Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dialect, it's getting dark!"

Yan Hongchang came over from a distance, sighed, and stood aside looking at the dialect sitting on the ground.

"Yeah! It's getting dark..." Dialect sat in front of the stone wall, looked at the names on it, and sighed.

"Brothers, let's go!" He said solemnly, lifted the wine bottle on the ground, turned the bottle upside down, and threw all the wine on the ground...

"Let's go!" Fang Yan stood up, turned his head to look at Yan Hongchang next to him and said, and then staggered forward, he just wanted to get drunk, but he also knew that he couldn't get drunk yet.

"Ugh!"

Yan Hongchang sighed and turned his head to look at the huge stone wall behind him. This was the mourning site of the Holocaust Memorial Hall.

With a slight bow, Yan Hongchang turned around and walked in the direction where Dialect left. He had just come over from Beijing on a fighter jet, and then drove all the way to this place.

He received the news from Ling Ya, and he probably knew where the dialect went last time, but he didn't expect that it was at the cruelest time and place.

……

"Do you know?" Fang Yan looked out the car window and murmured, "I really can't save them, I can't save them..."

There was a hint of choking in his tone. At this time, the dialect was like a child, lonely and helpless. In the last time and space, he had always controlled his emotions very well, because he was afraid.

He is afraid of his emotional breakdown, he is afraid of his own death, he is afraid of many things, so he wants to make himself look strong and strong, at least, before his death, the hearts of the brothers will not be scattered...

And now, he has left, and the tight strings in his heart can no longer be tightened. He has gone through a lot, but he is still young, still a child...

"How many people died and how much did you save." Yan Hongchang said, "Even if you save one more person from the inside, that's one person!"

Yan Hongchang's words were loud. Looking at the dialect next to him, he knew that this drum could be played, but he had to use a heavy hammer. He still didn't know how heavy the burden would be on his shoulders in the future...

Dialect turned his head, his bloodshot eyes stared straight at Yan Hongchang, a **** aura emanated from his body, and shouted hysterically, "What do you know, you will never know..."

"Snapped!"

Five finger prints appeared on Fang Yan's face. He was stunned. Looking at Yan Hongchang next to him, he was stunned.

"I know that my eldest son died on the battlefield." Yan Hongchang said, "I told him after he set foot on this road, don't regret it if you chose this road, and now, I also A word for you."

"This path has been chosen by you. Whether you want to go on or not, you can only go on. Whether you live or die, it's all up to you. You can do as much as you can, and don't be too greedy."

After Yan Hongchang said these words seriously, he leaned his head on the seat, "You know what? I used to be greedy. I thought my son could make a fortune. Now, I just want him to live well..."

"Yeah, I'm too greedy..." Fang Yan was silent for a while, and said bitterly, that slap really woke him up.

In 1937, for him, he was just a passerby after all, and he had done everything he could do...

"Wait a minute, take a good bath when you go back, eat something, don't think about anything, and have a good sleep." Yan Hongchang said, although the dialect seemed to have energy, it couldn't hide the deep tiredness between his brows. .

"Everything will be discussed tomorrow." Yan Hongchang thought about it and said.

"Okay!" Fang Yan nodded and spit out a word, "I want to go home and see my father. I think, I probably won't see him for a long time."

Yan Hongchang nodded. He hadn't thought about this issue at first. If it wasn't brought up in dialect, he would probably take him directly to Yanjing tomorrow.

"Okay, go home tomorrow!" Yan Hongchang looked at the dialect and said, "But time is short, you know, you can't do much in a month..."

"Yeah!" Fang Yan replied, turning his head to look out the window, the blood in his eyes began to slowly dissipate, but the smell of gunpowder smoke on his body would last for a long, long time...

He knows that in the future, he will experience countless challenges, and this war may be just the beginning...

……

Maybe it was because he subconsciously thought that he was still on that battlefield. Dialect slept very lightly, and was awakened several times in the middle, but he finally fell asleep.

"goodbye……"

As if saying goodbye to 1937 in a dream, two tears appeared from his eyes, which flowed down his cheeks and soaked the pillow under his head.

No one bothered him. He didn't wake up until the next day when he reached the third pole. He wiped the dry tears on his face. Looking at his own era, a smile finally appeared on his face.

Packing up his things, in fact, there is nothing to pack. He put on the casual clothes that Guoan prepared for him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He took a shower, looked at the already thin face in the mirror, and smiled bitterly.

After tidying up his appearance, Dialect also walked out of the door and came to the hall below. Yan Hongchang was sitting on the sofa beside him, reading quietly with a newspaper, and there was a pot of tea on the table. .

"Awake?" Yan Hongchang put the newspaper on the table, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea out.

"Yeah!" Dialect picked it up and took a sip, a touch of bitterness wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and then slowly turned into a sweetness.

"I'll go home today, and I'll be back in Yanjing tomorrow," said the dialect.

"Yes! Everything that should be prepared is ready, just waiting for you..." Yan Hongchang said, "When you go home, you and your father don't talk too much about what happened to you. You are now a graduate student of Professor Huang Zhenguo. ."

"Don't be too strict, I'm just a student." Fang Yan said, when he didn't want to go back, there were several bodyguards in black behind him.

"Yesterday was just a special situation, and your affairs will be handled in a low-key manner in the future." Yan Hongchang replied, yesterday was indeed a big deal, but I can't blame them, just because the current identity of the dialect is too important.

The country seems to be peaceful now, but there are turbulent waves in the dark, and any troubles may be detected by some people with intentions.

"Okay, let's go!" Fang Yan put the cup back on the table, stood up, and was about to walk towards the gate.

"Wait, you forgot this!" Yan Hongchang stopped Dialect, took out the box beside him, and said, "Give it to your father!"

Dialect was stunned, took it silently, looked at the health care product in his hand, and said softly, "Thank you!"

He grew up so big, and he really didn't give his father a few times...