According to the passenger number, the girl, who was supposed to be sitting in the 4L open space transfer cabin, was now sitting in a medium-sized bus that used old-fashioned energy and had a pungent smell. She was on her way to the military area of Green Dragon Mountain.
The middle-aged man with a wretched face was still sitting next to her. Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the primitive scenery outside the window and was silent for a long time. She didn't know if she was thinking about her naivety in the past, or if she was thinking about what kind of impact the news of her death would bring to her parents in Lin Hai … and Xu Le.
The old-fashioned bus kept moving up and down on the mountain road. The middle-aged man's face was covered with a straw hat, but he seemed to enjoy the rhythm. He was very familiar with the roads that surrounded the four states. Even if he closed his eyes, he knew where the bus was going. Maybe he was a little thirsty. The middle-aged man took off his straw hat and drank a mouthful of water from the water bottle that he always carried with him. Only then did he notice the stunned expression of the girl next to him.
The slightly messy bangs on her forehead were mixed with the dust and sweat of the mountain area. She looked a little messy. There was a faint sadness on the girl's rosy face. He quietly looked at the young face and smiled slightly. He had been dealing with people his whole life. That was why he dared to enter the Double Moon Festival Ball alone last year and negotiate with the representatives of the Federation's powerful class face to face. He was very good at reading people, so he was very satisfied with Zhang Xiaomeng's current performance. A young person who was loyal to her beliefs and had suffered a huge setback would mature quickly and become an indispensable new force in a great cause in the future.
The future of the revolutionary army would depend on these young people. The wretched middle-aged man sighed softly in his heart.
Zhang Xiaomeng noticed that he had woken up. She lowered her eyes slightly and asked softly, "If I were to die, what would happen to the Bureau of Proclamation's files?"
"Being able to think of this problem proves that you have made a lot of progress in the direction of professionalism." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "No one can change the data of the computer in the Bureau of Proclamation, but there is always a link when the data reaches the government. As long as there is a link, there will be people. As long as there is someone, there will be a way … I am an old man who has a special way of dealing with people."
"Why did you personally arrange for my departure?" Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him. He was the second most powerful person in the anti-government army. How could he risk coming to S1 just because of her? Although she knew some things about Senator Macklin, it was still not enough to prove anything.
"A traitor has appeared in the upper echelons of the organization, seriously harming our cause … But as I've told you before, I can't change everyone's opinion of that councilman. After all, to a certain extent, he represents the public image of our mountain comrades in the Federation … It's just that I feel that you're innocent in this matter. You come from a good background, but because of your kind nature, you've developed sympathy for Green Dragon Mountain. We should be grateful to a young man like you, and not watch a girl … die in a plot of betrayal. "
At this point, a faint sadness flashed between the middle-aged man's eyebrows. For his ideals and beliefs, he had struggled for many years in the Federation. However, the current situation was becoming more and more worrying. The completely unequal resources, information, and armed forces made it so that the anti-government army could only struggle at death's door in front of the Federal Army. Although more and more ordinary people in the Federation were influenced by George Carlinism and chose to sympathize with the anti-government army, but … as Macklin walked out of the mountains and officially stepped onto the political stage, most of those people's hearts also turned to him, who claimed to be a non-violent advocate.
The world in the mountains was about to become an abandoned world. He was an extremely outstanding intelligence leader, but he was not an outstanding political leader. He understood the undercurrents in the committee, but he could not quell them. After all, although Macklin's advocacy was suspected of being a capitulationist, in a difficult situation, and in the background of the Federation government's deliberate conciliation, it was very attractive.
In order to contend with the forces of Macklin's faction, the leader of the anti-government army, Nan Shui, had to temporarily give up on the armed struggle and instead seek cooperation with certain forces in the Federation. That was why he came to the Federation, why there was the Double Moon Festival ball, why there was the cooperation with the Tai family, and why there was the solemn expression on Senator Prabble's face when he walked down the gangway of the transport plane.
The middle-aged man's eyebrows were deeply furrowed. The summary of information from all sides, especially the confession of the girl beside him, pointed to the source of the information about the assassination in the Linhai City Gymnasium, as well as the person behind the scenes who tried to frame the anti-government army's intelligence system after the incident, thus destroying the reconciliation agreement between Pabre and Green Dragon Mountain … It was Senator Macklin, or rather, Senator Macklin.
However, he did not have any evidence. Just based on Zhang Xiaomeng's confession alone, it would never be able to shake the highly respected Macklin's lofty position in the committee and in the hearts of the people in the four states surrounding the mountains.
