A flash of light suddenly appeared in the open space of the base.

On the two-meter-high platform, a brand new box appeared out of thin air, with slight energy fluctuations emanating from it.

"Here we go!"

The young man in charge of receiving the goods shouted loudly, his voice full of uncontrollable excitement.

Several staff members who were waiting nearby immediately came over.

They unpacked the boxes deftly, and the strong smell of the New Year filled the air.

Boxes of red couplets were neatly stacked, next to them were bags of packaged dumplings with words like "Fu Man Tang" and "Zhao Cai Jin Bao" written on them, several bottles of canned seasonings with alluring aromas, and even candies that children loved to eat.

"Ouch, it's candy!"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses reached out and picked up a candy, carefully tearing open the package as if it was some rare treasure.

He put the candy in his mouth, his eyes lit up slightly: "It's so sweet."

A young girl next to her picked up a bag of dumpling fillings and said in disbelief:

"This... is meat filling? Our ancestors were so kind!"

"Yes, this was sent by our ancestors three hundred years ago."

The staff in charge of registration smiled.

"It's Chinese New Year, and they are thinking about us, so that we can have a decent Chinese New Year."

After a brief silence, everyone burst into cheers.

"Hurry, go and share it with others!"

"This New Year is so precious!"

"Also, this couplet must be posted on the door of our base!"

Some people carefully held the boxes of New Year's goods, while others were so excited that they directly picked up a "Fu" character and stuck it to their chest.

The laughter and joy echoed, and the strong New Year atmosphere made everyone's face full of smiles.

An elderly woman suddenly whispered:

"It's really not easy. Our ancestors are still thinking about us!"

Someone next to him took over the conversation, with a sigh in his tone:

"Who says it's not true? They themselves have a hard time, yet they still want to send gifts to us, the people of the last days."

"Those are our ancestors. Let's be grateful."

Another young man said this, holding the couplet in his arms, his eyes reddened.

"If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have made it this far."

The atmosphere gradually calmed down.

Everyone knows that the efforts of their ancestors are behind each piece of New Year's goods.

It was they who brought warmth from three hundred years ago to the end of the world.

Amidst the sighs, someone opened a bottle of red wine - it was a gift along with the New Year gifts.

"It's Chinese New Year, let's pay respect to our ancestors."

The middle-aged man raised his cup, his voice choking slightly.

"Respect those ancestors, respect our savior."

The liquid in the cup swayed slightly under the light. Everyone raised their cups and said in unison:

"Respect our ancestors, respect our savior!"

The lights in the cafeteria are bright.

The originally deserted hall was now bustling with people, and the long dining table was filled with New Year's goods taken out of boxes.

The dumplings were lined up in a row, steaming hot, with thin skin and big fillings.

Next to it is fresh roast duck, vacuum-packed bacon, and a variety of vegetables.

Every child sitting at the table couldn't help swallowing.

Some of their parents and relatives died of starvation, some died in natural disasters, and some died at the claws of alien beasts.

This is the most common scene in the last days.

But fortunately, the base has very good welfare policies for them, and they get New Year’s goods here first.

In addition to food, there are also various toys and clothes, all sent by people who care about them.

There was laughter in their eyes.

Especially the children who had just been rescued from the alien forest, tears fell when they smelled the fragrance of these foods.

"Is this... candy?"

A little girl with two ponytails timidly pointed at the packaging bag on the table and asked.

The nurse next to her smiled and nodded, then took out a candy from the bag and handed it to her:

"Yes, this is candy, given to us by our ancestors three hundred years ago."

The little girl took the candy, held it in her palm and looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but put it in her mouth.

The sweetness instantly explodes on the tip of your tongue.

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she shouted happily:

"It's sweet! It's really sweet!"

When the children nearby heard her words, they immediately rushed forward, scrambling to grab the candy.

The whole orphanage became bustling with laughter echoing in every corner.

The nurse stood aside, watching this scene with a smile, and said softly: "Thank you, my ancestors." In the military engineering camp.

"Come on, come on! It's time for dumplings!"

A young girl shouted loudly, coming over with a plate of dumplings just out of the pot, smiling like a child.

She placed the plate in the middle of the table. The dumpling skin was translucent and the aroma was fragrant.

"This stuffing is celery and meat!"

She added excitedly,

"My mother couldn't believe that I could still eat meat dumplings in my life."

Everyone gathered around immediately, and someone picked up a dumpling, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The aroma of the dumplings blooms on the tip of your tongue; the deliciousness and softness almost bring tears to your eyes.

An old soldier chewed it for a few times, and his eyes suddenly turned red:

"This smell... is so beautiful, so beautiful."

He put down his chopsticks and wiped his eyes gently:

"Back then, we didn't have a New Year... We never thought we could eat dumplings..."

"We are so happy, so happy!"

The young man sitting opposite him forgot to swallow the dumpling in his mouth after hearing this.

He looked down at the food in his bowl and said softly, "If it weren't for our ancestors... we wouldn't even be qualified to celebrate the New Year now."

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Everyone fell silent.

The cafeteria was less noisy and bustling, but everyone's eyes were more serious.

"Come, let's toast to our ancestors." Someone raised the cup and said in a loud voice.

Everyone in the hall stood up, raised their cups, and faced the screen on the cafeteria wall.

On the screen, the Spring Festival Gala from three hundred years ago is being played.

It was an era of prosperity and joy, a world full of sunshine and brightness.

The cups raised by everyone seemed to have traveled through time, carrying the most sincere gratitude of the people of the last days.

"Respect our ancestors and our savior."

On the far wall hung a couplet that had just been taken out of the teleportation box.

In black letters on a red background, it reads:

"Crossing time and space for thousands of years, sharing the eternal spring of the world."

On the screen, a live broadcast of the apocalyptic New Year is playing.

The background is the simple cafeteria of the apocalyptic base, where a group of people are sitting around a table eating steaming dumplings.

Although the world outside the window was gray and desolate, everyone had a long-lost smile on their face.

The children held the candies and showed innocent surprise when they took a bite, while the old people stroked the couplets in their hands with tears in their eyes.

Bullet screens flew by:

【I cried when I saw them eating dumplings.】

[We sent these dumplings to them, didn’t we? Fortunately, they like them.]

[Those are our descendants. I hope they can hold on.]

[The little girl's smile while eating candy is exactly the same as my daughter's when she was little. ]

【People three hundred years from now will have such a hard life, we must do more for them! 】

【This is the true flavor of the New Year, a flavor that transcends time. 】

【When I saw them putting up the couplets, my heart really warmed up. 】

【To everyone in the future, it is really not easy for you to hold on until today. 】

The barrage of comments increased, and the emotions became more and more genuine.

Modern people in front of the live broadcast screen, no matter which city or family they are in, feel a heavy sense of responsibility and warmth at this moment.

They have never felt that the meaning of the New Year is so profound.