Mountains and seas have a home

In Northeast China, a black Mercedes-Benz drove into the main house of Ji’s family in the Daxing’anling Hunting Ground. Although the body had only been repaired this morning, it was already covered with a thin layer of snowflakes.The snow is still falling in the northeast, and there are holly and a few maple trees planted on both sides of the carved black iron gate, but now they are all stretching out their bare branches, looking out from the inside of the fence.

The snow-sweeping aunt stood by the door with a bamboo broom. The Mercedes-Benz engine roared, driving up a slope, and finally stopped under the pine tree beside the road. Next to it was a villa near the mountain.

When the Mercedes-Benz passed the black iron gate, the auntie saw that the rear window was lowered halfway, and there was a lady sitting inside, with a silver fox scarf and a small black hat, her profile was reflected on the window, and the falling snow covered her indifferent eyes. look.

Auntie looked at the taillights of the Mercedes-Benz, stood there and thought for a while, then lowered her head and swept the snow on the steps without thinking about her own business.

Mother Ji stepped down from the back seat of the car, and stepped on the soft snow with low-heeled black leather shoes. She carried a black leather bag, gathered her coat, and looked up at the ancient pine tree covered with frost and snow. It is said that this pine tree came from Zhao Kuangyin. The time of the emperor is here.

"Ma'am," someone walked down the stone steps in front of the villa and raised his hand to Ji Mu, "You are in time, come with me, Madam is waiting for you in the hall."

The middle-aged housekeeper had a kind face and a dignified demeanor. She held an umbrella, moved it over Ji Mu's head, and asked her to come up.Ji's mother brushed off the falling snow from her sleeves, glanced back at the gray stone wall of the villa, and walked into the wooden gate of the garden.

The trees in the garden are patchwork, and you can see heather, red pine and bellflower.On the piles of flower stands, there are only dry stems of roses and roses, and the water in the pond has frozen.

Under the floor-to-ceiling windows on the north side of the hall on the first floor, the white-haired old lady was lying on a rocking chair covered with a velvet blanket, holding a copper incense burner in her arms to keep warm.Copper censers are not common in this era, but the old man embraced the censer, and even closed his eyes to meditate, his expression was as quaint as the whole villa.

She shook the chair quietly, when Ji's mother walked in from the door, a gust of cold wind poured in, which was quickly blown away by the heating.The wife's eyelids were raised, and the loose skin due to old age made her look lifeless, and her squinted eyes reflected the falling snow outside the window.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Bai is back." The housekeeper bent down and whispered in his wife's ear, and Ji's mother stood aside with her hands down, putting the leather bag on the small coffee table.

The wife agreed very lightly when she heard the words, and got up with the butler's wrist. Her movements were very slow, but she didn't make people feel anxious, as if she was born like this, calm and unhurried, others just need to wait quietly .

"grandmother."

Ji's mother took off her gloves and stretched out her hand to the wife. The wife sat up straight with the support of the housekeeper, but she was still half lying on the reclining chair.She raised her dry and thin hand from the copper censer, and shook hands with Ji Mu weakly.

This lady is Ji Yao's great-grandmother.Her surname is Xu, and her ancestry can be traced back to the Jurchens. She is the most serious owner of the Daxinganling hunting grounds. She was born in the 20s, when China was still under the leadership of President Xu/Shi/Changda.The hunting ground was opened by her father, and it has a history of a hundred years. Many famous families in the old era have fallen, and the Xu family in Xing'an Mountains is still well-known.

According to her seniority, Ji Yao would call her "wife". She was married to Ji Yao's great-grandfather, and both families were Orion families.She is a long-lived person. Ji Yao's grandparents have passed away, and her great-grandfather has also turned into loess. Only she is still alive. Although she is old and does not often show up, she is still the symbol of the entire hunting ground.

The wife pointed to the soft chair in front of her and signaled Ji Mu to sit down. The embroidery on the soft chair was lifelike, with peacocks, pheasants and pine trees embroidered.The steward saw that the charcoal in the copper censer was almost exhausted, so he picked up the stove and went outside to add charcoal fire and spices.

"Bai Zhu, how long has it been since you came back?" The wife's voice was rustling, like the voice from a phonograph, full of ancient flavor.

Bai Zhu is Ji's mother's real name. After Ji Yao's father announced his death, everyone called her Mrs. Bai.Bai Zhu nodded, looked at the endless heavy snow outside the window and said, "It's been ten years since Song Lin left."