What made him feel even more worried was that Macklin was not stupid. His political wisdom and experience were extremely rich. Could it be that this senator did not understand that if the armed forces of Green Dragon Mountain were really destroyed, then the last thing he relied on to gain a foothold in the Federation's political arena would also disappear? The struggle of political lines was one thing, but after all, both sides were rooted in the same land. If even the land they had a foothold on was burned to a crisp, then no one would be able to take root and sprout …
This problem was too profound to be thought through clearly. The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xiaomeng, who was deep in thought beside him, and said with a trace of pity, "For me, there is another very important reason why I let you follow by my side to learn and prepare for the future. That is your relationship with Xu Le."
Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him in surprise. She did not understand the importance of her relationship with Xu Le. Her eyebrows gradually squeezed together. She took a deep breath and said seriously, "I will not hurt him again, and I will not agree to use him."
"Don't worry."
The middle-aged man had already retracted his gaze. He began to read the magazine in his hand with great interest. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be telling Zhang Xiaomeng. He said, "Xu Le is a person who sympathizes with us and is emotionally inclined toward us … This can be confirmed from the details of the past few days. As long as it is a person like this, we will have to fight for. Furthermore, he is someone who can influence Tai Zhiyuan's choice. Perhaps it will be a year, perhaps it will be five years, or even longer. As long as you can influence him, it will be worth the wait. "
The magazine in his hand seemed to be some kind of weekly news, but in reality, on the page was a very detailed summary of information. The information on this page was all the details of Xu Le's arrival at Linhai University.
This number two figure in the anti-government army, the most successful intelligence chief in the thirty-seven constitutions, quietly looked at Xu Le's file. He thought calmly in his heart, "Possibility is the most important foundation for the development of any business. And Xu Le, this seemingly insignificant person, seemed to have more possibilities than any of the people I met on this trip to the Federation."
How did Xu Le get to know Tai Zhiyuan? The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly. His fingers lightly stroked the edge of his straw hat. For the S2 anti-government army, for those who paid attention to all the subtle movements around the Tai family heir, this was a mystery. From the file, Xu Le, a retired soldier with no family or friends, would not have had the opportunity to get close to Tai Zhiyuan in Ewha University.
"If it is really because of H1, then how did Xu Le have the authority to enter H1? If Xu Le can really enter H1, then the black mecha that suddenly appeared during the visit to the First Military Academy … was it Tai Zhiyuan who was controlling it, or was it Xu Le who was controlling it? If it was Xu Le who was controlling it, where did he learn to control it? "
The number two leader of the anti-government army smiled, quickly organizing and analyzing the information in his mind. He had been dealing with people his whole life, and was an old man who had a special way of dealing with people. As the anti-government army was forced to enter a low point, he had already set his sights on the future, on the young man who was still very insignificant now.
At this time, Zhang Xiaomeng had already turned her head to the side, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window. Her eyes gradually became moist. She missed him, but was strong enough to not miss him.
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Xu Le's injuries were not completely healed, but he no longer required 24-hour intensive care. Those unnecessary medical equipment had long been removed from his bed. The specialists at the First Military General Hospital had also confirmed that his epilepsy was caused by external pressure. It was a non-genetic epilepsy, and the abnormal electrical discharge of the cerebral cortex would not cause substantial damage to his body and brain.
Therefore, he moved out of the ward and moved to the quieter sanatorium at the back of the general hospital. The living facilities here were more complete. Steam rose from the hot springs between the green trees. If it was not summer in the southern hemisphere, perhaps he would have really thought of going down for a soak. The television in the room was no longer controlled by the medical department, so all channels were open. However, Xu Le still habitually watched the news channel and channel 23. He was not a person who cared about the affairs of the Federation, but after escaping from the Donglin District, these bizarre encounters made him unable to not be concerned.
That night, he saw the news about the accident of the spaceship flying from the Xinze Aviation Airport to S2. To be precise, it was the accident of the air-ground transfer cabin. Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly. His fingers tightened slightly as he stared at the clear holographic screen, watching the names and photos of the passengers gradually flashing on the screen.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, girl …"
Xu Le only heard these four words and saw the photo of a girl with a serious expression on the screen. Then, there was a buzzing sound in his brain, and he could no longer hear anything. The slightly sorrowful voice of the news anchor was automatically muted, and the photo on the screen gradually began to blur. Without the black-rimmed glasses, her bangs gently rippled in the breeze, and her eyes were smiling. She was as cute and charming as an elf …
This was Zhang Xiaomeng, the real Zhang Xiaomeng. The one on the news and in the photo was all fake.
