After being diagnosed, Wei Bin's back, arms, and legs all have different journeys

At the critical moment, he used the driver's corpse instead of himself to suppress the detonating device, but because it was too close to the explosion point, although he used the fastest speed to escape, Wei Bin was inevitably affected.

However, the 35 children in the car, the four teachers, and his traveling companion Alvin survived.

In the hospital, Wei Bin asked the FBI, who came to record the statement, how the murder suspect Angel was doing.

The big, blue-eyed man shrugged: "The grand jury acquitted the murder charge - this case happened to be handled by me back then, and that's it." ”

"So, he's not dead?" Bin stared at the man, "But he killed a 147 leer frm Amerin girl, and the girl's father has the right to revenge." ”

"Revenge? Man, are you from Agamemnondai? The blue-eyed agent pouted meaningfully.

No, the truth, I came from the Western Han Dynasty, which was 800 years later than Homer—but, in the end, Wei Bin didn't say anything more.

He still remembered the strange and sympathetic smile on the murderer's face when he mentioned his daughter.

On the day "Jesmin" was discharged from the hospital, the newspaper again devoted a lot of space to the story, with the headline: Heeib

Underneath is accompanied by young people holding flowers. Photo with child smiling nickname. It was a flower offered by a rescued child.

Once again, he became a hero of the people.

Later, Wei Bin asked Alvin. If you drive straight to the highway station at that time. Will the state really negotiate with Brigham? Would they really promise to put Nell to death immediately?

Brigham is the name of the murderer.

"Sounds like an old fairy tale, huh?" Alvin shrugged. "Don't compromise easily with terrorists. It is the consistent position of the state government. Moreover, it was not possible to immediately change the law and sentence Nel to death. But now no one is bothered by this. Chapter 147: leer frm Amerin. You saved the entire state bureau and their local file system. ”

Wei Bin didn't laugh at Brigham's dead daughter. He still felt very uncomfortable.

"You know what? If possible, the organization would prefer to make a documentary for you at the time, and the great American people love to watch this. Alvin continued jokingly, "The black and white negatives are meant to simulate the suffering of children, and the dull yellow film is suitable for describing the anxieties of the officers, and the threatening letters that Brigham sent to the state department in advance are typed with the Sherlock Holmes Dancing Villain code on the edge of the camera — you know, the general public is always most interested in the little things in the esoteric that they can only understand — and then the light and shadow are staggered to make them seem to be shaky. ”

It's like my life at that time, Wei Bin suddenly thought.

If he were Brigham, he would never be desperate to threaten a child on a strange school bus.

He would only cut off Angernell's head as soon as he could, as a sacrifice to the dead woman—before all juries made a noise.

He knew he could do it.

After being discharged from the hospital, Wei Bin stayed in Alabama for another week. He then returned to New York with Alvin to make preparations for the end of the trip.

They lived at Alvin's cousin's house in New York.

The apartment building is so dilapidated that it even has to burn coal for heating. It's an apartment that art students often sublet, Ervin's cousin is an extraordinary artist, who has just returned from a wandering trip in Europe, he is fascinated by flea markets and roadside treasure troves, knows several bargaining languages, and is fascinated by Oriental art, and Wei Bin is fascinated at first sight. He told Wei Bin about his bizarre experience at the spice market on Celebes Island and the mysterious experience of three days lost in the rainforest of Angkor Wat in a torrential rain.

They then had a discussion about the early spread of Buddhism, carefully explained the difference between Han Dafu and Yuefu Song, and translated "Yu Lin Lang" and "Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" in English...... For those two days, they used to do this kind of all-night talk.

It was an extraordinary trip, and the deeper he went into this world, the more amazing Wei Bin felt. His brain is like an endless absorber, and sometimes he even goes into a trance.

In the middle of the night, Wei Bin woke up from the darkness, and the weather was bitterly cold.

It's New York in November.

He couldn't sleep, so he sat up and lit the lamp. In the room, which is dyed golden by the light, the surrounding household goods are rendered a soft and delicate amber color, as soft and mysterious as the autumn rain at dusk.

Under the table, there was an old-fashioned carved leather case with a yellow celluloid handle, a gift from Alvin's cousin.

Bending down to open the box and taking out a stack of letter paper from it, Wei Bin took out a pen.

At this moment, it is the darkness that has not yet come.

He looked at the neon glittering street in the rain in the distance in a daze, and after a long time, he began to write: Lin Lan......

Hello Lin Lan.

