you come from the sky

Fang Haochen did not expect that he would fall asleep so quickly.

And this sleep was so sound that he didn't even have a dream, and it was already dawn when he opened his eyes full of energy.

Fang Haochen sat up, looked at the bedside, it was empty, even the pillow was a bit cold, obviously the rain had gone for a while.

"Going so fast..."

He didn't even want to wait for him to wake up, Fang Haochen muttered, his heart was just like this half of the bed, empty and uncomfortable.

Glancing at his watch, Fang Haochen packed his things. Director Yao is also the current director of the Material Research Department, but Director Yao definitely can't manage two departments by himself, so Fang Haochen still needs to take the lead in bringing things with him when it comes to moving. The research office will do it.

Moving house is a major event, and it is also urgent. Maybe Director Yao rushed to find Bian Yu, so he didn't wake him up?Fang Haochen thought, alas, why did he think of Bian Yu again?Too useless.

Fang Haochen forcibly pressed down the repeated thoughts in his heart, straightened his collar, and became serious with a face that everyone in the Institute of Materials Science and Technology was afraid of, but when he opened the door and looked up, he saw Bian Yu coming back with two rice bowls in his hands. cylinder.

Seeing Fang Haochen, Bian Yu sized him up first: "What's the matter? Going out?"

Fang Haochen was stunned for a moment. "No." He murmured, then laughed, raising his voice like a sunflower in full bloom, "No." He said again.

"Then come over and have breakfast." Bian Yu said as he put the breakfast for the two of them on the table.

"When did you wake up?" Fang Haochen sat opposite Bian Yu, he felt that he might have a strange disease, which made his muscles uncontrollable, and made him want to laugh.Fang Haochen didn't dare to laugh so presumptuously, so he could only lower his head to hide his excessive elation.

"It's very early." Bian Yu said, "I can't sleep, so I just want to call back breakfast, and you can have hot food when you wake up."

Fang Haochen raised his head, and asked with some concern: "Did you sleep well?"

Bian Yu glanced at Fang Haochen silently, sighed, and said to himself slowly: "How could I be able to sleep."

"Oh..." Fang Haochen felt a little guilty, "It's my fault, I made you worry last night."

When Bian Yu heard Fang Haochen's words, he paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You are so cute, Director Fang."

Fang Haochen looked puzzled, frowned and complained: "How cute..."

Bian Yu laughed loudly: "It's so cute."

Before he finished his breakfast, Bian Yu was called away. The person who came called him urgently, so he knew what was going on.After Bian Yu left, Fang Haochen had no intention of eating. He put on his newly made dual-purpose shirt, took a deep breath, and walked to the material research department.

On the morning of the early summer of 1978, Fang Haochen called all the comrades in the Physical Research Department, and very calmly announced the decision to evacuate all personnel from 201.

Fang Haochen said that the base of 201 was going to be refurbished, so all the researchers temporarily moved to a party school in a certain city. At the same time, the research work was suspended and a three-month ideological training was carried out.

Fang Haochen didn't say the real reason, he couldn't say it if he didn't want to.To his surprise, no one questioned his unsophisticated excuse, and no one investigated the deep-seated reasons for this abnormal behavior.

All the researchers looked at Fang Haochen calmly, accepted the order calmly, carried out the order calmly, sorted out the research notes, and moved the files.Everything is tacit to each other.

If it is not calm, it is probably because it is not the New Year or the festival. The cafeteria made a meal of dumplings abnormally, with cabbage and pork, with thin skin and big stuffing.After moving the files for a whole day, the logistics department was not too tired, and even cleaned the inside and outside of 201, especially the words "No. The engraved characters are as clean as a mirror, reflecting the old man's dark and wrinkled face.In the evening, a few soldiers from the security department took the researcher to drink some wine. Political Commissar Hua and Director Xu not only did not scold them, but also joined in. Each of them did not drink much, and each took a small sip , All the rest of the wine was poured into the iron barrel, and the flames burned even higher in an instant, like a sacrificial ceremony, burning away all the irreplaceable materials, and shining the night sky of 20 red.

