The Nation (xxxiv)
The staff shook their heads and loaded the toys into their backpacks, and I reached for the goblin mask. When all the toys are loaded, gently place the mask on top of all the toys.
The stuff of this backpack is all about covering up this mask, and the mask must not be fine.
Because the five countries we represent are sixty-three, we must not show our faces as they really are.
And if you buy a mask temporarily in the United States, it is obviously not appropriate, so you can only bring your own mask to the past.
The mask in the backpack covers the face, and the fist covers the hands. Make sure that your identity is not discovered, not even your skin color.
I got on the plane and put my backpack on the luggage rack that I could see across from me.
Flight attendants arrange where to place luggage and evacuate passengers piled up in the aisle.
I leaned over and asked, "Hello?" How long is this trip? ”
"About thirteen hours, the radio will remind you then." After the stewardess finished speaking, she turned around and took care of the other customers.
Thirteen hours, still on the plane. It was probably the longest trip I've ever taken in my life, and the train from home to Beijing took only eight hours.
But these eight hours were only a part of the way, and these thirteen hours were half the way around the world.
I slowly closed my eyes, thinking that time was running out for humanity.
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When I got off the plane, my CET6 English was barely enough for me to communicate with people.
Luckily, you can talk as long as you know a few simple words.
I don't have a cell phone, and the only contact for the five of us is an email account.
That's right, the same email account.
To be precise, in order not to leak secrets, our contact information is the recycle bin of the same mailbox.
I found an internet café outside JFK National Airport, in a humble but at least able to get in touch.
I opened the webpage and logged in to my mailbox.
There are four unsent emails lying in the recycle bin of the mailbox at this time.
I edited an unsent email, and after pressing it for a long time, I found that there was no Chinese input method in the computer at all.
In desperation, I sent the most basic words to the mail recycle bin: I, arrived, in, New, York! luqiao [spaces are not allowed at the starting point, I use a ton sign to indicate spaces.] English content: I'm in New York! Bridge. 】
After that, I clicked on the recycle bin of the email and found that everyone was experiencing the same problem as me.
The four emails were written separately, and the content was roughly from New York. But I am good at a long speech, and I am already fully proficient in words like this.
In the last letter, the fourth letter is extraordinarily rich.
It seems that everyone thinks of this letter as a chat room, and I was glad that you were so good at English.
I was stunned...
The content here is still in English at the beginning, and after less than ten sentences, all of them are converted to pinyin.
I smiled helplessly and sent at the end of this article: luqiao: wo, men, da, hui, jian [spaces are not allowed at the starting point, I use a ton sign to indicate spaces. The pinyin content is: Road and Bridge: See you at the conference]
That's where we use to communicate, and it's easy to track IDs and IPs when sending messages and emails. But if it's only written in the recycle bin in one account, then there's no way to crack it except for the five of us to say it ourselves.
Four emails plus my one, for a total of five.
The first requirement for writing an email address is to ensure that it is absolutely safe to use after arriving in the United States. So at this time, five emails, four people also chatted in pinyin for a long time. Then apparently they have all arrived in the United States, and at this time the American time is one day earlier than the Chinese time.
The day after tomorrow, the Armageddon Settlement Congress.