Xu Le rubbed his eyes, turned off the television, and lay down on the bed. He covered himself with the quilt, curled up, and began to sleep. Although he couldn't sleep, he still began to sleep. His eyes were wide open, and his body was trembling slightly. He suddenly realized that the summer in the southern hemisphere of planet S1 was so cold.
Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, his mood was like a sad song.
He sat up silently, turned on the television again, and connected to the Federation's network. He entered the official website of the General Administration of Aviation and began to search. He kept refreshing the page, and after countless confirmations and verifications, he moved his fingers numbly. He lay on the bed, limp and powerless, and began to stare at the snow-white ceiling in a daze.
At this time, he wished that everything he saw was just like those structural blueprints. They were all images in his mind and not real. But after staring at the snow-white ceiling for a long time, no images appeared in front of him. It turned out that … sleeping couldn't make the sad news he had heard before become fake.
The next day, Xu Le woke up on time according to his biological clock. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate breakfast. Then, he walked into the quiet garden in the morning light and sat on the slightly cold stone chair. His butt didn't touch the ground. He squatted in a strange position, using the horse stance that the uncle had taught him. At the same time, he carefully and attentively savored it, memorizing the tremor in his body, the existence of the sourness and the trajectory of its movement.
The slightly warm tremor represented a mysterious force that had broken through the area that it had operated in the Donglin District back then. It gradually took over his entire body, causing every pair of muscle fibers to begin to rub against each other and squeeze against each other. It was incomparably painful and pleasurable.
However, that bitterness lingered in his heart, lingering on his lips for a long time, making him want to vomit. His face was a little pale, and his eye sockets were a little deep, which outlined the outline of his small eyes a little deep.
In the surrounding woods, several bodyguards of the Blackhawk Security Company were looking at the surrounding environment in boredom. Now that the situation had calmed down, their mission was not as important as it was a few days ago. They just didn't understand that Xu Le's walk today seemed to be longer than it had been a few days ago.
Xu Le stayed in this quiet garden until noon. Then, he said something to the staff of the Tai family. Under the secret protection of several bodyguards, he walked out of the sanatorium and came to a steak house in the living area of the First Military Region. He began to eat Chinese food.
Before eating, he handed a bill to the waiter and quietly asked for a favor.
The knife and fork gently cut the delicate surface of the synthetic steak. Xu Le lowered his head and slowly chewed the very uniform meat fibers. He didn't raise his head at all. Because he didn't dare to raise his head. He knew that once he did, he would see that the seat opposite him was empty.
He and Zhang Xiaomeng had eaten together many times in the cafeteria. He was deeply grateful to the girl. She never left under the strange stares of the surrounding people just because he was an auditing student and looked like a poor concierge.
His first official date with Zhang Xiaomeng was eating steak in a restaurant in Linhai. He was deeply grateful to the girl. She gave him the first love in his life. She gave him the first kiss, the first intimacy, and the first love. Even if it was charity, it was the most beautiful charity in the world.
The waiter walked to his side. Hiding his puzzled expression, he handed over a bag of biscuits. After Xu Le thanked him, he tore open the bag of biscuits, took out the puppy biscuits inside, and began to stare at them in a daze.
The first time he and Zhang Xiaomeng met was because of a bag of puppy biscuits.
Xu Le began to eat the biscuits. His tears flowed down uncontrollably.
After the uncle's death, he swore that he would never cry again. But today, he didn't know why, but he couldn't help it. He felt empty and sour in his heart, as if there would never be anything that could fill that empty space. Or maybe it was because of the news of Zhang Xiaomeng's death last night. Until this morning, when he was in a daze in the Morning Garden, the sour taste had been hidden for too long, and it stimulated his tear ducts.
A well-dressed young man was crying silently in a lively restaurant. This was the living area of the First Military Region. There were many soldiers in civilian clothes and military uniforms, as well as their family and friends. Many people looked at the young man crying by the window in surprise, casting sympathetic or disdainful glances at him.
They thought that the young man was crying because he was heartbroken, but they didn't know that the young man thought that he had lost his lover forever.
After wiping away his tears, Xu Le calmed down. He took out a letter and began to read it in silence. This letter was personally written by Shi Qinghai before he left. He had already read it once, but when he heard the news of Zhang Xiaomeng's death, he wanted to read it again. Because in his opinion, Shi Qinghai and Zhang Xiaomeng were the same kind of people. They were people that he didn't understand, but were willing to sacrifice something for their ideals.
