Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Caesar was overjoyed and was very puzzled. He lowered his hand in doubt and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Yaze didn't answer directly, but asked seriously: "I know you want to go back to Sidon, but I prefer to stay in Nanluo. If you have a choice, would you like to stay here or leave alone?"

This is the second multiple choice question he set for Caesar.

Before, Caesar had to choose between ideals and love; at that time, young and energetic, he chose ideals, despite his pain.

Now, he has to choose between his future and love; it's just that he has experienced ups and downs, and he is no longer young.

Caesar pondered for a while, then put his arms around his shoulders again, and said solemnly: "I choose to stay. I am willing to live in this poor place without drinking hot chocolate for the rest of my life."

"Even if you don't cross the border of Nanluo for the rest of your life?" Song Yaze emphasized again.

Caesar nodded firmly: "Then I am willing too. As I said, I have to learn to be considerate. You are the person I love the most, and the person I should be considerate and respect the most."

Song Yaze was silent for a moment, and then said again: "I will also understand you, so I am willing to build a better world with you."

He paused for a few seconds, looked at Caesar, and said sincerely: "You are someone I admire. Although you have made mistakes and your character is not perfect, you have a hero's heart. Maybe you can really be a savior."

Encouraged by Caesar, his eyes lit up in a moment of excitement.Song Yaze continued: "After I came to Nanluo, I thought about it a lot. Before, I thought it was hypocrisy to seek fame; but now I have a deeper understanding of hypocrisy."

Caesar asked curiously, "What understanding do you have?"

"Some people give small favors to strangers, earn some favors, and appear to be a good person, but they can't even understand the people around them, and they are unwilling to make sacrifices. This is hypocrisy."

Song Yaze smiled and paraphrased Caesar's words: "I don't want to be this kind of person, so I will learn to be considerate, starting with you."

A surge of excitement rushed to the top of his head, and Caesar was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He hugged Song Yaze into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement: "Great! I need you...I really need you..."

The two entered the tent and lay down side by side.Song Yaze closed his eyes, and suddenly heard Caesar say: "Tomorrow I will give you a surprise..."

Song Yaze smiled lightly: "What surprise? A new lighter?"

"Of course it's not such a superficial thing!" Caesar Nunu denied, "You will know tomorrow, and you will be very happy, haha!"

"Alright then." Song Yaze glanced at him and said with a smile, "I'll wait."

Early the next morning, when Song Yaze woke up, he found that Caesar rarely got up earlier than himself, and the bed beside him was completely cold.

He got out of the tent and found three tall refrigerated trucks parked in front of the refugee camp, and there was a long line in front of the trucks, all of them were children full of expectations.

Song Yaze approached and was surprised to find that each child was holding an ice cream in his hand, licking it nervously and excitedly.

In front of each car, people in uniform quickly made ice cream balls and handed them to the outstretched little hands.

"This is my surprise for you, how about it?" Caesar ran to him and said proudly.

He was still holding the bitten chocolate ice cream in his hand, with a look of excitement, expecting someone's praise.

Song Yaze recovered from his astonishment, smiled and punched Caesar: "I didn't expect you to have ideas! That's great!"

"Haha!" Caesar took the opportunity to hold his hand and smiled triumphantly, "Even a child who can't eat wants to taste what ice cream is like!"

He took another bite of ice cream, looked at Song Yaze and said in a low voice, "I resigned from the cabinet today, and I will be stationed in Nanluo from now on..."

Song Yaze was shocked. He was stunned for a while before continuing: "I didn't expect you to take action so soon..."

He thought for a while, then hurriedly asked: "What about your military power? What about your financial power?"

Caesar smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have the financial power and military power. I just don't care about government affairs. I'm not stupid enough to hand over soldiers and money to others! If you want to help others, you have to be strong enough." .”

Song Yaze heaved a sigh of relief, and the stone he raised in his heart also fell down: "That's good..."

Caesar changed his tone and said softly, "Then do you know who replaced me? You should be familiar with him, after all, he is your recommender in Beimu."

Song Yaze was slightly stunned, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, and said a long-hidden name with a complicated expression: "...Wo Taifu?"

Caesar nodded without knowing it, and said, "That's right. He is now the mayor of the North Mutt District and a member of the cabinet. He is likely to succeed Yule and become the prime minister of the cabinet in the future. I heard that he works very hard and only sleeps for four hours a day. , busy from morning to night.”

