"Comrade, are you looking for me?"

A gentle voice like a warm breeze in late spring came from behind.

Xu Jiarong turned around, took off her sunglasses, saw the appearance of the ghost clearly, and was slightly stunned, there was no imaginary miserable image.

Forty or fifty years old, dressed in a half-worn military coat, with a pale face, a messy beard under his chin, and a round frame of glasses with a broken leg and a rope attached to the bridge of his nose with a reddish nose.

"Comrade, are you looking for me?"

The ghost had a gentle smile on its face.

The face is born from the heart, this is a quiet and peaceful person.

"I, I'm here to help you, what do you want?"

Xu Jiarong calmed down and said softly.

The ghost looked at Xu Jiarong for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and walked towards the crack.

It's hard to see people, how can you just let people go, Xu Jiarong immediately said: "Big brother, it's 2018"

The ghost's walking body froze, and after about ten seconds, he turned around slowly, staring at Xu Jiarong's jacket with a pair of cloudy eyes, and looked at it for a long time before he said, "I said that the clothes you are wearing, why are they so strange, it turns out that so many years have passed." ”

After a pause for a few seconds, the ghost said again: "How is the country, is it still blocked, can the people afford to eat, hydrogen bomb, uh, this, you shouldn't know." ”

Xu Jiarong looked at this ghost who had been floating in the underground river under the Gobi Desert for many years, and her heart tingled.

"It has been 40 years since the reform and opening up, and our country's economic strength has jumped to the second place in the world, second only to the United States. As for the hydrogen bomb you mentioned, it was successfully developed 51 years ago. ”

The ghost's dim eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked over, grabbed Xu Jiarong's hand excitedly, and asked long and short questions.

When I learned about the achievements of the country, I said that it was 'worth it'.

Xu Jiarong also learned from the ghost's story that the ghost's name is Wu Ming, and he is a scientific research worker who silently dedicated himself to the first generation of national defense industry. During an operation to find a special ore, he fell into an underground river.

"If you really want to help me, take me home"

Wu Ming looked to the east, his eyes showing longing.

"Good"

Xu Jiarong nodded in agreement.

Contributing to the country, Wu Ming is a scientist who has been floating in the underground river for decades, and she is full of respect.

"Slow"

Chu Feng appeared on one side.

Xu Jiarong and Wu Ming turned their heads at the same time, the expression on Xu Jiarong's face was joy, and the expression on Wu Ming's face was surprise.

"His soul is weak, and if he is far away from here, he will automatically disintegrate, let Poor Dao help him replenish some yin qi first."

Chu Feng said, waving his fingers lightly. Gray gas spilled out from his fingers, swept into Wu Ming's body.

A golden immortal personally cast a spell, and the effect was obvious, and in less than two breaths, Wu Ming's body became extremely condensed.

"My memory has become so clear, and the muddy feeling is gone."

A happy look appeared on Wu Ming's face.

Chu Feng smiled, released his brilliance, and carried Wu Ming and Xu Jiarong through the space and came to a dilapidated and powerful community.

"Here?"

Wu Ming looked at the unfamiliar place, his eyes filled with doubt.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and pointed, and more than twenty steps away, on a bench under a willow tree with green branches hanging like a curtain, there was an extremely thin, white-haired, wrinkled face, and an old woman with no sparkle in her eyes.

"Who is she?"

Wu Ming stared at the old woman for a long time, and there was no face in his memory that coincided with this face.

"Poor Dao found her according to the bloodline index, she is your daughter."

Chu Feng said softly.

"Daughter?"

Wu Ming's mind about his daughter's face became clear, it was a delicate and dignified face, and the old woman in front of him was completely two people.

"Poor Dao checked her memory, she is a good person, for more than 20 years, most of the money she earns has been donated to various charities and the poor, not long ago, she really had no money, rejected a few donors, was abused by the other party's phone calls, and the whole person collapsed."

Chu Feng looked emotional.

Another good man, and another tragedy.

"What about her, her offspring?"

Wu Ming asked in a trembling voice.

"See for yourself"

Chu Feng stretched out his finger and pointed it on Wu Ming's head, entering the experience of the old woman in the second half of her life.

Pictures came to Wu Ming's mind.

In the first picture, in the middle of winter, with goose feathers and heavy snow, a delicate and dignified young woman stands outside the yurt, reading a letter and shedding tears. His expression was full of helplessness and desolation.

In the second picture, a middle-aged woman is taking care of a paralyzed man, and her movements and manners are very gentle.

In the third picture, a middle-aged woman with white sideburns stands in front of a posthumous portrait in a daze.

In the fourth scene, a middle-aged woman walks out of a factory with a sad face holding an envelope stuffed with a few banknotes.

In the fifth picture, the middle-aged woman is a little older, and several people take the money from her, and they are very grateful.

In the sixth picture, a middle-aged woman, selling snacks on the side of the road, is chased by the chengguan.

In the seventh scene, an elderly woman who has received an official award stands on a high platform to speak, and when she returns home, many people call her to ask for money, and her face is full of sorrow.

In the eighth picture, all kinds of ugly scolding are heard on the phone, and the elderly woman is sitting on the old sofa with a dead face.

"This is my daughter's life!"

Wu Ming couldn't believe what he saw.

"At the age of twenty-two, I went to Inner Mongolia, I went back at the age of thirty-three, my husband was paralyzed and took care of me for fifteen years, my husband died, I was laid off at the age of forty-nine, I sold snacks for a living, because I had no offspring, most of the money I earned was donated, and at the age of seventy-four, I was abused by phone and collapsed, she is a good person."

Chu Feng briefly introduced the life of the old woman.

"It's my fault, it's my fault, if I were still alive, she wouldn't be like this in this life."

Wu Ming's face was full of self-blame.

Suddenly, the old woman got up from the bench and walked towards the entrance of the community in a daze.

Chu Feng followed behind with the ghost and Xu Jiarong.

Half an hour later, by a sparkling lake, the old woman stood in a daze, as if she wanted to jump.

"Don't"

Wu Ming pounced to stop it.

Chu Feng was faster than him and directly took the person to a forest.

Wu Xuefang, who was groggy in her head, opened her eyes and saw a young and good-looking Taoist priest, an extremely beautiful woman, and a man in a military coat with his head down and his face unclear.

"You saved me?"

"Light Snow"

Wu Ming raised his head and called Wu Xueru's nickname softly.

"You?" Wu Xuefang looked at Wu Ming suspiciously, and after half a sound, she said in a trembling voice: "You, you are your father?" ”

"It's me, Xiaoxue, Dad is back late"

Wu Ming hung his head in shame.