I, Qing Huan

The narrow a dozen flat rooms have a miruckth in the middle of the night. Here is crying here, this side is awkward, and Yizhen is so late and is busy with Bai Yan Qiu and Zi Zi, noisy for a long time.

Give a lightly, covering the ears of the south, and don't let her wake her. How long has a noisy in the room, she has been holding a posture for a long time, and the hand has not been put down.

Some of them are almost about two o'clock in the middle of the night, and a few people crying too, and the sound is also tired. Everyone has a good night, and they will be prepared to end this tired day.

Ming Tongcheng suddenly thought of a thing, he said with just crying. "The puzzle said that he wants to listen to the electric saws of 6:30, but we don't have alarm clock, don't do it at 6 o'clock?"

Lightly shoot the shoulder of the woman's sleeping woman, "Don't worry, the alarm clock is here."

Ming Tongcheng thinks that there is also a very self-discipline of the south, let's go.

Sleep at 10 o'clock in the evening, I woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning, this is the law of three thousand years in the morning, and the thunder does not move. In a very small number of cases, I will sleep lately. But even if you sleep late, her body will wake up at 6 o'clock, and then it will be judged by the brain today. Do you want to bed today.

Slowly in the room, several people have entered sleep.

It's really a long day, it is clear that it is only a few hours in the room, as if it is a few centuries.

No later words overnight.

If you sleep, you can't realize that they can only sleep for four hours.

The various units of the room in the room have also entered the sleep state, and the staff should also take a break.

Until 5:55 in the morning.

The mascara of the south is lightly moved, and the soft eyelashes gently scratched the side faces of scratching light.

Five o'clock in five minutes.

She turned her finger in the light floor.

Five o'clock five centuries fifty-nine seconds.

Her eyebrows are gently wrinkled.

Tide.

A pair of light brown eyes slowly opened, the bottom is a lazy and clearing.

Break.

Nanxun remembers the task on the puzzle yesterday, so even her sleep is far less than the usual standard, but she still enters the awake state. She hugged in the dark and sleeping, looking at the eyes, and confirming that the camera did not work, gently gut the top of the light.

She slowly got up her heart from the crowded sleeping bag, thinking about waking up for them or first turned on.

Suddenly, she missed a different.

Her ear and eyes are extremely excellent, people are awake or fall asleep, she can easily hear, this room, it is clear that there is still a person who is awake.

Woke up, but it doesn't sound, and it doesn't move.

Nanxun is alert to a moment, and the internal force is pouring in the eyes to inspect the surrounding. When she saw the white autumn of the corner, her thoughts were gun. Only the pores of the tightly slowed down, secretly tones.

She thinks too much. This is a modern society, not ancient rivers and lakes, which have so many people who want to miss people's thieves.

Bai Yiliu is very quiet, sitting in the side, staring tightly in sleeping dreams, there is still a group of , the bottom is uncomfortable.

She should not wake up, she didn't sleep overnight.

I didn't sleep overnight, just stared at the Zi Zi, like a scorpion hand guarding the prisoner, and the desire of the other party is suppressed every second.

Nanxun is not the kind of person who likes to take care of it. She didn't see it, she climbed out from the sleeping bag, not slowly sleeping over the ground, and went to the door to open the light.

"hiss……"

"Hey my day."

"how……"

The light lit up and loudly on the ground.

The south is standing on the door, there is no expression: "Get up."

Yan Ying, his eyes, the voice is also sleepy: "South boss, you ... it's a matter of it, you are really ** alarm!"

Tonguan launched the sleeping bag covering the body, drill his head, crying: "I don't get up ..."

Bai Yan Qiu leaned out his hand at the moment, covering the eyes of Yan Ziyu, did not let the light flashed suddenly on the light.

Light and joys, it is estimated that it has not been earned from the dream, and it is half-eyed in the eyes: "The pot is paste, go to the kitchen, natural gas to fry ..."

Yan Yixing can't laugh: "What is blowing? Your wife is blowing us."