Song Yaze exhaled, the past flew through his mind like the wind, and then disappeared.He softly said in relief: "The past is over, I hope his career will be bright..."

He thought for a while, and said to Caesar, "Don't tell him I'm here."

"Of course not!" Caesar said sharply, "I heard that you fled here because you were persecuted by Beimu. I will protect you."

……

In the barren land of Nanluo, schools were built one after another, and the sound of children reading was heard.

Formal and clean hospitals are erected, intersecting roads are also erected, and the floors are getting higher and higher year by year.

The large desert here has been developed into a tourist project, attracting a large number of tourists to send money every year.

The people in the refugee camps are getting fatter day by day, and the tents that were originally overcrowded are getting bigger and bigger. With the departure of the last refugee, the gates are closed forever; buildings made of stone bricks and mud tiles are replacing them.

There are no more refugees in Nanluo.The original "Refugee Administration" was renamed "Public Service".

This land of misery finally woke up, it changed its face and became a land of vitality.

In the past five years, Song Yaze has witnessed the growth of this land with his own eyes, watching it become richer and richer.

He kept his promise and never crossed the border of Nanluo. He stayed by Caesar's side and was his closest friend and most capable assistant.

Caesar had already recovered his slender figure, and five years hadn't left any light lines on his face.He is still handsome and still stands out from the crowd.

He is the darling of the media, and reporters often travel thousands of miles to interview him, and he is labeled as a "charity angel".

But Mrs. Weisha's body was not as good as before, perhaps because of years of fatigue that made her age quickly.Gradually, her legs could not stand upright, and her eyes could not see clearly.

On this day, she was lying on a rocking chair, covered with a soft blanket, and the sun shone on her wrinkled face, making her look extremely peaceful.

Kaiser and Song Yaze surrounded her, spending the last moments with her.

"My child, don't cry, death happens every day." Madam Weisha said weakly, stroking Caesar's red cheek.

"Mother..." Caesar's eyes were hot, he held her hand, his throat was sore.

"Everyone will have this step, child." Mrs. Weisha said with a smile, "I don't have any regrets. The people I helped will continue to live for me..."

She smiled and took the hands of Caesar and Song Yaze, folded them on the blanket, stroked their hands and said, "You should support each other and go on... Those who lack love and dedication are the real poor..."

Song Yaze's heart throbbed, his throat was blocked by soreness, and he was so moved that he almost cried.

Caesar couldn't help crying aloud. Under his mother's kind and peaceful eyes, he couldn't restrain the surging sorrow.

"Love will never disappear, even if I die..." Mrs. Weisha closed her eyes and muttered, her hand gradually lost strength, but the corner of her mouth remained with a final smile...

According to Mrs. Weisha's last wish, her funeral was extremely simple, but many Nanluo people came and cried bitterly for her burial.According to their words, it is "the mother who lost her light".

On the night of the funeral, Caesar stood on the small balcony on the second floor, hunched over, covering his face sadly and weeping.

Song Yaze stood beside him, listening to his crying.

Caesar's sobbing gradually subsided, and he seemed to regain some composure: "My parents are all gone..."

"You still have me." Song Yaze comforted softly, "I will always support you."

Caesar turned around, looked at him silently, and said for a long time, "Are you by my side because of my mother, or because of me?"

Song Yaze said frankly: "There are both. But it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I will always be with you and watch the world get better day by day with you."

Caesar's face softened a little, but he was still a little unwilling.He walked up to Song Yaze, and said shyly and expectantly: "Then from now on... you will give me a kiss every morning... okay?"

After finishing speaking, he quickly emphasized: "Just a small kiss... This is our etiquette in Sidon... Good morning kiss. Don't think too much..."

"Okay." Song Yaze nodded and agreed, "It's best to kiss the cheek or the forehead..."

Before he could finish speaking, Caesar pulled him over, quickly pressed a kiss on his lips, and said triumphantly, "I'll practice first."

Song Yaze looked at him helplessly, and saw him take out two old ring boxes mysteriously.

Caesar carefully opened a box, grabbed Song Yaze's right hand, put the ring on his little finger slowly, and said with a smile, "This is my mother's ring. It's a bit small, so it can only fit on your little finger."

He took out another ring and put it on his ring finger: "This one belongs to my father. These two are their wedding rings."

