I, Qing Huan

The small ten-flat room was noisy late at night, crying here and crying there, coaxing here and coaxing over there, Qi Yi coaxing the night into the night while still busy apologizing to Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan, screaming for a long time.

Qing Huan covered Nan Yang's ears thoughtfully, not to let those sounds wake her up. She kept covering her ears for as long as there was noisy in the room, and she did not let go of her hand no matter how sore.

After some tossing down, it was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night. Several people were crying and tired, and everyone was tired. Everyone said goodnight to each other and began to prepare to sleep to end this tiring day.

Tomorrow night Cheng suddenly thought of something, and buzzed with the hoarse voice that had just finished crying: "The jigsaw said that we should listen to the chainsaw at 6:30, but we don't have an alarm clock and can't get up at six, what should I do?"

Qing Huan patted the shoulder of the sleeping woman in her arms, "Don't worry, **The alarm clock is here."

Tomorrow night, I remembered that there was Nanyang, an extremely self-disciplined god-man, and he was relieved.

Go to bed at ten o’clock in the evening and wake up at six in the morning. This is Nanyang’s three-thousand-year schedule of work and rest. It can’t be beaten by thunder. In rare cases, it’s hard to sleep until you get tired. But even if she sleeps late, her body will wake up habitually at six o'clock, and then her brain will quickly determine whether to sleep in bed today.

The room quieted slowly, and several people went to sleep one after another.

It was a tortuous and long day, obviously only a few hours in the secret room, as if several centuries had passed.

No words for a night.

Everyone slept deeper and deeper. No one seemed to realize that they could only sleep for four hours.

The machines in the four corners of the room have also entered a dormant state, and the staff should also go to rest.

Until 5:59 in the morning.

Nanyang's eyelashes moved lightly, and the soft eyelashes gently scratched Qinghuan's side face.

Five points and fifty nine minutes and fifty seconds.

She curled her fingers on Qing Huan's waist.

Five minutes and fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Six o'clock exactly.

A pair of light brown eyes slowly opened, and the eyes were lazy and clear.

It's time.

Nanyang remembered the task on the puzzle yesterday, so even though her sleep was far from the usual standard, she still allowed herself to enter a awake state. She hugged Qing Huan who was still asleep in the dark, looked at the corner of the room, and after confirming that the cameras were not working, she gently kissed the top of Qing Huan's hair.

She slowly got up from the crowded sleeping bag carefully, thinking whether to wake them up first or turn on the lights first.

Suddenly, she noticed something strange.

Her ears and eyesight are excellent. She can easily tell whether a person is awake or asleep. In this room, there is obviously another person who is awake like her.

Waking up, but making no sound or moving.

Nanyang became vigilant instantly and poured his inner strength into his eyes to inspect the surroundings. When she saw Bai Jinqiu with eyes open in the corner, she was taken aback. Only then did the tight pores slowly let go, secretly relieved.

She thinks too much. This is modern society, not the ancient arena, how can there be so many thieves who want to harm people.

Bai Jinqiu was very quiet, sitting upright, his eyes fixed on Cen Ziyan's face who was still curled up in his sleep, his eyes were undisguised and gloomy.

She shouldn't just wake up, she didn't sleep all night.

I didn't sleep all night, just staring at Cen Ziyan, like an executioner guarding the prisoner, suppressing Ling Chi's longing every second.

Nanyang is not the kind of nosy person. She pretended not to see it. She crawled out of her sleeping bag and hurriedly stepped across the sleeping woman on the ground, and walked to the door to turn on the light.

"hiss……"

"Oh my god."

"how……"

The moment the lights came on, there was a dissatisfaction on the ground.

Nan Yang stood at the door with his hands behind his back, and said blankly: "Get up."

Qi Yi covered his eyes, still sleepy in his voice: "Boss Nan, you...really amazing, you are really an alarm clock!"

Tomorrow night Cheng lifted the sleeping bag covering her body, drilled her head vigorously, and cried out: "I don't want to get up and woo..."

Bai Jinqiu stretched out his hand when the light was on, covering Cen Ziyan's eyes, and did not allow Cen Ziyan to be flashed by the sudden light.

Qing Huan woke up dimly. He probably hadn't earned it from his dream, and his eyes murmured half-sawingly: "It's going to burn, go to the kitchen, the natural gas is going to explode..."

Qi Yi couldn't laugh or cry: "What is it? Your wife blew us up."

