Mountains and seas have a home

In the examination monitoring room of the Lake Baikal base, the holographic projection has been turned off. After a sigh of relief, the operators left one after another. They chatted in low voices about this year's examination and the candidate who arrived in Moscow on time.

The giant monitoring screen has not been closed yet, and the rest of the candidates are turning their heads to return. On the screen, the mountains and rivers are gentle, the plains are mighty, the meandering rivers pass through the snow blanket, and under the black sky, the white snow is shining quietly.

Konstantin saw the pouring rain in Moscow City, and it is said that this kind of heavy rain is not seen in this season.The transfer station is like a crawling beast, the giant clock on top is its head, the clock is ringing, the vast bells are covered, covering the wreckage of the plane billowing in smoke, flying glass shards, howling sirens, and the airport The crowd running in the middle, even Ji Yao walking with an umbrella, seemed in a daze.

The surveillance at the Moscow transfer station was turned off. Konstantin rubbed his brows and went outside to make a phone call. He leaned against the glass door and waited for the call to be connected. The staff who came and went nodded to him.

"The exam is over, and you have all seen the exam results, so that's it, that's the only way to go." Constantine said, the lonely white light hitting his shoulder.

Li Chongyan was sitting in the underground secret room, with Father Fu sitting on his side.Father Fu folded his legs, the wine glass dangling in his hand, he stared at the monitor screen that had been turned off long ago without saying a word, and then closed his eyes to rest.

"He is an excellent executive." Li Chongyan listened to the call from Russia, "After so many years, finally someone can challenge the world record again."

"Let him pass?"

"Pass." Li Chongyan sighed, and tapped the cover of the old diary lightly with his fingers, "Even if I don't let him pass, Ji Yao will let him pass. When he recovers from his injury, if he doesn't recover before time travel, I will Send another group of people over."

Constantine hummed lightly, wished each other well and hung up the phone.He walked back to the monitoring room, and the avatar of Molos appeared in the center of the screen, and he was calculating the test scores.Constantine sat down on the chair closest to the screen, and watched the artificial intelligence that was accompanied by data all day long, his tense and serious expression relaxed, replaced by an extremely light nostalgia and smile.

"Molos."

"Sir, please order."

"Remember ten years ago?"

"Sir, we are fetching information for you, please wait a moment."

Constantine was still sitting like that, with his hands folded, his glasses reflecting the rapidly scrolling data stream on the giant screen.Moros carried out the established procedures expressionlessly, and Constantine was the only one left in the entire monitoring room, with cold blue light smearing the walls.

"The data has been retrieved, sir, please enter a more precise search entry."

After a moment of silence, Constantine stood up and walked under the avatar, raised his head and said to him, "I'm not talking about these materials. What I'm looking for is not in the database."

"Unfortunately, Molos can't retrieve the information for you. Please enter the correct search note again." The mechanical male voice has no ups and downs, and the occasional frustrating accents are just the usual way of pronunciation in Russian. There is no popularity in the monitoring room, which seems a bit cool.

Constantine reached out to touch Moros's face, and even though Moros was just a beam of light, Constantine's hand stopped in the beam.Molos looked at him without any extra emotion, just repeatedly reminding Constantine to enter the correct search note.

After a while of silence, Constantine put down his hand, suddenly relieved: "Why don't you soften your heart like you did ten years ago? That's right, our memories are all buried in the grave without a trace. You take the Yangguan Road, and I take the single-plank bridge, they have nothing to do with each other, and the two live happily ever after."

He turned and left, closing the door of the monitoring room behind him, and countless reflections of him appeared on the glass, each wrapped in heavy loneliness.

The cursor flickered on the screen, and tens of thousands of search items disappeared, and finally there was a click, leaving only one solitary on the interface, and quickly typed a long string of Russian letters, which means "top secret file-Dragon King", But the content shows empty.

In the empty monitoring room, only a few planes in the video are rapidly flying over the Siberian plains, and the boundless snow makes all boundaries blurred.In such silence, suddenly there was a faint sigh, as if the old man had disappeared for many years and had turned into a deserted hill.

Constantine came to the ground and took a jeep to the cemetery in the col.Heavy snow had buried the tombstone long ago, and the old man guarding the tomb had just finished sweeping the tomb passage, and the marble was covered by ice shells, and the leather shoes would inevitably slip when stepping on it.

The old man took out a coat made of animal skins from his cabin, went over to put it on Constantine, looked at the flowers in his arms, and said, "To see him again? The flowers you sent can make people feel happy." He's planted a garden."

The turtledove made hoarse calls, the wind in the valley was quiet, and the cedar and red pine surrounded the cemetery. In the spring and summer of the coming year, the mountains and plains would be filled with rosin, and the colorful pheasants ate the pine nuts, and the meat was full of fragrance.

