Chapter 533 Three, two, unity, detonation! (Three more ask for monthly pass!)

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  When I saw the back of the woman holding her son in the dark night, the hearts of countless netizens were broken.

  I am used to CCTV programs that are either solemn or solemn, or the style of being happy. This drama is simply a large tear gas with mustard, directly in the eyes of netizens!

   "Why do you have to sacrifice your children, those who wander on the Gobi Desert, so that the next generation can live a good life? Why?"

   "When I get older, my heart feels soft like a piece of tofu. I can't see the old people and children suffer, and my heart trembles when I see the little green face."

"Damn, damn, damn! As a mother, I can't stand it anymore. Dog screenwriter, dog director, this is poking my heart! I close my eyes now, all kinds of unexpected scenes, when Damn, I really can't see this!"

"A strong man burst into tears at the bus stop when he heard that Huiru said that there were so many things to satisfy his child. He often travels on business and can't be with his child in many cases, and occasionally stays with the child and looks at him. When I learned new skills without knowing it, but I don’t know at all, the kind of debt is really impossible to describe in words. Huiru is really strong, if it were me, and lost the child, maybe I have not survived. My courage."

  "Why are you doing this? Can't it be done well? What's wrong with them?!"

"Oh, the most uncomfortable thing is that everyone in this drama is not wrong. I don't know if you have noticed, there is not a villain in this drama. Is the child wrong? He is only four or five years old. What is it right? Everything is curious, when exploring this world. Is Huiru wrong? She also wants to spend more time with her children, but the constant tasks make her have no time at all. Is the base wrong? Everyone is working hard for 596 , Are all making their own sacrifices for the self-improvement of this country! Who is wrong? Is the Gobi Desert? The Gobi Desert is there, no one did not provoke anyone, no one is wrong, such a tragedy, let people We can't find a catharsis, so we can only scold the screenwriter and director-bastard, I'm blind from crying!"

"As a screenwriter, explain two sentences for the author of this drama; according to professional standards, this paragraph is actually flawed. The most perfect way of expression is to drop the child into the water but there is no adult around him, so he has no way to help and finally drowns. The picture shows it. Now this way of handling. It is estimated that the author himself feels cruel, so he skipped the drowning bridge and directly used the woman's grief to reflect the theme. Although it is still **** distressing!"

   "My wife's blade toilet is already being assembled, and there are extended blades on the toilet seat. Just sit on it and make sure that his words are broken into seven or eight knots!"

"Brothers are good at scolding, but I think we should be more calm. Have you ever thought about why we are so angry? It is because we think that the sacrificed husband and son should live well. But the problem Yes, Project 596 was really successful at the sacrifice of many people! Instead of being angry, we should remember these people who should be alive but sacrificed for the cause of the country. I think this is the screenwriter and What the director really wants to express, if you think what I said is unreasonable, please go to the screenwriter and director of Blade, it has nothing to do with me.

   "The **** screenwriter, the **** director! Why do you want to compose such a touching drama? Fuck!"

  Drops!

  Get the cheer value, 26412 points!

  Drops!

  Achieved negative applause value, 164233 points!

  In the yard, Li Shixin, who buried his face under the big pu fan, raised his brows when he heard two soft noises coming from his ears.

  The contribution of the cheering value is so divided,

  Netizens. Hard work!

  Aside, although the plot direction has been known for a long time, and it has even been experienced several times during the rehearsal of the drama, when the plot enters the section of "dark night pond", Zhao Jinzhi still has red eyes and tears falling down.

  She wiped away the tears that flowed to her mouth with the veil, and she looked at Li Shixin who was aside.

  Seeing that this guy who was standing up corpse didn't react to his sobs, he picked up the tea bag next to him and threw it over.

   "Brother, if you write something like this again, don't make me act. It will be depressed!"

  Faced with Zhao Jinzhi's femininity, Xin Ye turned over and handed his **** over.

  When Zhao Jinzhi was helpless, the plot of "321" on the tablet in her hand came to an end;

  In the night.