Nanyang walked towards Qing Huan, and Qing Huan slept in the innermost place. She passed by, raising her feet high and straddling several people, like an indifferent and noble crane, walking through a group of bantams with her slender legs.

When she walked to Qing Huan's side, she squatted down and embraced Qing Huan to help her sit up.

"It's six o'clock?" Qing Huan narrowed her charming eyes and looked at Nan Yang with narrow eyes.

Nan Yang gave a hum, and raised his hand to help her tidy up her messy long curly hair.

People who have just turned awake always have a lot of complaints, or need to be relieved for a while, and it is already twenty minutes later that the few people in the house are fully awake and sane.

Cen Ziyan looked at the time on her MP4, and said softly: "It's six thirty in nine minutes."

Everyone sat down in a circle like playing a jigsaw puzzle yesterday. Sleeping bags were stacked in the corner, with the jigsaw puzzle that had been moved around in the middle, quietly waiting for the sound of a chainsaw at half past six. .

Waiting for the gap, Qi Yi offered to offer: "If you are bored, or I will tell you a story..."

Tomorrow night: "Don't don't!"

Cen Ziyan: "Teacher Qi, don't..."

Qing Huan: "Xiaoyi, shut up."

Bai Jinqiu: "...no need."

Nanyang: "..."

If Qi Yi tells another ghost story about the shock of the chainsaw, when it comes to rise, it coincides with the butcher carrying the chainsaw for a mighty operation at 6:30, which heart can bear it?

Qi Yi pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and chuckled, "Ah, I can't just tell ghost stories."

Cen Ziyan glanced at the MP4 again and reminded: "There are two minutes left."

Tomorrow night Cheng turned Wusan upside down, found a blank page in the next few pages, took the gel pen, and prepared to record.

Soon after, there was a heavy pace like yesterday, accompanied by the whistling of pulling the chainsaw, and came to the iron gate. After a short pause, the chainsaw began to touch the iron gate.

This time, unlike yesterday's messy sound, the sound of the chainsaw's contact varies from long to short, with pauses and continuities, which obviously contains a certain pattern. But just what the law is, several people are at a loss, and they don't know why.

Tomorrow night, holding the pen dryly, I don't know how to remember.

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

The butcher outside the door seemed to be afraid that they might have missed it. After sawing the same section three times in a row, the people in the door were numb for him just listening.

"Morse code."

After Nan Yang finished memorizing it, he spit out five words briefly, then tore off the page, and flicked it to the floor among the six people.

Taking advantage of the force she sent, the thin paper rotated several times in the center, and then slowly stopped.

I saw a crooked but very clear paragraph on the paper:

[·····/··———/—····/——···]

Each segment of the code corresponds neatly to a number, which are:

[5/2/6/7]

The other five people looked at Nanyang with different eyes.

"This is..." Mingwan Cheng looked at the piece of paper on which the puzzle had been solved, with a dazed expression, "...has been solved?"

Qing Huan stared at the piece of paper blankly, "So this is the Morse code, I haven't seen it before..."

"Boss Nan," Qi Yi looked at Nan Yang in a daze, "What the **** does your Mei family do? Training special forces?"

Cen Ziyan sighed: "That's amazing."

The director group behind the camera also looked at each other confusedly. This is a very complicated level. Guests should write down the rhythm first, and then search for clues to solve the mystery to obtain the Morse code comparison table. Who would have thought that someone would be so idle to memorize the Morse code table?

But Nanyang is so idle.

In fact, it is not idle.

One generation of Qinghuan was a spy leader. He basically didn't speak human language, and communicated purely by knocking on Morse code. Nanyang couldn’t do anything. In order to say a few words to her, he abruptly memorized the entire Morse code table. When cracking, in addition to the Morse code itself, there is also a second-level security code dedicated to the two of them. In those years of war, she and her have barely seen each other, but in that obscure and complicated Morse code, they leaned on and supported each other, and they survived the long period of hardship. Years old.

At that time, Qing Huan would respectfully call her "Mr. Nan". It is not the "sir" that can only be used by men, but the honorific name that most people in that era would use for people with knowledge and status.

Nan Yang half-sucked, lost in memory.

In those years, she and her, like weak duckweed on the surface of the water, were swept by the flood of the times, but still harbored hope and eagerness.

Until now, she still remembers those telegrams from Qinghuan that she had cracked in the night when she couldn't sleep.

——

"Sir, it has been a long time since the last stronghold was discovered. How are you doing these days?"