The old man led Konstantin to the tombstone, carefully swept away the thin snow on the pedestal for him, and brushed away the snow-covered inscription to reveal the writing on it: "Executor Anatoly Koseyevich Chi Moros, 1983.12.16—2010.02.10."

The flowers I sent last time were still placed in front of the tomb. The petals had long since been withered by frost and snow, and the dead branches were already showing signs of rot.The old man bowed his head and hugged the bouquet, trimmed the broken branches and leaves in front of the tomb for him, and sang softly the hymns of evocation.

Constantine bowed his head in front of the tomb in silence for a while, silently recited some blessings, and then bent down to put fresh flowers under the tombstone.The red petals fell like a drop of blood in the monotonous white snow before the grave of Molos.

He mourned in front of the tomb for 10 minutes, the old man was by his side, silent, only the crowing of turtledoves and the howling of wolves in the distance.Constantine also saw a white fox running in the forest, shaking off the snow foam.

The old man invited Constantine into the hut, poured him hot wine to warm himself, sat on the birch steps to polish his snow shovel, and said: "He is the loneliest of these people, and no relative has ever seen him." , but you, it’s been ten years, and you have to come every few days.”

"I'm his best friend, as it should be." Constantine stood under the eaves and looked at the cemetery. "As long as I'm alive, I'll keep visiting him. That way, when I die, he can build It's a garden."

The old man squinted his eyes and knocked on the old-fashioned pipe. The tobacco leaves choked him and coughed.Constantine finished his drink and left. The old man sighed leisurely behind him: "He will not be lonely if he has you as a friend. Oh, when I die of old age, who will come and send me flowers?"

Constantine turned his head, the old man pinned the pipe to his waist, lowered his head and continued to sharpen his shovel, the green smoke dissipated quickly.

Father Fu poured wine for Li Chongyan, glanced at the diary on his lap, and said coldly: "Do you still keep these things? Are you afraid of thinking about them in the middle of the night and having nightmares?"

The black and white wings are outlined with an ink pen, the ink is full, and it has faded after a long time.Li Chongyan smelled the faint scent of ink, and clinked glasses with Father Fu: "Some things cannot be forgotten. If you forget, who will clean up the mess?"

"The elders should not interfere with the affairs of the younger generations. The younger generations don't have to suffer from the sufferings the older generations have suffered." Father Fu said, "Putting the grievances of our generation on them may not be a long-term solution."

"As you said yourself, the Ji family must perish in this generation, and those who abandon us will eventually be abandoned by us."

Father Fu sighed, and after saying something, he turned around and asked Li Chongyan: "If Fu Zhong can't recover before crossing, who do you send to replace him?"

Li Chongyan opened the folder to look through it, and said: "A-level executives have hope. The team under Ji Yao, except for Chen Wei, is almost all A-level. The year-end assessment is about to begin, and someone will definitely let us see Bright."

Father Fu nodded, Li Chongyan's secretary came in and handed him a document, and reported in a low voice.After waving the secretary away, Li Chongyan turned around and handed the document to Father Fu to read.

"There are major archaeological discoveries in Tibet. Experts from Beijing have formed a scientific research team to do field research, hoping to get backup protection from the Time Bureau."

"Oh, I just want to ask you to ask someone to be their bodyguard?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

"Well, some are busy. Scientific research teams from all over the world are rushing to Tibet. The fourth hole on the top of the western part of our country has not been peaceful recently." Father Fu said, "You can find some decent executives to follow, just be safe. , that place is inherently dangerous."

In the ward of the Moscow transfer station, the shadows of two people were reflected on the curtains. It was raining outside, and it froze into ice as soon as it hit the ground.

"How is he?" Ji Yao asked standing in front of the hospital bed, while the doctor stood beside him holding the folder.

"The back of the head was hit hard, and it's a miracle that he didn't die." The doctor's tone was a little dignified, like the rain outside the window, "It's hard to say whether he will wake up, and another 90% may have different degrees of amnesia, or other uncontrollable complications." disease."

Ji Yao bowed his head in silence, the doctor noticed that his face was pale, there were heavy shadows under his eyes, and his eye sockets were red.After a long while, Ji Yao sat down in silence, listening to the continuous sound of rain, said: "I see, thank you doctor. He will wake up, maybe tomorrow."

The doctor turned and left with a sigh, leaving only Ji Yao's lonely figure projected on the curtains in the ward.He gently held Fu Zhong's Wenliang's hand, watching the fingers of the two of them tranced for a long time, a line of lonely tears fell from the sore eye sockets.