The last few paragraphs of Shi Qinghai's letter were written like this.
"I used to think that I was tired of being a spy. Even at the beginning, because of the misfortune that befell my father, I hated the Federation government so much … But in this gap, I felt tired and nervous, so I wanted to give up. It was also because of this that I began to try to leave the organization. Of course, it was the passive kind. I will never betray the organization because I agree with their ideals and respect them. But I was really tired, so I looked for many opportunities to become an unimportant person … The conflict in front of the nightclub was one of my attempts. I'm sorry that this matter dragged you down.
"However, just when I was at my most tired and began to doubt the ideals that I once believed in, I personally facilitated the agreement between the organization and Representative Pabre. Although I was only a link in the middle and never played an absolutely important role, I knew that I knew what I did. But I know that I did the right thing. It turns out that doing the right thing, for a numb person like me, can still bring some kind of spiritual joy. "
"But at that time, I still wanted to leave. I didn't want to care about anything in the world anymore. I only wanted to drink wine alone and sing twenty-seven cups of wine. When I had free time on the beach, I would think about my poor father, who had never been to the capital in his life, who only knew how to manage the small farm, and who eventually died a bizarre death."
"However, right at this time, my guide died in front of me. He jumped down from a very tall building, as if he jumped into the clouds, but fell to the ground. My teacher was actually very similar to my second father in many ways … It was very strange. Although I hated that traitor, I didn't let this hatred get to my head. Instead, I seemed to be much more clear-headed. Looking at my teacher's corpse lying on the roof of the car, I suddenly understood that I was still willing to fight for the ideals that I had in the past.
"This ideal is not laughable, nor is it something that is far and unreachable for the people, for you and me … We are just trying to make this world a bit more beautiful, a bit more fair. At the very least, there won't be people like the Tai family, the seven great families, politicians … these kinds of existences that are above the law. At the very least, there will be fewer ordinary people who silently died like my father.
"True fairness has never appeared in this world. It didn't exist in the era of imperial power, it didn't exist in the current constitutional era, and it might not exist in the future. It doesn't exist in the Empire, it doesn't exist in the Great Triangle, and sometimes I even suspect that it might not exist in the Green Dragon Mountain. However, what exists isn't always reasonable. What hasn't appeared before isn't something that can't be pursued. Fairness and justice might be very illusory words, but working hard for it is always better than being apathetic.
"There is a vague goal in front of you. If you walk, you will always be able to reach it. If you don't walk, you will never be able to touch it. I have carefully calculated that I will live for at most ninety years in this lifetime. People will always die. Since that is the case, I would rather die on the path that I have chosen.
"I am writing this letter to you not because I want to influence you, but because I am very lonely in this world. The role that I play is destined to be lonely, so I want to tell you my thoughts. I might not reconnect with the organization, because since we are walking on the same path, it doesn't matter whether we have companions or not, as long as we are working hard in the same direction.
"The fairness of this world doesn't necessarily require you to sacrifice everything you have. I have always believed that being a policeman who strictly abides by the law, being a lawyer who upholds justice, and being a warrior who bravely resists the invasion of the Empire is a positive effort towards the fate of the Federation. You … are a person with a somewhat overflowing sense of justice. If you live according to your thoughts, even if you can't influence this world, you can at least influence the small environment around you … In this sense, we are companions, and we have many companions in this world.
"Live, and then live well. Live with a clear conscience, and that is enough. Brother, I am going to find a clear conscience. "
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Xu Le silently folded the letter and put it in his inner pocket. There was also a business card and a new bank card, which were the most important things in his life. Then he thought of Zhang Xiaomeng from this letter. He still found it difficult to understand the thoughts of many people in the Federation, but after reading Shi Qinghai's letter again, he was somewhat moved.
People will always die, and dying on the path that one has chosen may be a kind of happiness. Xu Le quietly thought of Zhang Xiaomeng. The suspicion and anger that he had in the past were no longer important at this moment.
Xu Le was a very silent and direct person. He didn't understand principles, and he didn't have any ideas. He was a young man who lived by intuition and intuition. He slowly raised his head and looked at the news that was playing on the screen in the dining room.
On the news, the political leader of the opposition, Senator Medellin, who was giving a speech at the Capital University, announced that he would participate in the presidential election at the end of the year as the running mate of Governor Ross of Jingzhou.
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