Home from scratch in another world

In the four-party cooperation, all three parties have been settled. I have to say that Shimeng is a little excited, and feels that he is one step closer to the goal.

She is now sitting in the car driven by Mr. Zhonggu. After talking about it, he will be a person from the deep space, so she asked: "What was Mr. Zhonggu responsible for in the port mafia before?"

Shitani, who is always renamed by the two guys behind him, wants to refute "my surname is Shitani" loudly, but when he thinks that the one sitting behind him is his future boss, and the other is Qiangang who can beat him up. Cadre, pull out a smile.

"I belonged to the post-war clean-up squad in the Port Mafia."

"That's it." Shi Meng sighed, there probably isn't a suitable major for him in Deep Space, why don't you let him go to the security department that Shier is building?

After listening to this passage, Rimbaud skillfully arranged for his old subordinates to go: "Let Mr. Zhonggu be in charge of building the building first, he is already very familiar with that."

Shi Meng nodded, but being democratic, she consulted the other party's opinion again.

Xia Gusi, who was going to the construction site to move bricks again, felt mad at the villain of his former boss, and replied with a smile on his face, "Okay, leave it to me."

……

Shi Meng and Rimbaud walked into Shenkong's current office building. The front desk lady had heard that Shenkong would have two airborne high-level executives, and the boss dug them in person.

I have seen Mr. Fu Hei before, wild and lazy, and the scar on the corner of the mouth is full of stories.I saw Mr. Rimbaud for the first time today, and I was amazed by the romantic and affectionate demeanor of the Chinese people. I thought to myself, no wonder the internal group of female employees said that the two newcomers were poached by the small boss from the entertainment industry. It's high!

The two greeted the lady at the front desk, and then took the elevator to the office floor. The company's department executives met the core eight, and then she introduced it to the ordinary employees. The group met for a more formal meeting. Notice, we have to wait for the meeting.

Shi Meng accompanied Rimbaud to familiarize himself with the office of the boss of the marketing department. After the two praised each other, the boss left first. Arthur Rimbaud, who really came to work in deep space on the first day, was not as lazy as he was in Hong Kong. , full of enthusiasm for work, enthusiastically dealt with the documents pressed by Shimengdui, and prepared to launch the first shot of management rights.

The head of the marketing department finally took up his post today. The actual head of the game department, Yan Tsuji pedestrians, leaned against the half-open window in the corridor, listened to the noise coming from inside, lit a pipe, and slowly exhaled a puff of green smoke.

Shi Meng saw him as soon as he came out of Rimbaud's office, walked over to say hello, and asked quietly, "Didn't Editor Matsuura say anything when he came in this morning?"

Ayatsuji looked down at her, recalled the appearance of the editor, and replied lazily: "I'm not here to press the manuscript."

"Great." She breathed out.

The blond man put out his pipe and shook his head, thinking that this guy is really an idiot, Shi Meng became nervous when he saw him shaking his head.

Seeing her expression, Ayatsuji pedestrians patted her forehead again, urging: "The letter sent is on your desk, you should read it quickly."

Shi Meng clutched her forehead, puzzled, and went back to the office in doubt...

……

There are not many letters sent by Matsuura Fumichi on the table, they are all readers of "The Exile Suite". Shimeng hesitated before opening the letter, even though she knew that there must be a reason for the letter sent by editor Matsuura himself, but she remembered that the letter sent by editor Matsuura must have a reason. Regarding the remarks about this novel, I feel a little scared in my heart, do I want to go back and read it at night?

But after a moment of hesitation, curiosity finally prevailed, and she opened the first letter in hand. The handwriting was correct, and it was written by a Yokohama student who was studying in other places.

[Respectfully, Teacher April:

It's late spring, how is Teacher April doing well?

Recently, I read the teacher's new work "The Exiles Suite", and I was very moved. I am a Yokohama student who graduated from Tokyo University, and I also came out of the war. I was only 12 years old when the war broke out.

……

In war, human life is like ants, how strong it is to be able to endure the pain of parting from family members and live tenaciously.But after the war, no one ever reflected on those officials who provoked the war, those officials who sent young people to the battlefield, and those officials who took away all the benefits of Yokohama. The dilapidated and barren Yokohama.

