One, two, three, four, two, three, four like song, green military camp taught me, sing the mountains and the ground, sing the flowers and the water is joyful, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, two, two, two, nothing, for the motherland, three, three, the soldiers of the three armies are suffering and joy, the world is home, hey, hey, hey, hey

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud the song of victory is, singing, our dear motherland has moved towards prosperity and strength from now on. Crossing the mountains, crossing the plains, crossing the rushing Yellow River, Yangtze River, and the vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown. The heroic people stand up. We are united, friendly and strong as steel

In the study, Li Lu closed his eyes slightly. Even at this moment, his sitting posture was still in a standard sitting posture, leaning against the back of the chair, and his thoughts returned to the distant 1988.

It was spring, March, and he appeared in 1988 in an incredible way. He caught up with the best and worst. In that era, everyone was extremely eager for democracy in their chests, everyone was extreme and blind, and the whole society was trapped in a kind of fanaticism. Only he knew that that kind of fanatical democracy would eventually push the entire country into the abyss of collapse.

Everything changed because of him, like a carriage running towards the abyss. He rushed forward and blocked the rolling wheels with his body, even though he was crushed and covered in bruises.

The ruthless history proved his correctness and verified his encounter.

When many Western countries were caught in the terrorist attacks of the new century, and when more and more countries were tortured by the pseudo-democracy they planted, people only found themselves living in heaven when they looked back at the state regime where they were often scolded.

Because there will be no terrorist attacks here that will cause hundreds of casualties, and it will not be in the capital; because there will be no traffic police here that will shoot people who violate traffic laws at will; because there will be no too many terrifying things here.

You can stand in front of the local government gate and fuck the mayor's mother without any damage, but if you stand in front of the US state or federal government, the guards will shoot you to death without hesitation.

Li Lu slowly raised a satisfied smile on his face. It was enough, he had done enough. At least, now, in order to crack the arrest fraud gang, the government did not hesitate to use diplomatic relations to communicate with many countries through a series of cumbersome procedures, and sent his own police to investigate the case across borders.

After all, this is a glorious era in which an ambassador for the safety of life of a foreign national would personally rush to the scene to put direct pressure on the authorities' police commander.

What other regrets

I'm sorry for the family, especially the newly born Little Revival. Before he could say something to his father, his father left forever.

But helpless, born in a special family, Xiao Fuxing's future life is destined to be different from ordinary people. He needs to bear more, and his efforts and rewards are eternally proportional.

Li Lu suddenly had a ridiculous idea, will he return to his own era when he left? In that completely parallel world, he is a major logistics officer. If he had the opportunity to go back, he would definitely not be as dying as before and wait for his career to be transferred. Maybe he would be ambitious and do something more.

Everything is possible, isn't it

In the yard outside the study, Director Jin stood there, looking at the sky with his head raised slightly. Minister Zheng sat on the side, lowered his head and smoked gulply. There were several guards around him like sculptures. At this time, you only realized that Director Jin was leaning on a crutch in his hand and his legs were injured.

It was eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky gradually became gray and the wind gradually became stronger.

It was going to rain. Director Jin looked at the sky and said.

Minister Zheng looked up and looked at Director Jin. Can death really solve the problem?

Director Jin slowly turned around, looked at Minister Zheng, waiting for him to speak, and he knew that Minister Zheng had some more details.

Li Mai, Li Hao, Minister Zheng said in a deep voice, even if Li Lu is dead, can the problem be solved?

Director Jin understands what Minister Zheng means. Li Lu has descendants, and he has outstanding descendants. Yes, if Li Lu dies, can the problem be completely solved?

Kill the Nine Clans

A big joke.

Yes, it is better to say it is rebirth than death. Director Jin sighed, but neither you nor I have the right to speak.

Minister Zheng was silent again, looked down at the ancient floor tiles, lit a cigarette and smoked it in a silence, his hands trembling a little.

Do what you should do and say what you should say. Lao Zheng, we should have a clear conscience. Director Jin said.

Minister Zheng shook his head slowly, I couldn't do it.

He stood up suddenly and looked at Director Jin. There must be a way. We can keep Li Lu alive. There must be a way.

Is there any way that Director Jin smiled bitterly and said, "I understand your mood. The shot he shot you wrong back then, and you also want to beat you wrong today. Do you know that I have a deeper relationship with him? I, Lao Jin, is not an insensitive person. If anyone of us doesn't want Li Lu to die, I am the first one. But then what, and you still don't understand, Li Lu has long been determined to die. Even if we let him go, do you think people like him will accept it?

Minister Zheng grabbed his head with both hands, his expression very painful.

After a long period of silence, the drizzle slowly drizzled in the sky, hazy.

An exquisite snowflake fell in front of Minister Zheng, and his gaze gradually became clearer. When he saw clearly, it was an exquisite snowflake.

Minister Zheng slowly raised his head and looked into the sky.

Director Jin slowly raised his head and looked into the sky.

Minister Zheng slowly stood up, with a shocked expression, and Director Jin had the same expression.

The drizzle fell with sparse snowflakes. Slowly, the drizzle was replaced by snowflakes, and the snowflakes gradually increased. They floated in the air with the breeze, shaking, falling on the roof, falling on the ground, and falling on the ground.

Minister Zheng and Director Jin looked at the snowflakes in the sky with dull expressions. They were wearing single clothes, but they could not feel a trace of coldness. Their eyes looked deep into the sky, gray, and snowflakes were falling.

Slowly, Minister Zheng and Director Jin looked at each other's eyes, and they both saw tears in each other's eyes. Perhaps they had no feelings or consciousness, and they were crying. Tears slid down their cheeks and dripped on the floor.

They looked down at the more and more snowflakes on the floor, but the snowflakes were slightly red, with a slight redness in white. They could even hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the floor, so faint, but extremely clear.

It doesn't matter what kind of snow it is.

What is important is
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