Are You OK

[Charlie Norman, engineer, not very good Chinese]

I believe my story can give some help to the subject.

One thing is guaranteed: the person you describe is indeed guilty.

Because I met him and his companions in Fuyang City, although they didn't reveal their real names until the end.I can even say that I have developed some friendships with them.

Oh, another annoying guy running a train with his mouth full, you might already think so.

In order to dispel your doubts, let me introduce myself first.

My name is Charlie and I come from Great Britain at the beginning of the 21st century.

I will always remember the summer when I graduated from university when I traveled to China with my friends.I was on my way back to the hotel when I was hit by a big truck, and I had just finished a nice day.

When I opened my eyes again, I could hardly recognize myself.

You can also remove "almost"-I, a blond Englishman, not only came to this illusory country, got up by a crooked street with a running carriage, and turned into a yellow with long black hair. people.

Not far away, a kind lady asked me something, but I couldn't understand her language or how to respond.The only Chinese sentence I have learned is "How are you" taught by the tour guide.

I was in a panic and was about to run yelling, but I was caught first.

It's like watching a post-modern movie. People all over the street screamed and ran.

Bang!Bang!Such a sound came from a distance, and then a large group of guys in ancient military uniforms riding horses, rushed from both ends of the street, converging in the middle, and staged a flesh and blood massacre in front of me.

Later-after I could understand a little Chinese-I realized that what happened was something that would be recorded in history.On that day, the traversers mentioned by the subject captured eight cities including Fuyang and turned them into the base camp of the pioneer group.

I think they should have reached some kind of agreement with the local aristocracy, and they were allowed to build roads and build arms in the city to accelerate the modernization process.The closed city wall became the Berlin Wall, and the submissive aborigines became second-class citizens.As for those who dared to resist, of course they were whipped to death in public.

What about me, you may ask.Before I figured it out, I became a construction worker.

I can't speak, and I can't understand other people's words, so I'm taken for granted as dementia.I was called to drink, move bricks, eat, and sleep every day.

I don’t know what kind of project I’m participating in. I only see the roads in the city being paved day by day, carriages that transport metal, fuel and wood come and go, and a few squares are built up in the city. Factory.It's ridiculous. What I thought was: "The architecture of this period in China really resembles the style of the 21st century."

The turning point occurred on an ordinary day.

I accidentally dropped my hand and hit the cover of my toe while moving the brick, and blurted out an swear word.

Everyone knows that swear words are always the best way to speak in their native language.

"Shit." I said.

The passing supervisor glanced at me.I quickly lowered my head and pretended to be hardworking, but he walked straight towards me.

The supervisor said: "What did you say?"

I can already understand him, but I still shook my head pretending not to understand.He asked again: "Don't pretend to be stupid, what are you talking about?"

I shook my head.

At this time I heard him ask: "Do you speak Chinese?"

I was so scared that I was almost incontinent.

On that day, I was taken into the office building of the pioneer team.They chose a traverser who had passed CET-6 to communicate with me.

Simply put, we signed a contract.

My university major is civil engineering.They need my technology to help them build an arms factory.And my condition is to let them support me to build a ship.

A sailing-class sailing ship.

If you are a traveler and feel lonely in this world, then imagine how I feel.I am facing the lonely square.

My hometown is infinitely far away.If I am destined not to go back, I want to at least see what Great Britain is like in this world and this era, and I want to chat with my ancestors in our mother tongue.

Although Daliang also has sturdy boats, it is only suitable for inland water wars, and the structure is far from reaching the sea.As a layman, I can only look up all the information I can find, and at the same time, rely on the visual impression brought from modern times to explore continuous improvement, which can be called a difficult task.

Since becoming the chief engineer, my status in the city has been significantly improved.The traverser gave me brand-new clothes and bought me a beautiful house. The girl in the pastry shop next door gave me a wink after hearing my name.You must know that this is the first time regardless of past and present.

Although the traversers showed a slight interest in my shipbuilding business—perhaps because they were associated with some history in that time and space—but for the foreseeable future, they did not need naval forces that could go to sea.What I do is a research project that is purely costly. Of course, I face tremendous pressure every day.

It was at this time that I met the two friends mentioned earlier.

I have no doubt that the Long Daxia martial arts mentioned by the subject is very high, otherwise it would never be possible to enter the city at that time.When they appeared in front of me, they claimed to be residents here and offered to enter the factory as workers, hoping that I could approve them.I approved it.As a former brick mover, I have compassion for the aboriginal people who have been enslaved.

The little man's name is Qian, and his tall and handsome friend called himself Ding at the time.

Soon, I discovered their special features.

