"Mom, why hasn't Dad come home yet when he's in the south?" A chubby three-year-old boy looked at the stars in the night and suddenly asked curiously.
"He will be back soon, let's wait a few more days!" A beautiful young woman in a white down jacket patiently answered her son's questions, and then wanted to divert his attention, pointing. The Orion stars in the southern night sky said softly:
"Come and see tomorrow, Sanxing is here to celebrate the New Year! Make a wish for your father to come back soon..."
"Can the gods hear me when I make a wish?"
"Maybe you can hear it!"
With a sweet and gratified smile on her face, Han Yuting observed her son's every move. She saw him looking at the starry sky cutely, his big eyes seeming to shine with the light of the stars in the Milky Way.
The cool breeze ruffled her long hair. Han Yuting touched her son's trembling hands and said worriedly: "The night wind on the pond is so cold. We should go home and tell grandma a story." "
"Well, okay! Grandma, here I come!" The little boy broke away from his mother's hand and ran happily to the house on the other side of the fish pond.
Not long after the little boy ran into the hut, he saw his grandmother clutching her chest and moaning in pain on the bed. Yan Ming, who was beside him, was busy packing his things and preparing to start his electric car to take Han Yun to the city for a CT examination.
"Mom, come back quickly, grandma is sick!" The little boy stood at the door, looking at his mother from a distance and shouting.
After hearing the news, Han Yuting ran back to the living room on the first floor in panic and saw her mother, wearing a thick coat, sitting behind an electric car, preparing to leave with her father.
"Ting'er, your father and I are going to the city to be hospitalized for a few days. You stay at home first and don't worry about us!" Han Yun relieved the pain, revealed a pale face, looked at his daughter and grandson and ordered.
On a cold winter night, Han Yuting stood on the frosty roadside, holding her son in her arms and watching them go away for a long time. A four-wheel electric vehicle drove quickly into the distance and soon disappeared into the open fields.
In the dead of night, after Han Yuting put her son to sleep in the bedroom on the second floor, she stood in front of the window and looked up at the stars for a long time, silently praying to God, hoping that her mother's condition would not be too serious.
She turned around and came to the dressing table in the bedroom. She looked at her sweet and delicate figure in the mirror. Her big, clear eyes flashed under her slender eyebrows, and tears fell from her eyelids in an instant.
"How wonderful it would be if people didn't have birth, old age, sickness and death!"
She looked at herself carefully, and she didn't seem to have changed much compared to when she was twenty. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing a shy smile, and then she lay on the bed and fell asleep.
This night, she had a strange dream:
She followed a group of archaeological explorers to an underground cave in Tibet. They stood on the edge of the cliff and looked toward the faint canyon in the distance, where row upon row of stalactites and stone pillars appeared.
Suddenly, she found that all her teammates were gone, and she was alone with fear in her heart. She followed the mysterious call and came to the foot of a towering tree.
A beam of holy light shone down from the top, covering her whole body, and then quickly rose to the top of the giant tree like a skyscraper elevator.
"This is the eternal sacred tree left by ancient civilization, which the Chinese call Fusang!"
A woman with white wings descended from the sky, her whole body shrouded in a white spherical glow of consciousness. She danced her elegant figure and walked gracefully and slowly to Han Yuting.
"Who are you? Why did I come to this place?" Han Yuting looked at her in front of her in confusion, as if looking at herself in the mirror, with a face full of surprise.
"You are me, and I am you!"
The woman with two feathers brought Han Yuting to the end of the tree, "This tree symbolizes the eternity of life. There are nine sun birds perched on it, and the tenth bird lives on the top of the tree where you and I are standing!" "
"Then why did I come to this place? What's strange is that I have any connection with you?" Han Yuting's body was wrapped in a layer of white light, and her heart was filled with the experience of sacredness and freedom.
"The tenth Sun Bird comes from the distant Pleiades galaxy, which was once our hometown."
The angelic and beautiful woman looked at Han Yuting with a hint of sadness and said expectantly.
"Looking for the eternal tree and solving the eternal mystery are your eternal beliefs on earth."
In the blink of an eye, Han Yuting saw her whole body radiating with light, spreading her white wings, flying towards the bird-like battleship floating in the sky, and finally they disappeared high in the sky.
A week later, Han Yuting came to Xiantao People's Hospital and learned from her father that her mother had breast cancer. She stayed at her mother's bed day and night, taking care of her food, clothing, and daily life.
The winter sun shines through the ward window and onto the white sheets. Han Yuting took a nap close to the bedside for a while. She got up and covered her mother with a quilt. Seeing her sleeping mother's face rosy and peaceful, she quietly walked out of the ward and came to the open-air corridor of the hospital.
"Tianyi, are you there?" Han Yuting dialed the phone.
"Yes, honey! How is mom's condition lately? Is the surgery fee enough?"
