The solar system is broken

The distance from Youzhou to Hequ is not very far, about 200km.

The special train traveled from the industrial area to Hequ with stops and starts for nearly a day. The writer lay on the chair with a tired face, looking at Shahe and itching his teeth.

There were a lot of people in the carriage, maybe dozens of them. They all had military ranks on their shoulders, but they were just ordinary soldiers.

They sat scattered in the car, drinking Coca-Cola. As an army member, Huoshan strictly prohibited alcohol, so they didn't dare to play around.

These soldiers surrounded a group of girls who came to condolences the performance, and laughed.

Although they were stained with some mud and sweat, they still gained the favor of these girls.

Everyone knows that no one's wife in the world is more trustworthy than a miner's wife, and that is the soldier who is going to the battlefield.

The writer rubbed his brows. He regretted providing drinks to these soldiers because they were too noisy.

"Alas!" The writer glanced at the sunset, which was slowly crossing the sand river.

The Shahe River is very fast. The railway company drove piles several times in this section, but they were all washed away by the Shahe River.

They used caisson-type piling, but still failed due to lack of technical limitations.

You can only use ferries to ferry train cars across the Shahe River.

The result is that many times the ferry runs aground and needs to be pushed.

Fortunately, the Mining Bureau cooperated with the army on this trip, and some soldiers were accompanying us, so we were not afraid of being stranded.

"Huh~" The train departed at noon. The train traveled for 3 hours and soaked in the water for an hour.

The sun was almost setting before the train was reassembled.

"Woo~"

The train opened the brake valve, the steam boiler slowly turned white, and the train slowly moved forward.

The shadow slowly moved across the writer's face, completely covering his nose.

The writer's new job actually mentioned mining, but it was a bit dangerous for him to go mining in enemy-occupied areas.

The approximate itinerary is to get off the bus at Huicheng, take the exploration team, and go west from Huicheng, past the Gaocheng Observatory, and south to Linpu, a small place, where mining will begin.

Construction of the railway from Hequ to Huicheng has begun.

For a distance of more than 100 kilometers, four sections are under construction at the same time. About 2 kilometers can be built in one day, which means that it can be built to Huicheng in two months.

At that time, the smelted rough products will be transported from Linpu, passing through Heshuidong to Huicheng.

And this truck of equipment is also taking this route, going upstream.

People and equipment act separately.

Therefore, the writer and the entire exploration team will be walking alone in enemy territory.

"Damn Dora!" The writer frowned, filled with resentment.

"Oooh~"

"Oooh~"

In the small carriage, young men and women indulged themselves, Coca-Cola was splashing.

Shadows of people were moving in the sunset. The girls performing the condolences were all in their prime, and they were enjoying the feeling of being needed.

The writer rested his chin on his right hand and looked at the sparkling sand river absentmindedly.

He is a little worried about his future. Mining seems to be good, and he also has a so-called staff title, but he is still a marginal role.

People can kick it away if they want, and there is no possibility of independence at all.

Moss?Hoshan?

Hawk? Dove!

None of it is what the writer wants. There is no end in this collapsed world.

As a game, he seems to have no mission.

Destiny is like sand in a river, brought and taken away by nameless karma.

Perhaps, it’s time to start thinking about how to become a person who takes charge of yourself.

My heart is very confused.

The carriage is very noisy.

Men and women caressed each other.

The writer thought of a person, Ding Ling.

To be precise, she is Ding Ling's daughter, a woman who inherited Ding Ling's name.

It was a dusky evening.

The writer leaned on the Chinese watch on the theater square and looked at the dial in his hand boredly.

A cold young man stared at him. There was a watch in his eyes, and there was a cold young man in the watch...

Sorry, I got distracted again.

Wait, this word again? The writer feels it is very familiar, but he can’t remember when it happened.

Just when the writer was entangled in time and space dislocation, a woman woke him up.

"Are you really here?"

Breathing out like a blue, she was wearing a black gauze skirt and covering her face with a scarf.

It's Ding Ling.

"Tell me what's going on?" The writer put away his watch and raised his face.

"Ale~" His right hand was pressed on the Chinese watch behind the writer, and the two dumplings were gently pressed against the writer's chest.

The writer shrank his neck and stared up at this woman.

"Tell me something!"

After Chuan Yuan’s training, the writer’s immunity is maxed out. Can this thing still deal with me?

"You're very nervous~" He gently pressed his left hand on the writer's ribs.

"..."

"So I brought a gun." The writer said expressionlessly.

His hand unconsciously pressed the cane in his hand, and he could pull out the gun with just a slight push and twist.

"Ale~Ale~" Ding Ling's face was very close to the ground. "You can't be lewd~"

"..."

Although it is very distressing (enjoyment), don't be impulsive.

"Bang!" The cane fell to the ground gently.

