The last day of peace, it sounds abstract and unknown. Reading at zero

Those who have not experienced the war cannot imagine what Shanghai will look like after dawn tomorrow.

Zong Ying let the cigarette between his fingers burn out, suddenly turned sideways, and reached out to his forehead.

Sheng Qingrong didn't have time to avoid it, so he simply avoided it. Zong Ying withdrew his hand and said firmly: "Mr. Sheng, you are still having a fever."

"I know." The lower his voice was, it was like a candle that was about to burn out in the dark night, and it was like a 1% battery that was almost unstoppable.

Zong Ying saw that his head was slightly tilted, and he was caught off guard by the cold car window on the right. Twenty seconds later, she put her hand over his head cautiously, and borrowed his shoulder to give him a pillow.

The right shoulder sank slightly, and the sweet smell of tobacco lingered in the closed space for a long time. Zong Ying took out the mobile phone that had been turned off for a day, turned on the player, turned the volume down to the minimum, and clicked on Looking with Cely. The harmonica sounded low. , Zong Ying closed his eyes.

The car drove slowly, with minor bumps, and shuttled through the dark Shencheng before the storm, as if it could go on without stopping.

It's a pity that all roads have an end. At Apartment 699, the driver parked the car and came down to open the door for Zong Ying.

Just as he was about to speak, Zong Ying made a silent gesture, turned his head slightly and called out carefully, "Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Qingrang didn't respond, so Zong Ying asked the driver to help him, took him up together, and settled in the north-facing guest room upstairs.

Zong Ying settled the fare with the driver, closed the door and made the porridge in the morning hot. After eating, he changed his clothes and went upstairs, and stayed by the bed to wait for the arrival at ten o'clock in the evening.

The night was silent, and the second hand moved with its rhythm and unhurried, and this waiting became mysterious and unknown at a certain moment. Because of this apartment, two people from different eras have a subtle and inseparable connection. No one knows when this connection will be severed, but there is one thing Zongying is sure of——

Complete isolation is impractical.

As long as he still comes here, as long as she still lives here, contact is inevitable, and it's just a matter of time before they get involved in each other's lives.

It was almost ten o'clock, and she regained her senses and held his hand. Different from the warm and dry last time, this time his hand temperature was very low, and it felt a little cool. It is a very bad thing to meet the arrival of war with such a physical condition. Zong Ying suddenly had a thought, closed her eyes for a while, and when she heard the sound of the bell, she opened her eyes and returned to the time she was familiar with.

She got up and turned on the wall light switch and looked around.

Since being locked by Sheng Qingrang, she has never entered the guest bedroom upstairs. Obviously, this place is not what she imagined. It looks not just a guest bedroom, but a small room with all the internal organs, daily necessities, clothing, and office supplies are readily available, perhaps to avoid using her belongings as much as possible.

Zong Ying didn't have time to look at it, so he hurried downstairs to find anti-fever medicine and fed him another, then closed the door and left.

She went out for a long time, and it was past twelve o'clock when she returned to the apartment, and she was busy in the living room for a long time. After a good night's sleep, she left Apartment 699 before six o'clock.

Sheng Qingrang woke up to the sound of the bell, his head was still drowsy, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling - it was his guest bedroom, his era.

He wanted to raise his hand, but suddenly realized that he was forced to hold something in his hand. He sat up and looked down. A huge nylon bag was tied to his hand, which was obviously done by Zong Ying.

Sheng Qing let off the nylon bag, smelled the smell of disinfectant, opened the zipper, and it was densely filled with medical supplies——

Medicines, various dressings, antiseptic water, and even surgical kits. Each item is numbered, with an envelope on top. Sheng Qingrang pulled out a thick stack of letter paper, and explained each item on it - when to use it and how to use it.

"First Evolution"

The handwriting is neat, rigorous and orderly.

He seemed to be able to imagine her burying herself in sorting things out and writing instructions, a cold focus.

Zong Ying wrote the words "please contact me if you are in a hurry" after the description, followed by the mobile phone number, the landline number at home, and the landline number in the office. , try not to call this number unless you can't get through to anything else."

The last inscription "Please take care. Zong Ying, 2015.8.13", there are no other unnecessary words.

Sheng Qingrang took a box of cold medicine from it, lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

He went to the kitchen, wanted to get a pot of water to boil, and turned on the faucet forcefully, but what came out was the hollow sound from the long pipe.

On this day in 1937, he started without water.

Zong Ying's day started when he was talking with the leader about sick leave.

Zong Ying is a person who is quiet in words and quick in deeds. He is usually a little quiet, but suddenly he made such an application for sick leave, which surprised his superiors. The application made it very clear that she needed surgery and time to recover, and her return could be three months later.

According to the standard of sick leave, no more than three months, just right, there is no reason to reject her application.

After the discussion of the matter, a conclusion was soon reached, and the process was all over. The leader wished her a speedy recovery and asked her what else she had to say. She thought about it and made only one request: keep it secret for the time being.

How your body is is a very personal matter, and there is no need to make it known to the whole world. Zong Ying doesn't like to be "followed" or "discussed", let alone being "sympathized" by others. She has her own arrangements and rhythms.

Xue Xuanqing was still kept in the dark, and she even invited Zong Ying to drink in the evening.

This is a usual activity during the non-duty period, and Zong Ying agreed. After get off work, she got into Xue Xuanqing's car, and Xiao Zheng also went with them. When the car drove out of the parking lot, Xiao Zheng suddenly said, "Mr. Zong, I heard that you are on vacation?"

"Vacation?" Xue Xuanqing, who had been running outside almost all day, knew nothing of the matter, and suddenly turned to look at Zong Ying suspiciously.

