[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

The idea of ​​being alone in danger.They have been together for more than ten years and have never experienced a major separation. Even though they have been separated in two places for the past three years, their hearts are always close together, like two trees side by side. After a long time, the roots have grown together and entangled each other. , regardless of you and me, Minglou is still delusional to be able to forcibly separate them, and each will face the sun from now on?

He angrily put down the letter and put down the pen, stretched out his hand to take the sheet-shaped object from before, and took it apart in a few moments. On the spread sheet of paper lay a slice of brown medicine. When he got closer to smell it, it was a bit spicy. aroma.

Angelica.

Mingcheng immediately felt comforted.

He snorted, pointing his fingers in the air, as if he was pointing at the familiar face, and said to himself: "You came to ask for peace as soon as the war started, Professor Mingda, you really have backbone. "

With a puff, he still didn't hold back, and laughed.

"Hmph, I'll let you go this time."

In the beginning of autumn, one waits for the cool breeze to arrive, two waits for the white dew to fall, and three waits for the chilling cicadas to sing.

The vegetation shakes down and declines, the cold gnats sing at night in the middle of the night, and the mountains and rivers will see you off.

Autumn is here.

[1] In the seventh volume of "Utopia", Socrates and Glaucon discuss cave metaphors.

[Seventeen] summer heat

Six thirteen in the morning, Paris.

Minglou took off the earphones, turned off the radio, covered the transmitter again with a dark cloth, tore off the page that he just wrote down from the notebook, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

He is obviously in a good mood today, and his skills in the kitchen have improved a lot. It is very rare to fry a golden poached egg. The color is great and the smell is delicious. The taste must not be much worse.When I went out to pick up the milk for the newspaper, I saw a small basket next to the mailbox, with a beautiful pink bow tied on the basket, and there were sweet handmade biscuits in the basket, obviously sent by the cute little messenger Jenny for him to taste A small gift to taste.

Minglou finished the sumptuous breakfast contentedly, and piled the used tableware into the sink in the kitchen—there was no helper at home, but he knew that from today onwards he would never have to wash the dishes by himself again—then I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the soft sofa.

He took out the folded and folded telegram record from his coat pocket.

The content of the telegram is actually quite a lot, mainly arranging a few tasks that need to be completed as soon as possible, but Minglou read it over and over with great interest, not for anything else, just for the four words at the end of the telegram.

——Celadon arrives in France.

His little Ah Cheng is finally coming back.

34:[-].

The conductor began to wake up the sleeping passengers one by one, reminding the gentlemen and wives who were going to get off at Gare du Nord to pay attention to the radio in the car.Mingcheng stood by the window and stretched, the carriage was ups and downs, his thoughts were also ups and downs, as if he could put on a pair of wings, fly over the rest of the journey, and head straight to that person.

Staring at the green trees and fields outside the window, Mingcheng would be dazed, and Mingcheng turned back to his seat full of energy, and took out an envelope with many folds on the surface, which looked like it had been turned over many times from the interlayer of his coat. Words - Brother Cixiu Qi.He held it in his hand, rubbed his fingertips on the word "Cixiu" for a while, smiled softly, and with a light flick of his finger, he took out the letter inside and read it again.

His smile was so warm and gentle that a girl next to her couldn't help being attracted and asked curiously in very jerky English: "Sir, is this a letter from your wife? You look very happy."

Mingcheng replied gently in French: "No, it's my brother. We have only communicated by letters for three years, and this time we can finally meet."

"That was wonderful, congratulations, sir."

"Yes, thank you for your blessing."

At 41:[-], Ming Lou stood in front of the full-length mirror in the study.

Professor Mingda frowned and took off the tie he had just tied.

No, no, this color doesn't match the coat well.

Minglou was just about to put the tie back in the closet, but suddenly hesitated - this tie was bought by Ah Cheng with his part-time job money. Before he went to Frunze, he always liked to use this tie for Minglou's wedding ceremony. Dressed to match, and even bought a matching tie bar and shirt for it.

Withdrawing his outstretched hand, Ming Lou put on his tie again, thought for a while, and took off his coat.

A good wardrobe has been torn apart.

this?No, the color is too dark, it will make people look too old-fashioned, and Cheng is much older, so it is really inappropriate to dress like this.Or wear this?No, no, this is even worse. Although Ah Cheng has lost weight since he was not in Paris, he still looks too fat in this style.This one is pretty good, but this one... one of the buttons fell off during the mission last time, and I haven't repaired it yet...

Professor Ming is also very distressed today.

