Our first encounter started with an old friend
Dusk has passed away, leaving behind a dead darkness. I returned to my computer desk, opened LR, and stared at this picture. The sunset, dead trees, snow, and even appropriate white space all seemed reasonable, but they just couldn't convey a sense of story.I frowned and used the cutting tool to cut out only the trees and the red sun, but the edges of the blood-red sun had begun to tear.
Closed LR and walked into the B building. A smell of electronic black slaves came to my face.(some War Thunder players are usually called" electronic black slaves") I walked through the lobby and saw a player standing on the podium in a hidden forum salon, pointing at the girl who wearing glasses next to him. I listened for a while, She was probably accused (this girl is CV 90120) that she does not have some advantage. I know some information about the CV90120, so after the criticism meeting, I walked to the podium. CV 90120 was crying in the corner of the podium alone. I lowered my body and greeted softly: "Hi!" She raised her head and stopped crying. When she saw the "Kingdom of Sweden" brooch on my chest, she started to cry again, "Why!Are you here to criticize me as well?" I said, "If I were to criticize you, I had already left here." She stopped crying again, wiped away her tears, put on her thin silver-rimmed glasses, and I stared into her eyes, the blue eyes lit up again, "So what do you want to do?" "Could you tell me about your experience? Let's talk slowly over here." I held her hand and tried to lead her to the VIP area of the auditorium, she let go of my hand and took a step back. I smiled and thought that she was really of Swedish descent.(it is said that even Swedish couples need to maintain distance in their daily lives) While leading the way, I ordered two cups of black tea using my identity. Because her coat is from the British brand BAE, she must like black tea very much!
"When I first joined Gaijin, I was still working on the tenth floor(as CV90120 join in the game it was in 10.7), and then I was sent to the eleventh floor(11.3 currently)." After that, she pointed to her blue eyes(1.5-24x command optics), "Because of this?" I asked, "Yes." She continued, "After I work in the salon at B ZONE, I realized that this place was completely different from Gaijin. I suffered here all day long in regular meetings. The Swedish players blamed me for not being good at playing.Gaijin randomly changed the player's environment, blocked one sniper platform after another, and reduced the matching rate of each big picture. I could only live in exile among buildings and ruins every day. My eagle eye became My burden. In this way, players from other countries are laughing at Swedish players who don't use arrows because they are already comfortable with knives. Swedish players are scolding me again." She was about to cry again. I thought for a while and said: "Follow me. Let's go, that's all Gaijin's problem." "No," she interrupted me, "I don't want to go with you. The other cars in your queue will laugh at me. When I worked in Gaijin, Strv122 Three Brothers usually laughing,sarcastic, and even jealous of me. Strv122A said, "Hey, in Scandinavia, there is no lining(Spall liner), so you are not afraid of freezing to death?" Strv122B said, "Isn't it just a penetration up to 600mm? It's 11mm short only.So don't be too arrogant!' Strv122B+ said, 'I can block a 30mm cannon from the side, can you withstand one round shooting from the front?' I had tried hard to control my emotions, but I was desperate in final, and then I came to B ZONE, and the result..."She took a sip of black tea and said, "On the day before I left, the CV90 family came to see me off. I saw that the two 9040C had new clothes(Spall liner), and then I saw the CV90105. I remembered that she once considered me her idol because my big eyes and m/95, but now she just stood at the end of the road with her back to me with tears in her eyes.I left them without looking back."
"It was snowing that day," she continued to talk about her past. "There was heavy snow on the road, and the goose feathers all over the sky disappeared from my body(melted down). As time went by, I gradually entered that winter night deeply.The lake water on the snowy night was very cold, although it was not completely frozen into Ice, but it still makes me feel numb.I feel that the water temperature is getting higher and higher, and the world is getting blurry. I don't know if this is a dream or a life, I just want to end my miserable life in the lake. Suddenly, I feel someone is there Pull me. At that time, I was almost be free, and then came the call of CV90105: '120! 120!' Later, I heard her tell me that she was reluctant to let me go, so she followed my path to find me and rescued me.I can only choose to keep walking, and 90105 also came to the B ZONE with me."
After listening to her story, I cleared my queue and contacts. I touched her cheek, which was very smooth. She didn't dodge this time, she just put her hand on mine and led me out of the dark auditorium and towards the bright hall.
In Arctic, we ended the day's fighting and set off for Alaska. When we landed in North America, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. We didn't dare to stop because there were Gaijin's pursuing troops behind. But on the road with her, I no longer felt lonely and scared. It's the summer solstice and we haven't escaped the polar circle yet, which means the setting sun turns into our street lights. The sun is getting lower and lower, but for a moment, it seems to be nailed to the end of the sky, attracting Kuafu to move forward(A man in Chinses legendry who followed the Sun from the East to the West, draining the Yellow River and the Wei River to quench his burning thirst. However, the big rivers were also unable to quench his thirst, and as he searched for more water, he eventually died of dehydration'pasted from wikipedia'). Half mile away, a tree bursts from the horizon and breaks into the pink sky. At that moment, my brain was twitching like an electric shock(I remembered that photograph),and I patted 90120's big NATO buttocks(most NATO vehicles do not have gun depression at the rear) to tell her to stop. She asked isn't the pursuing troops about to catch up? I looked at my watch and said
"No problem. Just a moment. By the way,please allow me to bring your eyes."
She became even more confused, but still gave me the commander optics. Plugging into the radio, I asked her to be my model. She agreed.
She stood at the end of the road, 1600 meters away from me. It was not so much a heavenly road, but actually just a road that I was at a lower place and she was at a higher place. There happened to be a tree next to her. Looking in my direction, the end of the lens is the sun in the polar circle at eight o'clock in the evening, orange but not yellow, red but not dim.
She is a born model. Since its inception, it has shown its handsome appearance in the face of long guns and short guns, and the same is true today. Wearing a black and gray plaid skirt, she danced with the wind. Her golden hair was gliter under a 24x lens, and her dark jacket showed her nobility of Scandinavian origin. Since there was no good way to fill in the light on her face, I decided to take some silhouette shots of her and let her do a few actions on her own. She opened her arms to praise the sun, leaned against a tree trunk and listened to the wind, and used the sun as a spotlight to dance the polska on her own(I will definitely dance with her next time!). The plaid skirt flies up, making people feel cold just looking at it. I asked her more than once if she was afraid of the cold without liner, and her answer was always:
"No one in Scandinavia is afraid of the cold!"
After a while, the dance ended, and I admired the photos in the camera. The same red sun turned out to be as smooth as water waves and as sharp as the tip of a knife. I finally took the photo I wanted. Later, I posted this set of pictures online, which caused a sensation in the community.On the way out of the polar circle, I watched the sun sink a little and stared into her eyes again(start night vision goggles).
That night in Alaska, we were sitting at the end of Highway in A Point, admired at the stars. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, and I asked, "Are you being bullied by them again? Don't be afraid, I'm here!" She lifted her head, the moonlight faded away the mud on her face, and her blue eyes were shining with silver, which was simply beautiful. "Don't go to the other side, stay with me, okay?" A few days ago, the eldest lady from the east coast of the ocean caught my eye. , higher penetration, faster loading, and better frontal protection. I secretly sent an application to the TKX family, and they sent the bill for Type90Fuji. It seems that this matter was discovered by 90120. Looking at the price of Type90Fuji, which is as high as 70 USD, and then looking at the hard-won 90120 in my arms, I stared at the latter's blue eyes. She was so charming and profound.
A year later, our child CV 9050 was born. Although it is said to be our child, it is actually what we all expected, whether it is those 9040B or 9040C.
That night under the stars, I chose to hug 90120 tightly. Bringing her from the darkness to the light and then pushing her to the bottom of the well is something I, a citizen of the great Kingdom of Sweden, cannot do. That day, she also asked me a question:
"How far do you think we are from death every time?"
I thought for a while and answered:
"one Twenty-fourth between earth and moon."
She smiled and repeated
 "Um,
 one Twenty-fourth between earth and moon"
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