"Mr. Long, we need to find a place to eat, replenish our strength, calm our heads, and sort out everything." Sang Wanyu said.

She didn't eat the instant noodles cooked by Jiang Xue, and she must be hungry now.

"Well, it's time to replan." I nodded in agreement.

The storm is coming, and smart people know how to take precautions, break the behavior of peaceful days, spread out battles, and prepare for war.

Sang Wanyu started the car and turned into a food street with bright lights and signboards.

In the wee hours of the morning, most of the shops are closed, although there are no customers on the streets.

We stopped at the door of a seafood tavern and instead of going inside, we sat at a low table outside the door.

In the huge street, except for the sleepy clerks, there are probably only two of us who are really awake.

Sang Wanyu took the order and made several strokes on it, and then woke up the waiter who was napping at the door and asked him to hurry up and prepare.

I rarely see the night scene of Dunhuang, but when I calm down, I feel that the early morning of this city is like a folk painting, and the signboards of each shop do not need to be deliberately decorated, and they can be painted and photographed.

In the past, I was just a wandering visitor to Dunhuang, coming and going in a hurry.

Born and raised on Hong Kong Island, I always felt that Hong Kong Island, with its high-rise buildings and vibrant colors, was my homeland, and my roots were rooted there. Now that I think about it, I don't have to. As the metaphysician said, people are born with two roots, one rooted in the soil and the other rooted in the heart.

Just like now, I feel that the roots in my heart should be rooted in the quiet night of Dunhuang.

Sang Wanyu no longer joked, but sat silently, his eyes calm, looking at the lights of a long street in the distance.

We were originally two passers-by who did not interfere with the river water, but suddenly became entangled together, not friends, but comrades-in-arms, this kind of fate and chance is really wonderful.

"A soldier who surrenders without a fight...... If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more...... The ultimate meaning of battle is to resolve resistance, not to shed blood...... The instructors have preached these truths countless times, but they have never been able to gain insight into their mysteries. Today, after watching your battle against the Valley of the Wicked, I finally have an understanding. Sang Wanyu spoke leisurely.

I shook my head and smiled, in the real battle, there is no false reason to tell. Don't kill people, just don't want to get into more trouble, and killing to stop killing is originally a taboo in the rivers and lakes.

"I have been to Hong Kong Island before, and although I have never met each other at that time, I have heard the name 'Long Shao'. I also hate fighting, killing, and killing, especially for the sake of the so-called Jianghu territory and brotherly morality, and I hate it even more. I was taught that the only purpose of my life was to fight for peace and justice. Sang Wanyu said again.

I didn't stop her from going on, after all, everyone has the right to express their true thoughts.

It's just that "peace and justice" have been hand-picked by certain interest groups as proper nouns for packaging selfish motives, and under the guise of "pursuing peace and upholding justice," they are ostentatiously swaggering through the market and carrying out all kinds of unseemly criminal transactions.

The two of us are sitting here, with only one common purpose, which is to extinguish the ongoing criminal activities in the area of the anti-thief pit and rescue Gu Qingcheng.

Of course, Sang Wanyu also has an incidental purpose, which is to verify the identity of the baby from Gu Tingcheng.

National politics is very far away from us, it is a board game of the world's top bigwigs, not something that I and Sang Wanyu can imagine.

"What I'm saying is boring, don't you like to hear it?" Sang Wanyu was aware of the subtle changes in my mood.

I shook my head slightly: "Everyone's life experience is different, and what they love and dislike are also different, which is normal. For example, now, I also hate the days of fighting and killing in the past, Hong Kong Island is just a small land, even if several districts are included in one person's pocket, it is still a small land, and there will be no change in the slightest. In the past, fighting for the territory of a few streets and buildings was indeed stupid and impetuous. I've always felt that being a man should be down-to-earth, shout less slogans, and do more practical things, right? ”

While saying this, I do not deny Lei Dongtian's life.

He is a banner of the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island, just as Jiangnan Perak Hall is a banner of the Chinese rivers and lakes. Their existence can prove that the "rivers and lakes" once existed, and so many starry predecessors of the rivers and lakes will live in the legends of the younger generations, and will not be "long live the fame and loneliness after death".

Lei Dongtian and I are destined to be people on two paths, but it does not prevent everyone from being friends and brothers.

"I'm not talking about slogans, I'm talking about faith — the beliefs of the Yellow Flower Society." Sang Wanyu's expression became extremely serious, and she sat upright, crossed her palms, and covered her chest.

I also sat upright and responded to her seriously: "Everyone should have faith, and I respect the faith of others. However, faith should come from the heart, not on paper, on the lips, or hanging on the walls of the palace. Just like those Tibetans who have made a pilgrimage for thousands of miles, not because they are forced to go by high-ranking officials, but because of the ideal call from the bottom of their hearts......"

When it comes to the question of Tibetan beliefs, it is possible to make at least one long speech in a row. I shut up in time, lest the topic get further and further and further and eventually turn into a political debate between me and Sang Wanyu.

I hate debates, there's no point in doing that.