He didn't know why he was crying, it was like an instinct.There was an explosion of intense emotion in his chest, and tears fell without warning.

Wei Shanhua called in, saying that he would airlift people back to the base two days later.

Ji Yao put the phone aside, turned his head and looked out of the window with water droplets rolling, he saw the spire of the Kremlin in the dark night.

This time he was the only one watching.

Fu Zhong had a dream. In the dream, thousands of mountains were dangerous. A plank road passed through the canyon. Below was a rushing river. Strange rocks blocked the waterway, causing huge splashes.With whom did he cross the plank road, the sky above was a turquoise color he had never seen before, and red berries grew on the steep cliffs.

The people walking beside him always have only a blurred silhouette, although they are so close, Fu Zhong still can't see his face clearly.Walking under the berry vine, the man said that he went up to pick the fruit for Fu Zhong to eat, and Fu Zhong helped him up the rock so that he could reach the tall vines.After picking a bunch of fruit, he slipped on the moss while pulling the cane. He lost his balance and fell straight backwards.

The plank road under his feet had long been rotten, and half of it collapsed with a crash. The red fruit fell on the stone with a clatter, but the man fell off the cliff.

Fu Zhong shouted someone's name desperately, but he couldn't hear his own voice.He jumped down, wanting to embrace someone, but after a moment, they all fell into the river, and the roaring river mightily penetrated the whole dream.

Suddenly woke up.

There was a gray area in front of my eyes, and there was a white spot in the middle. After the double shadow dissipated, I realized that it was a lone lamp.He was lying on the bed with a needle inserted in his hand. An instrument next to him was ticking, and the room was filled with a bittersweet aroma.

Hurrying conversations and footsteps came from far away in the silence, and Fu Zhong felt that the voice was familiar, as if it existed in a dream.In his torrential dream, someone once had this kind of voice speaking in his ear.

"Why didn't you tell me when he woke up?" The familiar voice spoke in a stern tone, and one could imagine the owner's expression.

"Oh my god, chief, it's only been 3 minutes, isn't that the first time?"

"How did I tell you? I said tell me right away, what are you doing? Three minutes? The day lily is cold!" The voice was getting closer, and there were only a few people outside the glass door.

"Chief, you were in a meeting just now, we dare not break in!"

"The meeting is not over yet, am I here as well?"

The glass door opened, and a white figure floated to the side of the pillow, and the smell of alcohol hit the face.The doctor's hand gently pressed his chest and head, carefully checked his eyes, and turned to the person and said, "It's in good condition."

Many figures appeared in front of my eyes, some black and some white, but I couldn't see their appearance clearly.It was like being in a canyon in a dream. There was a person next to him, but he couldn't see his face clearly. He only remembered that person had the aroma of sage and the faint smell of sea salt.

There was a man talking to him, he knew it was the voice in the dream, Fu Zhong wanted to find the source of the voice, he had to carefully see if it was an old friend who had not reunited for a long time.

Soon, a female voice interrupted his searching, and asked him confusedly: "Can you move? Is there any pain? Can you see anything clearly?"

Fu Zhong's throat was dry and sore, there was a bloody smell, and the back of his head was aching, but he still had some strength.He nodded, indicating that he wanted to sit up, and soon two hands reached behind his back, and slowly lifted him up, with a soft pillow on his back, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Fu Zhong." Someone softly called his name, and then covered his face with his hands, which were warm and dry, with thin calluses on the palms.

His memory stays in the heavy rain in Moscow, and there was once a pair of hands touching his face like this, which was so cold that it seemed to merge with the winter rain.At that time, his consciousness had already begun to dissipate, only this cold touch was unforgettable.

"Fu Zhong," the voice called him, "Can you hear me, I'm Ji Yao, please answer."

Subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him, Fu Zhong knew that he must know this person, he was very close, with a silver needle pinned to his neckline, there was a faint fragrance coming from him, the smell of sage and campanula .

Ji Yao's face gradually became clear in front of his eyes. He saw the face of a man wearing glasses, with a straight nose, distinct facial features, neatly combed hair, and thin spectacle frames reflecting the glimmer of light.

Xiao Zhuoming checked the medicine list, led a group of people out, and closed the door lightly, leaving only two people in the room with the same lonely light.

Ji Yao called Fu Zhong's name over and over again, looked into his eyes, and waited for his response.He expected to hear him say "I am" as usual, with "Always been" at the end.

Fu Zhong looked at him for a long time, as if recalling, and finally he said: "Who are you?"

Those three words nailed Ji Yao to the cross. He heard the sound of his heart tearing, and then blood gushed out.This was the first time he felt heartbroken. Although he had prepared for it before, he still had slim hope, although it was really slim.

