Mountains and seas close at hand
Chapter 178
In today's high-speed flow of people, as the most developed provincial capital city in the country, the railway station in Nanjing is always full of people even in the middle of the night.Tourists from other places who come here for fame, urban white-collar workers in a hurry, wanderers returning home with their families, migrant workers with large and small bags...Compared with the always noisy and bustling train station, the airport is orderly and quiet.
Up to two hours is more than enough to change tickets and go through security checks.Most of the passengers seemed unhurried. They walked through the aisle of the plane and found their seats amidst the greetings of the stewardesses.The plane roared, passengers looked down on the city from the sky, and the lights were everywhere.The light belt is like a giant dragon, raising its head and flicking its tail, as if it is about to move freely.
"It's really cold in the spring." Wen Ming sighed, pressed the green button, took the card and quickly closed the window.His driving skills were average, but he didn't dare to waste time, so he hurried out of the toll booth.
Compared with railway stations, automobile cities, and airports, today's ports are all cargo ships.The containers as high as a mountain were neatly stacked on the ground, and Wen Ming couldn't help feeling flustered when he saw them.
"Hello, is this Xiao Song?" Wen Ming said while holding the phone with his shoulders, while turning the steering wheel, "I am Wen Ming, my master asked me to pick you up. Enen, okay, I know. Stand there and don't Move, I'm coming to you."
Song Banyan hung up the phone and said to several people: "According to Zhang Gongyu's personality, we can trust him to pick him up."
Bai Xunhua took her words: "But what will hold her back? With her character, it's more like it's not convenient for others to pick us up."
Pan Xiaohong's mind was wide open: "Could it be that Dr. Zhang has been controlled by the state?"
Song Banyan said: "You look down on the country too much. If the country were so cowardly, we wouldn't be here by boat."
Zhou Rao smiled and said nothing, and Atticus standing behind him was as silent as a sculpture.
The civilian version of the SMX-22 sub-submarine, that is also a contraband.When Zhou Rao was able to bring it into China, it was broken down into pieces and shipped in batches.The reason why he will use this way of pressing the bottom of the box this time is that he has studied the diversion of underground rivers in the Qingshui area, and carefully prepared the golden cicada to escape its shell.
But if you want to drive all the way from Gansu to Nanjing, you are afraid that you will be caught halfway.No one can be found in the Public Security Bureau, just wait for the military court.
So the five of them boarded a private cargo ship near a small pier.The five of them didn't look like bad guys, they had all the documents, and they acted generously.The boatman hesitated for a while, and bowed down at the feet of Grandpa Mao.
Song Banyan learned from Zhou Rao that Lancinate and his mentor had no background from the Chinese government, so his mind became active.Since there is no state apparatus to intervene, no matter how powerful the forces are, they must restrain their minions on this land.So Song Banyan contacted Zhang Gongyu.
Zhang Gong didn't say much with the other side, they agreed to meet at the place.When Song Banyan didn't expect it, it was Wen Ming who had a relationship with Nanbo back then who came to pick him up today.
She almost forgot about the boy.
The moment Wen Ming poked his head out of the car window, Song Banyan almost thought that the other party recognized someone and wasn't here to pick them up.
Wen Ming saw Song Banyan and greeted him warmly: "Xiao Song, get in the car quickly, it's cold."
Song Banyan tried his best to recognize the face in front of him, thinking that the kid had gone on winter vacation, he must have gone to Siberia.Looking at the bearded face, it must have been infected by the Russians.
She nodded sympathetically, and said with a warm smile, "Please, it's so late."
"No trouble, I just have a rest recently." Wen Ming greeted a few people lying on the window, "Get in the car, how are you, Miss Bai. Everyone get in the car."
With Song Banyan nodding his head, everyone felt relieved.Atticus took the lead and stepped forward to open the car door, making a gesture of please.Wen Ming's face turned red when he saw it, but it was too fake to get out of the car, so he could only sit there.He is a good young man with enthusiasm and blood, but he obviously lacks a lot of social etiquette.
Seeing them getting into the car one after another, Wen Ming thought to himself: It is said that like attracts like, the ancients never deceived me.Miss Bai's foreign friend looks like a British aristocrat.As expected of Xiao Song, to have such a powerful girlfriend.Alas, I'm still single.
