At nine o'clock in the morning, the special plane arrived in Qinghai and landed on the aircraft dam of the base. Outside were Qian Zilin, Qinghai leaders and others waiting to pick them up.

Everyone was dressed neatly, in black suits and white shirts, with white chrysanthemums pinned on their left breasts, all telling Ling Yue that all this was real.

I have clearly accepted this fact, but when the time comes I still want to confirm it a few more times.

Ling Yue walked down, wearing the same outfit, except for the flower on her left chest, which was specially chosen by Bai Baihe.

Mr. Zhu is a man of noble character. What he needs is not mourning, but to see someone persist in their path.

"Ling Yue." Qian Zilin saw Ling Yue as soon as she came down. He took a step forward and waited for Ling Yue to come over.

Ling Yue took a look and saw Qian Zilin standing in front of her. He looked much older, but still as serious and solemn as before.

Following beside her was Aunt Jiang, which was why Ling Yue did not report her safety to Aunt Jiang when she left.

As a family member, Aunt Jiang would naturally come to mourn the passing of an old senior who had a deep relationship with Qian Zilin.

The two looked at each other without saying anything.

Qian Zilin sighed and waved Ling Yue over. With Qian Zilin's introduction, Ling Yue greeted the officials from Qinghai one by one, and met old acquaintances several times.

She was originally impatient with these face-saving projects. Qian Zilin saw it, so Ling Yue greeted them and got straight to the point.

"Let's go," Qian Zilin said, his eyes red and reflecting in the sunlight. He suppressed his sobs to make himself look less out of control. "Mr. Zhu is waiting for you."

Ling Yue's hands were clenched into fists under her sleeves, and upon closer inspection, they were trembling slightly. She didn't say anything and followed Qian Zilin.

Seeing this, Aunt Jiang supported Ling Yue and walked towards the memorial hall.

Getting closer and closer, when the door with the white sail was right in front of her, Ling Yue took a step back timidly.

Inside, there was the child-like old woman who would tell Qian Zilin behind her back that she was bullying the elderly, who would ask the canteen to give her extra meals, who would trick the staff into stealing lighting tools, and who was called a liar and blocked in the tent.

Everything was so clear, one by one, but why did that person leave?

No one urged them to accept it. Acceptance did not mean not caring, it was just a helpless choice.

The door opened and a man walked out, breaking the silence.

Ling Yue looked up as if awakened, and looked at the man in front of her. His hair was gray and he looked to be in his fifties. There was a bit of Zhu Lao's shadow in the corners of his eyes.

"These are Mr. Zhu's family members. They have been waiting here for you to pick them up."

Ling Yue nodded, and finally walked up the stairs and forward.

Standing in front of the man, Ling Yue opened her mouth twice before softly saying, "Uncle Zhu, please accept my condolences."

It was such a useless and powerless sentence, but it made Aunt Jiang wipe away her tears and Qian Zilin turn his head away.

"My father has been waiting for you, please go in and take a look."

Uncle Zhu did not respond, but just spoke lightly.

In the memorial hall, a photo taken this year was hung high in the center. The black color of the photo made his bones and flesh more clearly visible.

There is not much flesh on his face anymore, and his cheeks and eye sockets are sunken.

It must have been very painful for him as he fought the disease.

Mr. Zhu lay quietly inside, surrounded by wreaths. Soaked in formalin, he looked exactly the same as in the photo.

Ling Yue bit her lip and refused to cry, as Mr. Zhu loved her the most.

Seeing this, Qian Zilin said softly, "Let's go out and let Ling Yue and Master Zhu stay for a while."

During this period, they have been able to sort out their grief and return to life and work.

The initial disbelief, pain, and sadness will gradually fade away with time.

The thing that people cannot resist the most is time.

Everyone went out and just stood at the door. No one chatted, and no one left.

Ling Yue knelt beside him, leaning her head against the coffin, and whispered, "Master Zhu, I'm back."

This sentence is difficult to say. Every time I say it, the bitterness and pain in my heart become more intense.

People who do scientific research know that there is no such thing as past or present life, but she still wants to reassure Mr. Zhu.

"You must be worried about us, Professor Zhu. Don't worry, there are many people in the scientific research community, and the future will be even better."

"You don't know, I..." I come from the future, although not the future here, but I can see that this will be a stable world in the future, and no one and no country can look down on us.

We can still stand in the world and be treated fairly.

Ling Yue closed her eyes and recited silently.

It didn't take long before everything outside was almost ready.

Ling Yue came out and ordered the team to come and cover the coffin for Master Zhu and mourn for him...

After Mr. Zhu was settled, everyone was on high alert, and the receiving team was equipped with the highest standard equipment.

"Uncle Qian, I'll see Mr. Zhu off first. You and Aunt Jiang stay here first. We'll see each other after this is over."

The road was not peaceful, as many people knew that she was here to pick up Mr. Zhu today.

Stopping her would not only make Longguo lose a researcher, but also allow him to step on Longguo's face twice. No one could resist such temptation.

Ling Yue was not afraid, but even though the arrangements had been airtight, she did not want Qian Zilin and his wife to take risks with her.

Qian Zilin wanted to refuse, but Ling Yue didn't give him any chance to refute. She said to Uncle Zhu, "Uncle Zhu, please take the plane with your family to Beijing. I will leave a team behind to protect you."

After making the arrangements, Ling Yue glanced at Qian Zilin and his wife, then turned around and boarded the special plane.

When the plane took off, Qian Zilin looked up and sighed helplessly: "Ling Yue is getting more and more arrogant now."

"Alright, Lingyue is afraid that you'll make a scene. She's worried about you. Who are you trying to show off your disappointment to?"

Aunt Jiang glanced at Qian Zilin with disdain. When the child had no ideas, he worried that he couldn't handle things, and when he had ideas, he felt disappointed. Why was he always the same?

"Mr. Zhu, let's pick up our luggage first and then go to the airport."

Aunt Jiang didn't intend to listen to Ling Yue. She was just a little girl, and even if she had someone to help her in the capital, she was still worried that Ling Yue would make a mistake and be looked down upon for such a big matter as entering the Martyrs' Cemetery.

Now if I take a passenger plane, I can arrive in the evening and help out.

After saying that, Aunt Jiang took Qian Zilin back. The luggage had been prepared yesterday, so they could just pick it up and go.

Everyone gathered at the airport, bought tickets, and boarded the plane two hours later.

Ling Yue had already flown half of the distance and was safe along the way.

Because the domestic situation was not very good, the originally planned fighter jets did not appear in the National Day parade.

However, Lao Chou and other countries had already received the news and had made dozens of overt and covert inquiries. The news that Qian Zilin was attacked in the air three years ago but was unharmed also spread, making them more convinced that we had made a breakthrough in technology.

In this situation, they will not easily take action in the air if they cannot kill the enemy with one blow.

So the biggest danger is after the plane lands.