There is no need to repeat the hardships of studying and surviving after that... My first half of my life was like Yosei Aoki, but I did not have his bravery and firmness in the second half of the book.When I received the admission letter from Tokyo University and walked out of Yokohama, I also felt like an exile, and I would be confused when I read at night, and then looked at the seaside on the other side for a long time.

However, I am very grateful to God for allowing me to meet my lover. Both she and I are fans of the teacher’s books. She loves reasoning, but I only love "The Poor Hundred". Maybe there will be another "Exile" in the future.It is extremely presumptuous that my lover deduced the real age and gender of the teacher not long ago...

……

I think Yosei Aoki is the incarnation of the ideals and beliefs of the teacher, and also carries the shadow of the teacher. From now on, Aoki will also become the benchmark I pursue.

Maybe things in the world can’t come true, and I who want to enter the political arena may not achieve anything in the end, but just like the sentence quoted by the teacher in "The Poor"-"Those who can do things do things, and those who can make a sound speak out .There is a little heat, and there is a little light. There is no need to wait for the torch."

I am willing to do my part in the light of firefly candles.

... Forgive me for not daring to tell you my real name now. If one day I can realize my inner ambition, I hope that the teacher will recognize me as a clumsy student at that time.

Best regards

Cang Wang]

This letter is actually very long, with several pages, and there are many "Cang Wang" words of admiration for his lover, but Shi Meng is reading this letter almost word for word.

When she read about his difficulties in Yokohama, she felt the same way. When she read about their love, she couldn't help but smile happily. When she read about his passion and ambition, she even read it repeatedly. There was a surge of enthusiasm in her heart, just like three years ago As if receiving a letter from Silver Wolf-kun and the others...

Shi Meng thought, even if Yokohama is dilapidated, there are a group of people who love her, no matter how high or low they are, no matter how fierce they are on weekdays, they are willing to sacrifice everything for her when she is in deep suffering.

This made her feel deeply, so she picked up a pen to meditate for a moment, and wrote a letter to this aspiring Yokohama student. The strength of the enemy, the darkness of the road and the abandonment of her inner persistence, she is willing to be the other party's pen pal...

She wrote this letter for a long time, but when she finished writing, she almost opened the next few letters with enthusiasm, and found that they were all sent by foreign book fans.

Shi Meng tried hard to calm down and opened one of them.

【Dear Teacher April:

Hello.

I'm an ordinary person, or I used to be.I live in the largest and busiest city in our country, but that was only once.

……

On that day eight years ago, the war came. First there was the sound of urgent sirens, and the mobilization on the radio. When it first broke out, everyone was at a loss. The youth went to the battlefield, our army set off, our Soldiers are going to war.

However, in the face of the people's army approaching half of the city, the invaders were only a few thin figures, and then there was no sign of purple smoke coming, so quickly.

How can civilians escape the poisonous gas spreading in the city?

Just like what was written in the teacher's book, ordinary people were massacred, just like the train that never came back, silently, maybe there was no pain when they died.

However, compared with the pianist living in the empty city in the book, our city is actually not bad. Few people have survived the poisonous gas that filled the city like me, but unlike me, they will Enduring the harm caused by the poisonous gas, he lived in pain all his life.

And why I was able to live intact, teacher, you must not have guessed, it is because I have awakened a supernatural power... A weak air shield allowed me to survive this poisonous gas tide.

But this air cover is so small, except for me, my parents, brothers and sisters, and the store friends who greet me when I go out in the morning, all of them are gone...

I hate myself so much!This ability that has killed so many people, damn poisonous gas, how can I awaken the ability!At that moment, I even felt that my whole being was denied!

At that time, I wanted revenge, I wanted to avenge the enemy, and I blamed all my sins on this ability... Maybe I was also talented when I was studying chemistry. I reproduced it perfectly, and I was ecstatic , This information was handed over to the country, and the enemy's death was awaited with joy.

It was also used as I expected, on the battlefield... all the battlefields... on the battlefields of our country, under this, there is no grass, and the city I am in has completely become an empty city.

I found that I released the devil, and I allowed the devil to use the weapons I made to plunder the benefits.

And in the end, it was the ability that stopped all of this.

This makes me completely hopeless...

After living in a daze for eight years, I finally woke up after seeing "The Exiles Suite". It turns out that in war, everyone is a victim.So in fact, does war really have anything to do with abilities?