Song Banyan didn't know that he was thinking wildly, while hinting to Zhou Rao to check whether there is a monitoring device in the car, while chatting with Wen Ming sideways: "Student Xiaowen, I just made a call."
When she said this, Wen Ming's curiosity was immediately aroused: "Plum blossoms are easy to count? Ziwei Doushu? Six lines? Four pillars? Arrangement? Innate? Acquired? Tell me quickly."
As expected of a boy who studies history, he opened his mouth to display all kinds of divination methods.
Song Banyan smiled lightly: "It's not that troublesome, it's just counting. Today is Dingyou Year, Guimao Month, and Bingchen Day. Suishinan, but Professor Zhang's home is just south of Longtan Port. You know, this thing Believe it or not, and I calculated it carefully. In the time of Haishi, the God of Joy is in the northeast, and the five elements are flat wood, which corresponds to the city of Yangzhou in the northeast.”
"God! I'm from Yangzhou." Wen Ming shouted, "Xiao Song, I can't do without admiring you."
Pan Xiaohong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was following Song Banyan's instructions to keep an eye on the situation on both sides of the road. Hearing this, he glanced at the special invoice for highway communication fees on the instrument panel.
Song Banyan smiled low-key and shy: "It's just nonsense. If I'm really good, I can count why Zhang Gongyu didn't come to pick us up."
Wen Ming said casually: "Hey, my master has been too busy recently. She even quit her job in the museum. I haven't finished my internship yet. Teacher Zhao is far behind my master."
Song Banyan had already listened to Wen Ming's complaints, and she quickly exchanged a glance with Bai Xunhua.Both of them are very clear that it means a dream for Zhang Gong and Nan Bo.What exactly happened is enough to make Zhang Gong and such a stubborn person give up their dreams!
Judging by Wen Ming's appearance, it is obvious that he does not know the inside story.Song Banyan thought about it and knew that he couldn't ask for clues, but it was embarrassing for the whole car to be silent.She simply chatted casually: "Student Xiaowen, it's ok, I have a seven-seater car at a young age."
Wen Ming smiled "hehe" and said, "My father's."
Song Banyan could tell something was wrong: "Your father, do you know?"
"I don't know." Wen Ming replied quickly, uncontrollably shivering like a child who has done something bad, "I don't even have a driver's license."
Now even Pan Xiaohong couldn't sit still: "Fuck! How dare you brat!"
Wen Ming's face was full of ambition: "My master said, as long as I transport you there, she will ask Professor Zhang to accept me as a closed disciple."
Ship it?
Song Banyan leaned on Bai Xunhua's shoulder, and said lazily, "It seems that our goods are quite valuable."
In the middle of the night, the checkpoints for drunk driving in the urban area were one after another. Pan Xiaohong was holding the steering wheel, his palms were full of sweat.
I don't know who is lucky in the car, and the journey is safe and sound.
The upper echelons of the school knew that Professor Zhang, who had always been honest and self-proclaimed, moved back to the faculty dormitory building through his relationship.To the outside world, they only said that their legs and feet are not good, and that it is convenient to go to work nearby. Only the father and daughter understand the truth.
"Xiao Song, you are here!"
As soon as Song Banyan entered the door, he was warmly received by Professor Zhang, and his heart was really relieved.Individuals do not have the right to buy, sell or rent public housing. Although the conditions of the teaching and staff dormitories are a little worse, the safety index is much higher in this way.
Zhang Gongyu glanced at her blankly: "You think too easily."
Song Banyan smiled and said, "Then face up to the difficulties."
Pan Xiaohong was greeting Professor Zhang, who knew that the old professor asked, "Where is Mr. Manaschi? He promised to teach me how to ride a horse next time, why didn't he come?"
Pan Xiaohong froze suddenly, his head was in a daze and he was about to blurt out.Bai Xunhua stepped forward half a step, and bowed slightly to Professor Zhang: "Xiao Wu made a fuss about going to ride a horse, so the old man took him back first."
Professor Zhang suddenly realized, turned around and went to make tea for the children. He was still talking about when he would go to Xinjiang. Summer vacation would be fine. In a few months, he could still take students to see the Silk Road...
