Zhao Xingbang had heard of movies, something introduced by foreigners. He had never seen one, but the company commander, whose family was quite wealthy before the national crisis, had seen one.
He said that thing was nothing good, just a beam of light shining on the screen, and the people inside were all black and white, but it was better than shadow puppetry because they were all performed by real people.
Although the company commander spoke with disdain, everyone's eyes were lit up by the fire as they watched him talk about new things they had never seen before.
Every time the company commander saw their faces full of curiosity and longing, he would laugh and say that he would take them to the movies when the task was completed.
Zhao Xingbang was very envious and even dreamed of watching a movie with his friends shoulder to shoulder.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he was shot by the railway, he came to this strange world and saw the legendary movie.
Zhao Xingbang sat on his hospital bed, staring blankly at the television hanging on the wall, watching the colorful images and listening to the sounds coming from it. Those people seemed so real, as if they lived there.
He couldn't help but say, "The movie is obviously in color."
The movie lasted nearly two hours, and Shi Ling and Qin Niao also pulled a chair and sat next to Zhao Xingbang to watch it.
Afraid that Zhao Xingbang might not understand, Shi Ling also provided an explanation.
Qin Niao listened to her fluently recounting historical events, his eyebrows slightly raised. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Shi Ling, weren't you good at history? Why did you do so badly on the college entrance exam?"
Shi Ling spread his hands: "Because I sometimes work and sometimes don't."
She didn't know why, but sometimes she just couldn't get into some knowledge, but when she looked at some other things, it was like opening the door to her memory palace, and countless memories poured out.
I don’t know when Dr. Gu Yang will be able to complete the handover of her family’s billions of assets and come back to help her solve her problems.
Zhao Xingbang originally just watched it out of curiosity, but after listening to Shi Ling's explanation, he became more and more fascinated.
Seeing the scene of war, he felt as if he was there himself. Thinking of his sacrificed brothers, tears came to his eyes and he couldn't help but tell Shi Ling about his past.
Seeing the victory, Zhao Xingbang was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He cheered along with the people in the movie. When the movie ended, he was still thinking about it, feeling excited and crying with his face covered.
He asked in a daze: "Is this all true?"
Seeing the dazed look in Zhao Xingbang's eyes, Shi Ling spoke softly, even vaguely, "More than seventy years have passed since the era you are familiar with."
Zhao Xingbang was stunned, then laughed: "It's amazing, am I dead? I can actually see the world seventy years later."
Shi Ling said: "You are not dead."
Zhao Xingbang looked at her in surprise: "Then why did I come to seventy years later?"
Shi Ling shook his head: "I don't know either. But you are a human, not a ghost, there is no doubt about that."
Zhao Xingbang asked urgently, "Can I still go back?"
Shi Ling couldn't answer this question, but when she met Zhao Xingbang's hopeful gaze, her heart was moved: "I can ask for you. Senior, you should take good care of your injuries first."
Seeing Zhao Xingbang's worried face, Shi Ling said again: "Heal your wounds well, and then you can win the battle when you return."
Zhao Xingbang then nodded heavily, "Okay."
Before leaving, Shi Ling played a classic anti-Japanese war drama for Zhao Xingbang, handed him the remote control, and told him which button to turn off the TV. Zhao Xingbang was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his attention was quickly drawn to the exciting TV series.
After leaving the ward, Qin Niao held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking in the elevator: "Shi Ling, do you really have a way to send him back?"
Shi Ling told her what she was thinking, "Since Senior Zhao Xingbang was able to come here, he should be able to go back. Maybe there's a time tunnel somewhere?"
"But, there is no name called Zhao Xingbang in history books at all. He is just an insignificant grain of sand in the long river of history, and has no decisive role in the final victory. Whether he goes back or not has little impact on history. But for him, it may be the difference between life and death." Qin Niao's words made Shi Ling silent.
Qin Niao continued, "He's alive now, but if he goes back, he might collapse yesterday in the next second. Since he's already here, why not let him live today?"
Shi Ling was somewhat shaken by what Qin Niao said.
But a voice in her head told her that this couldn't happen. Cause and effect were reversed, time and space were disordered. Zhao Xingbang wasn't a ghost, but he wasn't a normal living person either.
He might be a ghost who arrived at the wrong time, a person in a state of superposition between life and death.
But another voice told her that she was not a god, so why would she care so much? Even if the six realms of reincarnation collapsed and the underworld collapsed, what did it have to do with her?
She is just an ordinary person.
Shi Ling shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind and said to Qin Niao, "You have a point."
Qin Niao curled his lips and smiled, "Is that so? When Senior's injury heals, he will also enjoy the peace they bought with their blood and tears."
Shi Ling was wavering in her heart, "But I still have to respect the opinions of my seniors."
Qin Niao stroked his chin. "Anyway, we'll win in the end. Once his injuries are healed, we'll take him for a walk. I guarantee he'll fall in love with this era. Isn't that zombie, Lord Wei Hongguang, whom you met before, infatuated with this era now?"
Shi Lingxin thought, that’s because Wei Hongguang is a zombie and can’t go back.
But if I could go back...
Will he choose to stay in the prosperous times that were once out of reach, or will he choose to go to a national crisis and join those people who used to chat and laugh with him, letting the masts and oars turn to ashes and ride on the tide of the times?
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Happy New Year
I have another exam tomorrow
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