Sapphire case

1.

In the late spring of 1936, poppy clusters of small flowers bloomed all over the banks of the Jianhe River, and the sparkling river water passed through the city under the setting sun. Cambridge Trinity College, which was full of cherry blossoms, was located by the riverside, covered with a layer of pale golden light by the afterglow.

Outside the student apartment at No. 109 Baker Street, a tall, thin young man with brown curly hair crossed the tree-lined avenue and fled into the yard of the landlord's house. The moment he entered the room, he pushed hard against the door, gasping for breath: "I was almost caught by Anna! I hope she didn't see me, God bless!"

The interior of the building left over from more than a century ago is old and tidy, and the occupants' care for the furnishings can be seen.A young man in a woolen vest and white shirt was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, with a pile of books and scattered drafts piled up in his hand, and he was hurriedly sorting out the pages at hand, when he heard the sound, he hummed casually.

Luke lowered his head and flipped through the letter in his hand, and suddenly shouted to him happily as if he had discovered a treasure: "Hey! Gu, there's another letter from you! It's this postmark again! That person wrote you a letter again!"

Without looking back, the young man at the desk casually threw the letter with the special logo into the waste cardboard box under the bed.

"Yo..." Luke bared his teeth and looked at the cardboard box, "Speaking of which, I've been wondering for three years, who is that person who keeps sending letters here? You don't open it even once? What if there's something hidden inside? Surprise!"

"...If you want to see it, you can take it apart."

The young man raised his head and glanced at him, then spoke expressionlessly.The pale skin of the young man made his eyeballs extraordinarily black and bright, but the fundus of his eyes was as flat as glass beads, which made Luke involuntarily stunned for a moment.

——He has to admit that his Chinese roommate whose real name is "Gu Sheng" is surprisingly good-looking. The kind of beauty that impresses people at first sight.

That's why Luke still remembers the scene when he met him on the first day of school. The young man stood at the entrance of the auditorium with a suitcase in his arms and a coat in his arms. His slender, white neck was exposed from his shirt.The morning sun passed through the spire of the towering gatehouse. Under the sunlight, the young man's figure was tall and slender, and his face was as soft as a girl's.

...you just can't take your eyes off it.

Of course, in fact, Luke soon knew that it was all his illusion. His roommate was clearly a workaholic like the old man who taught advanced mathematics. A man who spends time in the library and classrooms.

Even after many years of demonstration and influence by himself, he has learned to run to school without shaving.

At first, Luke was extremely contemptuous and disdainful of his behavior. In his understanding, only students with ordinary talents would go to the old men’s boring compulsory courses on time every day. , carefully study the empty and dry number theory literature listed by the professor, and then earnestly complete each term paper... Just thinking about these Luke feels that his brain is about to explode.

Obviously Cambridge has such beautiful scenery and young girls in the spring, why do you have to think about those things day and night?

He has always adhered to this idea, and naturally asked Gu Sheng to help him name a semester, until Gu Sheng shared with him the Calormen Prize, which is known as the "Genius Award" of the Department of Mathematics, at the beginning of the second year. Through an exercise that had him shutting himself in a room for seven days without going out to see any girls.

As if being struck by lightning, Luke watched the taciturn Chinese roommate organize his notes and leave for class, feeling quite strange as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

Obviously, Luke was not the only one who felt this way. In the following two years, Gu Sheng ranked first in the academy for the second time, and won various league titles one after another. At the end of the third year, the professor personally submitted an application to the school leaders to admit him as a graduate student. This once unknown oriental boy became an incredible college legend overnight.

— especially after he refused.

But Luke's reaction to this was flat, as if he just felt that it was so convenient for someone to take back his prize every time, which greatly saved his time in picking up girls.

Therefore, Luke also invited him to drink, but Gu Sheng seemed to regard these as an effort to unite his classmates, and never agreed.

"No, no, no, no, I never pry into other people's private life." Luke shrugged, swayed from the table to his own bed, and took out a pair of pants that could barely be changed, "By the way, Professor Wilson's class today I have to count on you again, Gu, I have to find a way to avoid the jealous limelight of my ex-girlfriends."

"I was just about to tell you," Gu Sheng was bending over to pick up the suitcase, then turned around, "I'm afraid I won't be able to roll your name for you in the future, I'm catching a plane back to China at 06:30—a week ago I told you."

"What?" Luke almost tripped over his own pants, sat down on the bed and asked him in astonishment, "China! You want to go back to China? Why?"

His brain was running fast, and suddenly he came up with an amazing possibility: "Is it because of the person who wrote you the letter for three years?"

Gu Sheng paused while carrying the suitcase, then straightened up, the tall bookshelf blocked the light from the window, the young man's complexion was gloomy in the shadows, and the sharp line of his jaw made his handsome face appear cold and indifferent .

Luke didn't delve into that speculation. The possibility of losing his roommate would make his life worse than death, and he struggled against the head of the bed: "...No! You can't go back! What if you go back to my roll call and homework? My graduation thesis is still there. Counting on you!""

