At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Ning An inserted his hands into the black hair, rubbed it, rubbed it again, the strands of hair continued to pass through the gaps between his fingers, and the delicate hairstyle gradually became chaotic, like a chicken coop.

He clutched his heart tightly, his face was pale, his body curled up again and again, as if he was about to shrink into that small ball.

The sultry wind drifted into the window, gently blowing the haggard face, bloodshot and slightly hollow eyes, and a hot and beating heart.

At this moment, because of the darkness of the world, his... temperature, which is as warm as the morning sun, has ceased.

In the dark gray sky, there is no longer the brightness of the moon, nor the brightness of the stars.

A young man's heart was broken.

Sure enough, the one who gets stabbed is always the protagonist, and the one who stabs the knife is always the supporting role.

"System, you say, can we change the world one day? Perhaps, making these people change is as difficult as making flowers bloom in a concrete field."

Ning An was in a daze talking to himself, those sharp words and cursing statements were like sharp daggers.

A knife.

Two knives!

The three knives... pierced fiercely in the deepest part of his heart, making him feel so much pain that life would be worse than death.

Tonight, it was extremely cold, as if the whole city was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was gray everywhere.

It seems that Ning An's heart.

The bone-deep pain numbs the whole body and impacts the atrium, shattering this splendid youth bit by bit.

"You said, what should I do?"

Along with these words, there were also tears of grievance.

He didn't hold back after all, he still cried...

However, just as he was crying, a voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding Dong, it has been detected that the host is at a loss for life and has no hope. May I ask whether to enable the automatic time travel mode?"

"kindness?"

Ning An raised his head in astonishment, his eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't know where to start when he was full of questions.

"Ding Dong, it has been confirmed that the object and time will be traversed immediately. At the same time, it has been detected that due to this time travel, the object is very special and will not be broadcast live, and there is a danger of overlapping time and space. The host may encounter backlash. Do you choose to travel?"

When the system's voice fell, Ning An was stunned for a few seconds, and then a resolute expression appeared on his face. He raised his head, and there was an unprecedented firmness in his eyes.

"Crossing."

The overlapping of time and space means that the time is too close, which is very likely to cause risks.

Who are the modern ones?

No need to read out the name, Ning An already knew it in his heart.

"Traveling confirmed, system loading, loading complete..."

Accompanied by the coldness of the system, a mechanical sound sounded, a light flashed in front of Ning An, and he passed through.

When Ning An opened his eyes, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In a quiet mountain forest, the gentle sunlight falls down and hangs obliquely on the green branches and leaves of the pines, adding a bit of solemnity and showing a bit of tranquility.

The snow in winter is white and flawless, like an angel descending, falling to the world, covered with layers of silver frost, people are reluctant to trample upon seeing it.

The sunshine in the distance warmed Ning An's heart somewhat, and the white snow in front of him calmed down his irritability and boredom.

The beauty is like a soft hand, gently soothing the wounded hearts and healing all the bad things in the world.

Nearby, an old green pickup truck was covered with an oilcloth that could only be seen in the last century. A man stood beside the car and looked around nervously, looking at everything vigilantly, holding a gun firmly in his hand.

Ning An froze for a moment, he didn't know the other party.

But looking at the clothes, it seems that they are not Chinese.

"Ding dong, the information has been delivered."

Just when Ning An was wondering, the system reappeared, and after sending a piece of information in his mind, it fell silent again.

When Ning An finished reading the information, he was silent and looked at the person over there with a complicated expression.

Fujiko.

Ning An walked forward with steps. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fujiko suddenly became nervous. He raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Ning An.

"Stop, who?"

"Chinese people."

Ning An didn't say his name, but just said this sentence.

Hearing Ning An's words, Fujiko hesitated for a while, and finally put down the spear in his hand, and said to Ning An.

"It's very dangerous here, hurry up, I'll pretend I didn't see you."