I'm in New York right now, and at night, it's 3:55, and it's raining.

I'll be back in Washington tomorrow, and the long trip will officially end in five hours.

It's already very cold, where are you? I often think of you, and I don't know what you're doing right now. It's also late autumn, but at this time you're on the other side of the world in the afternoon. At a certain point, at a certain time.

I'm not going to get it, though

Because the compass in my heart will always point to where you are.

At the moment, I was sitting in front of the window, and the melodious sound of the violin on Clinton Street across from me had been non-stop all night, but by the time the sound meandered to my ears, it was already quite faint. It's like the sea rising and falling, cold and quiet like a mouse.

It's all written in poetry.

Let's talk about my recent life.

I went to Alvin's house and met his maternal grandmother, who was a bit demented. The old man ignored me a little, and Alvin insisted that it wasn't because of her dementia, but because she mistook me for Japanese. So Alvin repeatedly stressed with his grandmother that I was Chinese and was "on the side of the Alliance."

When she heard this, the old lady's face suddenly softened as wax.

I graciously accepted Alvin's apology.

After all, Arwen's maternal grandfather died in World War II in Sumatra, a Japanese prisoner of war camp.

By the way, about Alvin......

I seem to have mentioned him to you in my last letter, and the people in the joint room called him "Rap Alvin", and he spoke like he was singing, endlessly, and the more nervous he was, the more he talked. Even though he's a genius physicist and has earned two PhDs, he's still very illdlie — that's what the rest of the studio says about him, and maybe someone who went to college at 11 is always the case. Alvin himself said that this was the result of the premature loss of puberty, because his entire adolescence was spent in the adult pile of the university laboratory.

But I think it's not so much "loss" as it is...... Well, he's 26 years old now, and he's still in his teens.

In fact, many people in the studio can afford similar prices, but Alvin is even better. But I got along well with him.

Could it be that I am the same as him? It's bad.

But Alvin is a very good person, and even a few times we talk in Chinese. Although Alvin spoke Chinese, I felt like it was coming out of a broken tape. Every time he said, "It's great to be here," I ignored the sound he couldn't pronounce accurately.

We have agreed to travel to the Middle East together next year, and we will send you photos when the time comes.

By the way, for the sake of convenience, I have an English name.

Jminn。

It was given to the people in the studio, and they said that the name had an oriental temperament.

I often feel nostalgic for what Americans call "Oriental," because that may be India......

Lin Lan, can you imagine Huo Quai, who is wrapped in a turban and plays the flute and snakes?

I still can't eat any coffee.

But the name, which has now been accepted by the entire studio, has been called by them for so long, and I often have the illusion that I am actually called Jesmin, and that I was actually born in this young country like a dye vat, and I grew up reading the ABC - Jmiineii, born in 1982 in Washington, D.C. - this is what people imagine about my ID card.

The name of this thing, like some kind of spell. It is always called out of someone's mouth, and then man lays his foundation from it.

I've already changed my name once anyway.

But in my sleep, I could still hear him calling me to get sick.

He said, I am the country, the world of this great man, you can gallop at any time. Try to broaden it, you know? Go to the sick, the hooves of your war horse, wherever it goes, not only has supreme glory, but will also become the new territory of the Han Dynasty.

When I heard these words that day, I still remember the incomparably surging mood vividly.

But now, I'm on the other side of the world, and I can't find a single horse around me.

If I had known this outcome, would I have chosen what I had done?

- If human beings are creatures that "effect" first and then "cause", just like the seven-limbed bucket described in science fiction, Lin Lan, then how do we spend this life?

…… Is it then, me and you, will go the other way?

……

The eastern sky was white, and the drizzle gradually stopped.

Wei Bin folded the letter, put it in a stamped envelope, and then wrote the complex Chinese address on it: ...... District Street 305 boxes.

Lin Lan collected.

After checking the address again to make sure there was no mistake, Wei Bin carefully put the letter in the suitcase, and in two hours, it would be sent to the post office, just like the dozen or so letters before it.

Although they were without exception, they did not receive a single reply.

After doing all this, Wei Bin turned off the lamp and turned on the music. In the clear and soft percussion, the flickering female voice is like a tear from another world.

In the faint light of the coming dawn, the young man sat quietly, like a bronze statue welcoming the sun.

Appendix

BG: "Terdr", iveeA's most famous work, when you listen to it, you will see the scene of Wei Bin sitting alone in front of the window in the dark, and the camera slowly zooms out...... Very smart. !!