Fu Zhong saw that Ji Yao's eyes suddenly turned red, and he also shed tears.Seeing two lines of tears streaming down Fu Zhong's face, Ji Yao hurriedly wiped them off with his hands, choked up a bit, and forced a smile: "Why are you crying? If you don't remember, don't remember. Let's meet for the first time. My name is Ji Yao, the executive officer of Area A of the Executive Department of the Beijing General Administration of China Regional Time Bureau, level A+, I am your instructor, you should call me the chief."

Fu Zhong remained silent, Ji Yao took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, his palms were wet.He looked away and blinked hard twice to suppress the sour taste. He is the chief, and a man does not shed tears lightly.

"How is your body?" Ji Yao asked him in a normal tone, lowering his eyes to hide his expression, "Is there any pain? If so, tell me, and I'll go tell the doctor."

"No, everything is fine, except that it hurts a little here." Fu Zhong pointed to his arm, which was scratched by glass shards.

Ji Yao helped him blow, saying: "Blow away all the pain, and you should get well soon."

Fu Zhong smiled lightly and asked him, "Where is this?"

Ji Yao opened the curtains and pointed to him: "This is the Baikal Lake Base of the Russian Time Bureau, built underground. You are one of the participants in the 'backtracking' plan, and we are about to carry out the mission of traveling back to 43.74 billion years go."

"How did I get hurt?"

"The air crash, the plane had an accident. I was on the same plane with you at that time. To protect me, you were hit hard on the head, causing amnesia." Ji Yao narrated briefly, holding Fu Zhong's hand, "You Why are you so stupid, you don't even want your life for me?"

"Although I forgot, you must be a very important person to me, and you are worth my life to save."

Ji Yao looked into his eyes, hesitated to speak, and finally didn't say anything.Fu Zhong asked him questions lightly, and Ji Yao explained everything to him in detail. He slowed down his voice, the rain was gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring was fading.Fu Zhong listened to him quietly, watching him wandering by the bed, with long legs and thin waist, sharp edges and corners.

Fu Zhong asked Ji Yao a lot of questions, and Ji Yao spoke slowly one by one, poured warm water for him, and cleaned the ward.Fu Zhong said he wanted to watch TV, and Ji Yao helped him turn on the screen embedded in the wall. The reporter was broadcasting the news, and the crowd behind them held rainbow flags.

This is Sandie speaking out for LGBT, and he is giving a speech on stage.Fu Zhong didn't ask Ji Yao to change the channel, he silently leaned on the soft pillow with a peaceful expression.

Ji Yao didn't leave, he wanted to stay here for a while, and after a while, he received a message that the conference room was urging him to go back and make a decision.He clenched his phone tightly, his back was cold, was he really going to leave like this?

"I have a meeting, and they told me to go back and make a decision." Ji Yao put the cut orange on the bedside table, "I'm leaving, you sit here for a while, and I'll call the doctor."

"Then you still come to see me?"

"Come on, I'll come when I finish the meeting." Ji Yao rubbed his hair and raised the line on his lips, "Don't fall asleep, you won't know when I come."

"Then come earlier." Fu Zhong said, his hair fluffy and soft.

Ji Yao helped him straighten his messy hair, retracted his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with a blushing smile, "Okay, I'll come early, take care of yourself, don't move around, and listen to the doctor."

He didn't dare to look into Fu Zhong's eyes anymore, and turned away without turning his head. At that moment, a line of hot tears dripped down. He let the tears fall on the tie, and dared not raise his hand to wipe it, for fear that Fu Zhong would see it.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him, Fu Zhong tore off the needle in his hand, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and hugged Ji Yao's waist from behind.Ji Yao's back bumped against his chest, and suddenly he was embraced in his arms.

The TV is still showing, the speech of the three dies is very passionate, and the sky is full of rainbow flags waving in the wind.

"Chief, how could I forget you..." Fu Zhong buried his head in Ji Yao's neck, rubbing his lips against his skin, Ji Yao felt a cold liquid flow into his collar, "How could I forget you , I will never forget you in my life, it will be you when I look back, it will be you when I wake up, and you will still be in my dream.”

He smelled sweet aromas, sage, bluebells, sea salt, and cedarwood.He finally saw clearly the appearance of the person in his dream, the one he was secretly in love with, the one he loved deeply, the one he had always been in love with, and he thought about it day and night, never forgetting it.

Ji Yao finally broke down, his shoulders were stretched like iron wires, and uncontrollable crying leaked from his throat, turning into choked sobs, gouging out his heart and liver.

He turned around, hugged Fu Zhong's back, tightened his clothes, and called his name in his ear.The phone rang countless times, but he ignored it, only seeing the blurred rainbow colors on the TV screen, as bright as rouge.