"You really are here."

Fang Haochen's gaze was still on the firelight downstairs, and he replied sullenly: "Well, I don't know where to go."

In fact, there are many places in 201 that he wants to go to. He has stayed in 201 for so many years, and every corner of 201 has his memories. Building No. 2 smelled the pungent smell of engine oil. He wanted to go to the old base, to the abandoned family compound, to the dormitory of the Department of Physical Research, and to the cafeteria of the researcher, but in the end Fang Haochen still came here, his office , the place where he spent the most blood and sweat in 4.

Bian Yu stood beside him, looking out the window with him: "Last night, you were called away because of this incident?"

Fang Haochen nodded, he couldn't tell Bian Yu much, but he also knew that he couldn't hide it from Bian Yu, so Fang Haochen just said: "I don't know when I can come back after leaving."

Fang Haochen paused slightly while speaking, and then said: "I always want to take something away, but I can't take anything away."

Except for the most important research notes and archives, they can't take anything away. 201 should keep its original appearance as much as possible to welcome the new owner.

As a "junior" of 201, in fact, Bian Yu can't empathize with Fang Haochen's experience, but when he looked at Fang Haochen's expression, he remembered himself not long ago, the one who wanted to leave 201 and escape from research work. Myself, the self who was once trapped in the haze.

And the self who is always held firmly by Fang Haochen.

"In this case, take a memory with you."

"memory?"

"Yes." Bian Yu pulled Fang Haochen to the desk and pressed him on the chair, "I will save a memory of 201 for you."

Then, Bian Yu skillfully found paper and pens from Fang Haochen's office, pulled a chair, and sat opposite Fang Haochen.

"Does Director Fang have any requirements for the painting?" Bian Yu said, and he has skillfully drawn the basic outline on the drawing paper with a pencil.

"A request?" Fang Haochen was stunned for a moment, and said, "You want to draw for me again?"

"Yes." Bian Yu said and glanced at Fang Haochen, "Did you throw away the one I drew for you last time?"

Bian Yu's words made Fang Haochen bow his head in shame. He not only threw it away, but also tore it up, together with Bian Yu's words "Hello, Mr. Fang".

"Don't move around." Bian Yu said.

Fang Haochen quickly raised his head again, but except for being drawn by Bian Yu unintentionally last time, Fang Haochen has never been "portraited" in such detail, especially this person is Bian Yu.Being watched and recorded by Bian Yu so carefully made Fang Haochen very nervous.

"Can't I say something?" Fang Haochen asked.

Bian Yu raised his head from the painting to look at him, smiled, then lowered his head again: "What do you want to say?"

"Have you painted many people?"

As soon as he asked this question, Fang Haochen wanted to slap himself, what a stupid question.

Sure enough, Bian Yu also smiled: "Do you want to ask about my emotional experience?" He tilted his head after speaking, and said slyly, "No, you are the first."

"I don't believe it." Fang Haochen said.

I don't know if Fang Haochen's words were really too stupid, which made Bian Yu laugh non-stop. Fang Haochen thought that he should be angry, but Bian Yu's smiling face with his lips pursed was so good that he couldn't help laughing too.

"Thank you, Bian Yu. Thank you for being here."

Sighing, Fang Haochen said, "From another perspective, it's a good thing that you can leave 201."

Bian Yu's paintbrush stopped, he lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, and said: "Actually, I don't care whether I want to leave 201 now... What's more, what I leave is only the body of 201, and I can't live without 201. soul."

soul?What is the soul?Fang Haochen didn't know, he hadn't even thought about what a human soul is, let alone 201's soul.

At this time, the sound of the accordion sounded outside, and someone sang the song "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road".

Listening to the ethereal singing, Fang Haochen muttered those few words, and lost his soul for a moment.

It wasn't until Bian Yu brought the painting in front of Fang Haochen and said, "The painting is finished, how about the boss?" Fang Haochen came back to his senses.