Zhang Gongyu glanced at Song Banyan, but said nothing.She looked at Mumu in a daze, but she was much sharper than her father who devoted himself to teaching.
Song Banyan pulled out a smile: "Why, I want to ask your old friend? That beautiful snake Wen Luoluo is running fast. I don't know where to go with the Western Xia cultural relics."
"The police will catch her sooner or later." Zhang Gongyu said lightly, then turned and walked towards the study, "Come in with me."
Song Banyan followed Zhang Gongyu into her room alone, standing at the door without knowing where to step.Manuscripts are all over the floor, densely packed layer by layer.Books and documents are stacked on more than half of the small single bed.The cleanest and tidy place in the whole room is the one in the middle of the desk.
"Sit whatever you want." Zhang Gongyu said, stepping over the waste drafts to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down.The range of this movement was limited, and it knocked a pile of books on the ground behind.
Song Banyan was also a casual person, he just moved a few stacks of books and folded them into a bench to sit opposite Zhang Gong.It was only when she noticed that Zhang Gong was not in the right state. The meticulous former cultural relics keeper of the Nanbo Museum now had disheveled hair, black circles around his eyes, and a gloomy expression.
Song Banyan asked casually, "Have you cracked the parchment?"
Zhang Gongyu didn't answer, but took out a brand new A4 blank paper, grabbed the pen and started to write quickly.Those contents seemed to be imprinted in her heart, so she didn't need to think about it at all.
Song Banyan took the paper full of lives, and looked suspiciously at Zhang Gongyu.
Zhang Gongyu read with a blank expression: "Wang Chongmin, ancient philologist. Li Pingxin, Dunhuang scientist. Chen Tianchi, chemist. Zhang Zongsui, physicist. Zhou Shouxian, computer expert. Fang Qing, medical scientist. Huang Guozhang, geography Scholar. Shi Liangqing, a master of the Linji sect..."
The more Song Banyan listened, the more surprised he became, his temples throbbed violently, and the pain was severe: "These people?"
"Died during the Cultural Revolution." Zhang Gongyu lowered his eyes, his voice was soft and ethereal, "They all mentioned the 'Purple Mountain Air Raid Shelter' before them."
Up to two hours is more than enough to change tickets and go through security checks.Most of the passengers seemed unhurried. They walked through the aisle of the plane and found their seats amidst the greetings of the stewardesses.The plane roared, passengers looked down on the city from the sky, and the lights were everywhere.The light belt is like a giant dragon, raising its head and flicking its tail, as if it is about to move freely.
"It's really cold in the spring." Wen Ming sighed, pressed the green button, took the card and quickly closed the window.His driving skills were average, but he didn't dare to waste time, so he hurried out of the toll booth.
Compared with railway stations, automobile cities, and airports, today's ports are all cargo ships.The containers as high as a mountain were neatly stacked on the ground, and Wen Ming couldn't help feeling flustered when he saw them.
"Hello, is this Xiao Song?" Wen Ming said while holding the phone with his shoulders, while turning the steering wheel, "I am Wen Ming, my master asked me to pick you up. Enen, okay, I know. Stand there and don't Move, I'm coming to you."
Song Banyan hung up the phone and said to several people: "According to Zhang Gongyu's personality, we can trust him to pick him up."
Bai Xunhua took her words: "But what will hold her back? With her character, it's more like it's not convenient for others to pick us up."
Pan Xiaohong's mind was wide open: "Could it be that Dr. Zhang has been controlled by the state?"
Song Banyan said: "You look down on the country too much. If the country were so cowardly, we wouldn't be here by boat."
Zhou Rao smiled and said nothing, and Atticus standing behind him was as silent as a sculpture.
The civilian version of the SMX-22 sub-submarine, that is also a contraband.When Zhou Rao was able to bring it into China, it was broken down into pieces and shipped in batches.The reason why he will use this way of pressing the bottom of the box this time is that he has studied the diversion of underground rivers in the Qingshui area, and carefully prepared the golden cicada to escape its shell.
