red power

"Zhengzi! Get the grenade!" The thunderous roar made the ears buzz.

Bloody faces, thick smoke, corpses, roaring cannons, blood red, blood red everywhere!On the battlefield, the loess that had been crushed into powder by the guns dripped into the black blood, which was shocking...

Lu Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, the nightmare scene seemed to be still in front of him, he was panting heavily, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Blue sheets, blue ceiling, and a TV cabinet and a color TV facing the hospital bed. This is Los Angeles Hidseyne Hospital, the best private hospital for ophthalmology and brain in the United States, and the conditions are excellent. In China, some commodities that are in short supply still have to be supplied by ticket. In comparison, the United States is really like heaven.

Lu Zheng sighed softly in his heart. For more than a year, he often had such nightmares. Recently, the frequency of nightmares has gradually become less than before.

Today, perhaps because of jet lag, I just took a nap on the head of the bed, and I also had a nightmare.

On the side bed, Uncle Han Guoping was sitting and chatting with his mother. In fact, most of the time, it was the uncle who was talking about how inconvenient it was to go abroad. My mother just listened and occasionally responded. But the tone of command is always to tell the uncle to rest at ease and heal his wounds and so on.

It can be seen that there are many feelings between brothers and sisters.

In the hospital ward in Los Angeles, my mother's green military uniform and red collar badge are so bright and special. [

Uncle thinks he is better suited to his mother's character than he is. His eyes are covered with white gauze, and he has just had a pre-operative examination. At four o'clock this afternoon, he will enter the operating room.

"Xiao Jing, I'm really sorry that I want you to come to the territory of the US emperor." The uncle has been complaining and blaming himself. He didn't agree to come to the United States at first.

Their generation's perception of the United States cannot be changed overnight.

My mother's identity is very special. What's more, in Los Angeles, my mother's usual green military uniform with red collar badges is so bright that it makes Americans uneasy. This military uniform, which comes from the red world, was once a nightmare for American emperors.

After my uncle babbled for a long time, my mother finally said lightly: "It's not good to talk too much, you should rest."

The uncle smiled wryly, but stretched out his hand again, and said, "Zhengzi, is Zhengzi here?"

Lu Zheng hurriedly extended his hand to him and said, "Uncle, I'm here, don't worry, the operation in the afternoon will definitely go smoothly."

Han Hanping patted Lu Zheng's hand, grasped it tightly, and said with a sigh, "I, I'm not worried about my eyes, life and death are life and death, right?"

"Zhengzi, I've always thought that you might be the only man in the old Lu family... including your father, you don't have much courage!"

Lu Zheng felt a little embarrassed, and said, "Uncle, I don't know my father's mistakes, besides, my father is not what you said..."

Han Guoping just laughed, "Look, he's still from the Lu family, isn't he? After all, my uncle has a foreign surname, right?"

Lu Zheng coughed: "I didn't mean that."

Han Guoping laughed and said, "It's okay, what I said is not what you think." The smile gradually faded, and he turned to Han Jing and said, "Sister, you go out for a walk? You can't listen to what Zhengzi and I said."

If it was someone else, they would definitely ask curiously, why can't I, a mother, not listen?But Han Jing got up Shi Shiran and walked out.

Hearing the sound of the ward door and the sound of footsteps going away, Han Guoping sighed deeply and said, "Zhengzi, if my operation fails... (Just as Lu Zheng wanted to speak, he squeezed Lu Zheng's hand) you listen to me……"[

"If my operation fails, I don't worry about anyone. Your cousins ​​are very competitive, and your second uncle takes care of the big family. I don't worry. What I worry about most is your mother, my old sister. .”

"She's too strong, no, originally the head of the production management department of the General Logistics Department did a good job, but because she didn't agree to suspend the large aircraft project, she almost stood aside! If it weren't for the fact that there are quite a few uncles in the Military Commission who understand her and take pity on her Instead, she was transferred to such an important department of the Central Guard Corps, I am afraid that this time my sister will be completely frozen!"