Unexpectedly, when Ning An heard this, he smiled, then shook his head slightly, and looked at Fujiko with a complicated expression.

"At least there is no danger now, can I have a chat with you?"

Fujiko felt a little stunned. He was thinking, is the brain of the young man in front of him broken?Shouldn't you run when you see them?

And whoever came forward?You still want to chat with yourself?

For a moment, Fujiko didn't know what was going on in her mind, but she agreed in a strange way.

Just like that, the two of them leaned against the side of the truck, watched the snow scene quietly, and chatted without saying a word.

After a while, Ning An suddenly asked.

"You, do you regret it?"

"what?"

Fujiko was at a loss, not understanding what Ning An was talking about.

Ning An looked sideways at the green pines and cypresses in front of him, and the endless snow-white land, stretched out his hand to catch a handful of snow, and said softly.

"You betrayed your own country and fought for the freedom of China, do you regret it?"

In an instant, the snow-white sky suddenly darkened, just like Fujiko's heart, falling to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

He seemed to be in an abyss, the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching constantly, the hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and as he got closer, he could even hear the sound of his teeth bumping up and down.

His legs were a little numb, and he felt like he had no strength to run.

The spear was in his arms, but he no longer had the courage to pick it up.

The people in front of you know everything.

Such a person is the trump card among agents.

That's right, how could he escape.

But, unfortunately, this is the last time he will send supplies to Huaxia.

Thinking about it, dying here is also a very good destination.

The land of China, the sky full of snow, and the faith of life.

The snow fell into Ning An's palm, and gradually became clear and transparent natural water under the warming temperature.

Ning An gently opened his hand, letting the water in his palm flow down his palm.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not from any special department. I'm just a simple Chinese. I just want to ask you something."

Ning An turned his head and looked at the other person, showing his white teeth, his face was pure and flawless, and the simplicity in those pupils made it hard to feel disgusted.

Fujiko didn't know why, after hearing these words from Ning An, she felt a little relieved. After a long silence, she raised her head, looked at Ning An, and put the cigarette in her hand back on her lips that were cracked due to the cold weather. , took a deep breath.

"call."

After a long time, he exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, with a relaxed and relieved expression on his face.

In the end, he looked towards the deep mountain, as if he wanted to see through everything, to take the land of Huaxia into his eyes and hide it in his heart.

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes, revealing an expression of memory.

"I said I have never regretted it. It is probably the kind of firmness that can give up life. Do you believe it?"

"letter."

Ning An is extremely firm, because time has already given the answer to future generations, and the other party used his life to practice the belief he encountered.

"Oh?"

Fujiko was quite surprised, but he didn't expect Ning An to answer like this. He looked at Ning An's immature but firm face, and suddenly smiled.

He turned his head again and set his eyes on the blue sky and white clouds. The picturesque sky seemed to be the work of a god, which made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

"I don't know if I will regret it at the last moment, but I firmly believe that what I did was right."

These words are extremely firm, although the voice is very small, but it is sonorous and powerful, like thunder.

Ning An was silent.

He didn't know what words to use to express his feelings, but there was one thing, the person in front of him was worthy of his admiration.

He betrayed his own country, and aimed his gun at his people for the sake of faith and justice.

How difficult is that kind of psychological struggle?

Did he feel sad, sad, and at a loss looking at his friends beside him in countless dark nights?

However, he still chose Huaxia.

There is no other way, because, if one wants to do the right thing, one must not be in the same company as the wild beasts.

Because of justice, he is willing to sacrifice his life for Huaxia, a foreign country.

I only hope that China can defeat its own motherland as soon as possible, and restore the world to peace.

Someone should not and cannot slander these people. They are not for money, not for fame and fortune, but just to be an upright person, not... a hungry wolf, a beast.

How can this feeling not be admirable?
"But what if those people don't understand you?"

Ning An finally asked the doubts in his heart, if he made a wrong move, he would be lost forever.

Perhaps, in the end, the country can't go back, and here, I can't stay...

