In the winter of 1963, the Fifth Academy was still busy, even more so than in previous years.
Most people are still on the job, and only a few civilian staff can get three or four days of vacation.
Just because Ling Yue submitted two projects, most of the people in the Fifth Academy and the Chinese Academy of Sciences had no holidays.
Ling Yue felt sympathetic about this, and then got on the bus back home to celebrate the New Year without any burden.
In the courtyard, the crabapple blossoms had disappeared. White snow piled up on the eaves and tree branches, and the reflected light made the sky seem a little brighter.
My eldest sister has lost some weight, but she looks in good shape.
It was the first time that Ling Yue saw Xiangzhong sitting in the room as soon as she entered the room.
"You're back." Xiangzhong put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "I heard Comrade Zilin call to complain. I thought you wouldn't come back this year."
"How could that be? Uncle Zhou, don't listen to Uncle Qian's nonsense."
Ling Yue, who is already 24 years old, still looks like she hasn't grown up at all. With a height of 1.55 meters and a round baby face, people think she is a child when she goes out.
But Xiangzhong looked a little older, and the age spots on his face slowly climbed up and fell on his face.
She seemed to be suffering from illness, and her lips were a little pale. Looking at her like Ling Yue, one would have thought they were father and daughter.
"Uncle Zhou, I want to move my parents back to Nanjing in the spring."
Ling Yue casually draped her coat on the chair next to her and sat down. There was a fire in the room, so it wasn't cold.
"Have you thought about it?" Xiangzhong paused. He always felt that something was wrong with Lingyue during this period.
"Well, my parents have always wanted to return to their roots, so it would be nice to take them back to visit."
"Okay, I'll arrange it." Xiangzhong nodded.
After the matter was settled and the New Year's Eve dinner was finished, Ling Yue did not rush to leave.
I went to the optical cable construction base in the fall, and after I came back, I stayed in the Fifth Academy and never went out again.
It wasn't until two days ago when Ling Yue came up with a plan that he was able to catch his breath.
In 1964, Ling Yue turned down the Education Bureau's request for her to be a tutor and brought her parents back to Nanjing.
Standing in front of the graves of Ling's father and mother, Ling Yue put down the medal she had just received and said, "I didn't bring shame upon you. Your daughter's name will be engraved in history books, along with you."
"I'm sorry, and thank you."
I'm sorry for taking your daughter's identity, and thank you for allowing this country to accept an outsider like me.
After inspecting the radar base and visiting the telecommunications bureau, he returned to the Fifth Academy and began his retreat.
In 1965, optical cables were fully laid, currently limited to military use. At the same time, information connectivity began, and all military regions with computers began to share the network and use the network to achieve data defense and monitoring.
The Fifth Academy and the weapons research institutes of various military regions have conducted research and development of data control weapons using optical cables, with significant results.
In 1966, a new round of space program started, and the main person in charge was Qian Zilin. Qian Zilin had to show off his hearing aid wherever he went. This was the first one in the world, and Ling Yue designed it specifically for him.
It was also in this year that the Tiangong Project was launched and the construction of the space station was put on the agenda, preventing foreign countries from suppressing Longguo in the space station.
Deng He is based in Xinjiang and Qinghai, constantly innovating in nuclear construction, making advanced plans for controllable nuclear power, and starting to continuously attempt nuclear breakthroughs.
In 1967, fiber optic telephones were connected to households. Anyone with money could install a telephone at home. Those without money could work together to install long-distance telephones in the village, and prices were also brought down.
Household electrical appliances were exported abroad and in short supply. Mr. Fu from the Ministry of Economic Affairs was always in high spirits wherever he went. Mr. Deng further promoted industrial development, and factories in Dragon Country began to cooperate with the state.
It was not until 1969 that Ling Yue came up with dozens of project plans, large and small, and hundreds of project ideas, and began to move into the laboratory.
After using up all her savings to purchase biological experimental equipment, Ling Yue settled in her own laboratory and even converted the laboratory office into her own room.
In 1970, it was bustling outside, with people celebrating the good results of the college entrance examination students.
No one knew that in the laboratory of the Fifth Academy, Ling Yue was receiving an IV drip and wiping the blood from her nose while conducting her final experiment.
Number Seven jumped anxiously on the computer screen: "Lingyue, take a break."
Ever since the truth was revealed, Number Seven never called Ling Yue the "Maker" again.
"It's okay, we're running out of time."
Last year, she went to the Forbidden City to submit a project plan and met Xiangzhong. Xiangzhong's condition was not as good as she had imagined.
His cheeks became more prominent, he had more and more age spots on his face, his complexion became paler and paler, and he even needed someone to support him when walking.
She didn't know how much longer it would take, but she knew that she didn't have much time left.
In early 1971, Ling Yue looked at the milky white liquid in her hand with a smile on her face and a relaxed and comfortable tone.
"Number seven, it worked."
Number 7 was silent for a moment: "Yeah, it worked."
It had initially held out hope, thinking that Ling Yue was not a biologist and knew nothing about medicine, and even if he had the technology, he wouldn't be able to make a life-saving potion.
I might have given up if I encountered some difficulties, but I didn’t expect Ling Yue to be able to do it.
Perhaps, this is what humans call 'fate'?
“Nothing is predetermined. Only continuous learning and breakthroughs can help you overcome difficulties.”
Ling Yue sat in front of the table with papers spread out on it. Ink stains stained the white paper, polluting the painting.
I wanted to write a lot, but I found that it was all in vain and I couldn’t even write a single word.
I feel empty inside, thinking back on the past. It’s only been fourteen years, but it feels like a century.
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