Manual of Space-Time Interference

The next morning, on the 14th day of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, it was cloudy with light snow...

Shuimu Garden, a place that has not been mentioned for a long time, but has always been remembered by the dialect, because it can be regarded as a turning point in his life.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you can go in, and you'll get your firearms and equipment back when you come out!" He was still the former security captain of No. 3, and still had the same meticulous work attitude. He looked at the dialect and held the documents in his hand. Send it back again.

"Thank you!"

Dialect took over his certificate, nodded slightly and thanked him, then stepped out of the security booth with the fruit basket in his hand, and walked towards Huang Zhenguo's villa area.

It was the same as before, but the once green environment was dimmed a bit by the bitterness of the winter, and the figures of those old people were less in the fence of the villa, making it even more desolate.

It seems that the captain of the security has informed Professor Huang that the gate of the villa was not closed. Dialect looked at it and smiled, then walked in and took the wooden door with him.

"Good morning, Professor Huang!"

Dialect smiled and said hello to Huang Zhenguo sitting on the sofa, and then handed the fruit in his hand to the aunt next to him.

"Sit down, I didn't expect you to remember me, it's not easy." Huang Zhenguo also brought a kind smile on his face, pointed to the sofa next to him, then poured a cup of tea and pushed it over.

"I can't forget, I can't forget!" Fang Yan waved his hands and said, and sat on the sofa beside him. Looking at Huang Zhenguo at the moment, he couldn't help but sigh.

As I get older, my spirit is no longer as vigorous as it used to be, and my voice is also quieter...

"Why do you remember me, the old man wandering around?" Huang Zhenguo asked jokingly.

"Come and see your old man, after all, you are my guide." Fang Yan replied with a little embarrassment on his face.

"It doesn't matter, I just pushed along the water. The real guide is not me, but your heart." Huang Zhenguo said slowly, then took a sip from the teacup, "Drink some tea, I made it. , but just ordinary tea leaves."

"I drink tea and drink water. There is no difference between good and bad." Dialect replied, also took a sip from the teacup, a little bitter, mixed with a little sweetness.

"How is the situation behind you?" Huang Zhenguo asked, putting his hands on his knees, and said again, "Because of my health, the state does not allow me to participate in further work, so I can only get some general information."

"There are good and bad. Sometimes I almost died, and then I lived again. Sometimes I almost thought I was alive, but I almost died again." Fang Yan sighed, and then told Huang Zhenguo about some interesting things he encountered during his journey. , and those difficult situations...

"Better than I thought, of course, this does not refer to the situation you have experienced." Huang Zhenguo laughed after listening to what the dialect said, and then looked at the somewhat puzzled dialect and explained, "You are still the same you, have your own The idea does not become a machine.”

"It's okay, although I feel that I have changed a lot, but in fact, the change is not too much." Dialect pondered for a while and replied, "The neural circuit of the brain is still not very normal, and then occasionally it will break."

"Haha!" Huang Zhenguo laughed, then shook his head, took a sip from the teacup, and then said again, "Actually, you are doing something right, but something isn't right."

"Well, I know, but that's what I thought at the time, and then I did it." Fang Yan nodded in response, picked up the teapot next to him and filled Huang Zhenguo's teacup again.

"It's not that, what I said is right and wrong is not what you think." Huang Zhenguo said slowly, and after looking at the dialect to himself, he said again, "I've been thinking about one more thing, but I I think I may have a partial answer now."

"What's the matter?" Dialect asked.

"You can probably also feel that you are now a little powerless to correct the timeline." Professor Huang replied, after considering his words, he said again, "From your mouth, the future of the first time crossing can be It is the best era, although the most difficult period has not yet passed, but the people there have begun to move towards a better future and work harder."

"Well, yes!" Dialect nodded and replied.

"However, the technological products you brought back continue to lead to the next mechanical age, biochemical crisis, the third world war, and the situation of nuclear war. I believe you have also considered these issues." Huang Zhenguo said, looking at the situation The dialect without a word of thought continued,

"Then, I was thinking, is it right or wrong that you keep bringing back scientific and technological materials like this, but now I can only say, half right, half wrong." Huang Zhenguo sighed.

"why?"

"Why is New Huaxia developing so rapidly?" Huang Zhenguo asked another question seemingly out of line.

"Because we know that the weak will be beaten!" Dialect replied immediately.

"Then why do we understand this truth?" Huang Zhenguo seemed to have raised another seemingly unrelated question, but the dialect was stunned.

"Because I have experienced it, I remember to remember it hard." Huang Zhenguo sighed, and then slowly explained, "After experiencing natural disasters, you will remain in awe of nature, and after experiencing war, you will understand the value of peace. "

"A civilization's strength is never because of how much military strength he has, nor because of how big a country he has, but because he can stand up again in the midst of suffering, because he can unite in times of disaster!" Huang Zhenguo slowly And said forcefully, then paused, shook his head, and said again, "Actually, I don't want you to bring back any technology products now. Pulling the seedlings to help them grow is not the right way..."

"Then what is the meaning of my transmigration existence?" Dialect asked.

"I don't know~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I used to think that the purpose of your existence is to speed up the rise of our Chinese civilization, but now I can only say one thing, I don't know, no one can know except you." Huang Zhenguo With a sigh, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"I don't know either." Fang Yan smiled bitterly, his eyes full of confusion.

"No, you know, but you never wanted to explore." Huang Zhenguo replied.

"I thought about it, but I really don't understand anything." Fang Yan felt that his mouth was so bitter right now, he thought he was doing the right thing, but now I hear Huang Zhenguo say that what he seems to be doing is really just pulling the seedlings to help the growth .

"Follow your heart, and you can find the answer. No matter what happened in the past, right or wrong, you are the real you now. You can only look towards the future!" Huang Zhenguo said seriously.

"Yes, the current me is the real me, I am still myself, one day, I will find my answer, is it an accident or an ulterior motive..."

Dialect shook his head and smiled, but the smile on his face was still reluctant. He looked at Professor Huang in front of him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief...