Chapter 447 Ten Mile Long Street

The next day.

January 8th.

The news that made countless Chinese people shed tears spread throughout Kyushu.

Countless people stopped in the streets, schools, factories, and fields, at a loss and unable to believe their ears.

Weeping and mourning filled the streets and alleys. On this day, 9.6 million square kilometers of land were wet.

The courtyard suddenly became empty. It was usually very lively with people coming and going, but now it was empty and desolate. The Lin family's parents haven't been home for three days. Lin Huaizhou also put on his military uniform after hearing the broadcast, and went out on crutches with red eyes.

Countless wreaths were placed under the Monument to the Heroes, and no one on the ten-mile-long street did not wear mourning.

Lin Nianhe, dressed in black, placed a handful of white silk flowers under the monument.

This bouquet was made by her. She is really not good at handicrafts. The flowers look a bit crude, as if they were made of cardboard with petals attached and then stamens glued on, and finally gathered into a flower shape.

But she still chose to put the bouquet of flowers under the monument. Because the white "cardboard" is made of photos covered with white paper, and those photos are all beautiful and clear color photos, including the J-20, the year of 1997, the Olympics, the Shenzhou V launch, and Chang'e landing on the moon. ...The "stamens" are made from grains, which are grains that have been improved and cultivated over decades.

"Later, we could quarrel for three days and three nights over sweet tofu bread and salty tofu bread. Sweet rice dumplings and meat rice dumplings were also lifelong enemies... Our aunt even talked about it with the guys on Wall Street, and the capital bosses were also enemies. But it’s the power of the masses.”

"Later, we no longer need to take a three-day train from the capital to Heilongjiang Province. The high-speed train takes five or six hours, and two hours by plane is enough. If it is an airline from Qilu, it will probably be faster."

"Later... we also encountered some difficulties later, but we won in the end."

"Sir, you should have seen all of this."

Lin Nianhe didn't say these words aloud, just like the photos covered with paper.

She wiped the tears from her face and looked at the people around her with hazy eyes.

She didn't know if there were other time-travelers like her, but she believed that if there were, they must all be here and talking similar words to her.

"Sir, the begonias in the West Flower Hall bloom every year... China is prosperous, as you wish."

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When Lin Nianhe returned home, Lin's father and mother were still not there, but Lin Huaizhou had returned.

He was a sick person after all. He had been out for three days and was now sitting on the sofa with a pale face. Except for his red eyes, there was no trace of blood anywhere else.

Lin Nianhe took off his coat and went to wash his hands. He quickly took the medical kit and came over to change Lin Huaizhou's dressing.

Lin Huaizhou's wounds were torn in several places. The blood soaked into the gauze, solidified again, and stuck to the flesh. Lin Nianhe poured a bowl of hot water, dipped gauze in the water, and dissolved the hard gauze little by little.

"You don't have to work so hard, just tear it open." Lin Huaizhou opened his eyes tiredly and looked into his sister's rabbit eyes. He asked, "Are you okay? It's cold outside and the wind has been blowing for so long. Don't get sick."

"I'm fine." Lin Nianhe's voice was a little hoarse, still choked with sobs.

Lin Huaizhou pressed his eyebrows. He was worried that Lin Nianhe would be overly grieved, so he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, you told Uncle Huang a few days ago that you came back early because of the most important thing. What was it?"

Lin Nianhe's hands paused and his eyes became wet again.

She lowered her eyes and said softly: "It's done."