"Comrade, are you looking for me?"
A gentle voice like the warm wind of late spring came from behind.
Xu Jiarong turned around, took off her sunglasses, and was slightly startled when she saw the ghost's appearance. It was not as tragic as she imagined.
He was in his forties or fifties, wearing a half-worn military coat, with a pale complexion and a messy beard under his chin. On the bridge of his slightly red nose, he wore round-framed glasses with a broken leg connected with a rope.
"Comrade, are you looking for me?"
The ghost had a gentle smile on his face.
Face comes from the heart, this is a quiet and peaceful person.
"I, I'm here to help you, what do you want?"
Xu Jiarong calmed down and said softly.
The ghost looked at Xu Jiarong for a while, shook his head with a smile, and walked towards the crack.
After finally seeing someone, how could he just let them go like this? Xu Jiarong immediately said: "Brother, it's 2018 now."
The ghost's body froze while walking. After about ten seconds, he slowly turned around and stared at Xu Jiarong's jacket with a pair of cloudy eyes. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "Why are the clothes you are wearing so strange? It turns out so many years have passed.”
After pausing for a few seconds, the ghost said again: "What's going on with the country? It's still blocked. Can the people afford to eat? The hydrogen bomb, uh, you probably don't know about this."
Xu Jiarong felt a pang in her heart as she looked at this ghost that had been floating in the underground river for who knows how many years under the Gobi Desert.
"It has been 40 years since the reform and opening up. Our country's economic strength has ranked second in the world, second only to the United States. Many people have suffered from high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high blood lipids, and obesity because of their good life. As for what you said The hydrogen bomb was successfully developed fifty-one years ago."
The ghost's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over, grabbed Xu Jiarong's hand with excitement, and asked questions.
When I learned about the country's achievements, I said it was "worth it".
Xu Jiarong also learned from the ghost's story that the ghost's name was Wu Ming, a scientific researcher who silently contributed to the first-generation national defense industry. During an operation to search for special ores, he fell into an underground river.
"If you really want to help me, just take me home."
Wu Ming looked to the east, with longing in his eyes.
"good"
Xu Jiarong nodded in agreement.
She is full of respect for the scientists who have made contributions to this country and have been floating in the underground river for decades.
"Wait a minute"
Chu Feng appeared on one side.
Xu Jiarong and Wu Ming turned their heads at the same time. The expression on Xu Jiarong's face was one of joy, while the expression on Wu Ming's face was one of surprise.
"His soul is weak and will automatically disintegrate if he is far away from here. Let Pindao help him replenish some Yin Qi first."
After Chu Feng finished speaking, he waved his fingers lightly. Gray gas overflowed from his fingers and entered Wu Ming's body.
A golden immortal cast the spell in person, and the effect was obvious. In less than two breaths, Wu Ming's body became extremely solid.
"My memory has become so clear, and that hazy feeling is gone."
Wu Ming's face showed joy.
Chu Feng smiled and released his brilliance, carrying Wu Ming and Xu Jiarong through space and arriving at a dilapidated community.
"here it is?"
Wu Ming looked at the unfamiliar place with doubts in his eyes.
Chu Feng reached out and pointed. Twenty steps away, sitting on a bench under a willow tree with green branches hanging like a curtain, was an extremely thin, white-haired, wrinkled old man with dull eyes. woman.
"she is?"
Wu Ming stared at the old woman for a long time. There was no face in his memory that overlapped with this face.
"Pindao found her according to the bloodline index. She is your daughter."
Chu Feng said softly.
"daughter?"
The image of his daughter's face became clear in Wu Ming's mind. It was a delicate, dignified face, completely different from the senile, lifeless old woman in front of him.
"Pindao checked her memory. She is a good person. Over the past 20 years, most of the money she earned has been donated to various charities and poor people. Not long ago, she really had no money and rejected several donors. I was so insulted by the other party on the phone that I completely collapsed."
Chu Feng had a look of emotion on his face.
Another good man, another tragedy.
"Where is her, her descendants?"
Wu Ming asked with a trembling voice.
"See for yourself"
Chu Feng stretched out his finger and pointed on Wu Ming's head, inputting the old woman's experiences in the second half of her life.
Pictures appeared in Wu Ming's mind.
The first scene is a deep winter season, with heavy snow falling in the sky. A delicate and dignified young woman is standing outside the yurt, reading a letter and shedding tears. His expression was full of helplessness and desolation.
In the second scene, a middle-aged woman is taking care of a paralyzed man, her movements and behavior are very gentle.
In the third scene, a middle-aged woman with a little white temples stood in a daze in front of a portrait.
In the fourth scene, a middle-aged woman holds an envelope stuffed with a small amount of money and walks out of a factory with a sad look on her face.
In the fifth scene, the middle-aged woman is a little older. Several people took the money from her hand and thanked her profusely.
In the sixth scene, a middle-aged woman is selling snacks on the roadside and is chased by the urban management.
In the seventh scene, an elderly woman received an official award and stood on a high platform to speak. When she returned home, many people called her asking for money, and her face was full of sadness.
In the eighth scene, all kinds of unpleasant curses came from the phone. The elderly woman was sitting on an old sofa with a look of death on her face.
"This is my daughter's life!"
Wu Ming couldn't believe what he saw.
"When I was twenty-two, I went to Inner Mongolia and returned when I was thirty-three. My husband was paralyzed. I took care of him for fifteen years. My husband passed away. I was laid off at the age of forty-nine. I sold snacks for a living. Since I had no offspring, most of the money I earned was donated. She was a good person when she went out and suffered phone abuse at the age of seventy-four and collapsed."
Chu Feng briefly introduced the old woman's life.
"It's my fault, it's my fault. If I were still alive, she wouldn't be like this in her life."
Wu Ming's face was full of self-blame.
Suddenly, the old woman got up from the bench and walked towards the entrance of the community in a daze.
Chu Feng followed behind with Ghost and Xu Jiarong.
Half an hour later, by a sparkling lake, the old woman stood motionless, as if she wanted to jump off.
"don't want"
Wu Ming rushed to stop him.
Chu Feng was faster than him and took him directly to a forest.
Wu Xuefang, who was feeling dizzy, opened her eyes and saw a young and good-looking Taoist priest, an extremely beautiful woman, and a man in a military coat who lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly.
"Did you save me?"
"Xiao Xue"
Wu Ming raised his head and softly called Wu Xueru's nickname.
"You?" Wu Xuefang looked at Wu Ming doubtfully, and after a while, she said in a trembling voice: "You, are you the father?"
"It's me, Xiaoxue, dad is late"
Wu Ming hung his head in shame.
