"The letter that Old Wang sent me?"

Upon seeing this, Wang Yueheng, who was sitting at the table, hurriedly got up and took the valuable letter.

I never expected to receive a letter from Mr. Wang at this time.

Upon seeing the military seal on the envelope, they were even more surprised.

She wondered if the other party wanted to invite her to some military event as a thank you for escorting her at the airport last time...

After noticing the expectant and curious looks from the other leaders around him.

Wang Yueheng prepared to open the envelope in front of everyone to check out the mysterious gift.

"Take a look yourself first, and once you've confirmed that there's no classified information, then decide whether or not to put an end to our curiosity."

"If it's some kind of private letter, we can't look at it."

Sitting to the side, Peng Yingli sipped her tea and smiled as she offered this reminder.

"Okay, sure."

As Wang Yueheng spoke, he carefully tore open the kraft paper letter along the edge of the envelope.

Then a photo was pulled out from inside.

In the photo.

The scene depicted was a missile launcher parked in the wilderness, launching its missile.

A rounded, dark green missile shattered the ceramic cover on top of the launch tube, shooting flames as it soared into the air.

On the back of the photo.

A line of strong, vigorous characters was written in black ink.

This quote is from a line in Wang Yueheng's previously published poem "Leaving the Frontier":

"If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the barbarian horses would never dare to cross the Yin Mountains."

There is another line of smaller text below:

"From 1980 to 2024, after forty-four years, China successfully conducted its second intercontinental ballistic missile test launch, a testament to the power and spirit of the nation!"

"A photo of the launch site, presented to my young friend Wang Yueheng!"

The handwriting on the back of the photo is from Mr. Wang, a leading figure in the field of superconductivity who shares the same name as Wang Yueheng.

"This photo shouldn't be classified, so can we show it?"

After confirming that the photo did not show any unit designation or classified information, Wang Yueheng first handed it to Peng Yingli, the deputy director, for a glance.

"Yes, this should be the intercontinental ballistic missile that our country launched this morning."

Peng Yingli held the photo in her hands, glanced at the small print on the back of the photo, and then smiled and said.

"Intercontinental ballistic missile? What intercontinental ballistic missile?"

Now it was Principal Chang Guohua and others' turn to be surprised.

Since the official announcement of the test launch has not yet been made, they do not know what exactly happened.

"It hasn't been announced domestically yet, but it's already been made public on foreign websites."

"At 8:44 a.m., our country's military launched an intercontinental ballistic missile toward the Pacific Ocean."

"I suspect the reason for choosing this time is to pay tribute to the first intercontinental ballistic missile we successfully launched 44 years ago, in the 1980s."

Peng Yingli explained with a smile.

Even if he doesn't tell them now, the leaders of Tsinghua University will soon find out about this almost public secret.

"Oh~"

The room erupted in an uproar.

Can I see this photo?

Upon hearing Deputy Director Peng Yingli's explanation, Principal Chang Guohua was taken aback at first, and then asked excitedly.

His eyes revealed an intense longing for this photo.

He remembers it all too clearly.

Forty-four years ago, he was a middle school student in Kyoto.

After learning that China had successfully test-fired its first intercontinental ballistic missile.

His whole family and neighbors followed the parade and celebrated together, beating drums and gongs as they went out into the streets.

At that time, almost every older generation member had tears of excitement on their face, as well as a wide, happy smile.