Smack
The professor raised his pacemaker high and glanced at the heart monitor next to him. There was still a straight line on it and it fell down again.
Smack
The entire body of the Han soldier jumped up again, falling down, extremely stiff
Smack
The professor wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he didn't hear the Korean worker crying and scolding in the alarm system.
Twenty minutes have passed, and there have been at least more than a hundred electric shocks, but the Korean soldiers still have no reaction at all.
Smack
The professor didn't even look at it, as if the worker working hard on the assembly line had another electric shock, and the Han soldier's chest was charred.
completion
The professor's eyes turned black and he sat down
Several assistants came over to say something to him, but he didn't hear a word. The alarm system was now replaced by a majestic voice conveying some commands to it, and he didn't know.
The only thing he knows now is that he is finished. He will never be able to enter this operating room, enter this underground base, or even this ten-year factory
He slowly unbuttoned his clothes piece by piece, took off his white coat, and perhaps waiting for him was endless review, blame, and even labor.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Where are the kids crying?
Why is there a child crying in my ear?
It's so funny. In such a closely guarded military base, there will be children crying. I must be feeling the illusion caused by too much pressure.
While thinking, the professor looked around and stood up. He must figure out this problem.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Everyone is looking around, everyone is wondering
Mom, mom, I hurt, Bingbing hurts. That voice is hoarse, melancholy, but it is a bit tender, but it has a bit of the style of the male protagonist in Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas.
The scene was as quiet as a pond of stagnant water. Except for the sound of beeping and beeping from some instruments from time to time, it was the sound of hissing and cooling air coming from everyone's mouth.
Live, live, number seven live
Bingbing, Bingbing, my Bingbing is back
The silence was broken by the ecstatic professor and the Korean worker who was far ahead of the monitor in the 9th Branch Factory, who was far ahead of him, and big tears dripped from the Korean worker's crow's feet. How long has it been? How long has it been for this day? Nine years or ten years. He dreamed countless times at midnight at more than 30,000 nights, soaked pillow towels, but he couldn't tell it, because he knew that the pain in the heart of the people around him was far greater than that of him; how many times he had a deep hatred for facing the murderer who hurt his son, but he had to beg with a smile, hoping that he would have a flash of inspiration to create a wonderful recipe for his son to escape from the animal path and reincarnation.
Whenever he saw his unpopular son, he wanted to take out a weapon from the laboratory to let him get rid of the pain forever, but how could he do it? It was the crystallization of himself and his own love, the life condensed by his flesh and blood and her flesh!
When he saw his heartbeat stop, in addition to his pain, he felt more likely to be relaxed. The crying of losing his composure was half an emotional vent, and the other half was even more a performance. A performance that was about to die was over. The nightmare was finally over. He took the wet towel handed over from behind, wiped his face, and stood up amid the congratulations of Korean workers. Only then did he realize that his feet were weak, and he was very happy and sad, and it was indeed not good for his body. The ancients did not deceive me. His mind was covered in mud, and such an inexplicable word came out.
Bingbing, Bingbing, I'm my God! Han Bing tilted his head and looked at a middle-aged woman more than ten meters away from him. He didn't believe that she was her mother, that young and beautiful mother
Dad, he threw himself into the arms of the Korean worker, and although his huge body could no longer accommodate him, he asked: Dad, when did you change me to another mother?
The Korean worker smiled bitterly, touched his son's head and said: Bingbing, that's your mother, who gave birth to you and raised you!
Bingbing raised his head, looked at his father carefully, then looked at his mother carefully and said: No, no, dad, you lied to me, my mother is so beautiful, I remember that my mother has very long hair, black and bright, her face is full of garden, curved eyebrows, and her red face makes her smile with two dimples...
My mother also likes to wear red clothes. My mother likes to wear the red dress. Every time I celebrate my birthday, my mother wears that red dress and takes me to my grandmother’s house to play because my father must work overtime again. Aunt Zhang followed him and whimpered while saying that this was an article written by her son before the accident. The name was "My Mom". She watched it many times after he had an accident, and she cried every time she read it.
