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The hearts of countless netizens were broken when they saw the back of the woman holding her son in the dark night.

I am used to the solemn and solemn style of CCTV programs, or the style of joy and excitement. This drama is simply a large tear gas bomb with mustard, which directly hits the eyes of netizens!

"Why do you have to sacrifice your children? Those who trek in the Gobi Desert just to let the next generation live a good life? Why?"

"When I get older, my heart is soft like a piece of tofu. I can't see the suffering of the elderly and children, and my heart trembles when I see that little blue face."

"Damn, damn, damn! As a mother, I can't take it anymore. Dog writer, dog director, this is poking my heart! I close my eyes now, all kinds of unexpected scenes, when Damn, I really can't see this!"

"When Huiru said that there were so many things that did not satisfy the child, a fierce man suddenly burst into tears at the bus station. He often travels, and often cannot be with the child. Sometimes he is with the child and looks at him. Unknowingly learned new skills that I don’t know at all, the kind of debt is really beyond words. Huiru is really strong, if it were me, I lost my child, maybe I would not have survived courage."

"Why is this? Can't it be good? Where are they wrong?!"

"Well, the most uncomfortable thing is that everyone in this play is right. I don't know if you have noticed, but there is not a single villain in this play. Is there something wrong with the child? He is only four or five years old, what is right? Everything is curious, when exploring this world. Is there anything wrong with Huiru? She also wants to spend more time with her children, but the constant tasks make her have no time at all. Is there something wrong with the base? Everyone is working hard for 596 , are making their own sacrifices for the independence and self-improvement of this country! Who is at fault? Gobi Desert? Gobi Desert is where no one is recruited, no one is wrong, no one is wrong, such a tragedy makes people We couldn't find a vent, so... we can only scold the screenwriter and director——Bastard, I'm blind from crying!"

"As a screenwriter, I would like to explain a few sentences for the author of this drama; according to professional standards, this paragraph is actually flawed. The most perfect way of expressing it is actually the one who drowns a child with no adults around him, and has nowhere to call for help. It is reflected in the picture. Now the way of handling it is probably because the author himself thinks it is cruel, so he just skipped the part of drowning and directly used the sadness of a woman to embody the theme. Although...it is still fucking heartbreaking!"

"My lady's blade toilet is already being assembled, and an extended blade is placed on the toilet seat. Just sit on it, and I'm sure his words will be broken into seven or eight knots!"

"Brothers scolded well, but I think we should be more calm. Have you ever thought about why we are so angry? It is because we feel that the sacrificed husband and son should live well. But the problem Yes, Project 596 really succeeded at the sacrifice of many, many people! Instead of being angry, we should remember these people who should have lived well but sacrificed for the cause of the country. I think this is what screenwriters and What the director really wants to express, if you think what I said is unreasonable, please go to the screenwriter and director of the blade, it has nothing to do with me."

"Bastard's screenwriter, bastard's director! Why did you write such a touching drama? Damn!"

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In the courtyard, Li Shixin, who buried his face under the big cattail fan, raised his brows when he heard two whispers coming from his ears.

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On the side, although she already knew the direction of the plot, and even experienced it several times during the rehearsal of the drama, when the plot entered the "Dark Night Pond", Zhao Jinzhi still had red eyes and tears fell down.

Wiping away the tears streaming down her lips with a handkerchief, she looked at Li Shixin beside her.

Seeing that the guy who was lifting the corpse didn't respond to his sobs at all, he picked up the tea bag next to him and threw it over.

"Brother, if you write something like this again, don't drag me into acting. You will be depressed!"

Facing Zhao Jinzhi's majesty, Xin Ye turned over and handed his ass over.

When Zhao Jinzhi was helpless, the plot of "321" on the tablet in her hand came to an end;

In the darkness.

The wife sat there holding the body of her son.

She softly hummed the nursery rhyme that she had sung countless times for her son when he was still an infant, as if she was coaxing him to sleep.

The two accompanying guards behind him were already sobbing.

In the gentle song, the chief came over accompanied by guards.

Seeing the state of the woman, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Comrade Huiru, please mourn."

"Chief, go back. I know what you are going to say. I have no demands on the organization, and I will not leave here. Don't bother me and think about it. After tonight, I will never have the chance to hold him again."

Hearing the woman's numb voice, the chief clenched his fists tightly.

After stabilizing his emotions for a while, he persuaded in a trembling voice: "Comrade Huiru, I can understand your mood. I just heard from the person in charge about your husband. For 596, you have paid enough Too much. Change the environment, it will be fair to you."

"Chief, my loved ones are here, where else can I go?"

"But you look like this, comrades don't worry."

"Chief, I will not seek short-sightedness. It is too simple to be willing to die for my loved ones. I have to live, no matter how difficult it is, I have to live. Lao Li gave everything he could, but he didn't see On the day when the project is completed. Thinking about it, he is still too young, and he may not understand why I took him to guard this piece of Gobi Desert. I have to live and give them an explanation."

What the woman said made the chief who had experienced battles and was used to seeing life and death speechless.

"The moon is bright, the wind is still. The leaves cover the window lattice, and the crickets are clanking, just like the sound of the strings."

While humming softly, the chief behind the woman silently raised his right hand to his eyebrows.

The back of the woman in the night, the tall and straight figure of the chief and the guards when saluting, gradually disappeared as the stage lights dimmed.

The sixth act has also officially entered the second half-the last part of the whole drama.

The days still go on.

The woman was still trekking in the vast desert with her colleagues, she worked even harder, but the smile on her face was hardly visible.

Time didn't seem to pass long, but her hair had already shown strands of silvery white.

In the office building of the surveying and mapping team.

"Comrade Huiru, the data in Area 3 has been sorted out."

"Okay, I'll do the math right away."

Hearing the colleague's report, the woman who buried her head on the desk documents raised her head and responded.

But just as she was picking up the documents handed over by her colleague, a burst of radio sound came from the loudspeaker outside.

"Comrades, after five years of arduous efforts by all the participants of Project 596, we have finally come to this day. Success or failure depends on one move! The first test explosion will be carried out at the No. 1 test site in ten minutes! Please wear goggles .”

Everyone froze when they heard the announcement coming through the window.

Only the woman calmly opened the drawer, picked up a pair of goggles inside, walked silently to the window, and aimed her gaze in the direction of No. 1 testing ground.

"finally,"

"Finally the day has come!"

In the emotion of several colleagues, people took out their goggles in a panic and gathered in front of the window in a mess.

During the broadcast, the countdown to the base came.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6"

In that decisive countdown sound, the world seemed to be quiet.

At this moment, all the lights on the stage were dimmed. Only one spotlight hit the woman.

She slowly took out a photo in her arms.

It was a weird, family portrait that was stitched together from a group photo of a man and a photo of a hundred days.

"Hui Ru."

"Mother!"

Two figures appeared beside the woman.

The tall figure was wearing a crisp white shirt with a brown wool vest over it. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, he smiled a little dumbly, and there were two dimples on his face.

The small figure was wearing a shabby khaki school uniform, and the clothes were covered with dust from mischief. He has a weird smile and two dimples on his face.

In the tears that goggles can't cover, the countdown is still going on.

"Three, two, one, detonate!"

A burst of bright light filled the stage.

The two figures disappeared into the gorgeous sun-like brilliance. There was only one left, standing alone by the window.

distance.

A towering mushroom cloud was born out of nowhere.

The story of "321" ends here.