Chapter 63: Until next time
Reeds lay flattened around the airport's wire fence. Xiahai Airport had yet to be expanded. Apart from a control tower built in the eighties, the rather remote little airport held only a few small passenger planes and ground service vehicles. Beside a black sedan overlooking the airport, Wang Bu lit a cigarette and leaned against the car. His driver, Zhang Sheng, sat concealed behind its window.
By this point, compared with his earlier inner turmoil, Liu Cheng's appearance had been no more than a minor interlude. As people grew older, they began seeking something to believe in-life, religion, even certain inconceivable things. Su Can's appearance was simply an anomaly. He did not want to believe those ideas of Su Can's, preferring to regard them as the fantasies of an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy. If one could think of everything in life that way, things would probably be much simpler.
This boy was no ordinary person. Those without the necessary discernment could not see his concealed edge. Outwardly calm and unruffled by changing circumstances, he made Wang Bu feel, when they were together, that he was not beside a child but a remarkably talented, far from simple individual. He had read that article. Though he did not work in diplomacy and had little authority to speak on the matter, being unclear about the current situation overseas, even he could see that the article was logically argued and well supported, laying out ample reasons for a tragedy to occur.
Even Lin Guozhou had frankly acknowledged that the article had some value as a reference, because anyone who had never been to Yugoslavia could never know when the next missile streaking across the night sky might land on their head.
A week before this, he had never imagined that