Southern, walk to the side, lightly sleeping in the most inside, she passed the road, the foot is very high, across a few people, like a indifferent and noble fairy crane, walking towards the long legs in a group of short chicken.

When I came to the side, she crouched and helped her to sit up.

"Is it six o'clock?" Light and glanced at the south of the eyes.

The south is a sound, lifting the hand, helping her, taking the long curly hair that is sleeping.

There are always a lot of complaints, or it needs to be eased for a while, and several people in the house are completely awake and restore reason. It is already a matter of twenty minutes.



Everyone sat down like yesterday, sitting down, sleeping in the corner, the sleeping bag was put into the corner, and the pair was shifted to remove a lot of puzzles, quietly waiting for 6:30. .

Waiting for the gap, I will take the initiative: "If you feel boring, or I will tell you a story again ..."

Ming late: "Don't don't don't!"

: "You don't ..."

Light joy: "Xiaoyu, shut up."

Bai Hao Qiu: "... no need."

Nanxun: "..."

Yan Qi wants to talk about a ghost story of a chainsaw, telling the rise, and coincides with 6:30, but the butcher is holding the chainsaw, which is a mighty operation. Which heart can you bear?

Yan Yong picked up the golden silk glasses on the nose, smirked: "Hey, I will not only tell the ghost story."

Yan Ziyu also looked at the eyes MP4, reminded: "There are still two minutes."

Tonguan Cheng put the five three poured, and found a blank page in the latter page, took a good neutral pen, prepared to record.

Soon, I have never been the pace of parallel with the same moment, with a whistle that pulled the chainsaw, came to the iron gate. After a short pause, the chainsaw began to contact the iron gate.

Different from this messy voice, the sound of the chainsaw is short, and there is a continuous pause, it is clear that some law is contained. But what is law, several people are a mist, unclear.

I don't know if I have a pen to hold the pen tomorrow night.

Nanxun glanced at her, took away the pen from her hand, opened his notebook, and turned to a new page, started a record.

The butcher outside the door is like afraid that they have listened to the leak, the same period of success saw three times, the people in the door are listening to him.

"Moles Code."

After the Nanxun is finished, spit out five words, then tear the paper down, and the fingers have bounced on the floors in the middle of the six people.

Single paper takes the force that she is sent, rotating a few turns in the center and slowly stop.

I saw a clear twist on the paper but very clearly:

[···· / ·· --- / - ···· / - ···]

Each of the electric codes should have a normally corresponding to a number, namely:

[5/2/6/7]

The remaining five people look at the South.

"This is ..." Ming Tongcheng looked at the paper that had already solved the puzzle, a face, "... already, is it finished?"

Look at the paper, "It turned out that this is Moracy code, I have never seen it ..."

"South boss," Yan Yizhen looks to the south. "What is your Mei? Training special forces?"

: "It's so powerful."

The director team behind the lens also can't touch the mind, which is a very complicated, the guests should write down the rhythm, then search for clues to puzzle, can get the Morse Code comparison table. Who can think of it, will someone get back to the Moorish code?

But the south is so idle.

In fact, it is not idle.

There is a gentleman is a special scatter, usually do not speak people, exchange purely on the Morsown, Nanxun no way, in order to say a few words, hard-to-life, back the entire Morsian code table, When cracking, remove the Morse's code itself, there is a second-level secrecy code for them. In those years of war, she has never seen a few faces with her, but in that one of the more and more complicated Moorish code, they snuggled with each other, support each other, and they have passed the long hardship. Year old.

At that time, the light junction called she as "Mr. South". The "gentleman" that is not male can use, but most people in that era are respectful to those who have status.

Nanxun is semi-eye, caught in memory.

Those years of her and her, like water, weak, was turned over by the Hongbo rolls in the times, but still hoped and enthusiastic.

Until Today, she still remembers those who have been cracked in the middle of the night from the light.

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"Mr., has been discovered since the last base point, has not contacted for a long time, can you be good?"

