Manual of Space-Time Interference

"sit!"

Yan Hongchang looked down at the document and raised his head, looked at the dialect at the door, and pointed to the chair opposite.

Dialect closed the door, walked over, pulled out the chair a little, and sat on it.

"Let's not talk about appointments first, let's talk about it!" Yan Hongchang said, pushing the document aside, placing his hands on the table.

If he had given up his identity as the director of the National Security Bureau, he might be like a talkative middle-aged man he met in the park.

"Let's have a chat, then." Fang Yan said, looking around, "No one chats these days, it's really boring."

"What do you plan to do in the future?" Yan Hongchang asked.

"Let's live, what else can I do? I used to think about graduating from Beijing University, enjoying life and doing things I like to do, but now, that's all."

Dialect spread out his hands and leaned back on the chair.

"No one you like? Are you planning to be single for the rest of your life?"

"…"

Dialect looked black, looked at Yan Hongchang, and then said leisurely, "It's good to be single, I've been single for 20 years, but I'm not used to finding a girlfriend."

"Find one early." Yan Hongchang said, looking at the somewhat silent dialect, he also sighed in his heart.

20 years old, the age of weak crown, was originally in the Mood for Love, the youth of peach and plum, the most splendid and colorful age in my life, now...

"I don't want to look for it, you know..."

Dialect hesitated, feeling inexplicably dry in his throat, and finally smiled bitterly.

"Stop talking about this." Yan Hongchang shook his head secretly, his tone slowed down, "There is a kind of dream called Huaxia Dream, you are familiar with it!"

Dialect nodded, and the body that was leaning against the back of the chair also stood up and said, "If it wasn't for Huaxia Dream, I might not be here now."

"That's right, if it wasn't for Huaxia Dream, I wouldn't be here." Yan Hongchang smiled, "Then I won't explain Huaxia Dream to you."

He paused and said slowly, "Everyone of us, or everyone in Huaxia, is supporting this dream and climbing up at a slow and steady speed."

"And now, you stand out from it and add a boost to this dream, just like the materials you brought back."

Looking at the dialect and nodding, Yan Hongchang continued, "To put it more cruelly, how long this rapid rise will last depends on how long you can live!"

Dialect was a little stunned and a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, this statement really makes sense.

My own journey through time and space is uncertain, the Qing Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the unknown past, the end of the greenhouse, 1937…

These are all places that I have been to, there is a past and a future, but the next time and space I travel through is unknown.

Maybe it's the known past, or maybe it's the unknown future. If it's peaceful, then it's better to say, if there's war...

Dialect laughed at himself. His life is now out of his hands. Life or death depends on whether God is happy.

I am happy, throw myself into peaceful ancient times or the future, and I am unhappy, throw myself into the outbreak of a nuclear war, it is not impossible...

…

Silence, began to spread in this conference room, solidified...

"Let's change the topic, dialect, do you know what salvation is?" Yan Hongchang said, pulling the dialect out of his thoughts.

"It should be to save others from dangerous situations, right?"

Yan Hongchang smiled and said, "Yes, not all."

Dialect raised his head, looked at Yan Hongchang in front of him, and waited for his next explanation.

"Saving people, saving the world, saving the country... These all belong to saving others in a broad sense." Yan Hongchang paused, "We often talk about saving or aid, but the real saving is saving ourselves."

Dialect was stunned for a while, and murmured thoughtfully, "Save yourself..."

"It is better to save yourself than to save others, that is, to save yourself, your life, and your humanity."

"We can only help you, in this time and space." Yan Hongchang looked at the dialect and smiled, "We can give you the best training, your best equipment, and the best medical care, but, in time travel After that, it's all up to you."

Yan Hongchang stood up, bowed slightly to the dialect, and said, "As a former soldier, I admire everything you have done in the last time and space."

"But as a director of national security and a member of Huaxia, I hope that you don't choose these paths of life and death." Yan Hongchang did not sit down, but continued, "You may not know how important you are."

"Every time you travel in time and space now, it affects every move of our country! More appropriately, many plans that have been planned will change with you..." Yan Hongchang sighed.

Dialect nodded heavily, looking at Yan Hongchang in front of him, the former soldier, now the director of national security...

"Your journey will not be lonely. You must know that there are many people behind you, including me, your father, and this country!" Yan Hongchang said solemnly.

"I know, I've always known that I'm not alone..." Dialect said softly.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore." Yan Hongchang smiled, then his face became straight, and the atmosphere of the entire conference room instantly changed from heavy to solemn.

"Order!" Yan Hongchang picked up the document next to him, looked at the dialect and shouted.

Dialect stood up immediately and looked at Yan Hongchang in front of him. He knew that his appointment would be issued soon.

"Establish a special action team under the Central Military Commission! Under the direct jurisdiction of the Central Military Commission!"

"The head of the special action team - Yan Hongchang!"

"Team Code - Spread Your Wings!"

"Appoint the rank of major in Dialect!"

"Dialect Code-Hero!"

After Yan Hongchang finished speaking, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked squarely at the young man in front of him, this child, waiting for his answer.

"I don't want this code name." Dialect said stubbornly, he didn't want to be a hero, the pronoun of death.

"I also said that this code name is not suitable for you, but the chief told me a few words, and I will pass it on to you now." Yan Hongchang replied, looking at the dialect in front of him, and saying what the chief told him...

"The word hero can be infinitely large or infinitely small."

"From the actual situation, 'walker' may be a more suitable dialect, but after thinking about it, I still use the word 'hero'."

"Be cruel, maybe in the next time and space travel, he will die in some unknown time and space, alone!"

"He has put a pair of wings on the development of Huaxia. Although it is said that the existence of dialects cannot be exposed, he has become a hero of Huaxia. Although he is nameless, although his wings may be broken at any time."

"However, I hope that this code name that accompanies him will let Dialect know that he has always been a hero. No matter life or death, at least in our eyes, he has become a hero."

"I only hope that, in the end, he will be his hero, a living hero, a fighter of destiny..."

"This is a kind of hope and an encouragement..."

…

After speaking slowly, Yan Hongchang looked at the dialect and asked softly, "Have you decided?"

Dialect was silent for a while, then took over the document in Yan Hongchang's hand, and also took over the responsibility that belongs to him...