Chapter 517 The Future is Expected, the Past is Unattainable
Ma Qijun looked up at the sky. It was cloudless and the blue seemed to have a penetrating power.
He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time.
“I don’t know what our ancestors have been protecting from sin or evil.” Zheng Yue’e looked longingly at the mountains stretching out before her.
The dark green mountains in the distance stretch forward layer by layer amidst the layers of green, just like an absolutely beautiful ancient painting, which traps people's hearts here. Even if people can leave, their hearts cannot.
"Restart the army."
A voice was heard, Ma Qijun turned around suddenly and found no one around.
Who was calling him? The voice sounded like the sorrowful cry of a middle-aged woman, with a hoarse and urgent tone.
Ma Qijun could even hear the sound of heartbreak from this voice, as if it was breaking in his own heart.
Whose voice is this?
Looking around, I only saw a construction team digging a hole below. Turning my head to look elsewhere, I only saw the woman nearby, apart from the distant mountains.
Could it be her voice?
"Qijun, the equipment is incomplete and time is limited. You will hear what I say next."
Ma Qijun suddenly panicked. He found that nothing around him had changed, and the woman beside him had not changed at all. It was as if the voice came from his head.
He had never had such a soul-piercing feeling before. Since Changshou Village originally belonged to the south, the sweat outside now flowed down his three-dimensional facial features.
"You must protect China. Everything is my own selfishness. What you need to do now is to protect the foundation of China's national destiny at all costs. Protect the country in the name of Canglong, the guardian god of China, and don't allow the country of Wazhou to interfere. When the country's doors are wide open in the future, people from all sides will come to congratulate you."
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The 21st generation, inside the villa.
A woman in her fifties walked out of the bedroom, placed an eight-diagram compass on the table, and stood motionless in front of the black-and-white photo.
The gray hair did not add many wrinkles to her age. Instead, the corners of her mouth were upturned and her eyes were filled with smiles. The aura she exuded was peaceful and dignified.
"Mom, your experiment was successful. There were at least 800,000 people who signed up, and the total amount of sponsorship was over 58 billion."
The energetic young man in his twenties who came in with a smile on his face and shining eyes handed over the roster.
The lady took her glasses and put them on, then held the list high up to see it clearly. Sitting on the European-style sofa embroidered with gold thread, she looked at the list carefully:
"This person... and this one..."
Ma Ziqiang frowned.
At this moment, my mother half-closed her eyes, looking very quiet. I was embarrassed to disturb her. After all, she rarely spoke since my father passed away, and her hair had turned a lot whiter.
"I know, Mom."
Ma Ziqiang turned around and left, but when he looked carefully at the people his mother pointed out, he found that they were basically sponsors, and the lowest investor was 200 million.
Ma Ziqiang suddenly turned around and looked at his mother. Wasn’t the time-travel experiment that she had worked so hard to create... wasted?
Ma Ziqiang frowned and looked deeply at his mother who had changed a lot: "Mom, are you sure?" Ma Ziqiang once guessed that she was a business lady who had gone from the catering industry to a woman who monopolized real estate and tourism as well as various other industries, and her life had been full of ups and downs.
Finally, when her father disappeared, she almost spent half her life savings just to fulfill a dream she had three years ago.
Ma Ziqiang looked at his mother's closed eyes, her expression was calm and expressionless.
I still remember that day she said that she could change history and bring her father back, so why did she give up?
"Do as I say."
The woman with closed eyes opened her lips lightly.
"Mom, the sponsor wants to experience time travel, why do you suddenly regret it?"
Ma Ziqiang's eyes instantly turned red and he stared at his mother who was pretending to sleep.
"Your father is a soldier. He has spent his whole life guarding the borders of the country. Do you know who those people who signed up for the experiment are?"
Ma Ziqiang took two steps back. Her mother had never spoken so loudly before: "Who... who is it?"
Ye Xiaomei lay on the chair and closed her eyes: "The Japanese are spies."
After hearing this, Ma Ziqiang, who had been baptized by his father, a military official, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Japanese?"
"Well, finish the experiment immediately. There is still a chance that your father will come back."
As she said this, tears sparkled in the gaps between Ye Xiaomei's closed eyes.
He may never come back.
"I got it, Mom!" Ma Ziqiang turned around and ran.
When Ye Xiaomei was left alone, two lines of tears fell from her face. She was really possessed by a devil. For her own selfish reasons, she almost harmed a man and changed the fate of the country. If that was the case, would the current peaceful and prosperous era still exist?
Recalling that when she chose to marry Ma Qijun, a soldier, she had already decided that she must be independent, self-reliant, and self-determined.
But the older you get, the more she finds this man childish. Last year, he just got off work and lay on the sofa, crying, "Old woman, I'm hungry. I want to eat the dumplings you made, with pork and shepherd's purse fillings."
"You only know how to eat. You work in a military unit, not a battlefield. How can you be so tired?"
As she spoke, Ye Xiaomei would always go to the kitchen to cook while cursing.
"I'm not old now." he said.
Ye Xiaomei was cutting vegetables when her father-in-law picked up several medals and hung them on a hook, which was the place where spoons and spatulas were hung.
"You are the only one who knows how to show off. Can you still beat a young guy by yourself?"
Ye Xiaomei rolled her eyes at the man and said, "Go away, don't get in the way. Go watch TV in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon."
The man insisted: "Of course I can. I can still catch three thieves at once. Believe me."
"Haha..." Ye Xiaomei laughed so hard that she couldn't hold the knife steadily.
In an instant, Ye Xiaomei covered her face and cried inconsolably.
But there was no other way. This time, she wanted to get Ma Qijun back for her own selfish reasons, and almost caused irreversible consequences.
When she thought of the sacrifices men had made to defend their country, she realized that she had inadvertently inspired a group of time travelers to change China's destiny.
In another time and space, Changshou Village, on Changshou Mountain.
Song Jianjun still couldn't find the person who called him.
The voice sounded familiar yet strange, like Xiao Mei's voice, but the tone was a little too old.
At this moment, on the towering mountain peak, a hint of red flickered with the swaying clouds.
The clouds and mist gathered and dispersed, making the red peak appear and disappear.
What is this?
Several managers who were planting red maple trees were chatting downstairs.
——Special Correspondent, please look.
The short Japanese pointed at the large pit with fear in his eyes.
But everyone was looking at the red light falling from the cliff.
For a moment, it was like seeds from a red maple tree falling from a great height, taking root and blooming as they fell.
As a ball of blood fell from the cliff, it broke through the clouds, collided with the rocks along the way, and unfolded gorgeous blood flowers on the axe-like cliff.
"Someone's dead! That's a person!"
The man in the Zhongshan suit screamed in fear.
Ma Qijun's pupils shrank as he realized that it really looked like the blood splattered when a person fell from the top of a mountain and collided with rocks.
Many people vomited. The blood was red, as if a person had been smashed to pieces and had dyed half of the Changshou Mountains.
As the blood fell, a voice echoed:
"Ye Xiaomei! Now I understand that my love for you is destined... but I am willing... No, we can still be friends, right? You... you still owe me money, are you a debtor?"
The voice echoed throughout the Changshou Valley, and the echo lingered for a long time: "No, you are not Ye Xiaomei at all."
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