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I think I can register now, he thought. This may be the time. In addition, he continued his reasoning, if I volunteered, I could choose my own service department. I can choose the air force, maybe I can see some rockets and jets in operation. I can’t comment on the pilot’s commission because I’m not a college student, but I bet I can become a mechanic and work on a rocket plane. Why, maybe I can even manage to send people to Baisha to work on space platforms and satellites. Maybe one day, I will be one of the guys who helped install the first moon rocket!

He found himself excited by the idea. However, he reminded himself that the chance of getting what I want is small. There are many good people in the Air Force, and the chance of myself being sent to a specific place is very small, really small.

Somehow, he knew that if he could not bypass the Rockets, he would not be happy under discipline. He has enough barracks to live in the orphanage, and without some special compensation such as Baisha, his attraction to him is even greater.

Therefore, he has nothing to do for six weeks. He walked outside the current town, along the highway, the morning sun was shining, and the blue sky was shining on him, and he began to feel energetic and ambitious.

Six weeks... six weeks. He is still young and has no contact. Maybe he could hitchhiking to Baisha in time to look around, maybe he found a rocket flying into the sky, and then hitchhiking in time to resume the business of the factory.

The thought flashed in his mind, and he felt his pulsation out of control. Maybe, maybe, his thoughts have increased, maybe you can find a job in Baisha near the field. Maybe they hire civilian staff? Or-maybe if you enlisted there, they would let you serve there?

Suddenly he turned around and started walking quickly back to the city. He would do it, he told himself excitedly. He will do it. Today, he will return, today, collect what he needs, take away the few dollars he has accumulated, and then go.

He repeats the rhythm in his head as he walks. Do it now, if you don't do it now, you will never do it. This is your chance. go. The West is calling. The rocket is calling. Take a break for yourself. go!

He reached the end of the bus line, jumped on the bus, and kept thinking about the idea of ​​racing.

But an hour and a half later, when he stood at the bus terminal, the first excitement disappeared. Now he felt cold. He has taken a rest, packed up some necessities, withdrawn a small amount of cash from the bank, paid the rent six weeks in advance, and bought a ticket on the bus heading west.

He could not afford the entire journey in New Mexico, so he bought hundreds of miles of passage. After that, he will hike and continue to ride his thumb for the rest. He didn't want to turn to charity, so he kept enough funds to keep him in food and lodging when necessary, and maybe take him home.

Before boarding the bus, Li Huai hesitated. Is he just daydreaming? Does it prove that an indifferent life is too indifferent to the hope of ordinary young people? Will Bai Sha be disappointed? Will he regret this mistake?

He hesitated, then shook his head angrily, as if to drive away the thought, he got on the bus, put the light suitcase full of light on the shelf on the empty seat, and sat down. He would refuse to give up his vision. He will see this.

The horn honked, two or three passengers got on the bus, the driver threw the clutch in, and the bus drove to the terminal, along the long dusty west road.

2. White sand or red?

The bus trip from Missouri is over, time has passed. There were two hot days through Kansas. Standing on the side of a lonely road, cars were whizzing by, strong sunlight passed over the flat green plains, and insects were alive with the endless wheat fever. Li Huai must always keep going south, south and west, and drive off when the car heads down that road. Traveling through Oklahoma, acting with the thumb, sometimes an eastern tourist heading to California, sometimes a tired rancher or oil worker, short trips to his home or town, sometimes a boring truck The driver is anxious for someone to talk to him. On a long journey.

The closer he gets to the goal, the more excited he is. When Oklahoma's oil fields and gray land began to turn to the green flats of Panhandle, Texas, he became reticent and more intense. Finally, one morning, when he jumped out of Amarillo and shared the high front seat of a giant trailer bound for El Paso, he was almost silent. Then, all of a sudden, when the road crossed the invisible border of New Mexico, he began to speak. The sudden calm invaded his nerves. He talked with the driver about going home and exchanged comments on the matter in the news. His eyes were always evaluating the land.

There is a barren land, because the vast desert, flat rocks and sparse desert green overgrown land, now in a good grass, where you can see cattle grazing. In the distance, the mountain chain undulates; as the height of the road gradually rises, the air becomes thinner and thinner.

After Roswell took a bite, when he returned to the truck, Li Bai knew that he was at the last moment. After the next stop, he will reach his destination. However, when mentioning Alamogordo, the driver had to talk about the atomic bomb, because that was the town, and it first saw the birth of the eerie fire that was destined to change the world.

"Have you seen one of those explosions?" Li Badi asked quietly.

"Yes." The driver said slowly. "Guess you can say that. I didn't actually see the thing itself, but one morning I saw a dazzling light when I put it down in Alamogordo. One glance. You know the explosion is also very far away; they won't They launch things. I want to see one of the rockets rise. They always shoot at the white sands, but I think you must do this, but they won’t let tourists hang out.”

"No visitors?" Li Huai asked uncomfortably.

"No, that's all top secret stuff. Now, they are operating those satellite projects, which is even more so. Maybe they let some reporters in on some special occasions, or some senior officials with permission from Washington, but nothing else People can enter. You can't even let the talk there be too much. You will see many of these people during your vacation in Las Cruces on Saturday night, but they just don't discuss it."

"How far is Baisha from Las Cruces?" Li Bad asked.

"Oh, it's not too far, maybe thirty miles. However, the test field is already in the desert. This is part of the Holloman Aviation Development Center. Over the years, the center has occupied a lot of this area in the Tula Rosa Basin. Class space. If you don’t pass, you can’t even see it, but I hope that when one of the big rockets that hit the hard hit falls, they may be deceived. They always shoot in the test to make them more Come bigger. You can't tell me they always know where they are going!"

They passed Alamogordo, drove more than an hour through the silence of the desert, and suddenly they came to Las Cruces. The truck stopped, Li Biao got out with a suitcase in his hand. The city does not seem to realize its unique position on the historical map of the world.

Li Huai struggled **** the street until he found a small hotel within his power. He has a room that was washed during the journey and washed his clothes. He put on a pair of sturdy khaki work pants without wasting any pants. He correctly believed that this suit was more suitable for hitchhiking than a hitchhiking suit. By the time he went downstairs, the night had collapsed.

He took a bite of his meal, walked around the town, and went back to sleep. The long day bored him.

The next day, he walked through the town, looked around, and asked questions about how to get to Baisha. He found that the truck driver's suggestion was correct. Visitors can't watch it at all. All of these are top-secret things and only legal personnel can enter.

He found an Air Force recruitment office, walked in, and talked with the responsible sergeant. Li Huai began to fear the idea that in the end, he might have to return to his hometown and work in the factory. He is so attentive to the Rockets that he cannot admit that he has failed now.

The Air Force man confirmed the usual news. Li Badi urged him that if he signed up for this service in Las Cruces, he would not have a great chance of being sent there. The sergeant smiled.

"Well, it's possible, but it may need to do something. You join the Air Force and let us train you to do a good job. If you say you want to be a jet and rocket technician, then maybe you will be assigned here. But there are a lot of men dedicated You may not have a workstation, but if you want to work for it, for example, after a year of persuasion, you can apply for transfer to Baisha; this may be because you can get it. But there is no guarantee, no guarantee. If the troops are in other The place needs you more, it must be it. Why not sign up and try?"

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