Han Guoping sighed again as he spoke, and said in a heavy tone: "In the future, I see that there will be great turmoil in this world. At that time, I don't know if the Han family and the Lu family will become victims. Promise me, don't go there." It’s good to be safe and stable! When the future changes, it’s fine to accompany your mother to plow the fields, but don’t let her get hurt! Her temper can’t stand being splashed with dirty water!”

"You must promise me!" Lu Zheng's hand that Han Han held tightly.

Lu Zheng couldn't imagine that as an ordinary worker, his uncle could see so many things so thoroughly, and his worries would really become reality in the future.

It's just that now that there is an extra x factor of oneself, it should be possible to change in the future, right?

Lu Zheng patted Han Guoping's hand, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, uncle, I promise you, I will take good care of my mother! In the future, no one can hurt her!"

Blindfolded, Han Guoping heard more clearly the solemnity and faint domineering in Lu Zheng's words, he was slightly taken aback, this child is not simple.

But Han Guoping didn't say much, just shook Lu Zheng's hand and nodded silently.

……

In the small garden, Lu Zheng sat on a bench, admiring the colorful flowers blooming in bloom.

This is the small garden behind the ophthalmology ward building, the air is fresh, and Lu Zheng feels deeply that this private hospital with a history of one hundred years charges expensive fees, and at the same time, various services are also extremely perfect.

Several blond-haired and blue-eyed nurses in white clothes walked past the path in the lawn, which was really pleasing to the eye.

The uncle entered the operating room, and all he can do now is to pray for him and hope that his operation will be successful.

Seeing so much life and death, Lu Zheng's heart is sometimes harder than steel, but today, his heart is indescribably weak.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a whistle made of sub-shells. The golden shell was polished to a slight shine. Lu Zheng stroked it lightly, as if it had life.

It was given to him by Brother Liu, the deputy of the platoon, but Brother Liu had died heroically in the Battle of Nanshan.

I don't want to recall many tragic past events, but in this foreign country, I just occasionally saw the scene of the family members crying when the patient passed away, and some images flooded up like a tide, which was irresistible.

Slowly put his lips on the cold whistle, feeling a little tingling in his heart, scenes of the past flashed by before his eyes, he blew the whistle lightly, and the whistle made a slightly hoarse metal flute sound, just like his current The mood is the same low.

Lu Zheng sang silently: "Maybe I bid farewell and will never come back. Do you understand? Do you understand? Maybe I fall and will never get up again. Do you still have to wait forever?...Maybe my eyes can no longer Open it, do you understand my silent feelings? Maybe I will not wake up after a long sleep, do you believe that I have turned into a mountain?... If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained demeanor!" .

The hoarse but metallic whistle slowly stopped, and Lu Zheng also fell silent.

Where are the comrades who have passed away now?

I don't know how long it took, and a soft sigh came from the side: "Your whistle is very special, very beautiful, as if the soul is singing!"

The person who spoke was a small patient in a white and blue hospital gown sitting in a wheelchair a few steps away. He was not tall, his head was wrapped in white gauze, and he even wore sunglasses on his eyes. , about a little girl in her teens.

She spoke English, which was a bit blunt, probably not her mother tongue, but it was tender and very pleasant.In his previous life, Lu Zheng went to sea and sought knowledge by himself. He was proficient in two foreign languages, English and German, and could even carry on simple conversations in French. However, in this life, he didn't use it for a long time.

"White gauze bag" is the nickname Lu Zheng gave her. After staying in the army for a long time, Lu Zheng also has the bad habits of soldiers, such as loving to give people nicknames.

Yesterday, Bai Shabao and Lu Zheng ran into each other in the small garden, but she kept silent.When Lu Zheng blew the whistle, she listened silently. After Lu Zheng finished blowing the whistle, she turned the wheelchair and left quietly. Lu Zheng felt that this little girl seemed to be full of thoughts.

Hearing Bai Shabao talking to himself, Lu Zheng was a little surprised, shook his head and said, "What's so good about my singing?" The atmosphere today really feels a little bleak.

"I heard from Dr. Harris that you are from Red China?" Bai Shabao's tone was somewhat curious.

Lu Zheng hummed and said, "Yes."

