Chapter 3, He is more lonely than fireworks
No official would admit that the foolish decision to protect the production department of the Hexi Prefecture Television Station was made by themselves; they merely attributed the issue to technical reasons. In any case, negotiations have been ongoing, while those orphans quietly disappeared into the crowd under the gloomy gaze of Bao Longtao
Countless years have passed, and that great clock has long been corroded into fragments by acid rain, now unknown to have met its end in some landfill on Donglin Star; however, the name of Clock Tower Street has remained.
Today, the Bell Tower Street is devoid of fireworks, yet it is not lonely; rather, it is unusually vibrant, filled with the angry yet uncontrollable laughter of protests. Tattered banners flicker in and out among the crowd, as excited residents of Donglin, fueled by too much coffee, join in, alongside irritable drunks who have had too much liquor. This sudden influx makes the efforts of the Second Police Precinct to maintain order appear somewhat inadequate, and the chaotic scene begins to evolve into a truly absurd experimental drama.
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Weige's complexion was pale as he walked up to the young man and asked, "Xu Le, what happened?"
The lonely boy did not lift his head; he merely gazed at the portable ultra-thin television screen on his lap, watching the girl with purple hair on the screen of hetushucomcom, her face illuminated by a faint glow, tears streaming down her cheeks
The vast sky is devoid of countless stars, with only a few stubbornly twinkling, as if they are somewhat unwilling to be overlooked by the stone-like people of Donglin, despite their efforts to sprinkle their starlight upon the land.
It has been proven that the sighs of the commander of the Fourth Military District did not possess an overly literary tone. The Federal Management Committee was exceptionally angry about this incident, very angry, and initiated a rectification movement within the military, resulting in the removal of numerous individuals from their military positions. Furthermore, they issued a strict order to return the still-ticking big clock to its original place as a warning to all public officials. The commander of the Fourth Military District was then dispatched to the border defense area of the Xilin District, where he languished in solitude for the rest of his life. Numerous individuals were removed from their military positions, and a strict order was issued to return the still-ticking big clock to its original place as a warning to all public officials. The commander of the Fourth Military District was then dispatched to the border defense area of the Xilin District, where he languished in solitude for the rest of his life
Not long after, officials from the Governor's Office, the Federal Communications Commission, and the Public Relations Department of the Police Headquarters arrived at the center of the Bell Tower Street parade, attempting to persuade the residents of Donglin District regarding the matter. However, no matter the reasoning, it could not explain the absence of the figure with light purple hair and the book on the television screen.
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The sigh of the commander of the Fourth Military District from countless years ago has long become a saying that the residents of the entire Donglin District will never forget, to the extent that even a good-for-nothing like Weige'er would use it to describe people
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The vintage clock carried by the commander of the Fourth Military District fell from the damaged warship amidst the beauty of fireworks, crashing heavily onto the surface of the mineral planet. The warship was destroyed, yet the large clock remained intact and continued to move, undoubtedly serving as a ruthless mockery of the capabilities of the federal government and the military.
At 8:00 PM tonight, Channel 23, featuring the captivating visage of Jian Shui'er, will return to the capital of Hexi Prefecture. This is truly a day of universal celebration
What troubled Deputy Director Bao was merely the earlier speculation; today, the appearance of these damned orphans was too coincidental, and the reasons they chose to cause a disturbance seemed overly charming. Once the news media got involved, the governor's office would also be unable to handle these orphans afterward. Everything, amidst the chaos, concealed an order that made him somewhat vigilant.
Shortly after the orphan leader Vigor and his group of inherently tough orphans blended into the crowd, a wave of joyous cheers erupted throughout Bell Tower Street at https://www.hetushu.com
The voices of the protest continue to resonate, the once clear and youthful tones have become hoarse, yet they cannot conceal the underlying pride and excitement.
Zhonglou Street in Hexi Prefecture, Donglin District, does not actually have a clock tower
The location where the battleship fell that year is right here, and the fireworks that erupted cast fluctuating shadows on the faces of countless soldiers. The commander of the Fourth Military District sighed and said: "My mood at this moment is lonelier than the fireworks."
Jian Shui Er
"Brother Le... why are you always so lonely?" Among the two figures under Qingqiu, the smaller one spoke hesitantly, his voice still somewhat hoarse, clearly a result of shouting slogans thousands of times in the afternoon.
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In the center of the scene, beneath a green tree, sits a person who appears to be a young boy. He is seated cross-legged, and the faint glow emanating from the objects on his lap outlines his figure, rendering him particularly solitary
Bao Longtao stood coldly behind the barricade, unconcerned that the residents of Donglin would dare to rush over. Although the Donglin people had indeed been bored for quite some time, they had finally found a way to vent their emotions, which made them appear overly excited and somewhat theatrical. The barricade itself was merely a strip of thin yellow tape. However, the Federation is a society governed by the rule of law, and everyone knows what can be challenged and what cannot be challenged.
Two figures, one large and one small, slipped into the shadow beneath the streetlight, skillfully evading the signal detector. They passed through a narrow alley beside the clock tower street and arrived beneath a green tree
A cheer erupted as the negotiations concluded, followed by a beep as the ultra-thin roll-up television in the café was turned back on. Clock Tower Street fell silent, with countless police officers wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads. The female journalist smugly curled her lips, while the officials inwardly cursed the foolish and spineless governor.
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After a long time, as the ending melody played, the boy named Xu Le raised his head, squinting his sincere and honest eyes. He wiped away the tears from his face and the drool from the corner of his mouth, and in an unusually serious tone, he said: "Jian Shui'er... is truly too... beautiful! In the future... I must... marry her as my wife!"
Bao Longtao made a decision at the earliest opportunity, notifying the governor's office and requesting that higher federal departments send negotiation experts, rather than opting for a confrontational approach. This was partly due to the presence of reporters, and partly because the state government was indeed somewhat at fault in this matter. Ultimately, it was also a reflection of his cautious and prudent nature coming into play
Another person is naturally the leader of the orphans, Vigor. He gazed at the solitary figure of the young boy beneath the green tree and couldn't help but take a deep breath, exclaiming: "It is truly lonelier than fireworks"
The green tree stands on a small green hill, surrounded by darkness, set against the backdrop of the distant night sky, resembling an exquisitely trimmed paper-cutting art piece
Vigor and that little fellow ran towards Qingqiu, and just as they reached the back of that lonely figure, they discovered that the youth they referred to as Le Ge suddenly twitched his shoulders, as if he were silently weeping
The night sky of Donglin always appears eerie, with a faint dark red glow radiating across the black-gray firmament, reminiscent of the scenes of the gates of hell that practitioners often contemplate. However, for the inhabitants of this planet, this scene has been witnessed countless times over the years, and they have long since grown accustomed to it, never sparing it a second glance.
The reason this street has such a nostalgically retro name is simply because the Federal military, upon their first deployment to Donglin Planet, made a heartbreakingly foolish error in gravity estimation
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