Empty talk will ruin the country, but hard work will rejuvenate the country, this has been the consensus of the Chinese nation.

"My faith is also from the heart, from the heart—" Sang Wanyu said word by word.

I smiled and nodded deeply to show that I understood her words.

Sang Wanyu was a little annoyed, snorted heavily in her nose, turned her face away, and looked at the jumping fire reflected in the kitchen.

"A history question to test you?" I asked with a smile.

"What?" Sang Wanyu didn't turn his head and asked coldly.

"Well, it's a history question, and it's often taken in school. The topic is like this, there are often four words pasted on the wall of the teahouse in Lao Beiping, almost every one of them has it, guess what? I asked.

Sang Wanyu hesitated for a moment and replied hesitantly: "Is it ...... 'guest like a cloud'?" Or is it 'Zen tea'? Or is it 'can be pure'? ”

These three four-character words are indeed the banners often hung in the teahouse, but not in the old Beiping teahouse, but the four words "don't talk about state affairs", which is intended to warn the tea customers to only talk about Fengyue, not politics, otherwise it will lead to disaster.

I originally wanted to use this question to make a joke and defuse the stiff atmosphere, but Sang Wanyu answered so seriously that I was a little embarrassed.

"It's not, it's the words 'don't talk about state affairs'." I had to reveal the answer to myself.

"Hehe, it's really fun, don't talk about state affairs, keep silent, the depth of the foolish people can be seen." Sang Wanyu said with a sneer.

The atmosphere at the table became even more stiff, and the comradeship that we had managed to maintain before had been disrupted by this topic.

Fortunately, the waiter came out with a tray to deliver food, which barely washed away the unpleasantness between us.

Stir-fried crabs, stewed clams, stewed yellow croaker, and salted fish stickers are not what the locals of Dunhuang love to eat, but the people who like the seaside.

Eating habits will reveal a person's personality traits, and with these dishes ordered by Sang Wanyu, I feel that although she has achieved forbearance and low-key on the surface, she is calm and calm, but her inner cultivation is still far from enough.

The greed for appetite can lead to big things, so even if military masters leave the battlefield and return to the city, they still eat compressed biscuits from time to time to maintain their combat inspiration.

The big war is coming, as a combatant, you should eat the most common taste of light food, fast food, instead of choosing your favorite food according to your own preferences, which will leave an opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.

Throughout the ages, many examples have shown that any dietary craving leaves a gap for the enemy to deliver a fatal blow.

"You can move your chopsticks!" Sang Wanyu pretended to be happy and whispered.

I suddenly felt sad for her, in the next tragic battle, only the master of the master was able to leave Dunhuang safe and sound. As for the others, it is likely that they will disappear like the sand and gravel on the Gobi Desert, and there will be no whereabouts. Judging from the combat effectiveness of Sangwanyu, it is likely to belong to the latter.

"Mr. Long, eat!" Sang Wanyu invited me with chopsticks.

I smiled gently, picked up my chopsticks, and ate with her.

"China has the oldest, most glorious and most classic food culture, which is simply incomparable to other countries. If you want to eat real Chinese food, you have to eat it in the mainland, and in other places, you can't find the real taste! Sang Wanyu sighed with emotion while eating.

In fact, the seafood eaten in Dunhuang is not authentic, because tourists who come here have to taste local famous food nine times out of ten. Over time, all the restaurants opened in Dunhuang, no matter which cuisine originally belonged to the southern sweet and northern salty, were eventually assimilated by the Dunhuang flavor and lost the style of their own cuisine.

Sang Wanyu can eat so happily, it seems that she really likes seafood from the East China Sea, and she is not blindly Westernized like many young girls born in the 90s, who are fond of steak pizza and forget their ancestors.

"It's delicious, I'm in for a treat." I say.

Sang Wanyu shook his head: "I will please you for the dish I ordered." I was so distracted just now that I forgot to show you the menu, sorry, sorry. ”

We are cautious and diligently trying to close the cracks in our relationship, because we all know that this is more important than anything else.

"Whoa, whoa—" The car's alarm suddenly sounded twice, and the four-legged red warning light flashed twice.

The car was behind me, and while Sang Wanyu looked up to observe, I also turned my head to look.

There was no one in the car, and the alarm went off twice and then fell silent, much like a false alarm.

"It's okay, it's okay." Sang Wanyu shook his head, "Let's eat, it's okay." ”

I also hope it's okay, the enemies of the Valley of the Wicked have failed to attack the safe house, and the birds and beasts have dispersed. What Jiang Xue could do was to detain the arrested people to the police station and wait for the melee with the hospital to be dealt with.

"It's okay, let's eat." I nodded in agreement.

The meal lasted for half an hour, and I kept my eyes on the direction of the kitchen.

If the chef and waiter leave the store and run away, then we will not dare to eat this meal again, and there must be a big problem in the dish.

Fortunately, the chef has been busy, and the waiter is honestly sitting on a small stool outside the kitchen and playing with his mobile phone, and the two of them are very normal and have no suspicions.