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After the last phone call was made, all the things that I wanted to say and what I should say were said, Shi Shaoying looked at the Chinese copycat version of the mobile phone in his hand, which was not good-looking, commonly known as "half a brick", and returned the phone to the woman next to him with gratitude. It wasn't until the immersive master Shaoying knew that it turned out that a man who had lived in his own world for more than twenty years only needed fifteen minutes to make a final farewell to everything around him!

"Life is a life, the grass and trees are spring, vigorous, what is the regret of dying?! Whether you become a king or lose a man, you can only create a man in the blood! ”

The motto that I wrote by myself a few years ago suddenly rang in my ears again.

As a half-monk online writer, Shi Shaoying's writing is definitely not beautiful, he is in his novels, again and again injected this kind of courage to move forward without regrets, so that his words naturally embrace a kind of frank and unrestrained fearlessness and even madness, with his readers to laugh together, to cry together, to join hands across the world made of reinforced concrete, more and more frivolous, more and more sinking, let their thoughts plug in the wings of flying, Spread your wings and soar to taste the freedom of your soul.

Now he is sitting on a passenger plane to Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, and as long as he closes his eyes and is willing to be a coward, the plane will take him to the sky in a few minutes, leaving behind the country of Somalia, with everything he has been through these days, even Sikong Bowen, so that he will never have to cross paths with it again.

After returning to China, he can continue to write his own novels, continue to live a plain but fairly well-off life, it is better to die than to live, and the philosophies such as a gentleman not standing under a dangerous wall can become the most powerful weapon for him to defend himself.

But......

Knock on your heart and ask yourself, dear friends and readers, "you", why is it "you", and not Zhang San, Li, Siwang and Er Mazi around you?

Is it because you dress differently, look different, and have a different height?

Wrong!!!

That's because everyone has been branded with blood and genes since birth, coupled with everyone's different family environment and different life experiences, and with this as the furnace, after repeated inevitable and accidental tempering, it has finally formed a "me" that can still be so unique even if it stands among all living beings!

If Shi Shaoying gave up Sikong Bowen today, at the same time, he would be raped by fear and give up on himself! A person is not even himself, even if he can continue to live, what is the difference between him and the walking dead?!

Walking to the right wing of the cabin with a casual attitude, and looking out through the window, Shi Shaoying could see that the four soldiers who escorted him to the airport were still dutifully guarding the side and did not leave. Although they were talking easily, but they, the soldiers who grew up in the flames of war and maintained the highest vigilance all the time, always looked in the direction of the hatch, and wanted to successfully sneak out under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, unless they learned the stealth technique, otherwise, it was tantamount to a pool of Arabian Nights!

Time was waiting, second after second slipped by, the crew held a portable megaphone, stood in the cabin and began to speak in Somali, without looking at the time, Shi Shaoying also knew that the plane was about to take off.

The door to the cabin was shut.

The high-powered engines on the wings let out a series of roars like asthma, and in the thick black smoke, the huge old-fashioned propellers slowly turned, and the whole plane began to move slowly along the runway, until this time, the car carrying the four soldiers, finally left.

It was at the same time that the car drove out of Shi Shaoying's line of sight, and Shi Shaoying suddenly strode towards the tail of the cabin.

The crew who had just shouted at the cabin with a portable megaphone, and according to the safety regulations, they should have inspected the entire cabin before takeoff, glanced at Shi Shaoying, who reached out to cover his stomach, as if he wanted to vomit, and his mouth moved, but in the end he did not ask Shi Shaoying to sit back in his seat immediately, let alone remind Shi Shaoying that he must fasten his seat belt when he was on the plane.

They were seated on a passenger plane with a history of several decades and an actual age larger than Shi Shaoying.

The airport is open at the risk of being shelled, the pilots are playing with their lives to make money, the passengers are traveling on adventures, and no one can say when a shell will suddenly fly over their heads, or fly to the point that half of the plane with only two engines left and can barely work, and suddenly plunge into the sea, anyway, the people who dare to take this plane are already ready to tie their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and there is a bird to wear an extra seat belt?!

Anyway, everyone is making do, so let's tolerate each other.

Shi Shaoying walked to the rear of the cabin unimpeded, stretched out his hand to open the bathroom, he was surprised to find that the bathroom was empty, not to mention the sink, even the toilet bowl that was directly fixed to the cabin with screws was gone, in the original position where the toilet was installed, there was a palm-sized hole, God knows where it leads, on the wall of the bathroom, there are two lines of unintelligible words written in red paint, I think it is probably "Urinate is glorious, poop is shameful" and other propaganda slogans.

Turning his gaze to make sure that the crew member had walked to the front, before attracting the attention of others, Shi Shaoying quickly crossed the passenger rest area, and successfully passed through the hatch placed in the aft of the cabin, and entered the bottom cargo compartment specially used to house the passenger salute.

The Moral Lass aircraft was originally designed and manufactured entirely for military purposes, and the DC-6 military aircraft, when it was in service with the US ** team, also had a rather loud title, called "weightlifting overlord", and its carrying capacity can be imagined. After the end of World War II, the aircraft was converted to civilian use, but during the Xian War, the U.S. Air Force and Navy became interested in this aircraft and ordered 167 of them to be sent to the Korean battlefield.

