The person in the passenger seat is... Cheng Baidong?
? !
He's not dead?
He's still alive!!
Indeed, yesterday's telegram only said that Cheng Baidong fell off an ice cliff and went missing, without explicitly saying that he was dead. They all had a preconceived misunderstanding, thinking that someone who fell off an ice cliff could definitely not survive.
After the initial shock subsided, Wang Yun suddenly rushed forward like a madman.
Director Li was startled and quickly called out, "Wang Yun? Wang Yun, where are you going?!"
With a loud screech of brakes, the jeep came to a stop just a meter or two in front of Wang Yun.
The driver gasped in fright, stuck his head out of the car window, and yelled, "Are you out of your mind?!"
Ignoring the pleas, Wang Yun immediately went around the front of the car, ran to the passenger side, and frantically pounded on the car window: "Help! Cheng Baidong, help me!"
"Something's happened to Xiao Qiao!"
The car window in front of them quickly rolled down, revealing Cheng Baidong's handsome face, which remained undamaged despite being wrapped in bandages.
He didn't waste time saying much, and directly told Wang Yun, "Get in the car first."
"Okay." Wang Yun knew now wasn't the time to talk, but once the car was started, they could say whatever they wanted on the road.
She nodded, quickly opened the back door of the car, and climbed in.
At this moment, Director Li also rushed over. He wanted to reprimand Wang Yun for his recklessness, but when he saw Cheng Baidong's familiar face, he was so shocked that he swallowed the words he was about to say.
"You, you're Bai? Bai Dong? You're still alive?"
"Director Li, please come up first. We can talk on the way."
As Wang Yun spoke, he reached out his hand to Director Li.
"Okay, okay." Director Li nodded, somewhat dazed, as Wang Yun pulled him into the car.
The car started quickly, leaving the roadside buildings far behind.
The officers from the People's Armed Forces Department came out early, but because they were calling for help, they ended up lagging behind Wang Yun. By the time a group of people hurriedly came out of the People's Armed Forces Department's courtyard, they could only see the shadow of the military green jeep carrying Wang Yun and the others away.
The others were simply disappointed that they hadn't been able to speak with the leaders from the military region.
But Officer Sun was filled with unease.
He refused the family member's request for help and kicked them out, but the person immediately got into the military region leader's jeep...
This leader is from the Southwest Military Region. It seems that Cheng Yajun's older brother is also from the Southwest Military Region.
Could it be that the leaders of the military region came in person to offer condolences to the families of the fallen?
What exactly was Cheng Yajun's elder brother's position? He just sacrificed his life, so why did it attract the attention of leaders who came personally to offer condolences to his family?
Will his superiors hold him accountable for neglecting his duties?
Oh no!
I should have known better than to help Cheng Yajun.
Sun, the cadre, felt a deep sense of remorse, while Wang Yun, whose heart had been pounding all night, was finally able to relax a little after seeing Cheng Baidong.
After Director Li recovered from his initial shock, he couldn't help but ask, "Bai Dong, what happened? Since you're still alive, why did the army send such a telegram yesterday?"
"It's a misunderstanding. It's a long story, and I'll explain it to you later. Let me hear what Wang Yun has to say about her family first."
Cheng Baidong's biggest concern was still his wife Fang Qiao and the child in her belly.
Cultivation knows no time; a thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.
In that strange world where the strong prey on the weak and the system is in disarray, Cheng Baidong, dressed in his past life, is all alone, of low status, and faces the constant threat of death.
Human life is as worthless as grass.
There is no human rights, no dignity.
Modern people find it difficult to adapt to such a distorted world, which is why Cheng Baidong was never able to integrate into it.
He lived a difficult life, with his wife and children being the only force that kept him going. He embarked on the path of cultivation after countless near-death experiences, diligently practicing and hoping that one day he could ascend to immortality, break through the void, and return to Earth.
But countless divinations only yielded bad omens! Bad omens! Bad omens!
The divination was extremely ominous, offering him not even the slightest hope of breaking the deadlock!
Only after his cultivation reached its peak and he made no further progress did he finally uncover the truth of that world.
Because of the collapse of social order and the breakdown of social norms, all mortals were reduced to insignificant beings, and inequality existed among all living beings, so Heaven abandoned that world.
The secrets of heaven are severed; to ascend to immortality is tantamount to courting death.
After so many years of waiting, all that awaited him was despair. Cheng Baidong voluntarily chose to sacrifice himself to nourish the earth.
Cheng Baidong thought that death awaited him, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself back on Earth, the planet he had always dreamed of.
A sudden turn of events, a miraculous escape from a desperate situation—that's exactly what it means!
The military green jeep drove on the muddy dirt road in the countryside. The road was full of potholes, but the speed of the vehicle did not decrease but increased.
Cheng Baidong's longing to return home was as urgent as the speed of a car.
*
Outside Aunt Cheng's house, the two groups remained locked in a stalemate.
With the Cheng family watching them closely, no one dared to leave, fearing that if they did, the Cheng family would once again attack Fang Qiao.
Third Aunt brought over two chairs for Fang Qiao and the old lady to sit down and rest.
Winter is cold to begin with, but at night, the biting wind seeps straight into your bones, making you shiver.
The educated youth simply gathered some firewood, lit a bonfire, and let everyone warm themselves by the fire.
The production team planted wheat in one season and cotton in another. After the cotton was harvested, it was handed over to the collective, and the remaining firewood was basically distributed among the villagers, who took it home to burn as fertilizer.
The village has nothing else, but it has a lot of this stuff.
The leaping flames reflected on everyone's faces, casting distorted shadows.
Cheng Guihe squatted at the base of the wall not far away, smoking a pipe, his cloudy eyes unfathomable.
Cheng Yajun's gaze toward Fang Qiao was filled with naked ruthlessness.
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