Hey, how do you know? Have you read my article? The Han Bing's head tilted again
Son, my son, Aunt Zhang rushed up, hugged the pillar tightly, and howled loudly. After so many years of hard work, I finally got through it.
Okay, OK, Bingbing, everyone should be happy, why are you crying? The Korean worker looked at the factory leader who rushed over after hearing the news, and felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was almost fifty and still cried so hard
It should be, it should be true to express my true feelings! The factory leader came over to shake hands with him. He stood beside him and watched the family cry. Finally, they finally stopped.
Let's go, let's go, I've ordered the food. Get in the car and go to Jiangnan to celebrate. The secretary on the side seized the opportunity and said
Ah, factory director... The professor saw that he was about to leave, and after he came to his senses, he caught up and said
Professor, don't go, it's inconvenient, inconvenient. Seeing that the professor is so ignorant, the factory director pushed him away and said
No, this number seven needs to be checked... Pa The professor was beaten aside by Aunt Zhang in the middle of his speech.
Check your head. Aunt Zhang saw that her son was fine and she was in a good mood. She was too lazy to argue with him. She cursed and protected her son into the car
The factory manager waved his hand and the car started immediately, thinking: Isn’t this professor looking for a fight? His son was not cured before, so he asked you to treat him or not. Now that he is good, he will not recover the cost.
The professor stood blankly, holding his face, and muttered to himself: Didn’t this Korean soldier sink to the depths of the sea of consciousness of No. 7? Why did it appear again? The false appearance must be a false appearance disguised.
Mom, I want to eat wontons. Han Bing leaned against Aunt Zhang tightly and said in the gap between Aunt Zhang's jokes when he was a child.
Well, OK, touching my son's head that was habitually tilted on her shoulders, and agreed to
It's really my son. It's the same as when I was a child. When I have doubts, I have to tilt my head and think, knowing that my family has no money, I only want to eat wontons when I am sick, and tears fall unconsciously
Bingbing, my Bingbing hugged Han Bing heavily in his hand and said: Mom, take you there
I want to eat what Dad He cooked
Well, OK, Dad He cooked it at this moment, Aunt Zhang promised everything to that baby son
Mom, mom, hurry up. The Korean soldiers were jumping in front, and Aunt Zhang followed closely behind, and from time to time, she was happy and greeted her acquaintances constantly:
Yes, yes, my son is ready
Smart and smart
Thank you very much for your blessing, my son is fine
Master Liu, thank you for the list you gave me last year. My Bingbing is ready
Grandma Zhang, the magic tea that your family sent to Nanyue last time is really good. My baby has helped the tea leaves, it's all good.
Mom, after I arrived, the Han soldiers were stunned
On the familiar stall, an old man who was obviously much younger than He's father was busy, and a tall girl in a plain school uniform was cleaning up the dishes. When he saw the customer coming, he didn't raise his head and asked casually: What should I eat? Rice noodles, noodles, wontons, dumplings, and fried dough sticks are all there.
Big sister, I want a bowl of wontons, no, two bowls of wontons. Han Bing found Zhang Shizi and sat down carefully and said that he had already broken two at the Jiangnanchun Hotel at noon today, so he had to be careful.
OK... The girl agreed, looked up and saw the Korean soldiers clearly, and was stunned
OK, the old man agreed, looked back and was stunned
Boss He, the business is good. Aunt Zhang also followed him and stared at the dazed girl hatefully and said
Fortunately, the old man answered repeatedly
Where is Dad He? Why didn’t Dad He come today? Han Bing asked strangely, this stall is obviously Dad He’s, why didn’t he see Dad He? Did this old man snatch the stall?
Why does my mother still call this old man? Boss He? It's strange
Dad He, passed away, the old man said
He's father passed away, my mother just told me that my grandmother passed away, and where is it? Why are everyone dead? Han Bing asked in confusion
Aunt Zhang bit her mouth and said after a while: Death is to go to a very far place. Those who have gone can never come back. It looks like they are sleeping, but they can never get up after falling asleep.