"Your whistle is made of Zijia, right? Are you a soldier of Red China? Were you wounded in the war? Have you ever killed an enemy?"

Lu Zheng was silent for a while, and there was no need to explain that he was just here to visit a doctor, so he nodded lightly, and Bai Shabao seemed a little surprised.

After a long time, Lu Zheng asked: "Didn't it scare you?" The red world that makes the West tremble, and China is the most important member of the red world. Lu Zheng knows what Chinese people mean to Westerners, because of various misunderstandings In many cases, Chinese and Soviet soldiers from the red world represent lifeless war machines in the eyes of Westerners, representing terror and death.

Bai Shabao shook her head lightly and said, "I just think your whistle makes me want to cry. You have a lot on your mind, don't you?"

Lu Zheng didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "What about you, where are you from? What's wrong with you?"

Bai Shabao said: "I am a German, the Federal Republic of Germany, which is what you call West Germany."

Lu Zheng nodded slightly.

Bai Shabao said again: "I have a tumor in my brain, and I can't operate it. Dr. Harris said that I won't live until Christmas this year."

Lu Zheng was stunned, and looked at her in amazement. Hearing her serious tone, it seemed that she was not talking about her life and death at all. This little girl is too open-minded. Perhaps, when life is dying , people can really think about the meaning of this life. Life and death are just a short moment in the long river of the universe, so what's the point?

After a while, Lu Zheng said: "You can't say that. Now that science is advanced, the second generation of brain T-machines will be available soon. Maybe your illness is not so serious."

Bai Shabao said: "I know about myself, but thank you for your comfort. You know a lot of knowledge, but my cause is very simple, but there is no way to operate."

Lu Zheng knew that the t-scanner was only used to check the condition after all, and it didn't mean anything. It was more powerful for scanning the head.Looking at this little girl whose life has come to an end, Lu Zheng can't help thinking silently, what will he think when his life comes to an end?Power, wealth and honor are like passing clouds, and who are the people who can really be remembered by history?

The sympathy for the little girl gradually faded, so what if I lived for a few more decades?You and I may not have a wonderful world.Lu Zheng asked: "You often come to the small garden, what's on your mind?"

Bai Shabao nodded slightly, and said, "I'm here to think about things." Her tone was very serious, which didn't match her age.

Lu Zheng just laughed, and asked with great interest: "What are you thinking about?" I just think this little girl with a short lifespan is really interesting, and she is too young for an adult.

Bai Shabao said: "I'm thinking about the Nasdaq index and the Dow Jones index, using microeconomics to explain the functional relationship between market consumption and stocks."

Lu Zheng was stunned, what is this little bean sprouts talking about?Looking at the white gauze bag in surprise, he suddenly couldn't help laughing, and said, "You must be the richest man in the world in the future."

Bai Shabao could tell that Lu Zheng was joking, but he didn't feel annoyed, and said, "I won't live until next year."

Lu Zheng's smile slowly dissipated, and after a while, he said: "If you want to speculate in stocks and real estate, enter the Japanese market now. Starting from this year, the Japanese stock market will experience a crazy bull market, especially the telecommunications industry. There are hundreds of times the income."

Bai Shabao nodded slightly and said, "What you said is similar to what I thought."

Lu Zheng was stunned. The Japanese stock market plummeted by more than 2000 points the year before last, but this was the night before the dawn of the initial stage of the bubble economy. Many people believed that the Japanese stock market was the darkest period. Not many.This little girl should have an unusual background, right?After all, Japan's economic roller coaster ups and downs, behind it, can not be separated from the shadow of various mysterious consortiums.

Lu Zheng thought for a while and said: "Next year, the United States will definitely sign an agreement with your country and Japan to forcibly depreciate the dollar. I guess the Japanese yen will be the most affected, followed by the Mark. From now on, prepare to short the Japanese yen and If you enter the Japanese stock market and real estate market, after two or three years, it is no problem to get several times the income, this is just a conservative estimate, if the operation is good, it is very possible to get ten times or a hundred times."