At 59:[-], Mingcheng said goodbye to the girl sitting beside him in a friendly manner.

He calmly picked up the suitcase, put a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, took out a hat and put it on his head, and got off the train with the crowd.

Not many people came to pick up the station, and the entire Gare du Nord could even be called deserted, with serious bodyguards walking around from time to time, and even among the crowds, there were occasional plainclothes police patrolling.Mingcheng walked unhurriedly in the passage to and from the platform, his eyes slightly narrowed behind the sunglasses, and he quickly constructed a topographical map of the entire station in his mind.

Platforms, waiting halls, ticket offices, import and export...

The place where I am standing now is in the southwest of the entire train station, while the waiting hall is in the northeast, far apart, and martial law is obvious today, so it is not easy to bring a guy in, and there are many people in the waiting hall Miscellaneous, if you are not careful, something will go wrong. To be on the safe side, it is not a suitable place to do it.

So from the beginning of drawing up the plan, he gave up the option of the waiting hall and decided to use the period from entering the platform to boarding the train.

Mingcheng glanced at his watch, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The next train to Berlin leaves at [-]:[-].

enough.

At [-]:[-], Minglou went downstairs, and when he was about to go out, he received a call from Mingjing.

"Minglou, are you up yet?"

Minglou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sister, if I didn't get up, how could I answer your call so quickly?"

"Just wake up, pack yourself up quickly, and go out to pick up Mingtai." Mingjing rambled, "Oh, Mingtai went to Paris alone, and he didn't know how to eat or sleep on the train. Going out alone, I really can't worry about him."

"Elder sister, Mingtai is no longer a child, don't worry. When Ah Cheng and I were the same age as him, how could we have been so delicate?" Minglou coaxed her, "You must be worried that you haven't slept all night. Come on, hurry up and go to rest, ah. When Mingtai arrives in Paris, Ah Cheng and I will take good care of him, you don't worry about me, don't you worry about Ah Cheng?"

Ming Jing snorted: "Fortunately, there is Ah Cheng, otherwise I wouldn't dare to send Mingtai abroad, just like your young master, who can barely support himself, how can I raise my brother well."

Ming Lou was not convinced: "Eldest sister, you are not right. Ah Cheng is a child I taught. Who can raise a younger brother better than me? Tell me."

"Pretty words, you two don't know who will raise the other."

Mingjing laughed as he spoke, and finally said to Minglou in detail: "You three brothers, you should all be well in Paris. My sister doesn't ask you to be famous, as long as you live in peace and stability. Minglou, you are the boss. Brother, look at the two younger brothers more for my sister, and my sister will feel relieved."

"Hey, big sister, I see." Minglou told her warmly, and I don't know how many times he began to persuade her, "Look, the country is not peaceful now, since Mingtai has also come to Paris, why do you have to be alone? How about in Shanghai? How about you come to France to settle down, on the one hand, you can avoid those troubles, and on the other hand, you can keep an eye on our three brothers, isn't that good?"

There was a little silence in the microphone, and the electric current was mixed with breathing, gently and heavily rising and falling in the pinna.

After a long while, Ming Jing said softly: "Sister understands your intentions, but there are still many things that sister has to do... Even without these things, Minglou, the bird is tired and knows how to return, the fox died first, and the root of the Ming family Here, someone always has to stay."

"Don't worry, I know what to do. I still have to wait for the country to be more peaceful, and I will call you back. I will watch you marry wives and have children, and your blood will continue. Our family lives together, lively, How nice it is to be reunited."

Minglou's hand holding the receiver tightened.

"Elder Sister is right." He said with a smile, "Mingtai has always been aware of your wishes, and I think he will marry a gentle and virtuous wife who suits your liking. I'm afraid that when the time comes, Ah Cheng and I will be more in love with you." Out of favor."

Ming Jing spat at him softly: "Don't be poor, Professor Ming, go pick him up quickly."

At [-]:[-], Mingcheng turned into the restroom in the exit passage.

There was no one in the bathroom, Mingcheng found the "cleaning" sign from behind the door and put it at the door, then closed the door and locked it from the inside.He opened the suitcase at hand, and like butterflies through his fingers, he assembled a gun lightly and quickly, stepped on the sink and climbed up to the small window on one side.

The window is not big, but it is enough to set up the muzzle.

Mingcheng half-closed his eyes, looked for today's target through the scope, and kept adjusting his sniping posture.

He took a light breath and slowly sank down.

At [-]:[-], Minglou ended the call with Mingjing, checked his clothes again, and walked briskly