For a moment, Lin Wanjun thought that Song Zhanjin had followed her secretly!
It really looks alike!
Whether in terms of body shape, height, outline or temperament, he is 70% similar to Song Zhanjin.
But he is not Song Zhanjin.
The person in front of me was wearing an old-fashioned double-breasted shirt, his temples were half gray, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life and heavy sorrow.
He looked at Lin Wanjun and smiled, looking gentle and calm, even with a little bit of the love and tolerance of an elder for a younger person.
"Little girl, are you scared?"
Even though Lin Wanjun was well prepared, she was still so frightened that she was speechless when she saw the living person in front of her.
She nodded first, then shook her head, her voice halting.
"W-who are you?"
"Didn't I tell you last time, my name is Song Xizhou!"
The man smiled and stood still, obviously afraid that he would scare Lin Wanjun if he rushed forward.
"But I asked Song Zhanjin, and he said there's no one named Song Xizhou in the Song family's ancestry!"
"Song Zhanjin? Mingcheng's child?"
The man narrowed his eyes and repeated Song Zhanjin's name twice, with a smile on his lips.
"Then you asked the wrong person. You should ask Mingcheng!"
He replied, "If you ask Mingcheng, he'll tell you that his grandfather's name was Xiu, and his courtesy name was Xizhou!"
Lin Wanjun's eyes suddenly widened.
"You... you really are my great-grandfather!"
Great-grandfather Song Xiu, the hero who gave up writing to join the army to defend his country and eventually "sacrificed" on the battlefield!
Song Xiu looked at Lin Wanjun and seemed very satisfied.
"Aren't you scared? After all, according to normal time calculation, I should have been dead forty years now!"
Lin Wanjun smiled.
"You said it was under normal circumstances, but here we are, time itself is not normal!"
Lin Wanjun smiled.
"This spatial world is beyond normal cognition. It is an existence that cannot be explained by science. Everything that happens here is within expectations."
She said, "When I saw your blood-stained uniform and learned that your remains were never found after your death, I guessed you were probably here!"
Although it was magical, Lin Wanjun was also very happy.
"Have you been here all along? Why didn't I notice you before? Where were you hiding?"
Song Xiu pointed to the depths of the boundless space.
"After I was seriously injured, I fell into a deep sleep in space until one day you woke me up."
"I've seen the supplies you've stored. They have production dates on them, and they're from the 1970s. Does that mean we've won, right?"
This scene appeared in my dream.
Lin Wanjun nodded heavily, feeling indescribable excitement and joy.
She and Song Xiu sat on the steps and recounted in detail the glorious chapter of the motherland from the turbulent war years to the establishment and development of the new country.
Song Xiu listened very carefully.
Lin Wanjun not only talked about the 1970s, the era in which they were living.
She kept talking about the launch of the first artificial satellite, the explosion of the first atomic bomb, the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and the bell of the 21st century...
"It took me two days and two nights to get here from North City by train, but did you know? In a few decades, it will only take seven hours to get from here to North City!"
Lin Wanjun told Song Xiu about the changes and development of the railway in the motherland, from the long journey and slow travel to the rapid development of traveling thousands of miles in a day.
Song Xiu's eyes widened.
"You mean, it only took you two days and two nights to get from Beicheng to the Gobi Desert?"
He recalled the scene when he ran thousands of miles in straw sandals to fight. Even under the premise of a rapid march, it took him more than 20 days!
What else did the little girl say?
She said that in a few decades, it would only take seven hours to get from Beicheng to the Gobi Desert...
"Seven hours? How is it possible to arrive in seven hours?"
Song Xiu couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"If only there had been the high-speed rail you mentioned... oh yes, high-speed rail, my soldiers and I wouldn't have had to endure all the hardships of sleeping in the open air!"
He recalled those glorious years and couldn't help but shed tears.
It’s so hard! It’s so difficult!
They headed north, crossing mountains and rivers, sleeping in the open air, eating tree bark and digging grass roots.
But even so, they never gave up the red faith in their hearts!
Lin Wanjun looked at the tears in Song Xiu's eyes and felt a little uncomfortable.
"Now, we have satellites, aircraft carriers, cruisers, and the J-20. Our military is strong and powerful. No one dares to bully us anymore!"
"Throughout history, national dignity has rested only on the edge of the sword, and truth only within the range of the cannon!"
When Song Xiu heard "the truth is only within the range of cannons", his eyes suddenly widened.
After a long time, he took a deep breath.
"Yes, cannons are the only way to measure land area! Child, I finally understand why I chose you!"
Lin Wanjun looked confused.
"What chooses me? Who chooses me?"
"Space! Why did this mysterious space choose you as its master?!"
Song Xiu looked up at the vast and boundless world of space and said with a smile, "Do you think the initiative is in our hands? No, the initiative is always in the hands of space."
"Who will be its master, who will control its world? It's all decided by space!"
Song Xiu said in a deep voice, "Since I fell asleep, this space has not accepted a new owner until more than forty years later, when it chose you!"
Lin Wanjun was stunned.
"But, but this world is just a novel created by an author! And I'm just a supporting character. The fate of everyone else is in the hands of the author!"
Song Xiu sneered disdainfully.
"Novels? The author controls our destiny? Remember, child, destiny is always in our own hands. Where you live, there is the world!"
"If you don't accept your fate, then rise up and fight. Life is so vast, how can we let mere scholars write our destiny at will?"
These few short words were like a thunderclap exploding in Lin Wanjun's ears, and she suddenly raised her head.
Yes, why should the pen that writes your own destiny be in the hands of others?
She was a living person, why should she submit? Why couldn't she resist?
So what if I traveled into a book world? So what if Dong Yingying was the heroine?
She insists on breaking free from her shackles and living her life as a super heroine who is even more brilliant and glorious than the heroine!
There was a glint of stubbornness in Lin Wanjun's eyes, and she stood up suddenly.
"So what if Dong Yingying is the heroine? I won't give Song Zhanjin to her. I'm going to steal her heroine's crown. I'm going to live my life like a ray of light!"
And that stupid original author created a heroine who was just as stupid as herself as the official match for Song Zhanjin. It really ruined Song Zhanjin!
Song Xiu looked at the girl in front of him and couldn't help laughing.
Well, he is very satisfied with this great-grandson’s wife!
After Lin Wanjun calmed down, she still raised a question.
"But in the original storyline, Dong Yingying also activated the space's storage function, but she didn't become one with it. How do you explain this?"
Song Xiu replied, "My guess is that the Song family encountered an unprecedented crisis, which led to the activation of the space. This has nothing to do with Dong Yingying."
"And the fact that the space could choose you again after being manipulated by Dong Yingying proves that Dong Yingying doesn't have the ability to help the Song family survive the disaster!"
Lin Wanjun was puzzled.
"But in the original plot, the ending was that Song Zhanjin and Dong Yingying had a grand wedding!"
Song Xiu frowned.
"Are you sure this is the real ending?"
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