Manual of Space-Time Interference

In fact, it doesn't make sense, at least in Yan Hongchang's heart. It stands to reason that people who usually come to talk to dialects, if they don't have any other skills, will definitely hit max if they only have tea-drinking skills.

This man in black is a bit silly, but after thinking about it, there are still many doubts. This time, there are not many things brought back by the dialect. The inspection and sampling can be completed in such an hour, so why is the doll still in good condition? Lossless?

Routines increase favorability? At the same time take the opportunity to test? Or take the opportunity to knock those...

Yan Hongchang shook his head, looked at the door of the ward in front of him, and put all these boring thoughts out of his mind, and he would not think about the rest. After all, he is now the boss of the dialect, and Not the former director of national security.

"Crack..."

A slight voice sounded, and the dialect who was still sitting at the desk looking at the computer turned his head instantly, looked at the familiar figure in front of the door, and shouted directly, "Old Yan, come!"

"You're in good spirits, it looks like you've had a good life recently!" Yan Hongchang smiled, pulled out a chair and sat beside Dialect.

"Not bad wool, my life is bleak, I want to eat chicken, they stewed me a medicated chicken, I want to eat some skewers, they are all light skewers, my mouth is about to fade out. "The dialect replied with a sullen mouth.

"Okay, okay, you can't eat chicken anymore!" Yan Hongchang waved his hand, then pointed to the gray computer screen.

"It's okay!" Fang Yan glanced at him, spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Well, is there anything else that needs to be arranged? If not, we will go back to the base now." Yan Hongchang looked at the empty ward, looked at the dialect and nodded before slowly standing up.

"By the way, Lao Yan, when will you be playing this game?" Fang Yan asked, walking beside Yan Hongchang step by step on crutches.

"I don't know how to play, but I know a little bit about it!" Yan Hongchang replied with a smile, watching the elevator lights come on, he stepped in with the dialect, and at the same time handed a document in his hand to the dialect, "This is The doctor gave me the precautions for the next period of time."

"I can't do strenuous exercise, this is okay, and it's okay to avoid alcohol, but I don't want to be spicy, so let's forget it, let me say it..." Fang Yan shook his head and handed the document back to Yan Hongchang's hand. .

"It's not a problem to relax a little, but if you want to recover early, you should follow this. After all, it's not long before your next time of crossing." Yan Hongchang said, stuffing the documents into the briefcase again.

"Okay, but you can get me a roast chicken first at night." Fang Yan nodded after listening to Yan Hongchang's words, and walked up to the car door that was opened.

"What, want to eat chicken?" Yan Hongchang joked, patting the driver's seat with his hand.

"Almost, isn't surviving just thinking about good luck and eating chicken at night?" Dialect said and laughed.

"Okay!" Yan Hongchang nodded, then became a little more serious, and talked about the things arranged above, "Tell me something, the think tank above has been arguing for a long time, but due to the lack of information, we cannot give There are particularly effective measures, so prepare yourself mentally.”

"No, isn't this my own life..."

"No, it's still the old saying, life is the main thing, the head of these four words told me three times..." Yan Hongchang replied.

"Say important things three times, right?" Fang Yan laughed as he listened.

"That's pretty much what it means. In the following words, maybe the only thing that can be considered a requirement is to take a look at the events in that world from a distance." Yan Hongchang continued,

"This is okay, it's not a big problem, and the power armor also has detection equipment." Dialect nodded and pondered and replied.

"Then, you can go wherever it is safe, even deep in the mountains and forests." Yan Hongchang continued, "Of course, if you have that condition in a safe situation, you can also do what you can do yourself. matter."

"Okay, but if it's the last time I crossed directly to the battlefield, I can't do anything about it." Fang Yan spread his hands, looked at his left leg still in plaster, and sighed helplessly.

"It's up to you, to put it bluntly, we don't have too rigid requirements for your crossing. Everything needs to be implemented based on the premise that you can survive." Yan Hongchang said slowly, waiting for the car to stop slowly. After getting off, he opened the door and walked out.

"By the way, don't worry about that investigator's affairs, this matter has been resolved." Yan Hongchang tilted his head abruptly and said to the dialect.

"Yeah! I know, it's not a big problem, you guys are still very human." Fang Yan said with a grin, shook his head with a smile, and followed Yan Hongchang's footsteps to the front.

"Brother Li, good afternoon!"

"Sister Zhang, how have you been recently!"

"..."

Dialect kept saying hello to the staff who came and went, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious. Slowly, he followed Yan Hongchang into the room where he had been staying before, and leaned comfortably against it. on the sofa,

"It feels good to go home. You can take a look at these documents of your promotion and the general speculation about the next world in the future." Yan Hongchang said with a look of enjoyment at the dialect, and took the official document. Several documents in the bag were taken out.

"Promotion?" Fang Yan took out the promotion document on the table, looked at the lieutenant colonel rank above, and shook his head with a smile.

"This time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you should have no reason to refuse." Yan Hongchang replied with a smile, picked up the teapot next to him, poured out two cups of tea, and pushed it in front of Dialect.

"Well, it's okay." Fang Yan put down the promotion document again, took a sip from the teacup, looked at the date on the electronic clock and said slowly, "Old Yan, I'm going home in a week's time. ,You know."

"Well, it's already arranged." Yan Hongchang said, put down the teacup in his hand, then patted the dialect on the shoulder, sighed and said, "It's almost time, I still have some things to deal with, there are some things to do at night. A dinner party to celebrate your safe return, if you need anything else, ask the logistics staff to help you."

"Well, walk slowly." Fang Yan nodded and replied, his heart was also filled with a burst of warmth. Looking at Yan Hongchang who got up and left, he slowly took out the doll in his pocket.

"Crack..."

With a slight noise, Yan Hongchang looked at the wooden door that he had closed, and slowly walked downstairs, thinking about the expression of the dialect just now, and shook his head involuntarily...

Since ancient times, deep feelings cannot be retained, only routines can win people's hearts...