On the day Jiang Linan was transferred to the project team, he met Shen Yanqing for the first time. He turned around from the target lane and took a look. He didn't say anything, but his handshake was half a point stronger than the others. Later I realized that it was him confirming that this person had come into his life.
Two people who were used as weapons by the organization went from testing each other and becoming suspicious of each other in the cold war to defecting side by side and dying in desperate situations. He watched through the glass as he was deprived of his senses. He used his last lucidity to put the chip into his palm: "The probability is 12.7%. Very low, but not zero." He said: "You are my observer, my decipherer, and my only green mountain."
Love is not the reenactment of memory, it is the recognition of the soul by the soul.
"The kettle doesn't keep warm."
"Then you'll use mine from now on."
Concept: Freedom is not given, it is the fire that a generation passes to each other in shackles - some people use death to pave the way, and some people use their lives to catch it, until those who have had their childhood stolen can write their names back on the green hills with their own hands.