But the painting in front of him made Fang Haochen dazed again.

Strictly speaking, Bian Yu's drawing is not a realistic sketch. For example, there are no papers piled up on the floor in Fang Haochen's office at this time, and the outside is not full of spring, but in Bian Yu's painting, the ground is full of paper. Fang Haochen sat at the desk, turned around, and smiled at Bian Yu.

This is exactly what 201 used to be, and it is also the memory of 201 that Bian Yuxiu gave to Fang Haochen.

But Fang Haochen said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with the painting."

"Oh?" Bian Yu leaned over, "What's the problem?"

"Here." Fang Haochen pointed to his own eyes in the painting, "I am looking at you, so there should be you in my eyes."

Bian Yu was stunned for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "How do you draw this? I'm too small in your eyes, so ignore it."

Fang Haochen disagreed: "No, how can this be ignored? Of course it cannot be ignored.

"In the memory of 201, I can't live without you."

"Then..." Bian Yu pondered for a moment, "I've signed my name."

Bian Yu took out the pen while talking, but what should he write?

"Gift to a best friend"?He is not reconciled.

"Gift to your beloved"?He can't.

After thinking about it, Bian Yu wrote a few lines of beautiful pen characters in the lower right corner of the painting——

"Gift:

stars from the sky

side rain"

Fang Haochen looked a little dissatisfied, took the pen from Bian Yu's hand, and added the word "I" on that line.

"That's good." He looked at the signature composed of two people's handwriting with satisfaction.

"Gift: My stars from the sky, Bian Yu."

The next day, before dawn, all the files and materials of 201 were loaded onto the car.

Political Commissar Hua got into the car to count the heads, and as soon as he noticed a few researchers with mournful faces, Political Commissar Hua immediately began to speak with an accent: "What are you doing with a mournful face? We are doing ideological training, and it's not like we won't come back. Be positive.

"Ah, that little one. Yes, play a song and let everyone sing to mobilize the atmosphere.

"Really, why are you crying?"

"Political Commissar!" Hua Political Commissar's chatter was interrupted by a little soldier's voice, "Can you lock the door?"

Commissar Hua poked his head out of the car and glanced at the palm-sized iron lock held by the guard: "Lock it." As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, "Wait a minute!"

He said and jumped out of the car in three or two steps: "You get in the car, I will lock it."

"Yes!" The little soldier handed the lock to Commissar Hua.

When he got the lock, Commissar Hua felt that the lock was so heavy that it seemed to weigh a thousand catties.He looked up at the research building in 201, which was so far away, it seemed to be outside the mountains.

A gust of wind blew, and there seemed to be some pungent spice smell in the wind, which made people's eyes red and nose sour. Commissar Hua quickly lowered his head, sniffed his nose, and wiped his face twice.

Then he picked up the lock, pushed on the bolt of the 201 iron door, and with a "click", the lock was locked.

This place, which has been operating day and night for more than [-] years, finally returned to tranquility at this time.

Commissar Hua sighed, jumped onto the truck, and closed the door with a bang.

"set off!"

Following an order, more than a dozen trucks, carrying 201's researchers and research notes, drove in another direction, a direction they were not familiar with.

In fact, since yesterday, Fang Haochen has been thinking about what is the soul of 201.

Is it the researchers who are still sitting in the office and working as usual even on the last day?Or the rumbling precision instruments in Building 4?Is it a dumpling meal in the cafeteria?Or spirits spilled in barrels?Is it the loud military songs one after another in the car?Or is it the dust that has not settled for a long time flying up behind the car?

All of them, or maybe none of them.

201 is like the burning materials in the iron drum. What they left behind after spending their entire lives is only the secret that cannot be taken away, the ashes of the times.

But if someone came here thousands of years later, they would follow the ashes and find the footprints left by 201 here.

They might gleefully say, "Look! This is history."

Yes, history.

This may be the soul of 201.