On this morning, Zongheng sat on his hospital bed and read a book as always. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just as he was about to finish reading "The Yellow Nest Rebellion", his ears suddenly heard a soft sound of "bang". The cold hairs on his body stood on end instantly, because the sound made him sound the sound of the fire oil tank bursting on the battlefield.

He put down his book, walked over to the bed, and looked out the window.

The avenue below the building was busy as usual, and there was no abnormality in sight.

Did I hear me wrong? Zongheng couldn't help but doubt his ears.

But the moment he inadvertently looked up, he was stunned.

About a mile away, one of the two towers he once considered a miracle was smoking smoke.

After a while, there was a commotion outside the ward. The policeman, who had been guarding the door of the ward, opened the door and rushed in, standing side by side by the window with Zongheng, staring at the tower in the distance. The small black box on his shoulder kept coming from the shouts of all sorts of people. Zongheng couldn't understand what they were shouting, but from the tone of his voice, he could feel the panic of these people.

Immediately after the guards, a number of people ran into the ward. Some of them were dressed in white, and now they are known to be doctors and nurses. There are also people who wear the same hospital gowns as Zongheng. But without exception, when they saw the tall tower with billowing smoke, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

He looked left and right, trying to find Lydia, the only person he could communicate with, about the situation. As is customary, Lydia should have arrived in the ward by this time. But among this group of people, except for a doctor who had never seen a Han Chinese, Zongheng did not find Lydia.

Because of the assassination a month earlier, Zongheng was wary of any yellow race, a new term learned from Lydia.

God knows if he was an assassin sent by someone?

Zongheng pretended to look at the smoking tower, carefully observing the doctor out of the corner of his eye.

After about ten minutes, Zongheng was finally convinced that this doctor was no different from the others. He, like the others, stared at the tower and kept muttering, "Oh! MyGod…… Oh！ MyGod……”

Glancing at his badge, it read "Dr. Yao". With very limited knowledge of English, Zongheng knew that this was what Dr. Yao meant. As for which word "Yao" it is, Zongheng feels that if it is a surname, then nine times out of ten it is the word "Yao".

He squeezed through the crowd, walked over to Dr. Yao, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Doctor Yao?" Zongheng asked in Mandarin.

Probably due to the excessive fright, Dr. Yao's reaction was a little sluggish. He turned around blankly and asked, "Are you looking for me?" ”

Compared to Lydia's standard Mandarin, Dr. Yao spoke Mandarin with a strong accent, as if he was shouting a few pebbles in his mouth. Fortunately, he himself knew this problem, so he spoke at a wide range of speeds.

"What happened to that tower?" Zongheng asked.

"You don't even know?!" Dr. Yao was so surprised that he almost wrote the words "incredible" on his face.

Zongheng was about to explain that he was reading a book just now and didn't know anything, but Dr. Yao had already reported the answer on his own: "Just now! Just now! There is an airplane! Crashed into the World Trade Towers! ”

Plane? Zongheng seems to have the impression that it is a machine capable of flying with people or goods. But could a rudimentary machine of cloth and wood really wreak havoc on that towering stone tower?

Although I read history books for a month, I actually have a very limited understanding of modern history. To be precise, he has so far only learned about the history of China before the Xinhai Revolution and a very small part of the fragmented world history. After a cursory understanding of the ouster of the last Chinese emperor 90 years ago, he was busy going back and reading the history of the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, his impression of the aircraft is still stuck on the Wright brothers' humble "Flyer One".

Because he felt that this was not the right time, Zongheng did not express his doubts. But soon, another plane cleared his mind for him.

Under the gaze of a room full of people. No! Perhaps it should be said that under the gaze of the whole of New York, and indeed the whole world, another plane slammed diagonally into another tower next door.

“Oh！ MyGod！ ”

“Oh！ No!”

The entire ward screamed.

This time, I saw it very clearly. It was a huge white plane, the shape and size of which was very different from the "Flyer One" he had seen in the illustrations of the history books. Although the plane looks relatively small because it is far away, through simple calculations, Zongheng can understand how huge the plane really is.

It's like the legendary Roc! Zongheng was amazed.

The huge form factor brings the same great impact power. He could clearly see the large cloud of fire that erupted after the plane crashed into the building. And after the fire cloud cleared, the raging flames in the building could still be clearly seen even from a distance.

This impact woke up all the medical staff in the ward. At the behest of a doctor, they rushed out of the ward and rushed to their posts, scrambling to get busy. It is speculated that they must be preparing for the upcoming large number of injuries. In the chaos, even the police officers who were in charge of guarding the vertical and horizontal were nowhere to be seen.