"If you've had enough fun, you can get down to business~"

Ding Ling felt something very hard pushing against his lower abdomen.

If it were unexpected, it would be the pistol pointed at her.

"Al~" Ding Ling pushed lightly and raised his hands carelessly.

She was extremely calm about the man's gun.

People in the square cast surprised glances at this beautiful pair of men and women.

"Grandpa, his gun is different from yours..."

"Shut up!"

"Children are ignorant~" he apologized with an awkward smile.

…

Although it is said that guns are not prohibited in Youzhou, not everyone can carry a gun and gallop across the world.

In this case, the police will ask you to have tea.

"Sweetheart, you are very irritable~ You will hurt me~"

Ding Ling's tongue gently passed over the red lips, and his voice was still very soft and soft.

Just like a young couple having a falling out.

Everyone also said they knew how to play and dispersed.

…

Ding Ling said in a deep voice, "Don't use your gun here, it will cause trouble."

This is the city center and security is extremely high.

Since the last Huoshan incident, the entire city center has been extremely sensitive to the presence of guns.

The writer's arrest is probably to attract the police.

But to the writer, it doesn’t matter. Isn’t it reasonable for people in his army to suspect that this lady has contraband on her person?

Didn't pay attention to Ding Ling's reminder.

"Tell me~"

The writer put down one gun and raised the other.

"Why don't you go in and have a rest?"

No, pick up the cane.

According to the behavior just now, the writer understands it as an invasion, plus the use of force to detect it.

Don't look at her inappropriate way of sticking up to you, but once she touched him, the writer's situation became clear at once.

If there were weapons, they would have been exposed long ago.

The writer finally couldn't hold it back and drew his gun.

"Moss is looking for you?"

Moss has narrow eyes.

At that time, Moss named the writer but did not explain the purpose of searching for Ding Ling's remains.

Now that Ding Ling suddenly mentioned Moss's name, it was a bit interesting.

"Does it have anything to do with what you said?"

"Yes~" He took off the curtain, and his pink and white face looked beautiful in the sunset.

The light is perfect, the angle is perfect, the characters are perfect...

A feeling of being in love.

It's a pity that the audience is not perfect.

The writer is very vigilant. This person is constantly operating and must not have good intentions.

"He asked me to serve as a staff officer in the army!" He looked closely at him.

Don't miss any small detail.

"You are asked to go to Shang Kingdom to find Ding Ling?"

"Well, it's just skeletons~"

"Huh!" A sneer.

The dim yellow light illuminated this handsome face, making it even more glamorous.

The coldest breath came out of her nostrils.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" From the looks of it, this Moss probably has something to do with it too.

"He is my father!"

The words are astonishing.

The writer's mind is a little confused.

According to previous information, Ding Ling became the wife of King Shang and was then abandoned.

During the process of regicide, he was taken to Xibi.

If this Ding Ling is the child of that Ding Ling, he must be the child of King Shang or Ziwei.

How did he become Moss's child?

"Ethical epic drama?"

Moss knew from hearing this name that he was a Westerner.

A white man and a yellow man give birth to a yellow man without any white characteristics.

Is Moss's hat too green?

Has the law of free association failed, or has DNA rebelled? Can mutation be controlled?

"You don't need to inquire about my affairs," Ding Ling reminded him with a cold face after seeing the writer's vivid thoughts.

It seems that she is not very enthusiastic at all times~

"So what do you mean by looking for me?"

"You don't mean anything else?" Ding Ling shook his head, looked around solemnly, "I'm reminding you, don't go."

"Don't want to go?"

"Your life will be in danger~" Ding Ling gave an evil smile.

"Life-threatening?"

Digging up a body and risking being killed?

Is there a big shot coming in? Or is this Ding Ling a big shot in his own right?

"If nothing else happens, you won't find my mother's bones~"

"reason?"

“That’s it!”

Ding Ling hugged his belly.

The wind blew gently on the writer's face, which made it feel a little cold.

A kind reminder? Or a simple prank, or just an accident?

don't know?

The police came anyway.

But my identity as a writer is very useful, so I asked a few questions.

The police no longer disturbed the officer's pre-war indulgence.

"It's best to go in and sit, it will save a lot of trouble~"

Hearing Ding Ling speak so seriously, the writer felt guilty.

After all, he didn't leave directly and went to watch a boring circus show with Ding Ling on his arm.

When Frank Young, the master of gossip, appeared on the stage dressed in white, the whole theater was excited.

The girls screamed and threw the flowers in their hands onto the stage.

This magician is very handsome.

He looks very much like the male protagonist of the anime, but is a little more feminine than the author.

You can imagine how charming he is~

The performance is very simple, with muskets and pellets in the mouth.

When the props were on display, a strong man raised his musket and fired a shot at the target on the stage.

The iron pellets hit the paper target until pieces flew away.