After putting on the ring, he put his hands on Song Yaze's shoulders and begged, "Can you wear it all the time?"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Song Yaze couldn't help chuckling: "Yes. I will wear it to another world."

Time is always rolling in such a busy way.The beauty's appearance becomes shrunken, the lover's black hair becomes haggard, life is covered under the cold tombstone, and all great things become printed characters and live in another dimension.

Those who lived in the refugee camps have disappeared with time, and their next generation has forgotten that period of suffering history.

This morning, Song Yaze knocked on Caesar's bedroom door with crutches as usual, but got no response.

His heart tightened, and he suddenly became tense, his heart throbbed violently, and his eyes turned black.He opened the door with trembling hands, and saw the sleeping Caesar.He came closer and saw Caesar smiling, as calm as his mother...

He arranged for the funeral, and the photo on the tombstone is Caesar in military uniform, looking high-spirited, with a line of words engraved on it, which was selected by Song Yaze himself:

"His ideal was a world of advanced civilization, without poverty, without war."

Song Yaze gently brushed off the fallen leaves on the tombstone, bent down and kissed it, and said softly, "Your good morning kiss, Caesar..."

After everything was arranged properly, Song Yaze took a ride to the border of Nanluo.There, he will return to the so-called real world.

There is a happy family of three in the car.They are from Nanluo, have made some money, and are going to Beimu for a self-driving tour.

The father and mother are sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot, and there is a cute little loli in the back seat of the car.She was only four or five years old, but her body was plump, her eyes were wet, and she kept playing with delicate dolls in her hands.

Song Yaze sat next to the little loli, silently looking at the scenery outside the window.

Nan Luo has transformed.The construction of water conservancy projects has made this land no longer famine.High-rise buildings have been built one after another, and the road is so spacious and clean.Everyone is living comfortably, completely overturning the previous endless wasteland.

The country is alive and the world is a better place.

"Oh! I heard that Caesar passed away the morning before yesterday, and the newspaper just published it today." The husband holding the steering wheel said with a regretful expression.

"Caesar?" the wife recalled. "The angel of charity?"

"Yes. I saw him in the refugee camp when I was a child. He was so handsome when he was young. He stood coolly at the door and surprised me. He even fell..." The husband recalled his childhood experience, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I also ate the ice cream he brought. Oh, we were so poor at that time..." My wife lamented the past, "The life we ​​live now is something I never dared to imagine before."

"Caesar?! Who is Caesar?" The little girl frowned and asked puzzledly.

"He is a good man, the greatest man in the world." Song Yaze answered her first, his eyes full of pride, "It is because of him that you can have dolls to play with."

The little girl looked at the doll in her hand, and suddenly saw the ring on his little finger, she pointed to it and asked, "What a beautiful ring! Can you give it to me? I can exchange my doll for you." .”

Song Yaze glanced down at the ring, chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, this is a gift from my most important friend, so I can't give it to you."

The mother turned her head and criticized the little girl for her ignorance.The little girl pouted a little aggrievedly, secretly staring at the ring.

The car finally crossed the border, Song Yaze breathed a sigh of relief, and welcomed the moment of return with a smile.

An anti-imperialist voice jumped into his ears: "The mission is completed, return to reality immediately..."

The author has something to say: the end of the third story also means that I really have to stop for a while, and this time it is true.

In fact, the original setting is not a trip to the four countries, but a fairy tale world.Later, I accidentally heard the song "Stop the War" in the car, and immediately re-established the outline, which can be regarded as the source of inspiration!hey-hey!

In short, when writing this story, my blood boils, especially when describing Caesar's ideals.Hope our world will be better and better like this!

Because there are always a few little angels who leave comments every day, you are my motivation to add updates these days!As a novice codewriter, the collection income is really not as important as everyone's messages.So, thanks to all the angels who rated me!mwah!

Since the three-dimensional is relatively busy, these days, the day is more purely to catch up with the little angel here.Now that it's over, my worries are gone.

The fourth story was originally set with an ancient background, but my historical knowledge is really lacking. I guess there will be many bugs, so I don’t want to make fun of it, so I changed it directly. The title is tentatively set as "Foolish Music Circle". I will try my best Be not vulgar.

Thank you everyone!I hope everyone can be happy every day, and live a happy life that they never dared to dream of before!hey-hey!