Everything is like a dream, nothing.

Unexpectedly, when this question was asked, Fujiko laughed. There were some snow stains on his dry, slightly dark face, and his mouth was split open. In fact, he was just a child in his twenties.

"May my time be like a long wind in the wilderness, blowing all over the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in China, and leading thousands of lost souls to the way home."

"I would like to exchange my hundred years of solitude, in life and after death, for this country to see light again and flowers to bloom everywhere."

When Fujiko finished speaking, the whole world seemed to be shocked. The sun fell on the ground, like a golden light forming a road. The weather, which was still bitingly cold just now, was as warm as a spring breeze, refreshing.

A series of gorgeous rainbow bridges are condensed under the scorching sun, and the sun shines through them, looking extremely beautiful.

The icy snowflakes danced gently, as if dancing a song.

The wind roared softly, making one's heart flutter, and his passionate pillow was stretched out today.

At this moment, Ning An didn't know what words to use to describe the other party in his heart, and it was difficult for him to have an impassioned statement in his heart.

The opponent is as worthy of respect as the martyrs of China, and they belong to the same height.

In the air, it seems that something is split.

A flash of lightning flashed in Ning An's mind, as if he understood something.

Fujiko turned to look at Ning An, smiled and said, "Although I don't know what you've been through, I think, as long as you think it's right, then do it. Even if the whole world opposes you, But, in the end, you always find like-minded people.”

Just this sentence, needless to say.

Ning An's heart was already at peace, and he realized it.

Why care what other people say?There will always be ignorant people in every era, and even sages can't wake up those who pretend to be asleep.

Since they are not willing to synchronize with you, then look for like-minded people to fight for the ideals in their hearts and burn for the blood in their hearts.

Ning An stood very straight, he looked at Fujiko respectfully, and bowed to him full of respect.

This is the descendants of China enjoying the peaceful prosperity and bowing to the efforts of their ancestors.

The other party, in a sense, was already a Chinese.

Fujiko didn't refuse, he seemed to understand something.

The wind, no longer blows.

The snow also stopped.

In the sky, there was a chirping sound, as if a few sparrows came out to hunt, they spread their wings and soared above the sky.

"Huaxia, did you win?"

Suddenly, Fujiko asked such a question.

Ning An was stunned for more than ten seconds before he realized it. He looked at the thin but righteous man in front of him, and nodded heavily.

"With the efforts of the ancestors, China has entered a prosperous age. The invaders surrendered unconditionally."

When hearing this, Fujiko laughed loudly and happily.

His eyes were full of tears, his eyes sparkled with excitement, Huaxia won.

His persistence is meaningful.

Thinking about it, very few people would be like this. When they heard that the country was defeated, they would laugh heartily and heartily.

Because Fujiko is a conscientious person.

He knows what is right and what is wrong, and will make the right choice.

"Well, very well, thank you, young man."

With tears shining, Fujiko said hello a few times, and looked at Ning An gratefully.

Ning An quickly shook his head and said.

"No, it should be me thanking you, thank you for your willingness to fight for the peace of China."

"Thank you."

Ning An solemnly treated the other party with the courtesy of a gentleman, and the other party should be a gentleman.

Fujiko didn't respond, he was in a trance, and seemed to think of the sea in his hometown.

In the rainy season, in the cold late autumn, they are wearing coir raincoats and holding paddles, fighting against the waves on the coast and rolling over.Singing love songs, chanting the name of the beloved girl.

That year, nothing started, everything was beautiful.

He wants to go home.

He wanted to continue to be his own fisherman, but unfortunately, those shameless invaders made him never go back.

Ning quietly looked at each other, and walked slowly towards the hillside.

He watched the other party quietly, with an unprecedented tranquility and solemnity on his face.

He gently opened his lips and read two words.

The wind blows on the hillside and falls to the bottom of the valley along with the cold snow. The voice of Ning An echoes in the quiet valley, that is.

"Comrade..."