Without any precautions, I was pulled by my senior brother to join this 3S-level mission. This mission has no name, but I gave it a codename in my heart: Operation Silent.
The task of being unable to speak during the whole process is very rare even in the gossip stories told by Fingel. Being able to make such a big move usually means a big thing.
A big, big thing.
In order to ensure that I will not be bored because I have nothing to say, and to make it easier to write materials later, I will go through what happened that day in my mind every night before going to bed. It is a diary that will not be seen by anyone.
After having a hasty meal of Shaxian at noon, we rode in the car until evening. The driver, Li Peng, was a senior I met in the archives. I heard that he was also a graduate of Kassel College. He must have a good brain.
He is very proficient in sign language. He can drive with one hand and communicate with us in the back seat in sign language with the other hand.
His sign language gestures were very fast, and my senior brother could barely keep up with his rhythm, but I couldn't. I could only compare them one by one with the sign language guide placed in the car, hoping to keep up with the other person's hand speed.
I never knew that Brother Li was such a talkative guy. He was very silent when working. He always had a cigarette in his mouth, but never smoked it. According to him, there should be no open flames in the archives, and his original habit of smoking was also
Just quit.
Brother Li drove for three hours. We rested for a while in a service area, and then the senior brother drove. I took the file and sat in the back seat to "chat" with Brother Li.
It may not be accurate to say that it is chatting, but it is more similar to the teaching of sign language. In the silence, Brother Li's hands kept changing postures, and I needed to find the corresponding words from the sign language guide.
This kind of teaching exhausted me, and it soon turned into Brother Li's personal show. His hand shapes were changing, and he seemed to be telling me a story, but I couldn't quite understand it, and could only read a few fragments of it.
, but I can see a little pride on this middle-aged man’s face, he must be bragging.
Brother Li is a silent person, and silent people always have some good stories in their hearts. Maybe Brother Li also had the dream of being a writer back then, but as time went by, he finally became an archivist.
We bought instant noodles and grilled sausages at the next service area and had a hasty meal. Since he couldn't speak, the senior brother was very quiet the whole time when he went to buy instant noodles, but the aunt who was selling things still talked to her frequently and ended up asking for trouble.
The ground stopped talking.
Senior brother has a charm that makes people want to find out. The female classmates in junior high school once discussed senior brother. What those little girls wanted to do most was to lie on the bed with senior brother and count his eyelashes.
But when you get to know this guy deeply, you will find that behind this guy is a middle-class heart. He will expressly hold fruits to express condolences to the new students, and he will also hold the samurai sword that can drink water.
Strike a cool pose after killing the enemy.
He is so handsome that you ignore the submachine gun in his hand.
The senior brother is carrying a golf bag. According to what I know about him, it should contain the samurai sword named Murasame, a micro submachine gun, and two or three grenades.
Sometimes life is like this, you can never tell whether the sword master on the opposite side will suddenly take out a micro punch and shoot you into a sieve.
I drove the car for the last three hours. In fact, I haven't passed my internship period yet, and I only learned to drive in the last semester. Fortunately, the road was relatively straight, and nothing happened along the way.
Now I am lying on the backrest of the car, counting the eyelashes of the senior brother next to me. This first day has passed like this.
July 12, Yin:
Today is the third day of the mission. My spirit has become a little tired. The surrounding scenery becomes flat as we move forward, which reminds me of the fact that the geography teacher told us that Minzhou is mountainous.
Nowadays, the common hills in the southeast have disappeared. Outside the window is an unknown river, with some blocky fields on both sides of the river. I am a native city dweller and know nothing about the crops below or what they grow.
It's rice or wheat, it's peach or plum.
Brother Li next to me still looks so energetic. Under his supervision, my sign language has improved rapidly. I have gone from knowing nothing at the beginning to being able to roughly understand what Brother Li is talking about.
I never knew this person could speak so well. His extremely fast sign language combined with flashcards even allowed Brother Li to chat with his senior brother in sign language while playing cards with me.
This dual-tasking talent is truly enviable.
Although I am not allowed to speak or write during this mission, I can listen to songs. The senior brother now has a collection of Yunnan folk songs that he bought from the previous service area. The lyrics in it are very bold. It can only be said that the people like this kind of art.
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According to the road signs above, we should have crossed the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River and arrived in northern China. The Guangdong and Guangxi areas a little further south of Minzhou call all places north than them the north. However, the people I met are from everywhere.
It has always been bounded by the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River.
Thinking about it carefully, my family is not actually from Minzhou. There are people from all over the family home where I grew up, but I only remember the Khrushchev Building. It was only a long time later that I found out that the people from Minzhou
People don’t eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
Now after three days and two nights, we have not encountered any danger, but the senior brother's expression has become more and more serious. He told me in sign language that the closer we get to Peiping, the more dangerous we will be.
In this tense atmosphere, I didn't have any sense of urgency. I don't know whether it was because the things I had experienced before were too exaggerated, or because Brother Li beside me was chattering incessantly, which was annoying.
Brother Li is probably the most eloquent person I have ever met, except of course Uncle De, who is not a human at all, otherwise Brother Li would only be ranked second.
It has to be said that Brother Li is indeed well-informed. In just a moment, he has already talked about the cultivation of summer wheat and the history of North China. Now he is talking about the impact of previous wars on North China in modern history.
There is a child in every man's heart, so the child in Brother Li must be a very noisy guy.
I looked at the distant river. In two days, this mission will be over, but according to my experience, this mission may not be that simple.
Sure enough, when our vehicle entered a provincial highway in the middle of Hebei Province, only one step away from Peiping, the vehicle vibrated abnormally. After a harsh collision, the drive shaft under the vehicle broke into two sections.
I was caught by Brother Li and thrown out of the car while I was dizzy. But in the haze, Brother Li's face seemed to have undergone some changes and became like...