The three of them have decided on a plan, and they have communicated with all the teachers in the headquarters and unified their opinions.

Long Yuandong immediately convened the heads of each regiment and made corresponding arrangements. Each regiment dispersed, and a large number of tables, stools, door frames, bed boards, trees and other fuels were found from the ruins, and the red bonfires were dotted with stars, illuminating the playground with great activity.

If you look down from the sky, you can see clusters of small fires, densely surrounding a large bonfire with a diameter of three meters, like a group of ministers worshipping, the stars holding the moon, magnificent.

The ground of Bayi Stadium was originally paved with flat plastic, but after the earthquake, it was pitted by the soil underneath. The bonfire was lit on the plastic, emitting the scorching smell of chemical fiber oxidation, and after more than ten minutes, the plastic burned off, and the smell gradually faded.

According to the planned position, each group forms a rough fan, and all the fans are connected to form a split circle. There was no need to be instructed, and the regiments invariably let the strong boys block the periphery, and the weak girls kept the inner circle.

At each fan-shaped arc, there are ten armed police guards. Four people took turns to keep watch, and six people rested on the spot. With the help of the surrounding ruins, they looked for favorable terrain and constructed simple but effective crossfire fortifications to protect the teachers and students of the regiment. By the time everyone had set up their defenses, the night had already covered the land.

In Yandu in early autumn, the night is already very cold.

Some students were dressed very thinly, such as Lu Yan, who was burned to the point that only a few strips of cloth remained, although he later found a sheet to put on his body, he still couldn't resist the cold. Together, they huddled around the fire and did the job of adding fuel to the fire.

What a romantic and wonderful scene it would have been if in normal times, tens of thousands of people gathered on the playground, with a cool breeze, a blazing bonfire, a starry sky, and whispering to each other, but at this time, the crowd was surprisingly quiet, and there was only the sound of burning wood on the playground.

Jiang Mantian sat leaning on a cement pillar, looking up at the blurry starry sky, recalling his perseverance and efforts over the decades, bit by bit, clear and blurred.

In the face of the laws of the universe, no matter how great an individual's talent and wisdom are, they are so small.

The stars are shining, twinkling and shining, setting off the vast night sky quietly and beautifully. It suddenly occurred to him that it was the first time in so many years that he had watched the starry sky so quietly, not for scientific research, but for no purpose.

He watched silently, and there seemed to be a loose guitar in his ears, tinkling dong, and then a deep but agile baritone who chanted softly:

"The brightest star in the night sky, can you hear clearly,

The one who looks up, the loneliness and sigh in the bottom of his heart;

The brightest star in the night sky, can you remember,

The figure that once walked with me and disappeared into the wind;

I pray for a transparent heart and tearful eyes,

Give me the courage to believe again, and go beyond the lies to hug you!

Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the night,

The brightest star in the night sky, please light me up!"

The singing was repeated, and gradually some people sang and harmonized, at first it was a little low, but slowly, the voice became louder and louder. This song, like the light that comes in the dark, the warmth delivered in the loneliness, makes people gradually find a little direction, find a trace of strength, have sustenance and venting, everyone's emotions are not as silent as at the beginning.

In today's chaotic situation, there are still people who can keep a guitar intact, which shows how obsessed they are with music. This person's name is Pang Chongwei, and he is the lead singer and guitarist of the school's Breeze Band, and his handsome appearance, melancholy temperament and outstanding musical talent are also all the rage in the school and widely known. Pang Chongwei and Wei Chuanfeng, another partner of the Breeze Band, can be regarded as a beautiful scenery on campus.

Looking at the people on the playground who were active just because of a simple musical rhythm, Jiang Mantian's nose suddenly soured for no reason.

He felt that in just ten minutes, people's mentality seemed to have changed strangely. They turned from grief, panic, fear, silence, and evasion, to acceptance, confronting, and fighting.

It's an instinct to chase for survival.

This is a kind of freedom that transcends life and death.

They will be condensed into an invincible force!

Jiang Mantian believes that with such changes, no matter what kind of difficulties people face, they can bravely struggle, persevere to the end, and survive to the end.

"We must find a way to get everyone out of this predicament! Even if one more person survives, it will not be in vain. ”

Jiang Mantian secretly swore in his heart that the index finger and thumb of his right hand were rubbed quickly, which was a small habit he had formed through many years of experiments, whether it was when he was excited, nervous, or thinking about things.

"From now on, what I need to do is not scientific research, but to show people the way. ”

"The end of the world is also my personal rebirth. ”

All the while, Jiang Mantian was too tense and too tired.

He rarely even experienced the joy of life itself.

I once remembered that during college, everyone thought he was a weirdo, paranoid, withdrawn, good at learning, but unsociable;

I once remembered that during the doctorate, the boss of the supervisor thought that he had a problem with his sexual orientation, and on April Fool's Day, he deliberately let two beautiful students of different nationalities ** him make jokes;

I once remembered that when I returned to China and became a lecturer, many female classmates in the class expressed their admiration to him, but he didn't even respond for the sake of scientific research.

I once remembered that several batches of doctoral students he took in a row were happy to help him introduce his girlfriend, hoping that he would at least have a channel to solve his personal physiological problems. Because physiological problems are psychological problems, and psychological problems are big problems!

However, at the age of thirty-six, he was still a bachelor who had been sleeping in the laboratory for a long time.

He was admired, worshipped, and praised, but he was also pitied, laughed at, and worried about.

It's just never really understood.

His whole life is like a shining spinning top, spinning and spinning all the time, as if there is no end and no end.

It's time to stop.

He wondered if there could be other possibilities for his life.

Jiang Mantian thought about his thoughts wildly, and gradually fell asleep.

The autumn night is heavy with dew, and the clothes are dew**, sticky to the body, very uncomfortable. But I'm so tired, and no matter how simple the conditions are, I still have to rest.

On the first night after the disaster, I don't know how many people can really sleep soundly, and I don't know how many people will wake up in a nightmare and never sleep again.

After half a dream and half a wake through the first half of the night, Jiang Mantian felt someone pull his sleeve, opened his eyes, saw that it was He Tingting, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Look over there, there's something moving. He Tingting pointed to a pile of ruins next to the Fortune Building, and lowered his voice: "See?"