When the red hair at the base saw Ling Xiao come up, the expression on his face immediately became very strange. He tried hard to endure it, and after a while he couldn't help but turn his face away, but Rao still felt uncomfortable, and finally buried his head in Bing Can's back, so that Ling Xiao couldn't see his face.
Bing Can was fine originally, but was infected by Hong Mao's actions, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips secretly.
Ling Xiao finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Laugh if you want to! Don't hold back!"
"Pfft, hahaha—" Hong Mao burst into a burst of hearty laughter almost immediately. It seemed unkind to laugh like this on the second day when the country was in crisis, but he really couldn't control himself.
Infected by his laughter, the expressions of the others were different. People with a mild temperament like Nie Yun were more restrained. Fu Yao and Fei Jing were almost gloating.
Ling Xiao knew it would turn out like this, and kept hypnotizing himself that he had seen people who had been around for thousands of years and didn't have the same knowledge as them, but after seeing Hongmao laughing so hard that even tears came out, he still had the urge to go up and strangle him to death. .
Hongmao laughed and fell into Bing Can's shoulders unbearably. It was obviously a depressing and heavy historical truth, but once Ling Xiao participated in anything, it would have the effect of turning tragedy into comedy.
"Speaking of which," Hong Mao finally stopped smiling, "It turns out that the founding marshal was Ying Feng's first generation. We even went to the museum to pay homage to you when we were in Shiji."
"Don't use the word admiration casually, okay?" Ling Xiao despised him.
"The news spread faster than I thought. Everyone should know about this now," Nie Yun was still worried, "I don't know how the public will react."
Fu Yao's subordinates quickly brought first-hand information.
"Report to the marshal and adjutant, good news and... uh, ordinary news."
"Let's talk about the important first."
"There are many people who volunteered to apply to join the military and want to serve the country."
"This is good news," Fu Yao agreed. "What about ordinary news?"
"The part of the people who didn't sign up for the military is now rushing to... shop."
"Shopping?" Fu Yao was very inexplicable, and then he thought, "Because of the war, are you hoarding supplies?"
"No," the subordinate wiped the sweat from his forehead, "after the news was sent, a large number of people poured into the History Museum to buy Missing Stones, and the number is increasing. The entrance of the museum is now crowded, curator... Please ask for instructions. In your opinion, can you send troops to maintain order?"
Crowd: "… "
"The base is busy rebuilding, so there's no one left, let him solve it himself." Fu Yao bluntly refused, his subordinate replied "yes" and hurried away to spread Fu Yao's words.
"Yesterday's National Disaster Day, today's Valentine's Day?" Hong Mao regretted not going to grab a piece earlier, "Unconsciously, Ling Xiao, you have started an industry."
Ling Xiao was wronged, "But I didn't get a penny."
"At least you promoted national consumption." Fu Yao's words of praise sounded like sarcasm.
The group walked out of the hall, and Hongmao asked as he walked, "Ling Xiao, when you come back this time, will you continue to jump to the later time?"
"I don't know, at least I don't feel like I'm going to disappear now," Ling Xiao replied very honestly, "But my wish has been fulfilled, and I have no worries. It's good to be able to see what the future will look like."
Ying Feng glanced at him and said nothing.
"Hey," Ling Xiao whispered while no one was paying attention, "what if I crossed again?"
"Then I will carve a stone for you," Ying Feng replied without hesitation, "I carve one every year, and you dig it out and sell it every time you reach an age, and you will have a lot of money over time."
"That's good," Ling Xiao laughed sillyly, "You mustn't forget it."
The reporters who were reporting on the post-war situation immediately caught up with them when they came out and asked the newly appointed marshal to speak a few words to the public. Fu Yao looked directly at the camera with bright eyes.
"The day just passed was the darkest day in the history of Tiansu, and the audio and video files passed on to everyone must have subverted everyone's cognition."
"But we are Tiansu people, the masters of this land for four thousand years. We have thoughts, wisdom, and emotions that are no different from ordinary people. When we have all of these, we are no longer a machine at the mercy of others. ."
