I, Qinghuan

The small ten-square-meter room was noisy late at night, crying here, crying there, coaxing here, and coaxing Ming Wancheng while busy apologizing to Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan for a long time.

Qing Huan covered Nan Yang's ears considerately, not letting those voices wake her up.No matter how long the room had been arguing, she kept covering her ears for as long as she did, no matter how sore her hands were.

After a lot of tossing, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night. Several people were tired from crying and coaxing. Everyone said good night to each other, and began to prepare to end this tiring day with sleep.

Tomorrow night, Cheng suddenly thought of something, and buzzed in a hoarse voice just after crying: "The puzzle said, we need to hear the sound of the chainsaw at 06:30, but we don't have an alarm clock, what if we can't get up at six o'clock?"

Qing Huan patted the shoulder of the sleeping woman in her arms, "Don't worry, the alarm clock is here."

Tomorrow night, Cheng remembered that Nan Yang, an extremely self-disciplined man of God, was still there, so he was relieved.

Going to bed at 3000 o'clock in the evening and waking up at [-] o'clock in the morning, this is Nan Yang's routine for [-] years.But even if she sleeps late, her body will habitually wake up at six o'clock, and then her brain will quickly judge whether to stay in bed today.

The room slowly fell silent, and several people fell asleep one after another.

It was a tortuous and long day, obviously only a few hours in the secret room, as if centuries had passed.

Silent all night.

Everyone fell asleep more and more deeply, and no one seemed to realize that they could only sleep for four hours.

The various camera positions in the four corners of the room have also entered a dormant state, and the staff should also go to rest.

Until 59:[-] am.

Nan Yang's eyelashes moved slightly, and the soft eyelashes gently scratched Qing Huan's side face.

59:50:[-].

She curled up her fingers resting on Qinghuan's waist.

59:59:[-].

Her eyebrows furrow slightly.

It's exactly six o'clock.

A pair of light brown eyes slowly opened, the eyes were full of laziness and clarity.

It's time.

Nan Yang remembered the task on the jigsaw puzzle yesterday, so even though her sleep was far from the usual standard, she still allowed herself to enter a waking state.She hugged Qing Huan who was still sleeping in the dark, looked at the corner of the room, and after confirming that the cameras were not working, she gently kissed Qing Huan's hair top.

She slowly and carefully got up from the crowded sleeping bag, thinking about whether to wake them up first or turn on the light first.

Suddenly, she noticed something strange.

Her hearing and eyesight are excellent, and she can easily tell whether a person is awake or asleep. In this room, there is obviously another person who is awake like her.

Wake up, but make no sound or move.

Nan Yang immediately became vigilant, and poured his inner strength into his eyes to inspect his surroundings.When she saw Bai Jinqiu with eyes open in the corner, she froze for a moment.Then slowly let go of the tight pores, and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

She thinks too much.This is a modern society, not the rivers and lakes of ancient times. How could there be so many thieves with ulterior motives who wanted to harm others.

Bai Jinqiu was very quiet, sitting upright, his eyes fixed on the face of Cen Ziyan who was still curled up in his sleep, his eyes were undisguisedly gloomy.

She shouldn't have just woken up, she hadn't slept all night.

She didn't sleep all night, just staring at Cen Ziyan, like an executioner guarding a prisoner, suppressing Ling Chi's desire every second.

Nan Yang is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business. She pretended not to notice, and crawled out of her sleeping bag, stepping over the sleeping woman on the ground unhurriedly, walked to the door and turned on the light.

"hiss……"

"Oh my God."

"how……"

The moment the lights came on, there was a sound of dissatisfaction on the ground.

Nan Yang stood at the door with his hands behind his back, and said expressionlessly, "Get up."

Qi Yi covered his eyes, and his voice was still sleepy: "Boss Nan, you... are amazing, you really are an alarm clock!"

Tomorrow night, Cheng lifted up the sleeping bag covering his body, stuck his head in hard, and cried, "I don't want to get up..."

Bai Jinqiu stretched out his hand the moment the light came on, covering Cen Ziyan's eyes, preventing Cen Ziyan from being caught by the sudden light.

Qing Huan woke up hazily, maybe she hadn't gotten out of the dream yet, her eyes were half closed and she muttered: "The pot is burnt, go to the kitchen, the gas is about to explode..."

Qi Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's the bomb? Your wife should have bombed us."

Nan Yang walked towards Qing Huan, Qing Huan slept in the innermost place, she passed several people with her feet raised high, like an indifferent and noble crane, walking among a group of bantam chickens on her slender legs.

