16 years

Fu Yan was gone.

Holding the cold action recorder in his hand, Liu Ruosong only had one thought in his mind.

"The action team went to look for it afterwards, and only got this." The man didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and said hesitantly: "The action team tried hard, but the situation was too bad at that time, so they couldn't bring Colonel Fu together... "

"Yes." Liu Ruosong said, "I understand."

His tone was gentle, he sounded tolerant and magnanimous, and he even comforted him in turn: "Unexpected circumstances, no one can guarantee."

The man didn't seem to expect him to react like this, and subconsciously glanced at him.I found that his expression was numb, with an abnormal calm on his face, except that his eyes looked a little wandering, he didn't feel the shock of hearing the bad news at all.

He wasn't sure if Liu Ruosong was too shocked to react, or if he had really lost his feelings due to the troubled times where gathering less and leaving more. After hesitating for a while, he just threw out an unmistakable closing sentence.

"……I am sorry for your loss."

"Yes." Liu Ruosong nodded to him politely, and said, "Got it."

He even politely thanked the other party, and then apologized and said that he still had things to do, the man hurriedly left knowingly, and left as if he had oiled his feet.

The shell of the action recorder in Liu Ruosong's hand was broken, and it was dusty with mud and a little taupe stains.He just held it for a long time, and a thin layer of sweat formed in his palm, and the stain on the recorder was soaked by sweat, sticking wetly to his palm, like a line of dried blood.

He stood in the corridor, as if he was in a daze for a while, not knowing where to go, holding the folder in his hand and thinking for a while, before he realized that it was his working time.

Liu Ruosong subconsciously turned his head and wanted to go back to the experimental area, but as soon as he entered, there was a burst of sirens at the door.The cleanliness of the action recorder in his hand did not meet the requirements and could not be brought into the experimental area.

Liu Ruosong panicked for a moment, subconsciously put the action device into his pocket, wiped the sweat and dust from his hands on the white coat carelessly, and then wanted to go in again.

The scanning detector turned him away again, and Liu Ruosong realized that his behavior just now was like deception.

Liu Ruosong took a deep breath, his forehead pressed against the cold glass door, his mind was empty, he couldn't think of anything.

A huge metal detection instrument was erected in the public area not far away, and the LCD screen on the instrument displayed the new detection data. Liu Ruosong opened the notebook in his hand and wanted to record the data as usual, but he just "looked Data and record" This kind of trivial matter, he has done it three times without success.

Every time he reads the numbers on the monitor screen, he will forget the content when he picks up the pen. After repeated several times, he knows that [-]% of them will not be able to do anything today.

So Liu Ruosong simply gave up, clocked out of work, put the action recorder in his pocket, and turned to the logistics department.

He didn't collapse or hysteria, he walked to the logistics building step by step, and made a meal according to his own habits.

Today the cafeteria serves stewed pork with cabbage. The aunt who cooks in the cafeteria knows Liu Ruosong. Seeing that he looks dazed today, she even ordered half a spoonful of extra vegetables for him.

It's funny to say that the first time Liu Ruosong really felt that "Fu Yan is gone" was not when he received the pension, nor when he got the action recorder, but now, in the logistics In the cafeteria of the Ministry of Finance - the logistics card flashed across the card reader, and the balance on the display screen was abnormally large. Liu Ruosong just glanced at it inadvertently, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out by a sharp knife.

He didn't want to delve into the meaning behind the string of numbers, so he forgot to thank him, took the things in a panic, and stumbled back to the dormitory.

The double dormitory is clean and bright. The curtains are wide open on both sides. The sunlight outside is very good. When it falls in the room, it can reflect a little dust in the air.

Liu Ruosong felt exhausted all over, he didn't want to change clothes, so he didn't sit on the sofa, but sat on the ground, watching the coffee table and unpacking the lunch box.

In the last days, the cost of food and clothing is nothing compared to the peaceful era. The self-sufficient vegetables in the military base are bland, and meat is not a common species. It tastes soupy and tasteless.

So Liu Ruosong leaned over and dragged a small wine cabinet from the other side of the coffee table, opened the door, and took out a bottle of simple self-brewed wine from inside.

A detector on the wine cabinet flashed past, and then, Fu Yan's voice came from the corner of the room.

"Drink less." Colonel Fu said.

"You're not at home." Liu Ruosong almost subconsciously retorted, "Either when you come back next time——"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and stopped himself first.

The AI ​​in the dormitory uses Fu Yan's voice pack, and it's not that smart even if it's smart. Apart from switching electrical appliances, it probably can only communicate with people on simple topics.The detector in the wine cabinet was put in by Fu Yanfang, and the reply was a set fixed template. However, Liu Ruosong would chat with these set voice packs from time to time when he was interested.

He was used to this, so he didn't react for a while.

Then the complaint stopped abruptly, and the ending sound was scattered into the wind and dust. Liu Ruosong's hand holding the chopsticks slowly tightened, and his shoulders were buried deeper.

He didn't speak any more, but took two mouthfuls of rice numbly, and just after chewing twice, tears fell down without warning.