Teacher, I still don’t understand... But after reading the book, I cried the same as eight years ago. The helplessness, remorse, and pain of losing my relatives and compatriots at that time, even after so long, this pain is still hidden in my heart. forget.

……

I picked up the chemistry I love again, and this time I can only warn myself not to impose the suffering I have experienced on others.

Thank you for "The Exile Suite", thank you for writing this novel.

I wish you peace and joy.

—Isaiah Edison]

The person who was thanked read the letter and breathed lightly. Her eyes fell on the last sentence of thanks, and her emotions were hard to express, but she felt that she should reply something. As a recognized person and expected people.

But when she wrote a sentence of thanks, another long silence, the most unforgettable pain for him, and the difficulty of evaluating this experience, should she say some words of comfort, encouragement...or understanding?

Shi Meng pondered over the words over and over again, not knowing where to start. In fact, what should be said has already been said in the novel. Even though she never completely attributed the war to supernatural powers, seeing what happened to him, his reflection , His pain felt powerless, unspeakably powerless...

Shi Meng leaned back on the recliner, her heart was heavy, her eye sockets seemed to be a little heavy, and she didn't even have the strength to breathe.

It took her a long time to regain her composure and read through the remaining letters.

[Respectfully, Teacher April:

……

I am a child who has experienced war, and I am also a person who was taken away by war.

When the war broke out, the whole family was still looking forward to this year's harvest season. The winter wheat on the plain was about to mature, and everywhere was covered with golden light. The whole family was working on the ridges.

The explosion caused by the fire in the wooden warehouse and the whirlwind caused by superpowers came suddenly. The tornado came and carried our hope for a year.

Hiding in the cellar, my sister and I have to thank my grandfather for preparing the cellar for a good harvest. He and my father dug for a whole month, and this month's hard work saved our two sisters' lives.

……

In fact, eight years have passed, and my sister can no longer recall the appearance of her parents. Maybe we should all forget about this incident and move on, but not long ago, the town encountered a real tornado again, and my sister suddenly said: "Sister, I smelled it." The smell of the cellar."

Tears came to my eyes in an instant, and I realized that we all remembered, that we who depended on each other for life will never forget everything brought about by that battlefield.I started to think back and reflect, and I started to search for everything that recorded our past.

Then we discovered that there was so little information about the war that we couldn't find it...

And after that we read "The Exiles Suite", the only novel on the market that records the war. Many people said how false the novel is, and the pianist is so weak, but we admire and love him so much. He has a strong The longing for survival and the courage to live, even though when he plays, behind him are dead relatives, friends, compatriots, and missing benefactors.

……

Thank you Teacher April for writing this book, thank you for your existence in this world, you really don’t know what it means to us!

We will also live well, maybe living is enough.

I wish the teacher good health and family happiness.

——From a pair of sisters who have experienced war]

Taking a long and deep breath, Shi Meng's hands shook slightly, and he opened the follow-up letters. Like the two sisters, the letters were sent by "exiles" who had experienced war and displacement. Bereaved couples, displaced children...

Whether the content of the letter is catharsis, grief, confession, gratitude... the last sentence is the hatred for the war, and the persistence of gritting your teeth to live.

So in fact, so many people have the courage and determination to face tomorrow.It made her feel at this moment, as if she and the people all over the world are working hard to persevere and find a way to change——

——I understood for a moment.

The girl who picked up the pen didn't move a word. She wanted to write something, but she also cried.

She didn't even know why she was crying. She just wiped the water stains on the paper with her hands after reading the next few letters. After searching for a paper towel for a long time, she couldn't find it, so she had to wipe it with her sleeve in a hurry.

Shi Meng prayed that no one would knock on the door of her office at this time, it was really embarrassing to cry like this.

Then I was really afraid of something coming. For the first time, the person who came didn't break in directly like grabbing her to play a game, and knocked on the door in a gentle rhythm.

Shi Meng hurriedly tore at the hem of her shirt to wipe her tears, her waist was so cold that she realized that she was a supernatural being, and did a "psychoanalysis" for herself, and finally she was able to calmly say, "Come in."

The person who knocked on the door was Ayatsuji Xingren. He came in with the document and put it on the table. He looked at her state from the corner of his eyes, then pretended he didn't see anything, and without saying anything, he gave her the document on the document. Put a pack of tissues, take the door and go out.