Damn it, at nineteen, he not only has to solve global problems and achieve docking between brain-like detectors and observation satellites in space, but he's now even being asked to stand up and fight for the position of commander, to protect the planet like Ultraman.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, a suffocating feeling. One thing after another was making it hard for him to breathe.
After this feeling of oppression spread from the bottom of his heart, it began to fill his entire body and gradually climbed into his mind, like hypnosis, forcing his emotions to become increasingly negative.
“I…I don’t think I can do it.” Jiang Cheng turned his head away.
The huge room, with its pure white laboratory walls, felt empty and desolate with only the two of them inside.
He said this not only to Old Chen, but also as a self-criticism.
Old Zhong looked at Jiang Cheng's profile and didn't speak immediately. He understood the young man's hesitation and confusion. Let alone him, even someone as old as himself, in his seventies or eighties, would never be able to accept such a major event and calm down immediately.
That kind of person is a superman.
Compared to ordinary people, the demands placed on Jiangcheng are already quite high.
He reached out and patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder reassuringly, "No one is forcing you to accept it now. A commander isn't made overnight. If you accept it, you'll definitely have to keep learning. Of course, no one will force you if you don't accept it."
After saying this, Zhong fell silent again. The two sat there, their hearts churning with complex emotions, like boiling water, with little bubbles of unease rising in their minds.
Jiang Cheng is certainly capable of developing modern weaponry and dedicating the vast majority of his time to it, which is also a form of effort. However, if the additional condition of "becoming a commander" is added on top of that, the difficulty obviously increases several times over.
In Shadow Country, a picturesque place in the southwest, lies a vast expanse of land on the outskirts of the city, home to a renowned park. Passing through layers of green barriers, walking beneath dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, and strolling along quiet cobblestone paths, one eventually reaches the innermost part of the park.
The view suddenly opens up, because in the very center is a lush lawn and rows of gray and white tombstones.
Due to wind and sun exposure, the tombstone is pitted and uneven, and many sleeping ladybugs lie on the top, looking slightly lazy in the sunlight.
Pale yellow, pale purple, and dark blue flowers bloom in scattered spots. At the same time, in front of many tombstones, there are large bouquets of flowers lying horizontally. Some have just been placed there, while others have lost their color and withered.
The monument bears the names of many strangers who died at the ages of twenty, thirty, and forty.
These are heroic soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the war.
Cemeteries like this are common all over the world. They sleep soundly in their homeland, weary and worn. Though their faces and voices are no longer visible, they live on in everyone's hearts.
Children often play in the park, and occasionally they wander into the cemetery to pick a flower or chase a butterfly. Even at night, they are not afraid; in the hearts of these young children, these tombstones represent protection.
Perhaps only a forest of tombstones can hide the children's fears, and only a world where the souls and bodies of ancestors lie peacefully can infinitely embrace these naive children.
Descendants are the most precious gift to a sleeping soul, for the purpose of their fighting is to ensure that their descendants live in a better tomorrow.
"Let me think about it some more. I can't give you an answer right now," Jiang Cheng replied to Elder Zhong.
"Jiang Cheng, I'm really grateful to you."
"Thank me? Why?" He was taken aback by Zhong Lao's words.
"Because you have given me a successor, and allowed me to see China becoming more and more prosperous. This era is fortunate to have you."
Old Zhong suddenly lowered his eyes, coughed softly twice, and with boundless hope, he raised his eyes again, gazing calmly at the young man.
One generation grows old, and another generation grows young.
This is the most gratifying thing.
Jiang Cheng silently said to himself: I only did what I was supposed to do.
It was dusk, and outside the window, a fiery sunset could be seen on the horizon, its orange-red glow enveloping the entire city. This color possessed infinite gentleness, lovingly caressing the people on the streets.
This season is not as cold or oppressive as the dead of winter; the chilling cold has been completely erased, and the spring breeze has dispersed the cold.
Before long, the setting sun, having offered its last rays, will also disappear, the hazy glow of the evening sky will fade, and the dim light will be replaced by darkness. The long night is approaching.
Jiang Cheng extended a finger, stirred the rosy light, and then silently withdrew his hand.
"The children will still see the sunrise tomorrow, right?"
After saying this, Mr. Zhong stood up and slowly walked towards the door.
"Click," the door was gently closed.
The room was empty...
One person in Jiangcheng.
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