Oh, Han Bing nodded and asked: How long do they need to sleep? Mom, didn’t you say I slept for ten years before I woke up? Are they sleeping longer than me?
Aunt Zhang nodded and said: Yes, it's still long
The girl next to her could no longer hold it back, covered her mouth and sobbed: Dad, I'm going to class, and ran while crying.
When Boss He saw that she had not taken her schoolbag yet, he chased and shouted: He Ling, He Ling, you haven't taken your schoolbag yet. That girl didn't hear that, and she didn't stop.
He Ling? Han Bing tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: My former seatmate was He Ling. In the past, we went to pick mulberry leaves near the factory every day after school. Mom, can you take me to school later? I want to see her, and I ask her to help me tutor my homework. Every time I was sick and didn’t go to class, she would help me tutor my homework.
Aunt Zhang looked at Boss He, and Boss He lowered his head guiltily
Aunt Zhang didn't say anything and didn't say much, so she asked: Boss He, we want two wontons.
Uh-huh
Boss He hurriedly uncovered the lid of the pot, grabbed a few handfuls of wontons, threw them away without counting them, and then took two large bowls from under the table, sprinkled green onion, poured soy sauce, put salt, and scoop oil.
Han Bing looked at it and shook his head, saying to his mother: Mom, the wontons here must not be delicious, let's not eat them.
Aunt Zhang said: How do you know?
Han Bing said seriously: Dad He told me before that water must be boiled in water. If the water is not boiled, it is not delicious. I saw that when this grandfather put the wontons, the water did not boil at all. The wontons must not be delicious after being cooked. There is also no measure when this grandfather puts the seasonings, and there is less. It is strange that such wontons are delicious.
After hearing this, Boss He lowered his head even more
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Bingbing is so smart. Then we won’t eat today. Let’s come next time. As he said that, he got up and pulled Han Bing away.
The professor raised his pacemaker high and glanced at the heart monitor next to him. There was still a straight line on it and it fell down again.
Smack
The entire body of the Han soldier jumped up again, falling down, extremely stiff
Smack
The professor wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he didn't hear the Korean worker crying and scolding in the alarm system.
Twenty minutes have passed, and there have been at least more than a hundred electric shocks, but the Korean soldiers still have no reaction at all.
Smack
The professor didn't even look at it, as if the worker working hard on the assembly line had another electric shock, and the Han soldier's chest was charred.
completion
The professor's eyes turned black and he sat down
Several assistants came over to say something to him, but he didn't hear a word. The alarm system was now replaced by a majestic voice conveying some commands to it, and he didn't know.
The only thing he knows now is that he is finished. He will never be able to enter this operating room, enter this underground base, or even this ten-year factory
He slowly unbuttoned his clothes piece by piece, took off his white coat, and perhaps waiting for him was endless review, blame, and even labor.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Where are the kids crying?
Why is there a child crying in my ear?
It's so funny. In such a closely guarded military base, there will be children crying. I must be feeling the illusion caused by too much pressure.
While thinking, the professor looked around and stood up. He must figure out this problem.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
Everyone is looking around, everyone is wondering
Mom, mom, I hurt, Bingbing hurts. That voice is hoarse, melancholy, but it is a bit tender, but it has a bit of the style of the male protagonist in Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas.
The scene was as quiet as a pond of stagnant water. Except for the sound of beeping and beeping from some instruments from time to time, it was the sound of hissing and cooling air coming from everyone's mouth.
Live, live, number seven live
Bingbing, Bingbing, my Bingbing is back
The silence was broken by the ecstatic professor and the Korean worker who was far ahead of the monitor in the 9th Branch Factory, who was far ahead of him, and big tears dripped from the Korean worker's crow's feet. How long has it been? How long has it been for this day? Nine years or ten years. He dreamed countless times at midnight at more than 30,000 nights, soaked pillow towels, but he couldn't tell it, because he knew that the pain in the heart of the people around him was far greater than that of him; how many times he had a deep hatred for facing the murderer who hurt his son, but he had to beg with a smile, hoping that he would have a flash of inspiration to create a wonderful recipe for his son to escape from the animal path and reincarnation.