The wife sighed softly, with a sad expression on her face. She crossed her hands, covered her body with a camel down blanket, and rocked the chair: "Why did that child Song Lin disappear suddenly? I took him with him when he was young. I was so happy." , I have also wronged you, the granddaughter-in-law."

Bai Zhu smiled faintly, looking a little cold. She smoothed her sideburn hair, folded her hands on her knees and said, "Ten years have passed, and Song Lin still hasn't come back. I've been looking for him for so many years, and sometimes I I even wondered if he was really..."

"Nonsense!" The always quiet wife suddenly reprimanded violently, and then coughed violently. Bai Zhu was startled, and quickly got up and patted her on the back to help the wife calm down.

The wife raised her hand and pointed at Bai Zhu with a trembling index finger and said: "Song Lin can't die, he just disappeared, and he will come back one day. He is my most beloved grandson and the owner of this hunting ground! "

Bai Zhu lowered his eyes and said nothing. At this time, the butler hurried out from the side door, apparently hearing his wife's cough and rushing over.New charcoal was added to the exquisite copper censer, and some French spices were sprinkled. The censer is very old, and it has been polished by my wife's hands for many years.

The housekeeper apologized to Bai Zhu, and helped his wife calm down, and rushed to bring warm water with a bitter taste. After drinking it, the wife got better and lay down on the chair again, her thin chest rising and falling.

The two sides fell into silence, the wife didn't toss her body, she coughed as if she was about to fall apart, Bai Zhu sat and watched the snow, and waited for the wife to recover.Bai Zhu's expression was always alienated, as if she was not his wife's granddaughter-in-law, but just a guest of this family, coming to drink tea and sit down.

The two women didn't talk about Ji Songlin any more, the wife covered the warmth and started another topic: "Bai Zhu, is your father still in good health?"

"My father is still in good health, and he went mountaineering and skiing a while ago. I advised him not to hurt his muscles, but he still didn't listen." Bai Zhu smiled, picking up the teacup on the table and shaking it gently.

There was a faint smile on the wrinkled face of the wife, and there was nostalgia in her eyes: "I saw your father once in the winter of ten years ago. I was 91 years old at that time. It is now in a blink of an eye, but I have never seen him again." It's over."

Bai Zhu took a sip of hot tea and smelled the fragrance of the tea. The forest on the mountain behind the villa was covered with heavy snow, and a pine branch was broken: "My father and mother are still here, but my younger sister has passed away."

She said this in a gentle tone, lingering in the grief of remembering the deceased, as if this is not a sad past, but a daily occurrence when she woke up yesterday morning.

The wife was a little surprised: "You said that Bai Yuan has passed away? I regret this."

"She died ten years ago." Bai Zhu said after a long time, "She and Song Lin went on that mission together, and when they came back, there was only one corpse."

The misty fragrance of tea brought back the thoughts of ten years, even the white snow outside the window seemed boring, the turtledoves in the old forest were chattering on the trees, and the bright red roofs of the villas in the distance were exposed.

The wife pursed her lips and said nothing, then lowered her eyes to look at the incense burner in her arms, and said, "How many people came back from that mission? I can't remember exactly."

"Four people." Bai Zhu replied quickly, "Six people when we went, not counting the army and labor."

"Yeah." The wife nodded, and did not continue to speak. The lingering sound echoed in the empty hall. In the vertical fish tank against the wall, several red fish floated up and down with their tails. The lamp hanging above the head gave off a gentle light. The spiral staircase is spotless.

Originally thinking that the atmosphere would be silent like this, the wife suddenly asked her great-grandson: "Why didn't Yaoyao come back with you this time? Is he busy in Beijing?"

A trace of warmth finally appeared in Bai Zhu's indifferent eyes. She put down the teacup and said with a smile: "He is in Russia now, and he will go on a mission tomorrow. Maybe he will come back in the next year. He won't be able to visit you this winter. .”

"Well, Russia, it's quite far away." The wife squinted her eyes and thought to herself, "Why is the task so urgent that no one will pass it for years?"

"The mission of international cooperation is related to the hole in our heads. He will be fine, it's just an ordinary mission." Bai Zhu said, she told a lie, but his wife didn't seem to hear it, she was too old, I don't want to worry about these trivial matters anymore.

The wife doesn't know how bad the mother-child relationship between Bai Zhu and Ji Yao is. Her memory only stays at the scene more than ten years ago. sit.

Bai Zhu thought of the mobile phone in her purse, and there was still a call from Ji Yao on it. She heard Ji Yao call "Mom", but finally hung up by herself.