But if you want to drive all the way from Gansu to Nanjing, you are afraid that you will be caught halfway.No one can be found in the Public Security Bureau, just wait for the military court.
So the five of them boarded a private cargo ship near a small pier.The five of them didn't look like bad guys, they had all the documents, and they acted generously.The boatman hesitated for a while, and bowed down at the feet of Grandpa Mao.
Song Banyan learned from Zhou Rao that Lancinate and his mentor had no background from the Chinese government, so his mind became active.Since there is no state apparatus to intervene, no matter how powerful the forces are, they must restrain their minions on this land.So Song Banyan contacted Zhang Gongyu.
Zhang Gong didn't say much with the other side, they agreed to meet at the place.When Song Banyan didn't expect it, it was Wen Ming who had a relationship with Nanbo back then who came to pick him up today.
She almost forgot about the boy.
The moment Wen Ming poked his head out of the car window, Song Banyan almost thought that the other party recognized someone and wasn't here to pick them up.
Wen Ming saw Song Banyan and greeted him warmly: "Xiao Song, get in the car quickly, it's cold."
Song Banyan tried his best to recognize the face in front of him, thinking that the kid had gone on winter vacation, he must have gone to Siberia.Looking at the bearded face, it must have been infected by the Russians.
She nodded sympathetically, and said with a warm smile, "Please, it's so late."
"No trouble, I just have a rest recently." Wen Ming greeted a few people lying on the window, "Get in the car, how are you, Miss Bai. Everyone get in the car."
With Song Banyan nodding his head, everyone felt relieved.Atticus took the lead and stepped forward to open the car door, making a gesture of please.Wen Ming's face turned red when he saw it, but it was too fake to get out of the car, so he could only sit there.He is a good young man with enthusiasm and blood, but he obviously lacks a lot of social etiquette.
Seeing them getting into the car one after another, Wen Ming thought to himself: It is said that like attracts like, the ancients never deceived me.Miss Bai's foreign friend looks like a British aristocrat.As expected of Xiao Song, to have such a powerful girlfriend.Alas, I'm still single.
Song Banyan didn't know that he was thinking wildly, while hinting to Zhou Rao to check whether there is a monitoring device in the car, while chatting with Wen Ming sideways: "Student Xiaowen, I just made a call."
When she said this, Wen Ming's curiosity was immediately aroused: "Plum blossoms are easy to count? Ziwei Doushu? Six lines? Four pillars? Arrangement? Innate? Acquired? Tell me quickly."
As expected of a boy who studies history, he opened his mouth to display all kinds of divination methods.
Song Banyan smiled lightly: "It's not that troublesome, it's just counting. Today is Dingyou Year, Guimao Month, and Bingchen Day. Suishinan, but Professor Zhang's home is just south of Longtan Port. You know, this thing Believe it or not, and I calculated it carefully. In the time of Haishi, the God of Joy is in the northeast, and the five elements are flat wood, which corresponds to the city of Yangzhou in the northeast.”
"God! I'm from Yangzhou." Wen Ming shouted, "Xiao Song, I can't do without admiring you."
Pan Xiaohong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was following Song Banyan's instructions to keep an eye on the situation on both sides of the road. Hearing this, he glanced at the special invoice for highway communication fees on the instrument panel.
Song Banyan smiled low-key and shy: "It's just nonsense. If I'm really good, I can count why Zhang Gongyu didn't come to pick us up."
Wen Ming said casually: "Hey, my master has been too busy recently. She even quit her job in the museum. I haven't finished my internship yet. Teacher Zhao is far behind my master."
Song Banyan had already listened to Wen Ming's complaints, and she quickly exchanged a glance with Bai Xunhua.Both of them are very clear that it means a dream for Zhang Gong and Nan Bo.What exactly happened is enough to make Zhang Gong and such a stubborn person give up their dreams!
Judging by Wen Ming's appearance, it is obvious that he does not know the inside story.Song Banyan thought about it and knew that he couldn't ask for clues, but it was embarrassing for the whole car to be silent.She simply chatted casually: "Student Xiaowen, it's ok, I have a seven-seater car at a young age."
Wen Ming smiled "hehe" and said, "My father's."
Song Banyan could tell something was wrong: "Your father, do you know?"