"Sir, the wind has been very tight recently. A few of my companions accidentally revealed their identities and died of skinning and pulling their muscles. I was a little scared and missed you a little. I heard something in the past few days, obviously irrelevant, but I can always Thinking of you a few times in my heart."

"Don't worry, sir. I am very powerful and will not be discovered. Even for the sake of my husband, I will try my best to protect myself. My husband must take care of myself."

"Sir, I ate some delicious crispy candy in the south of the city a while ago. The brand is called He Shuangyu. I paid to keep a packet for my husband. My husband remembers to get it."

"Mr., there is rice in the bureau today, chicken legs stewed with potatoes, it's awful, it's as good as Mr.'s craftsmanship."

"Sir, I did not complete the task yesterday. The superior expressed disappointment to me. Suddenly I felt that I was not doing as well as others. I almost exposed my identity a few times, and I couldn't help wondering if I was still suitable for a job. But, When the country is still in danger, how can my generation live in peace? Everyone is wisely protecting my life, my old friend laughs at me stupidly, and forgets to die for my family and country. I am not sad at all, because I know, sir. Understand my perseverance. I have the world in my heart, sensuality, passion, hiding and commonplace. A nation without heroes is a sad nation. I dare not call myself a hero, but I would like to be a firefly and send in the dark A little light, so you don’t have to wait for the torch. With a husband, I have the confidence to survive in this hell."

"Sir, thank you for the comfort you sent yesterday. Of course I know that I am the best woman in the eyes of my husband."

"If your husband is free, please bring me ten silver dollars to visit my mother. She is old, and I can't accompany her by her side, and it is really unfilial. If the mother asks about the identity of the husband, the husband will say, you It is the one I can entrust with my life, so she must be at ease."

"Sir, I left a white cheongsam in the silk and satin shop in the north of the city. I sew it by myself in my spare time and put it in the third block on the counter. It is a gift for my husband. Thank you for your continued care. ."

"Sir, I saw a very beautiful puppy yesterday, curly-haired, raised by our commander's wife, very cute."

"Sir, of course you are also very cute."

"Mister is very cute, really."

"Sir, Kyoto has fallen. You must protect yourself, don't be killed by stray bullets, don't be bombed by planes, don't be killed by insurgents, you must live."

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

"Sir, I have been very worried about you recently, I miss you, and I miss you very much. I think, when this retreat is successful, I will go to you. I have been too tired in my life. I have been lost for a long time, and I will return. It will be my greatest honor to be able to spend half of my life with my husband."

"Sir, I will be on the battlefield for the last time, you have to take care."

"Mr. do not need to ask me when I will come back. I may never come back, maybe I will come back tomorrow."

"Sir, don't be too sad."

"Sir, please remember that you are the last rose in my barren land."

It was really a very romantic life. It was so romantic to Nanyang that she still clearly remembers every byte she knocked out on the radio.

I also remember that many years later, the troubled times were calm, sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, wearing the white cheongsam she gave to herself, and finally waiting for her to return from the smoke of gunpowder. The man was dressed in a dark green military uniform, with long curly hair draped over his shoulders, holding a large brimmed military hat in one hand and a bunch of candied haws in the other, as bright as the first blooming flowers.

She walked over, her long army boots knocking on the rustic wooden floor, solemn and solemn. She bent down, handed the candied haws to her hand, and then bowed her head, performing the most respectful military salute of her life.

Nan Yang was distracted, Qing Huan noticed, and quietly squeezed the back of her hand.

"What do you think?"

Nanyang earned from his memories, overlapping his thoughts with the society in front of him.

"The password is found, we can go out," Qing Huan took Nanyang's hand and walked outside with a smile, "Go, let's draw lots to see if we sleep in a box or sit in a hard seat."

Nan Yang curled her lips and held Qing Huan's hand.

In the process of leaving the secret room, she bent her index finger and beat the next Morse code rhythmically in the palm of Qinghuan.

Qing Huan felt Nan Yang keep tapping on the palm of her hand, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Nan Yang smiled lightly at her: "I'm knocking on a telegram."

Qing Huan smiled: "Really? Then...what did you knock?"

Nan Yang didn't speak, but just moved his gaze faintly, smiling at the bottom of his eyes, and looked at the door of the secret room that was slowly opened.

She squeezed Qing Huan's hand, and together with the answer that she just knocked down, she grabbed it into the cold palm of her hand——

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