After Ji Songlin's accident, she had various disputes with Ji Yao. The dispute broke out completely after Ji Yao joined EDGA. connect.

Thinking of his son's face, Bai Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved and grateful.But when she thought about Ji Yao's current situation, endless clouds hung over her brows. She only hoped that the younger generations would not repeat the mistakes of the previous generation.

At noon the next day, Chen Wei led He Luan to the door of his house, which lived in a relatively high-end neighborhood in Xicheng.Stepping on the snow and swiping the card to open the gate of the community, Chen Wei turned around and asked He Luan to follow. He was in high spirits, running and jumping in the snow.

"Wei Wei, help me brush the snow off my back." He Luan said to Chen Wei in front of the elevator, and turned around to ask him to help, holding the things Chen Wei wanted to buy in his hand.

Chen Wei tidied up his clothes in twos and said, "Why are you so nervous, isn't it just a little snowflake, it doesn't get in the way."

The elevator came down, two people walked in, and Chen Wei pressed the button for 15 arms.He Luan was standing next to him wearing the camel hair scarf. He was thin and a head taller than Chen Wei.When he went out, he deliberately slapped the top of his head and asked Chen Wei to pull out a few white hairs for him.

"See my parents later, you don't have to be too afraid of them, they are fine." Chen Wei put his hands in He Luan's pockets to keep warm, "I told them about you on the phone before, they They all said they wanted to see you."

He Luan clasped his hand in his pocket, bowed his head and kissed him quickly on the cheek, and said, "It's fine if you don't tell me, but once I do, I'll get more and more nervous."

Chen Wei touched his cheek, patted He Luan's head, and pointed to the camera behind: "Old He, there is a camera here, why are you still kissing me?"

He Luan glanced at it, didn't speak, stood up straight, with a supermodel figure, Chen Wei became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it.When he was about to reach the floor, Chen Wei tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Old He, you will come into my house later, let's not be too intimate, I'm afraid my parents won't be able to accept this."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

In the Baikal Lake base of the Russian Time Bureau, outside reporters and media had been waiting for a long time. They were talking about this year's big news. The waiters who came and went brought champagne on the tray, and the aroma of flower petals and sake wafted in the venue.

When the noise of the reporters came to Ji Yao's office through several walls, he was changing his suit in front of the mirror, put on his shirt and vest, and Fu Zhong put on the formal suit from behind him.Ji Yao is tall and has long legs. He is very elegant in a suit and looks like an elite.

Dressed to look thin and undressed, he is talking about people like Ji Yao.Fu Zhong knew that the chief had been exercising all year round. Although he hadn't seen him naked, Fu Zhong still had a rough idea of ​​what his muscles looked like.

"You blocked my assistant from the door, how do you let him behave?" Ji Yao straightened his back and buttoned the front button, and his waistline was pinched down.

Fu Zhong turned to him and lowered his head to straighten his tie, and then let him in. He said, "I don't worry about others. I have to do everything by myself. I think your assistant shrinks when he sees you." , it must not be a good thing.”

Ji Yao raised his eyes to see Fu Zhong's expression, leaned over to wipe the tip of his nose, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that you have to remove all the people around me to be relieved?"

"It's nothing if you remove it from the front, back, left, and right sides. I can rest assured if I hold you every day, even if I miss a day." Fu Zhong fastened the collar pin on him, wiped the lines on the collar pin with his fingers, and lowered his head to bite his lip.

Fu Zhong's hand brushed Ji Yao's waist, and when he left, he had a black card in his hand, and he quietly pushed the black card into the sleeve of his windbreaker coat.

The light shone through the mirror and shone on the two of them. The velvet curtains were drawn, and there was no sound in the office, only a faint noise, which sounded distant and incomprehensible.

After kissing for a while before letting go, Fu Zhong clasped Ji Yao's waist, and Ji Yao put his arms around his neck and kissed.This time the kiss was very careful, so as not to mess up the clothes on her body, Ji Yao was about to go out to be interviewed by reporters as a representative of the executive in China.

The door of the office was opened suddenly, Ji Yao turned around quickly, with a calm expression, and saw an assistant walking in with a stack of documents, followed by Constantine.The assistant looked at Ji Yao's square and neat clothes, as well as his usual well-fitting glasses with sharp edges and corners.

There was some surprise in his eyes, the assistant pushed his glasses, and in the blink of an eye, he saw another man in the office, standing behind Ji Yao and tightening the cuffs of his windbreaker.Occasionally, he raised his eyelids and looked at himself, that faint gaze seemed a little cold.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, and Fu Zhong obviously didn't welcome him in. There were two great saints in front and a Buddha in the back, and it was difficult for his assistants to survive in the middle.

