn't know how to stain, the painful emotion came to her heart again, "There is no problem......

"Then I'll go first." The other man nodded and turned away. Although she kept her head down, Yumemi Okazaki always felt that he turned around very unnaturally, "The plane is about to take off." I don't have a lot of time. ”

"Need my help calling a taxi? Please let me pay this advance as a thank you......"

"There's no need for that, and there's no need to thank me. I just did what I wanted to do. At this, the man suddenly paused, then raised his head, looked at the sky, and said in a barely audible voice, "Can you come and see him?" I'm waiting for you at eight o'clock at the Monument to the People's Heroes. ”

"Huh?" Putting the manuscript away and looking up, Yumemi Okazaki blinked in confusion and asked, "Did you just say anything?" ”

"No, nothing, nothing was said." Shaking his head, the other man continued to move. At this time, Okazaki Yumemi realized that he was on crutches. "Hurry up and get back to work, or rest."

The army-green raincoat quickly disappeared into the black rain curtain. Standing at the door for a long time, looking at the manuscript in her hand, Yumemi Okazaki wiped off the "raindrops" that hit her face with her hand, and turned around and returned to the house.

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October 7, Beijing. Tiananmen square.

I didn't have time to summarize the ideas of the manuscript and pushed down several academic seminars, but Yumemi Okazaki still came here with the shortest preparation time.

As autumn progresses, the northwest wind doesn't hurt like a knife, but the leaves that are piling up on the streets are proof that summer is gone. At this time, the temperature in Beijing should be the most comfortable, neither the heat of summer, nor the cold of winter, the sky is high and cool, which makes people feel excited. In the immediate aftermath of the National Day, the shadows of the 100th birthday of the Republic can still be seen everywhere in Tiananmen Square, but the celebratory and encouraging atmosphere of the day has gradually faded away, and the cleaning robots that have just been put into trial operation are roaming around, cleaning the fallen leaves and other garbage blown by the wind, quite a feeling of loneliness and depression after the holiday. However, this atmosphere does not affect anything, the armed police standing guard in the square are still standing straight, the gradually rolling out electric cars are still driving quietly on Chang'an Avenue, and tourists from all over the world are still holding up their photographic tools, wanting to preserve the evidence of their past visits to the place, leaving it for themselves to reminisce about in the future.

As one of the symbols of the square, the Monument to the People's Heroes standing in the center of the square has naturally become the primary photo object for tourists. After tidying up her windswept red hair, Yumemi Okazaki strolled to the tall building and looked up at the 38-meter-high monument. Although the 100-year history is nothing compared to the Tiananmen Square opposite, the long years still leave countless mottled traces on its body. Looking at the eight vigorous and powerful gilded characters on it, she read out softly: "The people's heroes are eternal...... Immortal? ”

Is it immortal? If there is no deviation in my understanding of this word, what thing in this world can be immortalized without the second law of thermodynamics?

"The inscription on the back is more detailed." Suddenly, a male voice sounded beside her, "I've been remembering that passage since I was a child. Until after joining the army, he often talked about it. ”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and read out the familiar text word by word in Mandarin:

"Over the past three years, the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution have been immortalized!

Over the past 30 years, the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in the People's Liberation War and the People's Revolution have been immortalized!

From this point on, in the year 1,840, the people's heroes who sacrificed their lives in all struggles in order to oppose internal and external enemies and fight for national independence and the freedom and happiness of the people are immortal!"

His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily powerful. Yumemi Okazaki suddenly felt the feeling of heartache again, but this time it was not the stinging pain, but like a hard knock on the chest, the painful feeling gradually spread from one point and could not dissipate. Turning her head, she was greeted by a tall figure, dressed in a clean and tidy military uniform, but with a loss of rank on her shoulders. Where it should have been the right leg, only an empty trouser leg remained. The breeze blows, and it also sways gently together. She suddenly understood the meaning of the word "immortal" in this passage:

Those people are gone forever. Therefore, the living can only use such empty words to remember them.

"After the brutal war and sacrifice, you and I can finally understand what the person who wrote this article was in at that time." Seeing the expression on the other party's face, the soldier turned around and smiled bitterly. Yumemi Okazaki found that she had some impressions of this angular face, "but ......"

As he spoke, he put his gaze back on the monument: "It's a pity, there will be no place for my comrades-in-arms on this monument." Hehe. ”

"You ......"

"My name is Wang Da, his regimental leader." Turning around again, Wang Da walked towards Chang'an Street, "I knew you would come." I trust in the vision of my commissar. Alright, let's go. ”

"Wait," Okazaki Yumemi asked, "Where are we going?" ”

"Do you need to ask, Commissar's Scientist?" Moving forward slowly, Wang Da said without looking back, "Didn't you come to see him?" Then let's go. ”

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