No matter who you are, whether you have been kissed at this moment, or how you have traveled in your past life... the moment you set foot on the land of Shambhala, everything will disappear with the wind.
Now, the destination is very close.
The sky train followed several helicopters in front and sailed for nearly an hour in the vast gray fog that filled the field of vision. All radar navigation systems were turned off. Except for the roar of engines and propellers, the world was deathly silent.
Only the thick, silent fog was left that was constantly surging and rolling.
People were sitting in their respective positions, some with their eyes closed, and some looking at the sky outside the window, all quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.
Lin Sanjiu's attention was called back by a subtle voice.
"Sir, sir..."
She opened her eyes and looked around, and found that the thin young boy had approached Sibaan at some point. He was holding on to the back of the chair with one hand, and seemed a little nervous. His body was rigidly arched into a half-arch shape, and his lips were flushed.
It was as pale as the skin, making the acne scars on the cheeks even more red.
The blond man sitting opposite her lazily raised his eyes and said softly "Huh?". He seemed to be tired just now and took a nap like everyone else. At this time, his voice was still full of,
Hoarse sleepiness.
"Sir, um, I," as soon as the boy was enveloped in his gaze, his throat felt like a steel wire was wrapped around him, and his voice was so tight that it seemed as if it was about to break: "I... I want to ask you...
"
"What's up?"
"Well... we haven't turned on the radar now..."
"Yes," Siba'an smiled slightly, leaning back on the chair relaxedly and leisurely: "What's wrong?"
"Isn't this - isn't this weird?" This sentence suddenly broke through the boy's throat and blurted out: "We don't even know where we are or where we are going, and there is fog everywhere, how - how -"
When he said this, he subconsciously rolled his eyes and suddenly stopped talking. Everyone had been attracted to him just now, and now they all turned towards him one after another. On every face, there was a trace of...
With the same calm expression.
The boy's thinking reaction was not slow. Although his face suddenly turned ugly, he still hurriedly changed his words: "...How can we reach Shambhala?"
Even Lin Sanjiu could tell that this was probably not what he originally wanted to say.
"It's strange," his commander raised his hand to comb his blond hair and said with a smile, "Don't you sense the biological navigation in your body?"
"Biological navigation?"
"Where is Shambhala?" Siba'an asked suddenly. His eyes were still on the boy, but he was obviously not asking him; because as soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the sky train all shouted in unison.
Stretching out his arm - the boy glanced out of the corner of his eye, his expression was immediately shocked, and he staggered back a few steps.
One by one, the arms were densely packed and uniformly raised into the sky, pointing forward and to the right.
The boy pinched his back tightly, making his shoulders look narrower and his head look bigger. "I...I understand, I didn't pay attention just now..." A sudden thought appeared on his face.
Clearly frightened, he finally swallowed and glanced at Siba'an: "Sir, could it be that... you also have this biological navigation?"
"certainly."
The boy stood stunned for a few seconds as if he had been hit by a stick. When he was about to walk back, he was stopped again - "Sit next to me." Sibaan ordered softly,
"When we reach our destination in a while, you follow me closely."
He lowered his eyelids, sat down shivering, and secretly looked at his commander one after another, but he didn't know that all of it fell into Lin Sanjiu's eyes.
"What's your name?" Her words startled him. He shrank back, glanced at Sibaan first, saw him nodding, and then replied with caution: "
…My name is Mim.”
This boy named Mim seems to have great respect for Sparan.
Lin Sanjiu fell silent and observed him quietly for a while. The boy was young, with flat features and acne scars on his face. Only the light in his eyes was very lively. He tilted his head and thought for a while.
He whispered to Sibaan: "Sir, have you been to Shambhala?"
The blond man shook his head: "No."
"Then... why do you want to go to Shambhala so much?" Mim's voice was so low that even Lin Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan, who were sitting opposite, could only vaguely grasp the edges.
As soon as the boy finished speaking, Siba'an suddenly raised his head and looked at each other. They all saw a moment of confusion in each other's eyes.
By the way, why do they want to go to Shambhala so much?
Mim waited for a while, but saw that his commander was still frowning and did not answer. When he spoke again, there was even a pleading in his tone: "Sir, you...please think about it...where is that place? You
Can you tell me why everyone - I mean, why are we all so eager to go to Shambhala and not even return to the arsenal?"