Liu Ruosong's tears fell silently, but they couldn't be ignored. The bitter tears fell into his lunch box, soaking the semi-hard and dry brown rice into a ball.

But he didn't seem to notice it, and he stubbornly pushed the food into his mouth until there was nothing left to fill, then he slowly curled up like a collapse.

The brown rice mixed with tears was really hard to swallow, Liu Ruosong whimpered in pain, the throat to the heart was hot and painful, as if his whole viscera had been messed up.

He didn't know what he was trying to do with himself, he was so uncomfortable that he refused to spit it out, and he swallowed the unpalatable brown rice mixed with tears, like swallowing a knife.

It hurts, Liu Ruosong thought.

He was in pain and cold, trembling all over, he didn't know whether he was crying or choking, it seemed that a piece of hard metal was blocked in his chest, the choking made him feel nauseous, and his temples throbbed.

Liu Ruosong rested his forehead on the tea table, gasped deeply, but still wanted to cry.His thin spine bent into a terrible arc under the shirt, as if it was going to pierce the flesh and protrude.

It hurts, he thought.

When he was outside, he couldn't notice anything, but when he returned to the dormitory, Liu Ruosong seemed to have finally opened the gate, and remembered a certain fact in his heart.

There are traces of Fu Yan everywhere in this room. He doesn't come back many times, but each time is deep enough.

Liu Ruosong was powerless to escape from this environment, so he could only be forced to accept the scouring of memories—from the detector on the wine cabinet to the curtain sliding box that Fu Yan helped him repair last time, everything was like a flood of memories when they rushed up. It was a bone-removing steel comb, capable of brushing off a layer of skinned flesh from his body.

Liu Ruosong swallowed a mouthful of sour and salty tears, and then a feeling of nausea surged from the inside out. He wrapped his arms around himself, and took out the little machine that he had been neglecting before with difficulty from his pocket.

More than half of the shell of the action recorder was broken. Liu Ruosong stroked the paint surface with his thumb, and a little wound was scratched by the sharp fracture.

Fu Yan's things have always been carefully managed, and it was rare for Liu Ruosong to look at the recorder, and suddenly smiled for some reason, then took out a tissue, wiped the dust on it with the The blood was wiped away bit by bit.

There were still tears on his face, so even that little smile was a bit tragic, but Liu Ruosong didn't realize it, he cried a lot, and then wiped the little thing clean, it seemed that he finally woke up Come on, get up from the ground with difficulty.

Liu Ruosong walked to the wall, connected the output interface of the action device to the TV screen on the wall, and pressed the power button.

The TV screen on standby flickered, and a clear image soon appeared.

The recorder should be worn on Fu Yan's body, so Liu Ruosong didn't see Fu Yan's face, but could only see the scene flying by.

The abandoned building was full of dangers. Liu Ruosong forced himself to look down, but Fu Yan didn't know where the recorder was taken. Even when the action was the most intense, he was rarely photographed. Only halfway through the video, Fu Yan seemed to look down, and the camera captured his left leg. A sharp metal plate passed through the kneecap of his left leg, and the blood that flowed out almost soaked his entire calf.

Liu Ruosong felt dizzy inexplicably. He supported the wall beside him and slid down. He saw Fu Yan being approached in a dead corner, and then countless zombies pounced on him. It was no different from what he saw at the high-speed rail station in City S. .

He subconsciously took a deep breath, but the oxygen didn't seem to enter his chest cavity, a black mist suddenly appeared in front of Liu Ruosong's eyes, he slid on the ground as if lacking oxygen, a few red and blue spots flashed in front of his eyes.

Liu Ruosong briefly lost consciousness for a moment, and when he returned to the cage again, he heard Fu Yan talking to him.

"...just so that you can take pictures in places you like in the future."

Fu Yan's voice was calm, with some imperceptible emotion in his tone, Liu Ruosong was startled suddenly, and forced to open his eyes and look to the side regardless of the discomfort all over his body.

Fu Yan didn't notice anything wrong with him, he stood sideways to Liu Ruosong by the fire, just threw two sticks of dry wood into the fire, his eyes fell in the distance, as if he was looking at the line where heaven and earth meet.

Liu Ruosong was dumbfounded.

His whole body is now in a fog, and the memories of two completely different lives are mixed together in his mind, which makes him have a headache.

Liu Ruosong somehow realized something, but the previous cramping-like pain still remained in his body, so he took a painful breath and reached out to grab Fu Yan's hand.

Fu Yan quickly noticed his abnormality, quickly took his hand, turned and half-kneeled beside him, and touched his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yan asked.

Liu Ruosong was speechless, he suddenly grabbed Fu Yan's shoulders, his fingers tightened convulsively, and sank deeply into the fabric.

Fu Yan was staggered by him, fell backwards on the grass, and stabilized his body by propping his elbows on the ground.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Fu Yan asked worriedly.

Liu Ruosong shook his head with difficulty. He knelt down on Fu Yan facing him, loosened his clothes with his right hand, and touched down hesitantly until it touched the knee of Fu Yan's left leg.

"...Does it hurt?" Liu Ruosong asked.

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