Ding's strength is far greater than it looks. I saw him hold up the amount that others can carry in three times with one hand, and he walks leisurely.But later, when he understood the normal strength of ordinary people, he learned to hide this.

On the contrary, Qian did not have the power to bind the chicken, and Ding silently contracted all the work entrusted to him.Qian spends most of the time around the fan to send water, and spends the rest of the time walking around the factory, looking for someone to talk to.He always showed a special flattering look, but he was not annoying, and his eyes were like puppies.Later I learned an appropriate adjective: dog leg.

He is energetic, very active, and curious about the world of this traverser.Within a few days, he persuaded me to take them to see the ship I built.

"Oh my God, look!" He touched the sails affectionately and said to Ding (maybe not in this tone, I can't remember), "If this big guy can sail out to sea and trade with those small countries outside, What wealth can it bring us!"

His companion was obviously very upset.

Qian continued to say: "Seriously, look around us, even a small pen has such a market. As long as the products that are thousands of years later are reproduced one by one and sold everywhere, there will be endless..." His companion interrupted with a sullen face: "Go against the way of heaven."

My Chinese is not good, and I habitually pretend to be deaf and dumb.

When everyone speaks in front of me, they don't shy away.

Qian looked at me awkwardly and retorted in a low voice, "Even if the eldest brother can't understand the traversers, technology is innocent..."

Technology is innocent.He really sounds like a wise traverser.Unfortunately, there are too few such people.

Qian is an enthusiastic young man who often talks to me with gestures.

I can feel that Ding did not want money to get too close to me, but unexpectedly, when Qian did so, he did not object.Perhaps it is because my identity allows them to obtain useful information.

Due to the shortage of munitions, the factory was already being used when half of it was built.That part of the running assembly line is completely separated by a curtain, and ordinary people can't approach it, and can't see the scene inside.From time to time, the leader of the pioneering team will come to make a tour at night. At this time, all the assembly line workers will be invited away, and I am left with a few leaders.

The leader of the pioneer group is a kind-faced woman named Jiao Jiaoran.She gave orders most of the time, and only once, I saw the man in the legend of later generations behind her.

That's such a beautiful guy who is terrifying.Even if he didn't say a word the whole time, the air pressure around me was quite uncomfortable.If someone tells me that he issued the order to kill the city before retreating, I would not be surprised.

It took me a few years to learn that Jiao is only the CEO and that man is the shareholder behind it.

But at the time, all I could disclose to my friends was only the information I had learned.

After Ding learned that the leader was a woman, he was silent for a while.After thinking about it, he probably spent some effort to convince himself to kill the woman.

I suspect Qian does not know all of Ding's plans.He was reluctant to think about it, went shopping around, often came to my house for dinner, divided up the sweets (a kind of local sweets, I don't know the exact name) sent by neighboring girls, and teased my love affair.

One day he was lying on my deck, watching me work up and down, and asked: "Will you marry a wife?"

"What? Of course not!" I said, "I am destined to leave."

"How many years will you stay here?"

I slowly straightened up, looked up at the mast, and said, "I can't judge, because I don't know how to make the transformation to succeed. Maybe one year is enough, maybe not all my life."

"Have you ever thought of giving up?" he asked.

"I don't mind spending the rest of my life here. But at least, building this ship makes me feel like I'm on my way home."

Money looked thoughtful.

In the next few days, the atmosphere between him and Ding was very strange.I think they had some dispute, because a few days later, I accidentally heard Qian said to Ding in the factory: "They are not all bad guys...Big brother, you are really a very good big brother, righteous. But this time, you Listen to my advice, just stay here, we can live very well, even if... I can do business."

What he omitted was probably an extraordinarily wounding sentence, such as "Now that there are guns all over the floor, you heroes have finished playing and are about to starve to death".

Ding couldn't even hide his painful expression completely.He said: "Little Qian, do you think of me like this?"

Qian seemed to have made up his mind before saying: "We are in the river, and we are not going to go back..."

"This river shouldn't drown our compatriots!" Ding Hong said with eyes in his eyes.

With my Chinese level, I can't guess their dumb riddles.

But today, many years later, I will imagine Ding’s mood-when he witnessed his own era slowly ending, being brought to the end by a turbulent river; the world became strange in an instant, and all "kind" must be in "heterogeneous" "Being lonely and struggling to survive...what kind of mood does he stare at all of this?

After a long time, the two fell into a cold war.Money no longer swayed around, and just barely smiled when I saw me.He began to move his share of bricks staggeringly, until Ding Shi couldn't see it, and silently helped him.

This strange interaction continued until the money came to my house again.

"You look very unhappy lately. Come to have a drink in the small bar tomorrow night, call Shangding, you all."

