Although my body was following the team, my soul seemed to have drifted away.
Gu Xingmiao was walking on the street with the other members of the team. If you looked closely, you would find that her eyes seemed a little empty.
And this situation is when he finds that there are barrages in his mind——
Others have barrages of comments about not being cannon fodder in real or fake Qianjin stories; or in stories about strong female characters from some era, they have barrages so as not to serve as a control group; at the very least, there are barrages of comments about popular science history in Three Kingdoms stories...
What on earth is going on with me? !
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First of all, the barrage seemed to be asking for help from myself, a person who had traveled to the future alone and was half-dead, asking for help from myself.
Secondly, it was not just one or two people who asked for help, but the entire Chinese nation.
Finally, why was he completely unaware of the live broadcast for so long? This is a true violation of his privacy.
All the scenes that appeared before her were like passing clouds. If it weren't for the barrage of words that appeared in her mind, reminding her that the gods and ancestors she had seen before were not illusions -
I'm afraid everyone would think that they had just entered some kind of illusion.
She really wanted to communicate with those in the comments, but she was worried that if she spoke, it would arouse suspicion from those around her. After all...
Who would talk to themselves in a dungeon for no reason?
It's like being possessed by a demon.
Gu Xingmiao endured it and planned to wait until there was no one around to ask about the details of the barrage.
Although these netizens had already said a lot of things, the comments were sliding too fast and too many, so she couldn't capture the accurate information.
until--
Gu Xingmiao suddenly found that there were fewer comments on the barrage, and the scrolling speed was not as fast as before.
As the barrage of comments gradually decreased, the scrolling entries also became calmer.
Gu Xingmiao caught other words from it, his eyes trembled violently, and he even couldn't help but stop walking.
"Liu Jianguo: Comrade Gu Xingmiao, hello! I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs of China. I am very happy that you can finally see our news. We have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."
"I know this may be rash, but it's true that this is a crucial moment. The strangeness of the 22nd century is approaching, and we've been struggling with how to deal with it. But just now, artifacts from all over the world are shining—"
At the moment when those gods disappeared, at the moment when the tiny points of light flickered in all directions and gradually disappeared, a new morning star was leisurely lit in China of the 22nd century.
Those may be in museums, buried underground, or in some antique markets.
Old things are being activated.
In a heroic way.
In such a complex and profound history, there seems to be no protagonist. Even the smallest role has its place, and even the most powerful person is nothing more than a line of text recorded under the passage of time.
The ultimate end of mankind is death, but in peacetime there is a way to choose death. That is a biological and physiological death, not a loss of life, but it is just out of the statistical scope of time.
The protagonist's halo only exists in a conceptual sense, because there is no halo in history.
Old things have nothing to do with good or bad, strong or weak.
Just like the human beings surviving in the 22nd century, each has his or her own job. In this world, there are always people who need to sweep the floor, people who need to cook, people who need to deliver food or express delivery, and there are always people who are richer than others.
Existence is shining, and luminous existence is meaning.
Perhaps these people will not leave their names in history, but together they built a great shelter for China.
Those who read it later will also be moved by this article, and that is enough.
All the museums, big and small, built by China seemed to emit a slight hum, and it wasn't just the cultural relics—
Some of the derivatives created under the divine system seem to have been infused with souls.
It's an old item from the 22nd century.
Maybe it's a small piece of paper, a worn-out rag doll, or even a small Monkey King figurine sold at a 2-yuan store...
They are not fixed, have no reason or goal, and are scattered in different places around the world.
Waiting to meet the right person.
Liu Jianguo continued to send text messages, but his expression was extremely solemn and serious.
He had originally tried to carefully send out the official document that had been prepared long ago, but when the moment came, he felt that the document seemed inhumane.
In the end, he expressed his true feelings in the most plain way, and only in this way could he truly express his gratitude to Gu Xingmiao.
Thanks to Comrade Gu Xingmiao for her invisible contribution, even though she herself was not aware of it before.
"We're actually a little sorry for you. We're sorry for having you endure so much alone, and for having to broadcast this live to the entire nation. We'll explain everything to you in detail later... But right now, on behalf of China, I sincerely thank you for your contributions to China, and on behalf of China, I bow deeply to you."
"Zhao Wenbin: Hello Comrade Gu Xingmiao, I am from the military."
"Xu Qianyue: Hello, Comrade Gu Xingmiao, the head of the Huaxia Research Department."
"Zhang Xiuwen: Hello, Comrade Gu Xingmiao, I am the Director of the Ancient Culture Research Institute."
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The screen was filled with messages, carrying the names and identities of people from the past, as well as the most sincere greetings.
The most difficult to control netizens all stopped talking at this time, leaving the conversation in the barrage to the people of the country.
This is an encounter that will be recorded in national history.
This is also the most wonderful chapter in history under the collision of time and space.
These celebrities who should have appeared in various daily news reports and on various television programs in the 22nd century now appeared on the barrage.
If these are false——
That seems even more absurd.
Looking at the lines of text, Gu Xingmiao's head was buzzing, and even the original embarrassment seemed to be forgotten a little.
And each piece of news seemed to be telling her.
Don't worry, don't be afraid.
In addition to these divine ancestors from ancient China who are guarding the earth, the Chinese humans of the 22nd century are also behind them.
It turns out that although she traveled through time, her heart was still connected to the past. While she was going through all this, her compatriots from the 22nd century knew everything she had experienced and understood her loneliness and despair.
Dark soil is the nourishment of peace.
The barrage of comments turned into white doves of peace across time and space.
The limitations of dimensions may exist forever, but the collision between the past and the future is indispensable.
Just like Chang'an City.
There is a Chang'an City on the ground and a Chang'an City underground.
Standing on the time scale of the past.
From ancient times to the present, from the present to the future, she traveled through the timeline of Chinese history and civilization.
Reunite with the 22nd century.
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