Bai Shabao tilted her tightly wrapped little head, presumably looking at Lu Zheng seriously through the black glasses.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Don't you believe it?" As he was talking, he saw a few white men and women walking towards the north of the lawn. They were all young people in their twenties. The young white man walking in the front was tall, about two Meters tall, fat and strong, standing in front of people has a sense of oppression.

"Iris, why are you running out again? I've told you many times, don't talk to people of unknown origin." The white youth glanced at Lu Zheng vigilantly, and complained to Bai Shabao in a reproachful tone. Very fast speaking, German with a Bonn accent.

Bai Shabao said calmly: "He is a good man, a soldier from China, who was wounded on the battlefield, Karl, you are not as brave as him."

The white young man snorted, turned to Lu Zheng and said in English, "Chinese, don't harass my sister." Obviously, he has nothing to do with this sister.

Lu Zheng smiled, and said to Bai Shabao: "So your name is rs, the name sounds nice, the Greek goddess of the rainbow, in my country, the flower rs means the tail of an eagle with magical and beautiful feathers, I hope you In the future, you will also be like an eagle, traveling thousands of miles, don't be lifeless at a young age."

He said this in German, Bai Shabao and her brother looked at Lu Zheng with wide eyes in surprise.

The white youth suddenly asked, "Are you a spy? You approached my sister deliberately?" The fact that a soldier from Red China is proficient in German is unavoidably suspicious.

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "I'm worried that you are a spy and approached me on purpose."

"Carl, let's go." Bai Shabao turned his wheelchair.

Lu Zheng could also see that Bai Shabao's elder brother was irritable and irritable, he should be a son of a rich family and could not be provoked, and Bai Shabao knew his brother's temper and was ready to calm down.

Who knew that the young white man strode over, stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Zheng's neck, and said coldly, "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you dare to fight me?"

Lu Zheng didn't like to make trouble, and his natural self-confidence made him not as sensitive as domestic nationalists, but his eyes turned cold when he said this, and he reached out to grab the white young man's arm, and the vice gripped his wrist tightly. , Said slowly: "Freedom fight or revolver, I will accompany you." Slowly got up.

The white young man couldn't move his arm, his wrist was in severe pain, he was amazed at the opponent's strength, and he was furious, he suddenly stretched out his hand and punched Lu Zheng in the face, Lu Zheng's eyes were full of gold stars, he took two steps back, his anger rose, Seeing the young white man pounced on him again, he stretched out his hand, followed the same pattern, and grabbed the young white man's arm again, followed by a clean side fall, which threw the young white man to the ground hard. Lu Zheng held down his arm so that he could not move. He said coldly, "You're quite big and you're too face-to-face. Are you a pig among white people?"

The white young man blushed, but with a tall body, he looked like a little chicken in front of Lu Zheng. He was held down gently by Lu Zheng, and he couldn't struggle.

The companions of the young white man were stunned at first, and soon a strong man jumped up and hugged Lu Zheng from behind. This big bull-like strong man, with knotted muscles, had thick arms and big hands tightly wrapped around Lu Zheng's waist. He strangled fiercely, as if he wanted to strangle the thin young man in his arms into two pieces.

Lu Zheng snorted coldly, and knocked the back of his head hard. The strong man's face was sore immediately, blood dripped from his nose, and he couldn't help letting go of Lu Zheng's arms.

Lu Zheng turned around and kicked him so that he staggered and fell away.

The rest of the white youths rushed forward, and a melee broke out. Lu Zheng didn't know how many times he was punched and kicked. In the chaos, these people were knocked down one by one by Lu Zheng, until a woman screamed, but it was Bai Shabao was about to come over to try to persuade a fight, but it happened that Lu Zheng threw a Caucasian youth out of the wheel, and hit Baishabao's wheelchair. The young white woman next to her screamed loudly.

Lu Zheng's movements froze. Carl, who had just got up from the ground, ignored Lu Zheng. He rushed to pick up his sister, and ran to the hospital building quickly. All the young white men followed. A young white man turned his head and said fiercely to Lu Zheng. : "You are dead! You are dead!"

Lu Zheng received a few punches on the face, and the pain was burning, but he didn't feel it at all, and his mind was in a mess. The white gauze bag was originally a brain tumor, and if he fell like this again, why... (To be continued)