When she came to Qing Huan's side, she squatted down and hugged Qing Huan to help her sit up.

"It's six o'clock?" Qing Huan narrowed her charming eyes and looked at Nan Yang with twinkling eyes.

Nan Yang hummed, and raised her hand to help her straighten her long curly hair.

People who have just woken up always have a lot of complaints, or they need to relax for a while, and it will be 10 to [-] minutes after several people in the room are fully awake and regain their senses.

Cen Ziyan looked at the time on her MP4, and said softly, "It's 9:06 in 30 minutes."

Everyone sat down in a circle like playing a jigsaw puzzle yesterday. The sleeping bags were piled up in the corner, and the jigsaw puzzle that had been moved around was spread out in the middle, quietly waiting for the sound of the chainsaw at 06:30 .

Waiting for the interval, Qi Yi offered: "If everyone feels bored, why don't I tell you another story..."

Mingwan Cheng: "Don't, don't!"

Cen Ziyan: "Mr. Qi, please don't..."

Qing Huan: "Xiao Yi, shut up."

Bai Jinqiu: "...No need."

Nan Yang: "..."

If Qi Yi told another ghost story about the horror of a chainsaw, and it happened to rise up at 06:30 when the butcher performed a mighty operation with the chainsaw, which heart would be able to bear it?

Qi Yi pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled: "Oh, I'm not only good at telling ghost stories."

Cen Ziyan glanced at the MP4 again, and reminded: "There are still 2 minutes."

Tomorrow night, Cheng turned Wusan upside down, found a blank page in the next few pages, took a gel pen, and prepared to record.

Not long after, there was the same heavy footsteps as yesterday, accompanied by the roar of pulling the chainsaw, and came to the iron gate.After a brief pause, the chainsaw began to touch the iron door.

This time was different from the chaotic sound yesterday. The sound of the chainsaw touching was long and short, paused and continuous, which obviously contained some kind of pattern.But what is the law, several people are at a loss, do not know why.

Tomorrow night, Cheng will be holding a pen, not knowing what to write down.

Nan Yang glanced at her, took the pen from her hand, opened his notebook, turned to a new page, and started to record.

The butcher outside the door seemed to be afraid that they would miss it, and saw the same paragraph three times in a row, and the people inside the door felt numb for him just listening to it.

"Morse code."

After Nan Yang finished memorizing, he spit out five words briefly, then tore off the page, and flicked it on the floor between the six people with his fingers.

Riding on the strength she sent, the thin paper spun a few times in the center and stopped slowly.

I saw a crooked but very clear paragraph written on the paper:

[·····/··———/—····/——···]

Each piece of code neatly corresponds to a number, which are:

[5/2/6/7]

The other five looked at Nan Yang with different eyes.

"This is..." Ming Wancheng looked at the piece of paper on which the puzzle had been solved, with a dazed expression, "...Have you finished solving it?"

Qing Huan stared blankly at the piece of paper, "So this is Morse code, I've never seen it before..."

"Boss Nan," Qi Yi looked at Nan Yang in a daze, "what on earth do you Mei's do? You train special forces?"

Cen Ziyan sighed: "That's amazing."

The director team behind the camera also looked at each other in confusion. This is a very complicated level. The guests should write down the rhythm first, and then search for clues to solve the puzzle in order to obtain the Morse code comparison table.Who would have thought that someone would be free enough to memorize the Morse code table?

But Nanyang is so idle.

In fact, it is not idle.

There was a life in which Qing Huan was the head of a secret service. She basically didn't speak human words and communicated purely by typing Morse code. Nan Yang had no choice but to memorize the entire Morse code table in order to be able to say a few words to her. When cracking, in addition to the Morse code itself, there is also a second-level security code dedicated to the two of them.During those war-torn years, she and she had hardly met each other, but in those obscure and complicated Morse codes one after another, they leaned on each other and supported each other, and they survived the long period of hardship age.

At that time, Qing Huan would respectfully call her "Mr. Nan".It is not the "sir" that can only be used by men, but a respectful title that most people in that era would use for those who are knowledgeable and status.

Nan Yang half-closed her eyes, lost in memory.

She and her in those years, like duckweeds on the surface of the water, were swept up by the torrent of the times, but still harbored hope and eagerness.

Until now, she still remembers those telegrams from Qinghuan that she deciphered in the sleepless night.

