Chapter 118 Change the Sky
The moon is cold. The stars are sad. Start to doubt
The romance and reality of the night is as cool as water.
The tears are accompanied by the dew of the autumn night.
The crickets in autumn accompany me forever.
Withered wind and barren grass, smell the desolation.
I want to cry, but I don't cry. I think people should be strong,
So he laughed, but he laughed so reluctantly.
Only then did I find that laughing at life is just a lie.
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On New Year's night, Liu Changchun's personal villa was brightly lit, and it was a long time since such a big dinner was held. Therefore, Liu Changchun also made special preparations for this dinner, including the hidden whistles and guards around the villa.
"Ah~~~! Lao Liu, I'm not late~~! Haha~~! I heard that you made some treasured Maotai tonight. Hey hey, such a good thing is not much now. I want to drink more.
After saying that, Li Huasheng did not care about Liu Changchun's reaction and walked into the villa.
Looking at his old friend who didn't know the solemnity at all, Liu Changchun shook his head with a smile. For many years, this old guy has not changed at all. He is careless and never cares about those red tape.
Gradually, all the guests arrived, and the banquet began. However, what Liu Changchun didn't know was that tonight, he didn't know how many people were planning the lives of these powerful bosses in this villa.
In the living room lobby, Qianyuan was still responsible for the security of the villa as usual. At this time, he had always been responsible for his duties. However, tonight, although he was no different from before, his face was still so serious and unsmiling, his erratic eyes kept sweeping at the banquet. Guests seem to be searching for something.
"Boss, General Qian, General Li, and those bigwigs are all here. When do you think we will take action?"
At this time, a T1 member, who was also responsible for banquet security, came to Qianyuan with a smile on his face, as if he was talking about something funny with Qianyuan. However, Qianyuan's expression was still serious. Looking at the banquet that had just begun, he whispered to the team members around him, "Wait, come to the banquet. **At that time, the vigilance of these old foxes was the weakest. At that time, we were sure to do it~~~!"
After listening to Qianyuan's words, the T1 team member still smiled and nodded in agreement. Although tonight's action can no longer be described as bold, this is an action that will easily drop his head. However, if it goes well, the day of success is just around the corner. Looking at the old foxes who were drinking at the meeting, the old foxes with different appearances, the smile on the team member's face was even worse. Then, he turned away and contacted other team members involved in the operation.
"Report~~~~!"
Looking at Xie Fei who rushed into the villa, Liu Qing was not unhappy at all and hurriedly said to him, "If you have something to say, those red tape have forgotten it, and now the big thing is the top priority. Say, what's going on in Kyoto?
Taking a few breaths, Xie Fei quickly listened to Liu Qing's words and said, "General, I just got a secret report from the Kyoto base that Qianyuan felt that they would take action while Liu Changchun held the New Year's Day dinner. Their action is tonight, and the exact time may be a few hours later."
"Hmm~~~! Well, Xie Fei, you have been with me for a long time. As a soldier, you should also have your own ideals, but I don't care about that matter, but soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers. The success or failure of this operation is crucial to our Shanghai base, for me, and for you. Moreover, can we If you can get more room for development in the future, it depends on tonight. Therefore, I think you are fully responsible for tonight's action and let Mr. Li Ziyun accompany you to deal with it just in case. Your goal is to force me to take control of the Kyoto base regardless of whether Qianyuan's action is successful or not. If Qianyuan's action is successful, that's fine. If Qianyuan's action is not successful, it will be a fierce battle. Although we take advantage of it and the soldiers' combat ability is very strong, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mistakes. Do you have the confidence to win this battle?
"Yes, general, I would like to make a military order, not to Kyoto, and I will not give up."
Hearing Liu Qing's eager and excited complaint, Xie Fei also followed ** surging and burning blood. Yes, as a soldier, who doesn't want to make contributions, not to mention that in this last year, it is the supreme honor of every soldier to be able to break the territory for the general. Excited, Xie Fei's neck turned red and shouted.
"Good~~! I really didn't see you. Xie Fei obeyed the order. I ordered you to lead all the troops of the Shanghai base and immediately go to the Kyoto base through the transmission array. When the operation of Qianyuan in Kyoto is completed, you should immediately occupy the Kyoto base from the inside. There must be no loss. After the incident, you are the first general of our base that I personally appointed~~!"
"General Xie~~!"
Now Xie Fei is much more mature than before. A year ago, he was just a new recruit, but now, when he came to the whole Shanghai base, he was also a high-powerful person. However, when he heard Liu Qing say that the soldiers of the whole base would participate in tonight's operation, Xie Fei couldn't help but worry that if the whole The soldiers of the sea base have left, so is this base an empty city? What if something happens during this period? Xie Fei, who was a little worried, still reminded Liu Qing:
"General, if the soldiers of the whole base participate in this operation, won't the Shanghai base be in a vacuum? What if something happens during this period, if~~~!"