"I don't know." Wen Ming replied quickly, uncontrollably shivering like a child who has done something bad, "I don't even have a driver's license."
Now even Pan Xiaohong couldn't sit still: "Fuck! How dare you brat!"
Wen Ming's face was full of ambition: "My master said, as long as I transport you there, she will ask Professor Zhang to accept me as a closed disciple."
Ship it?
Song Banyan leaned on Bai Xunhua's shoulder, and said lazily, "It seems that our goods are quite valuable."
In the middle of the night, the checkpoints for drunk driving in the urban area were one after another. Pan Xiaohong was holding the steering wheel, his palms were full of sweat.
I don't know who is lucky in the car, and the journey is safe and sound.
The upper echelons of the school knew that Professor Zhang, who had always been honest and self-proclaimed, moved back to the faculty dormitory building through his relationship.To the outside world, they only said that their legs and feet are not good, and that it is convenient to go to work nearby. Only the father and daughter understand the truth.
"Xiao Song, you are here!"
As soon as Song Banyan entered the door, he was warmly received by Professor Zhang, and his heart was really relieved.Individuals do not have the right to buy, sell or rent public housing. Although the conditions of the teaching and staff dormitories are a little worse, the safety index is much higher in this way.
Zhang Gongyu glanced at her blankly: "You think too easily."
Song Banyan smiled and said, "Then face up to the difficulties."
Pan Xiaohong was greeting Professor Zhang, who knew that the old professor asked, "Where is Mr. Manaschi? He promised to teach me how to ride a horse next time, why didn't he come?"
Pan Xiaohong froze suddenly, his head was in a daze and he was about to blurt out.Bai Xunhua stepped forward half a step, and bowed slightly to Professor Zhang: "Xiao Wu made a fuss about going to ride a horse, so the old man took him back first."
Professor Zhang suddenly realized, turned around and went to make tea for the children. He was still talking about when he would go to Xinjiang. Summer vacation would be fine. In a few months, he could still take students to see the Silk Road...
Zhang Gongyu glanced at Song Banyan, but said nothing.She looked at Mumu in a daze, but she was much sharper than her father who devoted himself to teaching.
Song Banyan pulled out a smile: "Why, I want to ask your old friend? That beautiful snake Wen Luoluo is running fast. I don't know where to go with the Western Xia cultural relics."
"The police will catch her sooner or later." Zhang Gongyu said lightly, then turned and walked towards the study, "Come in with me."
Song Banyan followed Zhang Gongyu into her room alone, standing at the door without knowing where to step.Manuscripts are all over the floor, densely packed layer by layer.Books and documents are stacked on more than half of the small single bed.The cleanest and tidy place in the whole room is the one in the middle of the desk.
"Sit whatever you want." Zhang Gongyu said, stepping over the waste drafts to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down.The range of this movement was limited, and it knocked a pile of books on the ground behind.
Song Banyan was also a casual person, he just moved a few stacks of books and folded them into a bench to sit opposite Zhang Gong.It was only when she noticed that Zhang Gong was not in the right state. The meticulous former cultural relics keeper of the Nanbo Museum now had disheveled hair, black circles around his eyes, and a gloomy expression.
Song Banyan asked casually, "Have you cracked the parchment?"
Zhang Gongyu didn't answer, but took out a brand new A4 blank paper, grabbed the pen and started to write quickly.Those contents seemed to be imprinted in her heart, so she didn't need to think about it at all.
Song Banyan took the paper full of lives, and looked suspiciously at Zhang Gongyu.
Zhang Gongyu read with a blank expression: "Wang Chongmin, ancient philologist. Li Pingxin, Dunhuang scientist. Chen Tianchi, chemist. Zhang Zongsui, physicist. Zhou Shouxian, computer expert. Fang Qing, medical scientist. Huang Guozhang, geography Scholar. Shi Liangqing, a master of the Linji sect..."
The more Song Banyan listened, the more surprised he became, his temples throbbed violently, and the pain was severe: "These people?"
"Died during the Cultural Revolution." Zhang Gongyu lowered his eyes, his voice was soft and ethereal, "They all mentioned the 'Purple Mountain Air Raid Shelter' before them."
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