Sibaan exhaled and buried his face in his hands; his blond hair fell down, penetrating the air like rays of sunlight, tracing the joints of his fingers with interlaced light and shadow.
Mim's next words came out in a shaky voice, full of sincere concern: "Are you...are you okay?"
Before Sibaan could respond, a hand suddenly fell on the boy's shoulder - a middle-aged woman wearing a security uniform, grabbed his clothes and pulled him up; just as she lowered her head,
Mim immediately struggled and twisted his neck hard, and veins protruded from the red skin: "What are you doing! I have been kissed, I have been kissed!"
There is simply no three hundred taels of silver here.
Lin Sanjiu stared at the two people struggling in front of her, feeling that the voice of the teacher she loved in her mind suddenly seemed louder; two completely opposite thoughts were tearing at her soul - "Let him go," when she
When she heard this shout, she realized that the voice actually came from her own mouth: "Let him go, there is no need to spread it!"
The middle-aged woman paused, turned to look at her, and never let go of her hand: "...Why?"
Lin Sanjiu stood up straight, staring at the two of them unblinkingly. Mim was still frightened, as if he still didn't dare to let go; he glanced at Lin Sanjiu from the corner of his eye, but turned his face to the other side, for fear that one of them would not be there. Be careful if someone touches your lips.
"Because Shambhala has arrived." She said slowly.
The gleam of light that had just ignited in Mim's eyes was immediately frozen by these words. When he slowly turned his neck a little stiffly, the hands on his shoulders suddenly loosened up - the middle-aged woman obviously also Feeling it, he rushed towards the window with such urgency that it even startled Mim; everyone in the sky train stood up and looked out the window one after another.
In the roaring wind caused by the helicopter, the gray mist flew away in circles, quickly revealing the pale and rugged earth underneath. The sky train followed the helicopter and fell down, with a "boom", and everyone was shaken by heavy tremors. They had to leave the ground; while gliding at high speed, they regained their balance and regained their balance, their eyes lit up.
People were crying, laughing, and shouting uncontrollably from the train. Even before Sibaan could say anything, members of the arsenal opened the door. The skylight and fog from the outside world suddenly poured into the door, and a cool feeling filled the air. Between the nose, it looks like pieces of broken ice floating in the water.
"Go, go!" Someone shouted in a trembling voice - it was an evolutionist. He didn't even wait for the people in the arsenal to back away from the door, but pushed him out of the door and rushed out impatiently; As soon as they went out, the people who had been docile and cooperative in the theater suddenly became furious. They stepped on each other's feet, pushed other people's backs, and rushed out of the door.
Lin Sanjiu's heart pounded in her chest, and the suddenly accelerated blood flow made her skin itch slightly. Even on her first date with the first love in her life, she had never been so excited. However, she had never been so excited before. She, Siba'an and Yu Yuan were the only ones among the group who did not move - not because they were unwilling to go out early, but because someone held their hands tightly in the chaos.
"Please," Mim begged in a low voice with panic in his eyes: "Sir, sir, think again, are you okay? Why are you here?"
He grabbed Sibaan's sleeve with one hand, and held Lin Sanjiu with the other.
Maybe he could see that once Lin Sanjiu left, it would be difficult for him to keep his superior. Therefore, Mim didn't dare to let go at all. He half-crouched on the ground, pressed his feet against the ground, and just begged over and over again. Said: "Sir, only five minutes, five minutes!"
Yu Yuan was not held back, but because Lin Sanjiu couldn't walk, he couldn't walk either; he looked very impatient, stamped his feet back and forth several times, and shouted: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you get away quickly?" He? Shambhala is outside, but we can't get out!"
While a few people were talking, all the people in the train had rumbled out and hurriedly disappeared into the thick gray fog outside. The fog was rolling outside, and it looked like a piece of boiling, bubbling water.
As soon as I walked in, I was almost immediately submerged in shadows, and only their cries and laughter still echoed.
"Wait for five more minutes, sir," Mim pulled Sibaan with all his strength - he looked like he could let go of Lin Sanjiu at any time and use all his strength to retain Sibaan. Lin Sanjiu only felt half of his soul
Anxiously, she wanted to rush out, but her other half screamed and refused to move. In conflict, she just stood there blankly, staring at where Mim had not moved.
"Listen," the boy almost cried, "there is no sound outside!"
The three of them looked stunned, and when they listened again, they found that there was indeed only a dead silence left in the mist.
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