"Chief Ji, I'm sorry to disturb you. Mr. Constantine said that he wants to see you. The outside is about to start. Here are the documents you want. Please have a look."

Ji Yao felt that the word "disturb" was very appropriate, but he didn't point it out. He stepped forward to take the paper from his assistant, and nodded to Constantine.Constantine also seemed to be rushing to the outfield to deal with the reporters. He was holding a folder and a pen in his hand, and his breath was still a little confused.

"Mr. Ji, the press conference will start in 5 minutes. If you are ready, please rush to the venue as soon as possible. You are the first speaker." Constantine said.

Of course Ji Yao knew this, he nodded to Fu Zhong behind him, turned around and followed the people out of the door while flipping through the documents, the noise outside the door was a little louder, he talked to Constantine in a low voice, his expression was a little bit It was so charming just now.

Fu Zhong knows Ji Yao's ability to change his face, he is the chief, he has to be tense, at least in front of outsiders, he must be serious and rigorous.Fu Zhong likes him, likes the majestic face in front of others, but softens into a river of spring water in his arms behind him.

When Constantine went out, he glanced at Fu Zhong vaguely, and quickly turned his eyes away and left quickly.Fu Zhong naturally met Konstantin's gaze without being humble or overbearing. There was suspicion, speculation, and even a little pity in that gaze, which was bottomless.

Compassionately watched Konstantin leave, his eyes gradually turned cold, like the winter wind on the land of Siberia, whistling across the border, awe-inspiring and clear like frozen Lake Baikal.

But he quickly adjusted, found a space where no one was watching, and quietly shook Ji Yao's hand.They looked at each other and smiled, Fu Zhong stood at the fork in the road and watched Ji Yao rush to the venue, listening to the sound of his leather shoes fading away, and the voices of the reporters outside rising and falling.

Chen Wei and He Luan sat at the dinner table together, today was very lively, many guests came to the house.Chen's mother said that Chen Wei used to be crazy alone, but today he is so quiet and so good.

He Luan saw Chen Wei's face that was about to shrink under the table, and quietly reached out to press the back of his hand under the table. Of course, this was done out of everyone's sight.Naturally, Chen Wei didn't dare to go too crazy because He Luan was by his side, for fear of driving He Luan crazy away.

After the meal, He Luan wore an apron to help wash the dishes in the kitchen. Chen Wei was embarrassed to let him do it alone, and stood beside him to help him clean the foam.They were standing in the large kitchen and chatting. He Luan said that Mama Chen was really good at cooking, and the corn rib soup was delicious.

Talking about things in heaven and earth, Chen Wei took the cleaned dishes from He Luan, folded them and put them back in the cupboard.Suddenly, I heard a news broadcast in the living room: "At twelve o'clock Beijing time, the press conference of the 'backtracking' plan of the Lake Baikal base in Russia opened, and Ji Yao, the executive representative of China, took the stage to speak, and Mr. Ji mentioned. …”

Chen Wei put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his hands on his clothes, and rushed to the living room. The press conference was being broadcast live on TV. He saw Ji Yao in a high-definition suit speaking in a calm tone under the intense spotlight , high nose and deep eyes, the majesty is unbearable.

"Old He, Lao He, come and see, it's the chief, Chief Ji." Chen Wei greeted the kitchen, turned to face his parents with a proud face, "This is the instructor who took us, Chief Ji Yao, I used to talk to You said it."

He Luan cleaned up the kitchen and came out after wiping his hands. He put his apron on the chair and stood next to Chen Wei with his waist to watch TV together.He had rarely seen Ji Yao before, but now he suddenly realized that this Chief Ji is indeed the kind of person who is quite amazing at a glance.

Chen Wei opened the curtains and looked around. On the huge LED screen on the high-rise building, all the supermodel advertisements had been replaced with real-time live broadcasts. Ji Yao's face appeared on the advertisement screens all over the city, and the pedestrians on the side of the road stopped and looked up.

Ji Yao stood on the stage, glanced at the long and short cameras under the stage, and calmly stated the purpose and specific implementation plan of this plan. He spoke in cadence and babble.The reporters below kept quiet and listened attentively.

"...Time is racing against each of us, even though we are dealing with time." Ji Yao finally said, "Maybe we will die in battle in the next second, but we still ride the wind and waves, not afraid of death."