When Lu Xiao left the "Thousand Layer View" building, what Wang Yiqiu said to him just now echoed in his mind: "Xiao'er, how can you level a bowl of water?" I've been thinking about it for more than 200 years, but I haven't figured it out......"

Looking at the increasingly thin figure, Lu Xiao didn't know what to say.

Don't figure it out?

Lu Xiao didn't figure it out either.

Since his mother's death, he has not seen many things as others expected, but feels that he can't figure out more and more things. For example, why did Master make himself the commander? Isn't it for this day? Could it be that from the beginning, he was just a pawn of the master?

How could Master be so ruthless.

"Commander Lu, you're finally out."

A sentence interrupted Lu Xiao's thoughts, and the cold wind poured into his neck, accompanied by fine snow, making him shiver suddenly: I was in too much of a hurry to come out just now, and I forgot to wear a thermostat - the master didn't remind him.

A bitter smile flashed across Lu Xiao's face, he looked at the people sitting in the car, rubbed his hands and smiled: "It's really cold this weather...... " As he spoke, he threw himself into the hovercar parked in front of him, and for a moment, the wet clothes made him feel a deeper chill: the warm air melted the fine snow on his body.

"For people like you who go out without wearing thermostatic clothes, let alone being cold, even if they are frozen to death, they don't deserve my sympathy."

Huang Zhiying straightened her waist and sat in the car, behind the round-framed gold-wire glasses, a pair of Danfeng eyes were full of disdain, and the words coming from her slightly thick mouth were mean. He was dressed in a neat military uniform, his hands with white gloves folded on a wooden cane, and the military shoes on his right foot were spotless.

Lu Xiao glanced at him, and didn't make fun of Huang Zeying's "poisonous tongue" as usual, which made Huang Zeying tilt his head and ask, "Commander Lu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Lu Xiao looked at Huang Zeying's face that was almost opposite to him every day, from the original white skin to darken, and asked on a whim: "If I want to go to the North Pole, will you accompany me?" ”

"The North Pole? You finally can't think of it? ”

Huang Zhiying raised her eyebrows lightly, and a different look finally appeared on her serious face.

Lu Xiao was stunned for a moment after hearing this, looked at Huang Zeying's uncertain face, laughed and then stopped talking, but recalled the conversation between Wang Yiqiu and him just now.

After Bai Songfeng left, Wang Yiqiu stood up from the seat, walked to the window with slow steps, turned his back to Lu Xiao, and his voice came from the clouds: "Xiao'er, do you remember the great human migration 20 years ago?" ”

"Yes."

How could he not remember? His mother disappeared during the Great Migration.

"But did you know that some of the people on that migration did not go south, but to the North Pole?"

Wang Yiqiu turned around and put his eyes on Lu Xiao's face, Lu Xiao's brows furrowed into the word "Sichuan" showed his doubts at the moment.

"Born to die."

After hearing Wang Yiqiu's words, Lu Xiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

"The people who go to the North Pole are scientists."

"So ......"

Lu Xiao felt a little emotion in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

"This matter was originally banned."

Wang Yiqiu sighed, walked to the table step by step, and opened the teapot lid. The sound of "gurgling" came, and a minute later, the tea was hot, and Wang Yiqiu closed the lid of the teapot and slowly refilled the tea for Lu Xiao.

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

Lu Xiao's mood calmed down a lot.

"I want you to go to the North Pole."

Wang Yiqiu stood in front of Lu Xiao and looked at him condescendingly, making him feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"I can go, but I have a question, and I hope Master can tell me."

"Haha, Xiao'er has grown up, and he will put forward conditions." Wang Yiqiu was very relieved in his heart: "You ask." ”

"Among the people who went north on that migration, did that include my mother?"

"Nan'er...... Also went. ”

Lu Xiao's heart sank.

Nan'er is the master's affectionate name for his mother.

"Master, you have loved ......"

"She's my apprentice......"

"Then did you let me go to the North Pole this time for her? Still is...... For Qing'er? ”

Lu Xiao's heart sank little by little, and there was a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth: Anyway, it's not for me.

"Xiao'er, how do you level a bowl of water? I've been thinking about it for more than 200 years, but I haven't figured it out......"

Before Wang Yiqiu finished speaking, Lu Xiao didn't want to listen to it: "Master, the apprentice left first, there is still something to deal with in the army, sorry." ”

After saying that, Lu Xiao left, and didn't see the expression of the person behind him.

"Military orders are like mountains, and they swear to obey each other; The chief is a relative, with one heart and one life. ”

After a long silence, Huang Zeying read out the slogan of the 16th Brigade word by word. His words woke up Lu Xiao like a rolling stone, so that Lu Xiao couldn't help but look up at him, and the serious look in his eyes made Lu Xiao's eyes hot-Lu Xiao turned his head and looked out the window.

The snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and Lu Xiao felt that the little body temperature left in his body was losing drop by drop. He was like a lone wolf in a pack, dragging his tired body slowly through the endless snow.

This trip to the North Pole, he had to go.

After calming down, he took the opportunity to look in the rearview mirror - the hovercar had already used some distance, but a familiar figure appeared at the gate of the "Thousand Layer View".

Master?

However, he couldn't think too much about it, and all that was left in the rearview mirror was a snowy earth.

"It's still too late......" Looking at the hovercar that had already gone away, Wang Yiqiu, who had just come to the gate of "Thousand Layer View", shook the thermostat in his hand and muttered: "Old...... It's really old...... Legs and feet are not good......"

As he spoke, his slowly departing figure was like a star about to fall in the vast universe, and in an instant, all the brilliance was burned out, and it seemed so small and lonely.

And in the basement of "Thousand Layer View", Bai Songfeng stared at all this recorded by the monitor on the screen, and there was an inexplicable emotion surging in his heart, and he didn't understand what it was.

Maybe it's because I feel sorry for them? Maybe it's because I'm feeling sad?

Who knows.

However, a sentence sounded unconsciously in Bai Songfeng's mind: "Feng'er, Mom and Dad will go out for a while and come back soon." ”

With this distant and vague voice, two distant backs appeared in the memory, gradually disappearing into the sunlight.

yes, how can you forget?

Early in the morning of his sixth birthday, the sun was just peeking out half of his face above the ground.

With a "bang", the curtains in Bai Songfeng's room were opened.

Bai Songfeng, who had been playing wildly all night last night, was awakened by the harsh sunlight, and he glanced sleepily at his mother standing by the window, whose thin body seemed to melt into the sun.

"Feng'er, Mom and Dad went out for a while and will be back soon. Wind ...... Take good care of yourself......"

The mother's warm hand gently stroked Bai Songfeng's messy curls, and Bai Songfeng closed his eyes in peace of mind, ready to continue sleeping.

However, it wasn't long before the warmth above my head wore off.

He heard a deafening roar from the dilapidated RV in front of his house, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Where are they going?

Bai Songfeng opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the empty room, he seemed to remember something, and ran to the kitchen in his pajamas.

The pot is still hot. Lifting the lid of the pot, Bai Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, picked up two piping hot sweet potatoes and ran to the door.

In this increasingly cold world, eating piping hot sweet potatoes is a luxury.

Bai Songfeng remembered that his father and mother loved sweet potatoes the most, and these two sweet potatoes were originally bought to celebrate Bai Songfeng's birthday.

They left so early, presumably they didn't have breakfast.

Thinking of this, Bai Songfeng pushed open the door of the house, and looked at the snow-white courtyard, he was stunned.

The dilapidated RV was long gone, and the parents in the car didn't see the little man standing at the door, and he was holding two hot sweet potatoes in his hands.

Bai Songfeng still remembers what it was like to step barefoot on the snow.

It's like stepping on a swamp with every step, and the harder you push, the deeper you sink, and gradually, you are overwhelmed by despair.

"Kid, do you want to come up for tea?"

Wang Yiqiu's old voice came from the door, Bai Songfeng blinked his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

I really shouldn't have stared at the screen for so long, my eyes were sore.

Bai Songfeng thought, so he put on a windbreaker and walked to the elevator, and after a while, he reached the top floor.

"Child, come and taste this tea, but I have treasured the top red robe for more than a hundred years, and today is the first time I have drunk it."

Wang Yiqiu stood up from his seat as he spoke, walked quickly to the door, and pulled Bai Songfeng into the house.

Bai Songfeng was pulled by him inexplicably, and said: "Professor Wang, how can you ......" Before he finished speaking, Wang Yiqiu poured the tea from the teacup into his mouth, if he hadn't reacted in time, he was afraid that he would have choked to death.

"Hey, it's delicious."

Wang Yiqiu's enthusiasm made Bai Songfeng a little confused.

However, then he knew that he was being calculated.

Seeing that Wang Yiqiu's face gradually became distorted, Bai Songfeng just wanted to speak, but his legs suddenly became weak. He fell to his knees on the carpet, and instantly felt the heavens and the earth spin—

With a "bang", Bai Songfeng fainted on the ground.

Wang Yiqiu raised Bai Songfeng's face and looked at it, and sighed in his heart: Fortunately, it was not broken, otherwise I don't know if it can recover after being refrigerated......

Suddenly, he remembered that Shan Ruqing was still lying in the refrigerator: put them together.

This world is too lonely.