Whenever he saw his unpopular son, he wanted to take out a weapon from the laboratory to let him get rid of the pain forever, but how could he do it? It was the crystallization of himself and his own love, the life condensed by his flesh and blood and her flesh!
When he saw his heartbeat stop, in addition to his pain, he felt more likely to be relaxed. The crying of losing his composure was half an emotional vent, and the other half was even more a performance. A performance that was about to die was over. The nightmare was finally over. He took the wet towel handed over from behind, wiped his face, and stood up amid the congratulations of Korean workers. Only then did he realize that his feet were weak, and he was very happy and sad, and it was indeed not good for his body. The ancients did not deceive me. His mind was covered in mud, and such an inexplicable word came out.
Bingbing, Bingbing, I'm my God! Han Bing tilted his head and looked at a middle-aged woman more than ten meters away from him. He didn't believe that she was her mother, that young and beautiful mother
Dad, he threw himself into the arms of the Korean worker, and although his huge body could no longer accommodate him, he asked: Dad, when did you change me to another mother?
The Korean worker smiled bitterly, touched his son's head and said: Bingbing, that's your mother, who gave birth to you and raised you!
Bingbing raised his head, looked at his father carefully, then looked at his mother carefully and said: No, no, dad, you lied to me, my mother is so beautiful, I remember that my mother has very long hair, black and bright, her face is full of garden, curved eyebrows, and her red face makes her smile with two dimples...
My mother also likes to wear red clothes. My mother likes to wear the red dress. Every time I celebrate my birthday, my mother wears that red dress and takes me to my grandmother’s house to play because my father must work overtime again. Aunt Zhang followed him and whimpered while saying that this was an article written by her son before the accident. The name was "My Mom". She watched it many times after he had an accident, and she cried every time she read it.
Hey, how do you know? Have you read my article? The Han Bing's head tilted again
Son, my son, Aunt Zhang rushed up, hugged the pillar tightly, and howled loudly. After so many years of hard work, I finally got through it.
Okay, OK, Bingbing, everyone should be happy, why are you crying? The Korean worker looked at the factory leader who rushed over after hearing the news, and felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was almost fifty and still cried so hard
It should be, it should be true to express my true feelings! The factory leader came over to shake hands with him. He stood beside him and watched the family cry. Finally, they finally stopped.
Let's go, let's go, I've ordered the food. Get in the car and go to Jiangnan to celebrate. The secretary on the side seized the opportunity and said
Ah, factory director... The professor saw that he was about to leave, and after he came to his senses, he caught up and said
Professor, don't go, it's inconvenient, inconvenient. Seeing that the professor is so ignorant, the factory director pushed him away and said
No, this number seven needs to be checked... Pa The professor was beaten aside by Aunt Zhang in the middle of his speech.
Check your head. Aunt Zhang saw that her son was fine and she was in a good mood. She was too lazy to argue with him. She cursed and protected her son into the car
The factory manager waved his hand and the car started immediately, thinking: Isn’t this professor looking for a fight? His son was not cured before, so he asked you to treat him or not. Now that he is good, he will not recover the cost.
The professor stood blankly, holding his face, and muttered to himself: Didn’t this Korean soldier sink to the depths of the sea of consciousness of No. 7? Why did it appear again? The false appearance must be a false appearance disguised.
Mom, I want to eat wontons. Han Bing leaned against Aunt Zhang tightly and said in the gap between Aunt Zhang's jokes when he was a child.