Gu Sheng smiled, and the profile of his face looked a little soft and hazy under the wrapping of the setting sun, and said: "So don't always think about the spring and women in London, and study hard."

"Uh! You really want to go?" Luka was startled, put on his pants and stood up, followed Gu Sheng to see him go to the closet to get the suitcase, "Why go back now? I heard yesterday's broadcast that China was at war, too Crazy, what are you doing back home! Professor Hall appreciates you so much, why don't you just study for another degree with peace of mind."

Gu Sheng didn't answer, he just folded his coat and put it inside. Luke looked at him, feeling strangely and inexplicably that this young man was feeling a little lost at the moment.

Luke grinned, and suddenly rushed forward with red eyes and hugged him hard, before Gu Sheng could react, he let go of him and jumped a long way: "...Hey, you must write a letter to report that you are safe when you arrive in China! Definitely Keep in touch! Did you hear that? You just left, I will definitely miss you very much!"

He immediately wiped his face, yelled that Anna was coming to trouble him, and ran away next door. Gu Sheng watched him rush out the door inexplicably, and muttered something like "what are you doing?" Put on the windbreaker and go out.

Heathrow Airport at [-]:[-] p.m. has been covered by vast twilight. The captain’s take-off prompt sounded for the last time. Gu Sheng carried his backpack and boarded the only flight to Hong Kong, China that day, and sat alone on the seat next to the porthole of the passenger plane. sit down.

The sporadic lights on the ground gradually became dim and distant, and the dark blue cloud waves rolled and floated outside the portholes as the plane lifted up, like the night tide carrying countless past secrets.Gu Sheng silently stared out of the window for a while, then closed his eyes as if tired.

The bomber hovered in mid-air, roaring and dropping rows of bombs, and the devastated land suddenly raised yellow sand, covering the wreckage of severed arms everywhere.

An armed transport vehicle crashed past and braked suddenly in front of a new-style building. Before the vehicle stopped, the man in the vehicle jumped down with a gun in hand. His face was distorted by his anger, and he looked horrifyingly. Li Chong.

"Hey hey! Stop! Stop!"

"The most important place in the agency! Idlers are not allowed to enter! Idlers are not allowed to enter!"

"Please show the documentary proof of the chief's approval! Repeat it again! Please show the chief..."

"Who the fuck is the chief?" Jiang Cheng broke the door lock with a gun, pointed the gun at the head of a director who ran out in a hurry, and scolded through gritted teeth, "See clearly, I'm the fucking chief!"

The office director in charge of the reception had never seen this battle before. Seeing a group of heavily armed officers jumping out of the car following the man, his legs softened in fright, he trembled in more panic than hearing the bombing sound a hundred miles away. :"you you you you……"

"Where is Mr. Zheng Zhongliang? Call me the chief of your second department!" The man who came from afar looked around, pointed a gun at him and rushed into the hall, "How do they do it? Ah?!"

"Cu... The chief of the department is not here. When the fight broke out in the rear the day before yesterday, he went south..."

"Where's the office?" The man broke into the office building first, and kicked every office door, "Wang Qiangbing! Zhang Yueyong! Call me the fuck out! You don't wink, Lao Tzu!" Want their heads today!"

The military officers following Jiang Cheng quickly seized the open gates on each floor, the panicked officials hugged their heads and moved aside, and several CIA directors who stayed behind scrambled and scrambled to follow the mad man in front of him upstairs. Chong, begging for mercy: "Major General! Major General!..."

"Upstairs is the radio station!"

"The last batch of cryptography experts who have not been withdrawn are still up there. The person you are looking for is..."

The innermost door opened with a "bang", and thousands of fine rays of sunlight suddenly poured in. The young man on the swivel chair inside slowly turned around, with a cool and solemn face that looked like a painting.

That one... the face that has been described and carved into the bone marrow in years of memories, penetrates into the heart like a sharp blade in every late night and deserted dusk, sweeping every corner of the heart with tearing hatred and pain Suddenly, all the blood, tears, grievances and grievances of those past years suddenly reappeared behind the suddenly opened door.

The repressed resentment and thousands of indescribable emotions suddenly rushed to the top of his head, exploding in his mind like smoke and dust burning everywhere outside, and Jiang Cheng only felt his heart sinking suddenly, as if it was going to take his body along with him. Kneel down in general.

Unable to move, he opened his mouth in silence, and it took him a long time to find his own voice, hoarse and as if it had gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes in an instant:

"You...why did you come back?"

The sky and the earth roared, blood-splattered flames ignited instantly outside the window, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.But Jiang Cheng could only hear his own voice trembling, but it seemed that there was a deep desire engraved on it.

——Since you have escaped from the vortex, why do you want to jump back?

The author has something to say:

This is the first time I write a long story... I will try my best to improve the deficiencies, please bear with me~ (bow)