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"Sir, since the last stronghold was discovered, I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"Sir, there has been a lot of rumors recently. Some of my companions accidentally leaked their identities and died by being skinned and pulled out. I am a little scared, and I miss you a little bit. I have heard some things these days, which are obviously irrelevant, but they can always Thinking of you a few times in my heart."

"Don't worry, sir. I'm very powerful and I won't be discovered. Even for the sake of my husband, I will do my best to protect myself. My husband also needs to take care of himself."

"Sir, I ate delicious crispy candy in the south of the city a while ago. The brand is called Heshuangyu. I paid for it and left a pack for my husband. Remember to get it."

"Sir, there is rice in the bureau today, stewed potatoes with chicken drumsticks, it's unpalatable, and it's a match for Mr.'s craftsmanship."

"Sir, yesterday I set out a mission and failed to complete it. My superiors expressed disappointment to me. I suddenly felt that I did not do as well as others. I almost exposed my identity a few times. I couldn't help wondering if I was still suitable for the job. But, When the country is still in crisis, how can we live in peace and happiness? Everyone is wise and safe, and my old friends laugh at me as a fool, and sacrifice my life for my family and country. I am not sad at all, because I know that Mr. I understand my perseverance. I have the world in mind, sensuality, enthusiasm, Tibetan and commonplace. A nation without heroes is a sad nation. I dare not call myself a hero, but I would like to be a firefly and shine in the dark. A little light, so I don't have to wait for the torch. With Mr. here, I have the confidence to survive in this hell."

"Sir, thank you for your comfort yesterday. Of course I know that I am the best woman in my husband's eyes."

"If you are free, sir, please help me bring ten silver dollars to visit my mother. She is old, and I cannot accompany her, and her life and death are uncertain. It is really unfilial. If my mother asks about the identity of the husband, the husband will say, you She is someone I can entrust my life to, let her be at ease."

"Sir, I left a white cheongsam in the silk and satin shop in the north of the city. I sewed it myself in my spare time and put it in the third shelf of the counter. It is a gift for my husband. Thank you for your continuous care. .”

"Sir, I saw a very beautiful puppy yesterday. It has curly hair. It is raised by our commander's wife. It is very cute."

"Sir, of course you are very cute."

"Sir is very cute, really."

"Sir, Kyoto has fallen, you must protect yourself, don't be killed by stray bullets, don't be bombed by planes, don't be accidentally killed by insurgents, you must live."

"Sir, you don't have to worry about me, as long as you live, I will live."

"Sir, I have been very worried about you recently, and I miss you, and I miss you very much. I think, when this retreat is successful, I will go to you. I have lived too tired in this life. It is a long way to go, but there will be a return. If the future It will be my greatest honor to spend half my life by Mr.

"Sir, I'm going to the last battle, you have to take care."

"Sir, you don't have to ask me when I'll be back. Maybe I'll never come back. Maybe, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Sir, don't be too sad."

"Please remember, sir, that you are the last rose in this barren land of mine."

That was really a very romantic life, so romantic that Nan Yang still clearly remembers every byte she typed out on the radio.

I also remember that many years later, when the world was in trouble, I sat on the second floor of the teahouse, wearing the white cheongsam she gave me, and finally waited for her to return from the bloody battle.The man was dressed in a dark green military uniform, with long curly hair hanging over his shoulders, holding a military cap with a large brim in one hand, and a bunch of candied haws in the other, as bright as a budding flower.

She walked over, her long military boots tapping on the simple wooden floor, solemn and solemn.She bent down and handed the candied haws to her hand, then bowed her head and performed the most respectful military salute in her life.

Nan Yang was distracted, Qing Huan noticed it, and squeezed the back of her hand quietly.

"What do you think?"

Nan Yang struggled from his memories, overlapping his thoughts with the society in front of him.

"The password is found, we can go out," Qing Huan took Nan Yang's hand, and walked outside with a smile, "Come on, let's draw lots to see whether we should sleep in a private room or a hard seat."

Nan Yang hooked her lips and held Qing Huan's hand.

In the process of leaving the secret room, she curled her index finger and tapped a piece of Morse code rhythmically on Qing Huan's palm.

Qing Huan felt that Nan Yang was constantly tapping her palm, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Nan Yang smiled at her: "I'm typing a telegram."

He laughed lightly: "Really? Then... what did you knock on?"

Nan Yang didn't speak, but just looked away lightly, with a smile in his eyes, looking at the door of the secret room that was slowly opened.

She clenched Qing Huan's hand, together with the answer she just typed, into her cold palm——

In my barren land, you are also the last rose.