The commanders of the Chinese People's Volunteers, who lacked air defense and even had serious anti-aircraft machine guns, got together more than once to study what methods and weapons could be used to shoot down this air overlord that could carry too many weapons and form a fierce suppressive force on the ground.

Today, with the retirement of DC-6 military aircraft, it has long lost its value and can only be used as historical material and stored in museums in some military academies.

Fortunately, Shi Shaoying also had a similar experience, he once saw a yellowed DC-6 aircraft design blueprint in the reading room of the Junior Military Academy!

Although he just casually browsed it at that time, too much time had passed, and his memory had already become blurred, but with these fragments of memory, he still managed to find the location of the front landing gear at the bottom of the cabin. Open the metal shield that covers the robotic arm and look down through a gap that can accommodate the landing gear to retract into the cabin, and the plane is like a loose horse, galloping down the runway, and running faster and faster!

Shi Shaoying took out an MP3, put the headphones on his ears, and as he pressed the play button, one moaned and gasped, like the sound of a prostitute selling spring, mixed with complete hysteria, high-decibel music that challenged the limit of human physiology again and again, like a cannon roaring straight to the eardrum.

God knows what the women inside are singing about the bezoar dog treasure, God knows if she is doing what she wants to do with the man while knocking on the medicine, so that her singing is full of the most essential passion and madness of human beings, Shi Shaoying and Sikong Bowen bought these gifts, originally intended to give them to the Somali pirates, use "music" to gain the friendship of the other party, and then build a bridge of friendship, what I didn't expect was that the pirates were not found, and Shi Shaoying used them first.

"Ah...... Oh...... Yes...... Oh oh oh ~ ~ ah ~ ah ~ ah ~ oh ~ oh ~ oh ~ oh ...... Brother, brother, you are so fierce~~Ahh~~Ohoh~~Sister, sister, I like it so much~~Ahh~~Ohoh~~"

Ahh

Which brother can have the current division Shaoyingmeng?

Which brother dared to not even carry a parachute on his fucking body, so he climbed directly along the gap between the landing gear and the cabin to the landing gear of an airplane that was scurrying on the runway and was about to rush into the blue sky?!

Without a little protection, the strong wind blew in his face, blowing Shi Shaoying's tears as if he didn't want money, desperately spurting out of his eyes, it was in this whirring wind, Shi Shaoying only felt that his body suddenly leaned back, and the front wheels of the entire plane had left the ground.

"Ah, oh, ah, oh......"

As if she wanted to dub everything Shi Shaoying is experiencing now, the DJ girl's moaning voice is more intense, more presumptuous, and more hysterical, but let her dream for a hundred years, it is estimated that she can't dream of it, at a certain time in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, there is a man listening to her moaning, while holding the thigh of the aircraft landing gear, at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour, is rushing into the blue sky!

Seeing that the earth was getting farther and farther away from his feet, until it turned into a blue ocean, Shi Shaoying suddenly raised his head and shouted ten times crazier than the DJ girl: "Dad, Mom, you named me Shi Shaoying, did you already guess that one day, your son will have to fly by himself, so I wish in advance that I can grow a pair of wings like a birdman?!" ”

Of course, Shi Shaoying's parents who were thousands of miles away couldn't hear their son's question, but under the same sky, a woman who was tied to a wooden frame and was suffering from the most vicious sun, was dying because of the excessive loss of water in her body, and even smelled the smell of death approaching, in the dark, in the dark, a familiar voice seemed to come to her ears: "Dear friend, please, hold on, don't lie down!" ”

His voice sounded so gentle, so gentle that it seemed to be an invisible hand, making up for the scar in her heart that had just been severely injured, and the fear of death, in front of his voice, it was like darkness meeting sunshine, and it became fragmented in an instant, leaving no trace.

In her already dilated eyes, she suddenly regained her vitality, and she was like a grass standing proudly in the wind in her body, tenaciously straightening her waist. Maybe it's just an accident, maybe it's the tacit understanding brought about by the mutual acquaintance and integration of the soul, maybe it's a fate destined by God, that is, when Shi Shaoying let go of her hands and left the plane to "fly" on the sea level with a milky swallow throwing into a forest-like attitude, she was tied to a wooden pole, and her eyes naturally turned to the same direction.

It was at this moment that a sea breeze from afar suddenly blew in her face, blowing her whole body and her clothes flying violently, restraining her free wooden pole, and making a series of squeaky sounds in the strong wind. The condescending Sikong Bowen could clearly see that at this time, the yellow sand was all over the sky, whistling, and in an instant, it enveloped the tall and low houses around him.

The wind is like a knife, the sand is like an arrow, and in the power of heaven and earth, those thugs armed with automatic rifles, who think that they are heaven and earth and God are the masters, are running around in confusion, looking for a corner to hide.

In this beautiful, poignant, and swaggering world, Sikong Bowen raised his head and looked at an unknown seabird, like an elf flying freely in the world of wind and sand, and a bright smile slowly rose from her face.

The wind is blowing!

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