Zong Ying sat in the passenger seat and asked her without changing his face, "It's strange that I take a vacation?"

"It's not surprising for anyone to take a vacation, except you." Xue Xuanqing glanced at her, "You have been employed for so many years, and you have never mentioned a vacation, right? Tell me why you suddenly said that you would take a break?"

"Tired." Zong Ying said frankly, "I'm going out to relax."

Xiao Zheng said from behind, "Mr. Zong, where are you going?"

Zong Ying suddenly thought of Lapland, which is a good place with white snow and running reindeer everywhere. She replied, "I haven't decided yet, I'll ask."

After she finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone seriously, clicked on the travel website, and found a travel consultant hotline. Under Xue Xuanqing's extremely suspicious eyes, she dialed it directly, and at the same time, she turned on the loudspeaker and released it candidly.

The phone beeped three times, and a nice male voice came from there: "Hello."

"Hello, I would like to inquire."

"Excuse me, ma'am, what's your last name?"

"Zong."

"Okay, Ms. Zong, which travel product do you want to inquire about?"

"I want to go to Lapland."

The other party was silent for a while, confirming that there is no such product, and immediately said: "Ms. Zong, we can provide customized services, can we transfer you to a senior travel consultant now?"

"Okay.", "Wait a minute."

The phone was transferred, and a pleasant female voice rang: "Hello, Ms. Zong, I'm Xiao Zhou, your senior travel consultant. My colleague just said you want to go to Lapland, right?"

"Yes."

"Are you going now?", "Yes."

"Have you got your passport?", "Yes."

"When is your passport valid?"

Zong Ying suddenly remembered that the exit documents were all taken over by the unit. She said, "I'm not sure, but it will probably expire next year."

"Don't you have your passport?" The other party seemed to be very experienced, and then asked, "Ms. Zong, are you a state official?"

"Yes."

"Which system are you in?", "Public security."

The other party obviously felt that it was not easy for her to leave the country, and was silent for a few seconds: "Ms. Zong, what are you interested in in Lapland?"

Zong Ying gave eight words: "Ice and snow aurora, reindeer sleigh."

The other party kept a smile and said, "If you want to see heavy snow and aurora, it will be at least until late October. It is summer in Lapland now. So, can I recommend some domestic travel routes for you?"

Zong Ying listened to her introduction over there, but looked out the window, and hung up the phone after saying "No, thank you".

Xue Xuanqing, who was driving, finally couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "She can still recommend other routes with you so kindly. It is estimated that she will roll her eyes secretly. You have no sincerity at all for this kind of consultation."

"But I do want to go." Zong Ying said in a low voice, still looking out the window, the bustling street scene along the way, and what she saw yesterday, are almost two people.

Today is August 13th, the first day of the Battle of Songhu.

She closed her lips tightly, her breath was slow and heavy, and the night was getting darker, and no one paid any attention to what she just said.

Xue Xuanqing took them to a Chinese-style tavern, small wine and side dishes were served, and Zong Ying asked for another pot of tea.

Xue Xuanqing watched her pour tea into the porcelain cup, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why, don't you drink?"

Zong Ying opened his mouth and said nonsense: "It is not convenient to drink during the menstrual period."

Xue Xuanqing mumbled, "Why is the time wrong again?", filled with wine, raised his head and sighed.

She has always been addicted to alcohol, and Zong Ying is too lazy to care. There is a small table in the tavern, singing Suzhou Pingtan, and singing "The broken mountains and rivers are difficult to mend, and the city of the rivers in the north hates the injustice", Zong Ying's cell phone rang.

She got up and walked out, picking up the phone at the door.

It was a call from a lawyer he knew. He said over there, "I just saw your message, why did you suddenly find me?"

Zong Ying said next to the door, "I have some property to deal with."

The other party obviously felt suddenly: "Dealing with property? What's the matter with you?"

Zong Ying said: "I don't have anything to do, so I think it's better to prepare everything in advance."

The other party stopped asking further questions, flipped through the schedule and said, "Then make an appointment to discuss in detail, next Wednesday morning?"

"it is good."

Zong Ying hung up the phone and came back, Xue Xuanqing was already a little drunk, and Xiao Zheng asked next to him: "Mr. Xue, I heard that they took very clear fingerprints on the bag containing the drugs, saying that it was except Xing Xueyi, and it should at least be There is another person's fingerprint, do you think it may be some high-level executive of Xinxi Pharmaceutical?"

Xue Xuanqing glanced at him: "Don't inquire, don't guess." After saying that, Ji Zhiyi looked at Zong Ying and said, "Let's go to the second game."

Zong Ying had something in his heart today and didn't feel sleepy at all, so he accompanies them for the second round.

Xiao Zheng found a place to sing, the three of them opened a private room, and Zong Ying sat in the sleepy corner listening to them sing.

From 12 o'clock to 4 o'clock in the morning, Xue Xuanqing and Xiao Zheng both drank too much and found a place to sleep on the sofa. Zong Ying was still in a corner, and vaguely heard the singing from the private room next door.

She bent down and took a can of drink on the table, opened the tab, and sprayed cold air weakly on her fingers.

Bubbles are formed quickly and then burst quickly.

After Zong Ying raised his head and finished drinking, he suddenly noticed the vibration of his mobile phone.

At 4:21 in the morning, she took out her mobile phone, and a string of unfamiliar numbers continued to light up on the screen, and the vibration seemed to be more intense.

The noise outside was even worse at this time. Zong Ying pressed the answer and heard a familiar voice close to his ear: "Miss Zong, I am Sheng Qingrang."

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