One two three four one two three four like a song, the green barracks green barracks taught me, sing the mountains and shake the ground, sing the flowers and water joyfully, one ah one a one a steel gun handed over to me, two yes two yes two yes no words for the motherland, three yes three, the three armies are bitter and happy, the four seas are home, hey, hey, hey!

The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, and the victory song was so loud that our beloved motherland would henceforth move toward prosperity and strength. Over the mountains, over the plains, across the surging Yellow River and the Yangtze River, the vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown. The heroic people have stood up! We are united and fraternal, and we are as strong as steel!

……

In the study, Li Lu closed his eyes slightly, even at this moment, his sitting posture still maintained a standard sitting posture, leaning back against the back of the chair, and his thoughts returned to the distant 1988.

It was spring, March, and he appeared in 1988 in an incredible way. He caught up with the best of times and the worst of times. At that time, there was a desperate desire for democracy in everyone's chest, everyone was extreme and blind, and the whole society was mired in a kind of fanaticism. And only he knows that that kind of fanatical democracy will eventually push the whole country into the abyss of collapse.

Everything changed because of him, like a carriage rushing towards the abyss, and he rushed forward, blocking the rolling wheels with his body, even though he was crushed and bruised.

The ruthless history proves him right and verifies what he met.

When many countries in the West are caught up in the terrorist attacks of the new century, when more and more countries are tossed beyond recognition by the pseudo-democracy they have planted, and when people look back at the state regime in which they are often scolded by them, they find themselves living in paradise.

Because there will be no terrorist attacks that kill and injure hundreds of people at every turn, let alone in the capital, because there will be no traffic police who will shoot and kill people who violate traffic laws at will, because there will not be too many frightening things here.

You can stand in front of the local government gate and the mayor's mother without any damage, but if you stand in front of the state or federal government and the governor's or president's mother, the guards will not hesitate to shoot you to death.

A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Li Lu's face, enough is enough, he has done enough. At the very least, nowadays, in order to crack and arrest fraud gangs, the government does not hesitate to use diplomatic relations to communicate with many countries through a series of cumbersome procedures, and send its own police to conduct cross-border investigations and arrests.

After all, this was a glorious era when an ambassador for the safety of the lives of a foreign national would personally rush to the scene to put direct pressure on the authorities' police commanders.

What's there to regret?

It's always the family that's sorry, especially the little revival that has just been born. Before he could say a word to his father, he left forever.

It's just that he is helpless, born in a special family, and Xiao Fuxing's future life is destined to be different from ordinary people. He needs to take on more, and the effort and reward are eternally proportional.

Li Lu suddenly had a ridiculous thought: Will he return to the era that originally belonged to him? In that completely parallel world, he was a major logistics officer. If you have the opportunity to go back, you will definitely not sit dead and wait for a change of job like before, maybe you will be ambitious to do something again?

Anything is possible, isn't it?

In the courtyard outside the study, the director of the gold factory stood there, looking at the sky with his head slightly raised. Minister Zheng sat on the side, his head bowed, smoking a cigarette one by one. There are several guards around the perimeter who are sculpted and on guard. At this time, you will find out that the gold mill is holding a cane in his hand, and his leg has been injured.

The time came to eleven o'clock at noon, the sky was slowly graying, and the wind was gradually getting stronger.

"It's going to rain. The gold mill looked at the sky and said.

Minister Zheng looked up and his gaze fell on Director Jin, "Can death really solve the problem?"

Director Jin slowly turned around and looked at Minister Zheng, waiting for him to speak, he knew that Minister Zheng had something to do.

"Li Mai, Li Hao, Li Fuxing......" Minister Zheng said in a deep voice, "Even if Li Lu dies, can he solve the problem?"

Director Jin understood what Minister Zheng meant, Li Lu has descendants, and he has outstanding descendants. Yes, even if Li Lu is dead, can the problem be completely solved?

Zhu Jiu Clan?

Big joke.

"yes, it's not so much death as rebirth. Director Jin sighed, "However, you and I have no right to speak." ”

Minister Zheng was silent again, looked down at the ancient floor tiles, lit another cigarette and smoked sullenly, his hands trembling a little.

"Do what you should do, say what you should say, Lao Zheng, we should have a clear conscience. Director Jin said.

Minister Zheng shook his head slowly, "I can't do it." ”

He stood up abruptly and looked at Director Jin, "There must be a way, we can keep Li Lu alive, there must be a way." ”

"Is there any way?" said the gold factory with a wry smile, "I understand your feelings, the shot he shot you back then was crooked, and you want to be crooked today." Did you know that I have a deeper friendship with him? My Lao Jin is not an insensitive person, if there is anyone among us who does not want Li Lu to die, I am the first. But so what? And you, don't you understand, Li Lu already has the heart of death. Even if we let him go, do you think someone like him will accept it?"

Minister Zheng grabbed his head with both hands, his expression was very painful.

After a long silence, a drizzle slowly drifted in the sky, hazy.

A delicate snowflake landed in front of Minister Zheng, and his vision slowly cleared, and he saw clearly, it was a delicate snowflake.

Minister Zheng slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The gold mill slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Minister Zheng slowly stood up, his expression surprised, stunned, and shocked, and Director Jin had the same expression.

The drizzle fell with sparse snowflakes, and slowly, the drizzle was replaced by snowflakes, and the snowflakes slowly increased, drifting in the air with the breeze, shaking and shaking, falling on the roof, falling to the trees, and falling to the ground.

Minister Zheng and Director Jin looked at the snowflakes with dull expressions, they were wearing single clothes, and they didn't feel a trace of cold. Their gaze was deep into the sky, gray, snowflakes drifting.

Slowly, Minister Zheng and Director Jin looked at each other, and they both saw tears in each other's eyes. Perhaps none of them felt and did not realize themselves, tears. Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor.

They looked down at the more and more snowflakes on the floor, but they were reddish and white. They could even hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the floor, faintly, but incredibly clear.

It doesn't matter what kind of snow it is.

The important thing is -

This is located in the tropical South Port, and it is midday and it is snowing.