Bald Lao Liang is gone, and the entire Fangzhou has returned to a dull and boring state of dullness and dead silence.

The current Fangzhou is like an old man who is about to die in an orphanage and a wooden wick.

The cruelest thing is that this old man already knows that his time is short, but he can only be forced to lie on his hospital bed covered with gold bricks, helplessly waiting for the moment when his hatred of the northwest falls into a box.

No one can save Fangzhou!

All the treatments are nothing but hanging!

I also know this, but I can't save Fangzhou.

I can only save myself.

On this day, I learned to drink tea and read newspapers.

There's no other reason than to pass the time.

As a combat readiness duty room second only to Sanjin Hospital, the west wing room is quite complete.

After reading all kinds of newspapers, it was only a half past that I turned on the old-fashioned Pentium 2 processor computer.

The contents are not worth a damn, and occasionally there are some secret internal information, which have long been declassified.

After reading the things in the computer, it was finally time. The sound of a password sounded outside the door.

Combat readiness duty handover orders are the daily basic practice of the secrecy unit, and every day the password will be notified in advance by the messenger to the night watchman.

This is also one of the few traditions that Fangzhou has preserved.

That mysterious biography is ......

Naturally, he is still a bald old man who wears many hats!

Fangzhou was established during that period of hard struggle, and there were not many members of Fangzhou at that time, but all of them were outstanding people!

Due to the constraints of the environment, the pioneers and martyrs in Fangzhou could only engage in the simplest physical and chemical popularization education.

Most of the time, what Fangzhou can do is eradicate illiteracy!

In the later stage, the situation was grim, and the people of Fangzhou finally found a career that suited them.

One year, Fangzhou moved to Taihang Mountain, specializing in making explosives and imitation grenades, giving the heaviest blow to the foot basin.

Then, the footbasin set its sights on Fangzhou.

That night, the footbasin special operation touched the Fangzhou base!

In that battle, Fangzhou was almost completely annihilated!

The reason is that Fangzhou did not enforce the password at that time.

The lesson of blood gave rise to the iron law of blood, and the command of blood continues to this day.

I opened the door with the right password, and looked at Ge Li in front of me, I was a little stunned.

"Are you ready for war?"

"Yes."

I frowned, "You just got off the third class."

Golly took care of himself and said coldly, "Yes. Got an opinion?"

"It's worth the war preparation and the three hospitals?"

"Yes. Questions?"

Gori, who was even colder than me, squinted at me, and without hesitation, he untied his gun from his waist and threw it heavily on the table.

I looked at the 79 micro-punch, which had mostly shown its true colors, and was silent for two seconds: "Do you want to bring supper?"

"I'll figure it out myself."

Goli waved his hand coldly: "It's timeout. Get out."

I walked to the door silently, and Gori suddenly spoke, "Take over the shift and buy a few boxes of mooncakes in the evening."

"The brothers in the Sanjin Courtyard worked for seventy-two hours in a row, and they didn't have anything to eat."

"Five kernels or ham?"

"The cheapest."

When I went out of work, I deliberately slowed down and walked through the mailroom without squinting.

Suddenly, I turned around!

In the mailroom, one of the one-eyed dragons that had been cursing me immediately knocked over the water glass in fright.

Walk to Yuyuantan Park and take a shortcut to cross to the big willow tree.

In the last century, Yuyuantan was responsible for the water supply of the entire Yandu, and also carried the happiest memories of countless old Yandu people in their childhood.

During the holiday, tourists flocked to the Great Wall Forbidden City, and the lesser-known Yuyuan Pond was retained.

Two o'clock in the afternoon is the most lazy time in the park.

The autumn sun is warm and warm, shining through the yellowing foliage

Light. Look at the book

The old ladies are scattered in all corners, chatting about the dire situation of foreign countries in the parents' short swing, and the lonely grandfathers singing Peking Opera with erhu.

In the antique corridor, there are many old stubborn masters fighting crickets together.

After a few minutes of walking, I stopped.

On a grassy slope in front of them, a large group of children were pulling and looking for crickets with various tools.

The point of cold dew is the golden peak of Lao Yandu's crickets.

Since the cricket emperor Zhu Zhanji, the folk fighting cricket style of Lao Yandu has been prosperous for a long time and has continued to this day.

Every August, the people of Yandu, young and old, will pick grass in Yuyuan Lake to find crickets. Either sell for money or give up the cricket field to win prizes.

Now Yuyuantan has been changed into a park, but looking for crickets every year is still an indispensable activity for the old Yan masters.

Within two minutes, a child grabbed a pink head, happily put it into a bamboo tube, and beckoned his friends to run to the pavilion to start a cricket fight.

At this moment, a small flower face stained with mud appeared under the grassy slope, and a group of little stubborn owners abandoned themselves, looked at their empty plastic cans in frustration, and angrily smashed the flower shovel in their hands.

Boom!

Xiaohua was stunned and bent down.

When Xiaohua's face came out from under the ridge again, there was a small jar covered with mud and ash in her hand.

The jar was unremarkable, unreflective in the sunlight, and looked ugly.

Little Flower Face sat on the sparsely dug lawn, looked at the little jar curiously, and then looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Xiaohua Face first used Xiaohua Shovel to violently pry open the jar, and then smashed the jar upside down on the lawn and smashed it fiercely.

Soon, an object fell from a small jar on the lawn.

A burst of golden light!

It's a golden object the size of a matchbox!

Lifting the jar diagonally to the sun, to make sure that there was nothing else in the jar, Xiaohuamian put the jar aside at will, picked up the small coffin, looked at it and shook it, and then used a small shovel to pry.

failed to open the gold box, Xiaohua's face was not polite, and she grabbed the gold box and slammed it on the ground.

After smashing for a while, the gold box was somewhat deformed, but it was still intact.

Xiaohuamian suddenly lost interest, threw away the small coffin in disgust, picked up the flower shovel *** lawn, and continued to excavate.

At this moment, around the corner, the old man of the park security guard yelled angrily.

"Hey. It's you stinky boys again, digging the lawn."

"Stop!"

Xiaohuamian was so frightened that she immediately ran away.

Before running, I didn't forget to pick up the gold box.

On the grassy slope, the earthen pot was kicked down by Xiaohua's face, and rolled down the grassy slope, making a crisp metal clashing sound along the stone path, and landed directly at my feet.

At the bottom of the jar, four block letters come into view.

Win forever!

The old man of the security guard trotted over and grabbed Xiaohua's face, and grabbed the gold box in one hand: "Where is your adult? Fine!"

Xiaohua's face was so frightened that she didn't dare to respond, so she got away from the old man of the security guard and ran away.

The old man of the security guard was panting and chasing after him to no avail, scolding and reluctant to turn back.

Looking at the ravaged grassy slope, the old security man was even more angry, and the turtle son's mother kept scolding.

Suddenly, the old security man glared at me, "What are you doing? What's in your hand?"

I straightened up, clay jar in hand, "You want?"

The old security man looked at the mud pot and snorted twice.

I pointed to the lid of the mud pot on the grassy slope, "Can I pick it up?"