Diane
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| | My Poseidon (28th Nov 22 at 1:46am UTC) |   | Why can't there be a girl next to him? Classmate, I guess. Together in the band, maybe. It's none of my business whether I am a classmate or not? He had his arms around me last night. So you got mixed up with other girls today? I've seen his penis. It's not a loss. Talking between two people in one head made me very upset. I shook my head, frowned and gritted my teeth. There was a sound of thunder in the sky. I said in my heart: If God is really on my side, let me hear it again. … Before I had finished this curse, I saw Mo Liang's car parked below. He got out of the car, took an umbrella and came up the steps to meet me. As soon as I saw his white face under the blue umbrella, I forgot to ask God for anything. Did you finish the exam? "Mmm." I answered. I've been waiting for you. He looked different and had a rare seriousness. What's the matter? I murmured. Come with me somewhere. He put the umbrella on my head and I went with him. Surprised, but no choice. When I got on the train, I saw that his expression was not as relaxed and happy as before. The carriage was quiet and I could hear his breathing. I didn't dare to ask him where he was going to take me, and I didn't dare to say so much to Mo Liang. Before starting the car, he looked at me, reached over to help me buckle my seat belt, and took out his white handkerchief to hang on my hair to help me wipe it. That moment was like going back to my childhood. In Japan, he drove me to his lab, did the same thing, buckled my seat belt. My heart settled down because of the word "worth it", and I could go anywhere with him. I sat down and saw Ye Hai riding outside the window with an umbrella in one hand and a handlebar in the other. I'm not even going to say hello, so I'll just go with Mo Liang. I'm not going to get back at Ye Hai. It really isn't. The car left the city, ran in the rain for more than 20 minutes on the expressway, and walked a long way along the coastline. In the distance, you can see the flag of the warship and the tall conning tower. I said: "Mo Liang, this is not …" …？” "Yes, you do?"? Naval Port. I came here when I was a kid. He stopped at the gate of the guard area,347 stainless steel, and the soldiers with live ammunition informed us to check our documents repeatedly. Not long after, a navy blue camouflage jeep came out to pick us up. It was a civilian official who came down. Mo Liang introduced me to him and said, "This is Anfei.". Captain Ann's daughter. The man nodded slightly to me and asked us to get in the car and let us go in with him. Only then did Mo Liang tell me that he spoke to me in a tone as relaxed as possible: "Anfei, your father, and my father, something happened to their ship in the South China Sea." "What's the matter?" …？” I asked slowly. The officer who came to meet us said, "We lost contact for eight hours and the ship sank." Mo Liang asked, "How is the rescue going?" "The wind and waves are too strong for the helicopters of the Guangzhou Military Region to approach at all, and now they are forced to return to Hong Kong and cannot take off.". After nightfall, the wind and waves are stronger. …” I felt very cold at this time, and I shivered. Mo Liang looked at me: "Are veterans, a little bear ah, Feifei …" …” I have a burden. I have a burden. It's not the first time I've experienced this kind of thing. When I was in junior high school, uns c68700 ,x56 line pipe, it was also summer, when a tropical storm hit the South China Sea, and my father's warship was caught in the center of the storm because it was too late to enter the harbor on the previous deportation mission. They lost contact with the headquarters for three days and three nights, and the troops even informed their families to prepare for the worst. I remember that I was very old at that time, but when I received the phone call, I began to cry in a panic. I cried for more than half an hour, and my head hurt. My mother was very silent at that time, smoking one after another, suddenly put out the last one, came up and slapped me in the face. Startled and frightened, I stood there, covering my face and looking at her. Why are you crying? She asked me, frowning. My dad. …” "What happened to your father?" She jumped ahead of me and said, "He didn't do anything.". I tell you, do not cry, you do well in the final exam, your father taught you to swim well in the backstroke, and wait for him to come back. I really calmed down after she hit me.
Thirty-six hours later, my father's ship finally got in touch with the headquarters by satellite. In the storm, although the ship was severely damaged, only a small number of people were injured. Most of the crew, including my father and Uncle Mo, were safe and sound. I asked Mo Liang blankly, "Did you call my mother?" "No." He said, "After I got the news in the afternoon, I called my aunt-I didn't get through." Without saying a word, I took out my cell phone, but Mo Liang took it over: "Don't call, the signal is blocked here.". Besides, Feifei, it's not a big deal. … Wait for the news. But I want to find someone to be with me. I want her to be here. She said the same thing to me. But Mo Liang, arm ring over, with warm body temperature, he patted me on the shoulder: "When you get in touch with them later, you ask when your father can come back." He was also worried. Uncle Mo was on the same boat. Why did he come to comfort me? I nodded forcefully and held his hand. I should be as calm as he was. Mo Liang and I accompanied the naval officer who came to pick us up into the command building, went through three security checks, and took the direct elevator to the top floor. It was a huge room, where officials and technicians in military uniforms were busy, computers and precision instruments were constantly transmitting new data, and the dashboard was flashing nervously. When I saw the satellite image on the largest blue screen in the middle of the room,x60 line pipe, there were black storm clouds over the South China Sea, and they were condensing and expanding every second. I really don't know how long I have to wait to say a word to my father. Obsidian, storm. chapter20。 lksteelpipe.com | |
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