  Wife holding the body of her son, just sitting there.

   She gently hummed the nursery rhymes that her son had sung to him countless times when he was still a baby, as if she was coaxing him to sleep.

  The two guards accompanying him were already crying.

  In the gentle song, the chief came over, accompanied by guards.

   Seeing the woman's state, she couldn't help but sigh.

   "Comrade Huiru, please be sorry."

   "Chief, you go back. I know what you have to say. I have no requirements for the organization and will not leave here. Don't bother me and think about it. After tonight, I will never have the opportunity to hold him again."

  Listening to the woman's numb voice, the chief clenched his fists tightly.

After stabilizing his emotions for a while, he trembled and persuaded: "Comrade Huiru, I can understand your feelings. About your husband, I just heard what the person in charge here said. For 596, you have paid enough. That's too much. Let's change the environment so that it's fairer to you."

   "Chief, my loved ones are here, where can I go?"

   "But you are like this, comrades can't rest assured."

"Chief, I won't find short-sightedness. I would rather die for my loved ones. It's too simple. I have to live, no matter how difficult it is, I have to live. Old Li gave all he could give, but he didn't see it. On the day when the project is completed. Thinking about it, it’s too young, he may not understand in the end, why I have to take him on this Gobi Desert. I have to live and give them an explanation."

  The words of the woman made the heads who have been on the battlefield accustomed to life and death to be speechless.

   "The moon is bright, the wind is quiet. The leaves cover the window lattice, and the crickets are called clank, like the sound of the strings."

  Singing softly, the chief behind the woman silently raised his right hand to his brow.

  The back of the woman in the night, the upright figure of the head and the guards when they salute, gradually disappear as the stage lights dim.

  The sixth act also officially enters the second half-the last paragraph of the entire play.

  The days are still going on.

  The woman still trudged in the vast desert with her colleagues, she worked harder, but the smile on her face was almost invisible.

  Time didn't seem to have passed for long, but her hair was already showing strands of silvery white.

  In the office building of the surveying and mapping team.

   "Comrade Huiru, the data for area 3 has been sorted out."

   "Okay, I will check it right away."

   Hearing the report from her colleague, the woman who buried her head on the desk file raised her head and responded.

  Just as she picked up the document handed by her colleague, a burst of broadcast sound came from the outside broadcast speaker.

"Comrades, after five years of arduous and arduous efforts by all the people involved in the 596 project, we have finally waited for this day. Success or failure is in one fell swoop! The first test explosion will take place in the first test field in ten minutes! Please bring your goggles ."

  Everyone was stunned when they heard the announcement of entering the window.

  Only the woman calmly opened the drawer, picked up a pair of goggles inside, walked to the window silently, and directed her gaze in the direction of Proving Ground #1.

"at last,"

   "Finally waited for this day!"

  In the feelings of several colleagues, people took out their goggles in a panic and gathered in a mess at the window.

  During the broadcast, there was a countdown to the base.

   "10, 9, 8, 7, 6"

  In that decisive countdown, the world seemed to be quiet.

  On the stage at this time, all the lights dimmed. Only one spotlight hit the woman.

  She slowly took out a photo in her arms.

  It was a weird, family portrait made up of a picture of a man and a hundred days.

   "Hui Ru."

   "Mom!"

  Two figures appeared beside the woman.

  The tall figure is wearing a white shirt with a brown wool waistcoat over the shirt. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, he laughed a little dazedly, with two dimples on his face.

  The small figure, wearing a shabby khaki school uniform, was covered with mischievous dust. He laughed strangely and had two dimples on his face.

   In the tears that can't be covered by the goggles, the countdown continues.

   "Three, two, one, detonation!"

  A burst of strong light flooded the stage.

  The two figures disappeared in the splendid brilliance like the sun. Only one is left, standing alone by the window.

  Distant.

  A mushroom cloud that stands tall and upright, turned out to be.

This is the end of the story of "321".

  (End of this chapter)