"Okay," Qian said with a smile, "tomorrow night?"

"After Xu Shi, can I wait for me to get home from get off work?"

He asked: "Are you going to work overtime?" I hesitated and decided to trust him: "Yes, tomorrow is the day for the inspection by the leader. I have to accompany him." Qian blinked and didn't answer any more.

The next evening, I found him crying outside the factory alone.

"What's wrong with you? Where are you injured? Where is Ding?" I asked hurriedly.

Qian shook his head: "I just heard an old man with a waist injury said to his workers that they will be able to go home when the court recovers here. I remembered what you said on the boat...you all miss home..."

I was at a loss. I didn't expect him to cry by this: "Are you homesick too?"

He shook his head and relieved himself: "It's okay, there are always a few days of sentimentality a month." He suddenly asked, "Can you take me tonight? You know, I'm very curious about everything about the traverser. Big Brother Dante has been stopping him."

I agreed, but strangely, he didn't seem a little happy about it.

It would be nice if I could understand the struggle in his heart.But I just raised a vague doubt like an idiot, and secretly arranged two more accompanying guards.

So everything is too late.

At night, the money followed me closely, almost on my body.I smiled and asked him: "There is no need to be so nervous, right?"

"It's necessary." He said without thinking.

Jiao appeared, and brought a few passer-by men and guards.As soon as I met them, I opened the curtain that cut off half of the factory and took them to see the newly developed assembly line.

"This section needs to be assembled by hand..." I introduced, and suddenly felt the money behind me trembling slightly.

The suspicion in my heart became stronger and stronger. I turned my head and looked at him, but found that he did not dodge, but stared at me eagerly.

I pulled him aside: "What's the matter with you?"

He even held me back: "You must never leave me more than one step."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

He trembled and lowered his voice: "I only learned about his plan yesterday...You have guns, but he can't shoot them, so he wants to blow it up... and then grab it.

"Who? Ding?"

He nodded: "He has been waiting for this opportunity, I...I told him, but I regret it. I can't let him die, nor can I watch you die. If he sees me here, he won't start— —"

His voice hadn't landed yet, and a flower was in front of my eyes, as if a magician waved his cloak.

A figure flashed past me like a ghost, and I fixed my eyes to see that the money had disappeared.

I know that Ding has great strength, perhaps a martial arts master, but I can't imagine how powerful his martial arts is.Even with such an adult man carrying money, I swear he will be out of the curtain in the next second.I only heard Qian’s crying cry: "Big Brother!"

If the traverser is holding a sword, Ding has won a big victory.

Unfortunately, they are holding guns.

In my memory, everything was squeezed within five seconds.

In the first second, the flying curtain had not yet fallen, and there was a "bang" shot.

In the second second, I saw Ding Ling staggered, blood seeping out from behind.

In the third second, Qian yelled hoarsely, pounced on Ding at an incredible speed, and desperately blocked behind him.

In the fourth second, there were two more "bangs" gunshots.

Then in the fifth second, an explosion occurred.

My eyes were covered with white light, and my body flew like a feather. The steel, bricks, and air were stirred into a turbid vortex by the huge heat wave, and fluttered me out.

Then I lost consciousness.

Regrettably, the subject, my story ends here.

If I stayed awake at the time, I might be able to witness what happened next, just like when I first came into this world.

If I have witnessed the whole process, perhaps I can clearly answer your and my own question: Why would a man like Long Daxia, who sacrificed his life for his compatriots, choose to blow up the entire city?If he prepares to slaughter the city early in the morning, why should he choose when all the assembly line workers leave?

However, if I had not passed out at the time, maybe I would not be able to write this answer alive at this moment.

Because when I woke up-you would never believe it-I was wearing a blood-stained armor.

This armor protected me, making me mistaken for a soldier who died in battle, and escaped the next bullets and artillery.It wasn't until other officers and soldiers lifted my "corpse" that I suddenly woke up.

The bad news is that I have been deaf since then.The explosion was too close, I guess.

The good news is that I was mixed in the ranks of officers and soldiers until I found a chance to escape, and then I have lived till now.Just last month, my big ship was finally built, and it has successfully passed three short-range sailing tests.I plan to set off this year to go to the hometown that may exist.

I still can't think of who put on that armor for me that day.But recently, I finally gradually understood Qian’s tears.He had a foreboding that among me and the old man with a waist injury, at most only one could go home.There are countless people, countless people like the subject, who are no longer homeless.

In a chaotic era, the boundaries between good and evil are too blurred. Many times you make a choice that you think is correct, but it is likely that you just transfer the right of survival for one group of people to another group.

I have never seen Qian or Ding again. I don't know if they are still alive or if they have returned home.