Chapter 671:

But Li Badi shook his head. "Not yet. I want to see if I can get a clerical job there first, or just go once."
The sergeant nodded. "You can try. Later, come see me again." Li Huai nodded and left.
He thought of this when he was shopping on the street. This might be a good choice. It does provide at least one opportunity to get close to the Rockets for his dream job. However-it was so close to now and was stopped. Even in the Air Force, the waiting time for a year seems to be long.
He found a civilian employment office at the Baisha Proving Ground, but it was not only closed, it was Saturday afternoon, but there was also a slogan saying "No help".
That night, he began to notice the men in air force blue, other men in khakis, and even some ordinary olive tiredness appearing on the street. He realized that it was Saturday night, and the streets began to show signs of life for men in the town every Monday night. The rancher drove, and their cars lined up on the side of the road. A bus with the name "Baisha" will come in, unload those they desire for pleasure, and then stop somewhere, or return. The Bai Gai MP appeared in the corner to strengthen the local police.
However, there is almost no interference. When soldiers are on vacation for a night, there is usually no noisy carry-on items, which usually mark towns near the army base. These are the people who have been selected, and they behaved very comfortably.
Li Badi is neither a drinker nor a reveller, but that night, he wondered if he shouldn't do that. Because if he could have learned to hang out in some more lively bars, then he might be able to have a conversation with the Baisha people. After a while, he did enter a room, sitting and drinking beer while listening to the man.
But they did not discuss business. They talked about the conversations of soldiers on vacation everywhere. Their girlfriends, good friends, recent jokes, gossip, but never a news about rockets, a news about satellites, a whisper about their work.
Li Huai wandered in the crowd for several hours, and finally found another corner in the tavern where he was sitting. He was a little tired and confused, wondering if he came here without making a mistake. It was frustrating all day and his mood was low.
Two men in tired denim sat near him and quarreled. One person apparently left under the influence of strong alcohol. His eyes were dull, he nodded and muttered to himself. The other tried to hug him, shook him, and actually almost disappeared. He was complaining about getting up and walking around. They had to build the last truck to camp.
Finally, the two stood up, staggered into the man's room, and disappeared inside. Li Bai resumed his contemplation and noticed that the place was almost empty now, and the street was silent. Obviously, these people's time has run out and they are returning to the camp. Suddenly, he found that the two soldiers had not come out of the toilet.
Li Huai slid down from his seat, opened the bathroom door, and went in. The two were there, on the floor together, asleep.
Li Wei hurriedly knelt down and shook them. "Wake up, you have to go back to the camp!" he said. But he couldn't let them down. A man muttered to himself, without opening his eyes, lowered his head, and started to fight. The other party didn't even respond so much.
Li Huai stood beside them for a while, thinking he should tell the boss. Then he heard a voice call loudly outside the bar:
"Anyone of you who are going back tonight had better step on it! Get out of the bus in two minutes!"
Li Badi believes that members of Congress will round up the scattered people. At that moment, a sudden chill enveloped him, and sudden wild thoughts jumped into his mind. He stood blankly. It seemed that it lasted for an eternal moment, in which all his training, all instincts and ambitions struggled and struggled in crazy hysteria. This is an opportunity, this is an opportunity-but it is a scam, it is illegal.
If he borrowed an unconscious men's jacket and borrowed a pass, he could return to Baisha that night, in the darkness and chaos, who knows?
No one, he is sure. The next day, well, he will definitely be arrested. But at the same time, in about an hour of blessing, he will see the rocket in its glory, in its towering protrusions, hitting the sky, watching the hissing blue flame rise to heaven , See what he will see. Happy to remember the rest of his life.
What if he had some bad times during the arrest? What if he goes to jail? Actually, what can they do to him? He is not a spy, not a saboteur. No matter how detailed the investigation is, it will not constitute evil to him.
He remembered the sermons held in the orphanage. He remembered that the minister put everything in life opportunities. He remembered that what inspired his imagination at the time was the minister's depiction of the various paths that everyone must choose. The speaker once said:
There was a moment when everyone’s life opened up all kinds of roads in front of him, and each road went in a different direction. If he made a choice at that moment, then his A lifetime may fall on one channel forever, and other possible lives will disappear."
Isn't this a crossroads? Li Huai can go back, become the hand of the factory, become a complacent mechanic or carpenter, get married, settle down, and live his own life without ever seeing a rocket. Or, he can embark on a short flashing path that seems to be open to him.
He bent down, removed the smaller khaki overalls worn by the two men, shrugged his shoulders, touched its pockets, took out a folded piece of paper, and glanced at it. Pass, it reads. Seven hours. Hongsha Station.
He tucked it into his pocket, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked quickly down the street with his head down.
When he appeared on the street, he was roughly grabbed by the congressman. "Hurry up, buddy," the man said. "What station?"
"Red Sand", Li Badi murmured in a low voice, and then immediately whirled and pushed on his body. "Go to the street, around the corner. The second bus. Run!"
Li Huai broke into a circle and rushed to the corner. In the dark side street, three buses are warming up, and the first one is already rolling. Li Badi ran for the second second. Just as it pulled away from the side of the road, several hands stretched out the door, held Li Badi's hand, and pulled him onto the boat.
He found a seat behind the crowded bus, lowered his head to avoid making anyone realize that he was a stranger, and then held his breath.
The bus speeded up, roared in the quiet alley, and then drove to the highway outside the town. Li Huai was on his way to the Rockets, to the famous Baisha Proving Ground... Or was he? Anyway, what is Hongsha Station? Red sand? Why has he never heard of it?
3. Ascend the space ladder
The bus roared all night, and now their cargo was basically quiet, dozing as their vehicle swayed. The full moon glows faintly on the desolate land, making the road go straight like an arrow. The vehicle drove off the main highway shortly after leaving the town and drove along the other road into the government reserve of waste. Li Bai immediately caught a glimpse of the sign under the floodlight, warning temporary drivers not to use this road and warning that all this is American property.
The people on the bus speak very little. Most of them are sleeping, and some of them feel worse after sleeping all night. Two or three people fought and didn't notice the hard seat and the bumpy road. Li Huai sat side by side on the backrest with a few others, keeping quiet, watching the scene through the open window, and seeing the terrain that can be seen without making the observation too obvious.
So far, the scenery is a desert, a desolate and arid flat land familiar to New Mexico. Li Huai was already familiar with it when he went down the mountain. On the horizon, he could see the peaks, the peaks bordering the vast test field.
Near him, several soldiers talked in low voices, and Li Huai caught the fragments of the conversation. At first it was mainly talking about what they saw that night and their girlfriends, etc. They gradually began to talk about their work. Li Badi tightened his ears.
One of the men said slowly: "I was thinking about asking to be transferred back to Baisha." "The new fuel they brought made me very uneasy."
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