"There is nothing if, there is no guy who dares to touch him at my Shanghai base. With my Shanghai base, so many magicians in the whole base help me, I want to see which short-sighted guy dares to invade the Shanghai base~~~!"
After saying that, Liu Qing's eyes were full of fierce light again, and his fighting spirit was high again. Tonight, it was destined to be a dark moon night with wind and rain, upside down the universe.
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The maple is stained with red dust, shrouded in light smoke, and the flying catkins are full of sadness. Xiaolai, who dyed the frost forest drunk, the red dust was broken, and the maple was left alone. What's wrong with crossing the world? Only ordinary, a few pages of the old story of the Wulings, a few petals of fragrant fragrance, the lead was washed away, and the cloud stream was scattered.
September is the season when the leaves fall. In the red season, osmanthus still adheres to its inherent fragrance. Outside the window, the flowers are blooming thickly, the fragrance is overflowing, and the breeze is coming slowly, and wisps of fragrant fragrance penetrate into the heart and caress the hair.
The singing platform is guarded by the railing, and the night is full of thick eyes, and it is also desolate and missed. In the red dust, the flowers turn over the butterfly dream, spread a plain paper, and the inkstone is fragrant. Looking outside the cold river, the grass is colored, and a few cold words floated. How can you bear it?
Lightly enlightening the moon screen window, a breeze brushed my heart, weak into petals falling to the ground silently, on a bright moonlit night, chanting thoughts into lingering poems, and lighting the moon to you in the distance, my love.
This is deliberately unheard, and I am willing to send it with the breeze. Drinking and talking about separation, sorrow around the eyebrows, the soul is more hurt, the microwave in the past, all kinds of worries and thoughts, undertake your sadness, relieve the hatred of parting, how can Ling cut lovesickness bear, temporarily send the dream to the sky, full of love to find each other again.
How much tenderness becomes a drunken dream, and how much pursuit becomes empty, only tears are red. How many times, looking from the window, the distant mountains are like Dai, and the clouds and smoke are vast; how many times, the wild geese have formed a line, but it is difficult to send love. I was afraid that there would be no title, and the tragedy of falling leaves would be staged, so I had to take the ancient charm and ink fragrance into my dream, hold Yi hands on the river bank, and be intoxicated with Haiwen style.
Looking into the distance, the cold green mountains are undulating. Whose ink fragrance once made clear whose eyes? Whose vision is blurred by the fragments of a curtain? A beautiful encounter can't draw a beautiful circle. Before the song is over, people have dispersed. Whose hair has rolled up the melancholy of September? Close your eyes and be speechless to the west wind. Let the petals fall off the branches, and the willows are gently raised, breaking the sadness on the ground!
The courtyard is cold and loses yesterday's elegant demeanor. In front of the fence, ** open, ** disabled, leisurely stretching loneliness. The quiet and distant Xiaoyin, like the wind blowing from ancient times, came with a trace of chill, bringing resentful thoughts to the quiet night, soft intestines and lovesickness. In a trance, I saw your blurred eyes, looking at the rain window, sad and lonely, tightly wrapped in your soul, two lines of tears, quietly falling down. Full of affection, I can only leave quiet whispers across the screen. Who has ever missed me, full of feelings can only be sent in the song, who can understand the dream and comfort the heart?
Who was it? A sad and clear sound came faintly from the window, waking up my dream? Looking up, in the peach blossom world, you are dressed in white, with slender hands and long hair. I quietly stared at the reincarnation of the distant heaven and sat by the window. Who, with the feeling of "handing the son and taking the old with him" and staring at the Hongchen Ferry? Who, with a long-cherished wish of the previous life, waiting bitterly in the flowing light and shadow, without makeup in the dream? A thousand years is like a dream, waving a hand, and the two ends of the world are like a world apart.
The past is vivid in my mind, and I can only remember it and can't be traced. It comes to my mind, and my thoughts are like a tide, like a big wave, hitting my heart. The west wind is tight, and the wind is in love. Whose flowers are red? The soft intestines are finally shadowless, and you can know that there are thousands of feelings? Singing three thousand prosperous places, how can I treasure the broken tenderness? The rest of the boundless rain soaked someone's sad eyes.
"The dust is like a dream, and several winds and rains are always uneven. Up to now, they have become smoke and clouds, like the spring breeze waving their sleeves, a faint fragrance, floating in the deep old dreams, the prosperity has fallen, and the whole life is haggard in the wind."
On that day, a crescent moon rose, stirred up a fine tinkling. I would like to hold a guqin in my heart, sitting alone in the secluded, the mountains and flowing water, and the lingering sound, popping up the tranquility and elegance of the soul, simplicity and indifference, playing the beauty and freshness of the peach blossom source, spreading the bits and pieces of the past as untouchable and sad beauty. The scenery. A wisp of green silk wrapped around the fingertips, stroking the piano for more than a thousand years, lovesickness becomes a cloud, half a piece of heart, soft intestines, treasured with Yi!