"My mother had a successful surgery last night, and she still needs to review the chemotherapy a few more times." Han Yuting sobbed slightly, shed tears, and was filled with anxiety. Then she showed a stern face and asked with concern: "To be honest, the company's financial situation We are facing the embarrassment of a serious overdraft. Where did you get the money for my mother's surgery?"
"You don't have to worry about this. I didn't steal it or rob it. I borrowed it from a friend." Pan Tianyi was packing documents in the office, and then showed excitement on his face, "Are you obviously by your side? I want to talk to my son. A few words.”
"I haven't seen you for three years. I'm afraid my son will treat you as a stranger! Now he is playing happily with grandpa!"
Han Yuting complained a few words on the phone, then turned around and looked at the service desk of the nurse station. I saw my father chatting with a familiar person, and my son was also in his arms, greedily chewing happy candies.
"Obviously! Run over here quickly, dad misses you!"
"Hmph, I don't want to talk to my father. I want to play with my two grandpas!"
A three-year-old child was acting coquettishly in Gao Jianhua's arms, which immediately made Director Gao burst into laughter.
"You are such a cute little baby! Go find your mother quickly, or grandpa won't give you candy."
Director Gao's kind face suddenly pretended to be serious. Mingming nodded obediently, stepped on the smooth floor, ran to Han Yuting, and talked on the phone with his father.
"How cute, how happy!" Gao Jianhua looked at Han Yuting, mother and son, and said with emotion.
"Director Gao, thank you for visiting us today."
Yan Ming and Director Gao walked outside the hospital together and guessed with keen intuition: "You must have other important things that you are hiding from me. Can you tell me about it?"
Gao Jianhua frowned slightly, habitually breaking off the twigs beside him and holding them like cigarettes in his mouth.
"A certain Western country's blockade and containment of China is becoming increasingly stringent. From trade wars to technological wars, China is facing a cruel international environment.
As global trade frictions intensify, developed countries have begun to 'close themselves' and develop against globalization. Once the world development situation is determined, China will launch an "internal circulation system" to copy and back up industries in coastal areas to the west. The eastern region will mainly engage in high-end manufacturing, while the central and western regions will engage in mid-to-low-end manufacturing.
Therefore, from the perspective of long-term strategic planning, the central government is preparing to restart the development of the western region for the second time and strengthen the construction of two sets of industrial systems in the east and west. This is related to the safety of the country and the rejuvenation of the nation. "
Yan Ming listened attentively and smiled. He looked at the chewed branches in his old partner's mouth, took out a box of rice flower incense from his pocket, and handed him a pipe, "With the West, our strategy The living space can be expanded infinitely. However, we should not interfere with specific measures for regional development. We have the right to guide construction."
"About the West, a beautiful picture has always appeared in my mind: We build houses inside mountains thousands of meters high, which is equivalent to having a powerful 'protective shield' that even atomic bombs cannot destroy; in high mountains Inside, we build greenhouse agriculture and try soilless planting; coupled with tunnels extending in all directions and high-speed maglev subways, we link various mountains to each other, which creates a huge underground city cluster. "
Gao Jianhua looked at the crowds coming and going in the hospital, blew a puff of smoke into the air, and then danced and traced it in the air.
Then, Director Gao turned around and looked at Yan Ming sincerely, and said a little apologetically, "On behalf of Long Yan, I am preparing to form a national-level archaeological expedition team to enter Sichuan and Tibet to excavate the relics of ancient civilizations. For example, Sanxingdui prehistoric Civilization, it is said that they originated from the ancient Qiang people, and the ancient Qiang people may have originated from the Tibetan Plateau area."
"So, you want Ting'er to join this expedition team?" Yan Ming gave the answer directly.
"That's exactly what I mean. Yu Ting has profound thoughts and grand vision for the exploration of prehistoric civilization. It is most suitable for her to serve as the captain of this archaeological expedition!" Gao Jianhua explained his intention, but felt that the time was not yet ripe.
"It's obvious that he is still too young and needs his mother's company. In addition, Han Yun is ill. Let's restart the Sanxingdui archeology and think about it after a while!" Yan Ming looked at his daughter holding his grandson in the distance and said worriedly.
"Father, Director Gao! What are you talking about?" Han Yuting ran after Mingming, panting, and asked curiously as she passed her father.
"Well, it's nothing. Let's have a casual chat with your father."
"Ting'er, it's like this. The country is preparing to restart the excavation of the Sanxingdui site..."
At this time, Yan Ming picked up his grandson and began to tell the whole story. Then he asked his daughter: "What do you think about going to Sichuan for archeology?"
"Father, Director Gao, it has always been my long-cherished wish to explore prehistoric civilizations and discover ancient myths. However, can you please give me some time to prepare for this?"
"Of course you can. It is expected that the Sanxingdui site will be officially excavated in August 2020. By then, I hope to see you make unprecedented new discoveries!" Director Gao smiled lightly.
"Perhaps, one day in the future, the myths and legends hidden behind the bronze sacred tree will receive the most scientific and perfect interpretation!" Han Yuting bathed in the sun, standing tall and graceful, looking even more extraordinary and confident.