Well, OK, touching my son's head that was habitually tilted on her shoulders, and agreed to
It's really my son. It's the same as when I was a child. When I have doubts, I have to tilt my head and think, knowing that my family has no money, I only want to eat wontons when I am sick, and tears fall unconsciously
Bingbing, my Bingbing hugged Han Bing heavily in his hand and said: Mom, take you there
I want to eat what Dad He cooked
Well, OK, Dad He cooked it at this moment, Aunt Zhang promised everything to that baby son
Mom, mom, hurry up. The Korean soldiers were jumping in front, and Aunt Zhang followed closely behind, and from time to time, she was happy and greeted her acquaintances constantly:
Yes, yes, my son is ready
Smart and smart
Thank you very much for your blessing, my son is fine
Master Liu, thank you for the list you gave me last year. My Bingbing is ready
Grandma Zhang, the magic tea that your family sent to Nanyue last time is really good. My baby has helped the tea leaves, it's all good.
Mom, after I arrived, the Han soldiers were stunned
On the familiar stall, an old man who was obviously much younger than He's father was busy, and a tall girl in a plain school uniform was cleaning up the dishes. When he saw the customer coming, he didn't raise his head and asked casually: What should I eat? Rice noodles, noodles, wontons, dumplings, and fried dough sticks are all there.
Big sister, I want a bowl of wontons, no, two bowls of wontons. Han Bing found Zhang Shizi and sat down carefully and said that he had already broken two at the Jiangnanchun Hotel at noon today, so he had to be careful.
OK... The girl agreed, looked up and saw the Korean soldiers clearly, and was stunned
OK, the old man agreed, looked back and was stunned
Boss He, the business is good. Aunt Zhang also followed him and stared at the dazed girl hatefully and said
Fortunately, the old man answered repeatedly
Where is Dad He? Why didn’t Dad He come today? Han Bing asked strangely, this stall is obviously Dad He’s, why didn’t he see Dad He? Did this old man snatch the stall?
Why does my mother still call this old man? Boss He? It's strange
Dad He, passed away, the old man said
He's father passed away, my mother just told me that my grandmother passed away, and where is it? Why are everyone dead? Han Bing asked in confusion
Aunt Zhang bit her mouth and said after a while: Death is to go to a very far place. Those who have gone can never come back. It looks like they are sleeping, but they can never get up after falling asleep.
Oh, Han Bing nodded and asked: How long do they need to sleep? Mom, didn’t you say I slept for ten years before I woke up? Are they sleeping longer than me?
Aunt Zhang nodded and said: Yes, it's still long
The girl next to her could no longer hold it back, covered her mouth and sobbed: Dad, I'm going to class, and ran while crying.
When Boss He saw that she had not taken her schoolbag yet, he chased and shouted: He Ling, He Ling, you haven't taken your schoolbag yet. That girl didn't hear that, and she didn't stop.
He Ling? Han Bing tilted his head and thought for a while, and said: My former seatmate was He Ling. In the past, we went to pick mulberry leaves near the factory every day after school. Mom, can you take me to school later? I want to see her, and I ask her to help me tutor my homework. Every time I was sick and didn’t go to class, she would help me tutor my homework.
Aunt Zhang looked at Boss He, and Boss He lowered his head guiltily
Aunt Zhang didn't say anything and didn't say much, so she asked: Boss He, we want two wontons.
Uh-huh
Boss He hurriedly uncovered the lid of the pot, grabbed a few handfuls of wontons, threw them away without counting them, and then took two large bowls from under the table, sprinkled green onion, poured soy sauce, put salt, and scoop oil.
Han Bing looked at it and shook his head, saying to his mother: Mom, the wontons here must not be delicious, let's not eat them.
Aunt Zhang said: How do you know?
Han Bing said seriously: Dad He told me before that water must be boiled in water. If the water is not boiled, it is not delicious. I saw that when this grandfather put the wontons, the water did not boil at all. The wontons must not be delicious after being cooked. There is also no measure when this grandfather puts the seasonings, and there is less. It is strange that such wontons are delicious.
After hearing this, Boss He lowered his head even more
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Bingbing is so smart. Then we won’t eat today. Let’s come next time. As he said that, he got up and pulled Han Bing away.
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