"Mr., recently the wind is very tight, there are several companions inadvertently disclose the identity, and they are peeled to death. I am a little scared, I miss you. I heard some things, but I am not related, but I can always I think of you in my heart. "

"Sir, I don't have to worry, I am very powerful, I will not be discovered. Even if I do it, I will still make up myself. Mr. also take care of yourself."

"Mr., the front of the front, the city has a delicious brush, the brand is called with Shuangxi, I pay for a pack to give Mr., remember to take it."

"Mr., today, let me go, chicken legs, stewed potatoes, it is difficult to eat, and have a fight with Mr.."

"Mr., I got the mission yesterday, didn't finish, the superior is disappointed with me. Suddenly I feel that I don't have other people, there are several insurance some exposure, I can't help but doubt what I still do it. But, When the country is still in danger, can I be in Anle? People are in the Ming Zhe. Hidden is laughing, I am idily, I will forget to die for the family. I know that Mr. I know I understand my persistence. The heart of the world, the sound of the dog horses, the students are warm, hidden and popular. A nation without heroes is a sad nation, I don't dare to be a hero, but I will be firefly, in the dark One point light, so you don't have to wait for the torch. There is a gentleman, I have confidence in this man in this manicure and steal. "

"Mr., thank you for your comfort yesterday, I certainly know, I am the best woman in my eyes."

"If you have time, please help me with ten silver dollar to visit my mother. She is old, I can't accompany her side, and I am dead. If my mother is asking Mr., I'm talking about Mr. It is a person I can pay for my life, let her be sure. "

"Mr., I left a white cheongsam in the capital of the city of the city. It is the third grip of the counter in the counter. It is a gift to Mr., thank you for your care. "

"Mr., I saw a very beautiful puppy yesterday, the curl, it is the wife of our commander, cute."

"Sir, you are of course very cute."

"Mr. is particularly cute, really."

"Sir, Kyoto falls, you must protect yourself, don't be killed, don't bomb your plane, don't be misunderstood by the arms, you must live."

"Sir, you don't have to worry about me, as long as you live, I will live."

"Mr., I have been very worried about you recently, I miss you, I miss you very much. I think, I will go to you. I will live too tired. I lived in my life. Differently long, and finally. Half students can spend their side, which will be my greatest honor. "

"Sir, I want to go to the battlefield on the last battle, you have to take care."

"Mr. doesn't have to ask when I came back. I may never come back, maybe, I will come back tomorrow."

"Mr., you don't have it too sad."

"Sir, please remember, on the barren land, you are the last rose."

That is really a very romantic, romantic to the south, now I have clearly remember every byte of her radio.

I also remember that after many years, the chaos is flat, I am sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, wearing her white cheongsam, and finally wait until she returning to blood in the smoke. The man is dark green military uniform, and the long curly hair is scattered in the shoulder. When she holds the big hat, I pinch a string of sweet gourds, and the flowers are bright.

She came over, the tumbler boots slammed the simple wooden floor, solemn and solemn. She bent over, handed the sugar gourd to her hand, then headed, and she was the satisfied military ceremony.

Nanxun is in the god, and the light is noticed, and the back of her hand quietly.

"What is it?"

Nanxun earned from memories and overlaps thoughts with their society.

"The password is found, we can go out," Lightly take the south of the hand, smile, go outside, "Go, let's go to draw, look at the bottom bedroom or sitting hard seat."

The south hooks the lips and holds the hands of the light.

In the process of leaving the secret room, she looked into the index finger, and she was knocked down the next Morse Code in the hands of the green palm.

Eight feeling that Nanxun has kept his own palm, and asking questions: "What are you doing?"

Nanxun smiled shallow her: "In the tapping."

Laughing: "Is it? That ... What is it?"

Nanxun did not speak, just faintly removed, the eyes smiled, and he looked at the door of the secret room that was slowly opened.

She clenched the hands of the light, together with the answer that I just knocked down, I took it into the cold palm -

On my barren land, you are also the last rose.