"Loyalty, bravery, and fearless sacrifice, we are endowed with character that has become ingrained in our genes, has grown with us for thousands of years, and will never go away."
Behind him, people are in full swing repairing the most important buildings for Tiansu people. On their faces, they can't see the decadence of their homes being destroyed, but only a look full of fighting spirit for the future.
"I believe that our fellow men will not be knocked down by any difficulty, and that as long as our souls still shine, our spirits will never die."
Fu Yao raised his head, he was short in stature, but tall in figure.
"No matter who created us, we will be the masters of our own destiny. No matter who wants to destroy us, we will have the courage to fight to the end and never back down."
The cameraman couldn't help but throw away the equipment to applaud him. The reporter asked a few more questions of public concern, and then turned the microphone to Ling Xiao.
"As the only person who has witnessed the 4,000-year history of Tiansu, do you have anything to say?"
"This," Ling Xiao is usually quite eloquent, but he doesn't know what to say when he gets to the camera, "I have expressed my true thoughts in the videos I uploaded before, and I am very fortunate to use my own experience to restore the truth of history. …”
He inadvertently swept Ying Feng aside, and suddenly his heart moved, "I also hope that in the future our infants can be correctly taught the meaning of coming-of-age rituals. When we are reincarnated and become infants again, we can stop living in lies. , I look forward to that day.”
"What about you?" After knowing that Ying Feng was the reincarnation of the founding marshal, the reporter even used honorifics, "Do you have anything to say about the Qizi of this life?"
Hongmao and the others knew that Ying Feng was not good at words, and they were all waiting to see his jokes. Ling Xiao couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to say for him, "Aren't you reporting after the war? It's not good to ask such personal questions."
"It's because the atmosphere is too depressing, so we need to find some positive topics to give people confidence." The reporter replied confidently.
And Ying Feng, who is "not good at words", used to answer her, and quietly took out a small box from his left breast pocket. The cameraman had the sharpest eyes, and immediately gave him a 360-degree view of the object in his hand. Stereo close-up.
Ling Xiao was suddenly a little nervous, he whispered in a voice that others couldn't hear, "Hey, it's a live broadcast."
Ying Feng casually responded to his reminder, but still held up the silver metal box in front of him, and with a swipe of his thumb, the lid of the box opened.
The people around took a deep breath. Even the reporters were so excited that they didn't know how to continue. The only person on the scene who had complete language function and jumped out and laughed was Hongmao.
"Ying Feng, the ring style you picked is too outdated! It's an old style from decades ago, you can still find it!"
"Because it was bought the day before you left," Ying Feng gently took out the outdated ring from Hong Mao's mouth, "That day was the one-year anniversary of our contract, and I wanted to rush back to give Your... If only I could go back earlier."
Ling Xiao's vision was completely occupied by the small circle. He didn't expect that Ying Feng would remember the day they formed a bond, especially when they were not so happy with each other on this day.
The live broadcast signal was transmitted to each household's TV via satellite. Witnessed by all the inhabitants of this planet, Ying Feng held up Ling Xiao's hand and solemnly put the ring on his ring finger.
"After so many years, I can finally put it on for you with my own hands."
Ling Xiao's eyes wanted to cry and his mouth wanted to laugh. He looked at his left hand with joy, and the whole person felt as unreal as a dream.
His nose was sore that he couldn't even control the red hair.
"I fell in love after the marriage contract, and proposed marriage after the bridal chamber, as expected of the Samsung couple I know." He pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, "I was wrong, I will never say that Ying Feng is not good at words, and he acts. The lethality is so much more powerful than words.”
Seeing those two guys standing still, he took the lead and shouted, "Kiss one!"
The reporter, who had never met the two, agreed the most, and under the roar of the crowd, Ling Xiao took the initiative to take a step forward. They didn't kiss each other, but hugged tightly together, and the souls that had been exchanged from generation to generation were finally inseparable again.
In this day that should belong to memory and sadness, happiness turned into a smile on the corner of everyone's mouth, passed on indefinitely, bringing the dawn after dawn to this planet that has just been hit hard.