"Don't you wonder if that battle report came in handy in the end?"

Bu Operator stared at Lu Xiu's eyes and said meaningfully.

Lu Xiu was silent and did not speak.

He saw people in cheongsam, horse coats and suits coming and going through the streets, and he saw the small citizens crowded in front of the commercial houses fighting for the little invisible "national distress and wealth".

He saw the bustling street scene turn into a false bubble, he saw the smoke of gunpowder and the bloody rain, the mountains and rivers were broken, and they were in danger.

He willingly threw himself into the darkness and was even ready to embrace death. If it weren't for that little red thread on his tail finger, he would have really been lost.

No one was more eager than him to know whether the war report he had paid so much for had come in handy. But he was more afraid than anyone else to know the final outcome of the matter.

The first to break the silence was Xie Lang, who had a good hope and asked, "So in the timeline of this world, did the Qiqi Incident finally break out?"

Lu Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his eyes silently.

Bu Operator smiled and shook his head slowly.

"The wheel of history is rolling forward, how can it be reversed because of a slight change?"

Lu Xiu silently retracted his fingers, and clenched his five fingers in his palm.

His voice trembled almost inaudibly: "Then Miss Lu Jin took great pains to lead us to this era, what is it?"

He expected himself to be the butterfly that could cause a tornado with a few flaps of his wings, but he was told such a result so bluntly by the fortune operator.

(The Butterfly Effect: Small changes can lead to a huge long-term ripple effect of the whole system)

There are action cameras all around, and he is under the lens of the camera, in the name of others and the plot of the variety show, which is obviously a question, but it sounds more like a sigh.

If this is the end of the matter, what is the end of the story? and for what?

Bu Operator continued unhurriedly: "Even if Zhou Shutong got the route map of the march that you sent to him, he still inevitably went to the fate of martyrdom. ”

"The July 7 Incident will still break out, and the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression will still occur, but the casualties will be reduced. ”

"If you know from the beginning, the war report sent to Zhou Shutong will not change the course of history, the war will still break out, and the city will still fall. ”

"Would you pay so much to go down the same path?"

"If you could do it all over again, would you make the same choice?"

Bu Operator's gaze fell on Lu Xiu's body through the lenses of the gold-wire sunglasses, and he stood upright, his whole person was tense, like a sharp knife.

Standing in front of him at this moment was both Lu Xiu and Lu Changqing.

He was a Confucian merchant giant in Beiping City in the chaotic era, and an industry giant in the financial street during the peaceful years.

Lu Xiu's gaze crossed the fortune operator, circled around Xu Chunqiu's body, and suddenly softened.

She wore a bright red cheongsam, just like the bright robe he wore when he sat in the audience of "National Idol" and saw her on stage for the first time.

The red silk fan on the stage wantonly flaunts bright colors, like a beacon fire soaking the mountains and rivers.

The people on the stage sang and sang vigorously, singing, and singing to his heart.

"I will. "Even if my choice doesn't help in the big picture, no matter how many times I try again, I will." ”

"Even if it is just to postpone the fall of the city for a moment, even if there is only one less person dead on the battlefield, even if it is only the slightest invisible possibility, even if there is only one in a thousand, one in ten thousand. ”

"Everything I did was worth it. ”

Lu Xiu smiled.

How many people criticize the drunken gold fans of the Ten Mile Foreign Field, and refute the night Shanghai with the lights on and the temples of the night, and they look at those who crown the adjective "romantic" with disdain.

The Republic of China is not a April day in the world, let alone a girl like a lilac holding an oil-paper umbrella.

But the Republic of China is indeed romantic, but it is not this kind of romance that diffuses a sense of superiority and the smell of copper.

Tens of thousands of martyrs went to the battlefield, resisting foreign aggression with their flesh and blood, and repairing the broken rivers and mountains one after another, what a romance.

The students who took to the streets shouted impassioned slogans, expressing the noblest ideals in their hearts in the most high-profile and enthusiastic way, and fearless of the open guns and dark arrows on the road ahead, how romantic it was.

The romance of the Republic of China was fired at the first shot of Wuchang Shouyi, between the lines of the spicy and sharp words of the ink newspaper, in the frontal battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and artillery fire, and in the red boat cruising on the waves of Jiaxing South Lake.

The romance of the Republic of China is a romance of bloodshed.

I dare not forget the country, even if no one knows me.

So whether it's once, twice, a thousand, ten thousand, he'll make the same choice again.

The staff in the studio stood up excitedly, pointed to Lu Xiu's figure on the monitoring screen and shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, cut the close-up of Mr. Lu, and come to a few more cameras!"

"This script relies on Mr. Lu's words to sublimate the theme, these three views are really ......"

"I almost thought that he was going to put patriotism on his chest in the next second and hit the core values of socialism in his head. ”

The camera lens in the studio was slightly reversed, and the four camera positions each captured every expression on Lu Xiu's face from different angles.

The staff in the monitoring room were cheering for the prospect of the variety show, and they felt that Lu Xiu was putting on a show.

Xie Lang looked at Lu Xiu suspiciously, she didn't seem to understand why he was so deeply emotionally involved because of a script story in a variety show.

Du Zigui and Fu Nanxun stood aside silently, just listening quietly.

Xu Chunqiu couldn't take his eyes off and focused all his attention on him alone, and his breathing became slightly short.

Lu Xiu was lying on the hospital bed, and the scene of lifeless relying on cold medical equipment to maintain her life suddenly appeared in her mind, lingering.

Except for the divination operator, I am afraid that she is the only one who knows that Lu Xiu's categorical rhetoric is not empty words, he has really faced such a choice, and he has really made a difficult choice.

He even settled his future affairs in advance, and told Trumen in advance to transfer the registration of the house and car under his name to Xu Chunqiu's name.

Everything he said was not a lie.