He tentatively wandered around the door of the ward several times, finally convinced that no one would stop him every time he tried to get out. He walked out of the hospital alone.

The street was full of pedestrians who stopped to stare at the World Trade Tower, most of them in a state of distraction, muttering to themselves. Not noticing a teenager in a hospital gown passing by them. Even if someone notices, they don't have time to care.

Zongheng didn't know where he was going, he just walked aimlessly. The Tang Dynasty has been extinct for more than a thousand years, the world has long experienced several vicissitudes, even the accent of the Chinese when speaking is completely different from that of the Tang Dynasty, and his family and his Black Tiger Village naturally cannot still exist. Where else could he go?

For the past month, he has not been unaware that he is under house arrest in the hospital. Isn't it because there is nowhere to go? And the reason why he left the hospital today is, in the final analysis, just an opportunity to come out and breathe.

These days, although you have seen the high-rise buildings of New York by the window of the ward, you can only really feel the great sense of oppression that these buildings can bring to people when you are actually on the street between them. Zongheng only felt as if he was in a huge labyrinth, surrounded by things he didn't understand, neither eye could see, neither ear could hear. It didn't take long for him to lose his sense of direction, and before he knew it, he was getting closer and closer in the direction of the Twin Towers.

After walking around for nearly half an hour, I walked across a street not far from the World Trade Center. From here, the police have put up a cordon and no one is allowed to pass except for rescue vehicles and people.

Wearing a hospital gown, Zongheng naturally attracted the attention of the police. A policewoman stopped him as he tried to turn away, crouched down and asked him several questions.

Of course, Zongheng could not answer.

So, the policewoman had to arrange for him to sit in a police car. Zongheng did not resist, he learned the appearance of the passers-by he saw along the way, and sat in the car in despair.

The body of a twelve-year-old child brings great convenience to Zongheng. When the policewoman saw him like this, she probably thought that he was too frightened, not only was her tone and demeanor very gentle and friendly, but she even bought him a cup of hot cocoa. Immediately, he left him and went back to his mission.

Zongheng had never drunk this drink before, and at first thought it tasted weird. But after a few bites, he fell in love with the warm and sweet taste.

Just as he was halfway through his drink, a loud scream suddenly came from outside.

He looked up out the window and saw that one of the towers had begun to crumble. From the angle he was in, it looked as if it was about to press on top of his head.

Zongheng almost scared his heart. He hurriedly threw away the hot cocoa and tried to open the car door and escape. But how do you open the door? Zongheng didn't know at all.

In a panic, he scratched and scratched on the car door, and finally he was lucky, and after a while, he found the handle of the car door, opened the door and ran out.

Outside the car, both the police and the ordinary people watching were running desperately. Before he ran out of the car, he was hit by the panicked crowd and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, in the Anshi Rebellion, he had the experience of fleeing for his life with the defeat of the Tang Army several times, and knew that he was likely to be trampled or even trampled to death if he fell in the chaotic flow of people. Seeing that his body was knocked out of balance, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and immediately pushed the person who ran past him, and with this push, he straightened up again and ran wildly along the flow of people.

As for what would happen to the person he pushed, he couldn't care less.

Behind him, a tall tower had completely collapsed, and huge smoke and dust accompanied by a huge roar and countless pieces of rubble flew in all directions. Zongheng only felt that there was a mountain of strong wind chasing him behind him, so he had to run as far away as he could at the risk of tearing his newly healed and still very young lungs.

But how can a man's two legs run faster than the wind?

Almost in the blink of an eye, the front of the vertical and horizontal eyes was covered with a layer of smoke and dust. At first, the smoke was only a thin white, but in the blink of an eye it turned a thick yellowish-gray, and then grayish-black again.

Zongheng knew that he had been shrouded in the ash raised by the collapse of the tower.

He hurriedly bent down, narrowed his eyes to a thin slit, and held his breath and ran desperately in the brightest direction. He could even feel a lot of rubble hitting his back. Fortunately, these stones are relatively small, and although they are more painful, they are not injured.

And the people around him who were running together didn't have the ability to adapt so quickly. In just a few moments, some people were already blinded by the smoke and dust, choked their lungs, and even fell to the ground after being hit by broken stones. Zongheng felt that he stepped on several people one after another, causing a wail.

In the midst of the deafening noise, a shrill cry caught the attention of the vertical and horizontal.

It was a girl who was crying, and she was crying and shouting "Mummy...... Mummy……”。

In the hospital, he heard a child call his mother like this, and knew that it meant "mother".

A string in his heart was suddenly plucked. He immediately ran in the direction of the cry and found the girl.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the girl and ran. And the girl was so frightened that she even forgot to cry.