My right eye is a god-level computer.

Brother Liu also burst into tears, and turned around.

Qin Changhe was still sitting by the bed, silent and expressionless.

He stared closely at the other embroidered shoe.

tick...

His tears dripped on the shoe.

Qin Changhe wiped away his tears, looked up at the ceiling, and tilted his head slightly.

In my mind, I was at the head of the village, climbing up the persimmon tree to pick winter persimmons for Xiaolan.

His hands turned red from the cold.

Xiaolan's face was also flushed from the cold.

He also remembered that he took back a box of compressed cans of the little devil in the alliance.

Xiaolan said it was meat.

Stew together with 4 Chinese cabbage, invite the whole village to eat.

In the end, the cans were all stewed and could not be found, and everyone ate a stomach full of cabbage.

Xiaolan even cried a little.

"Little Lan..."

Qin Changhe finally started crying.

sobbed.

He held Xiaolan's other foot and massaged it slowly for a full 5 minutes, and then slowly put on the embroidered shoes for her.

He got up and looked at Xiaolan who closed his eyes, as if sleeping peacefully.

I really want to kiss her forehead.

But in the thinking of the old society, even holding hands in public is an act that corrupts the morale.

Xiaolan will be shy.

Just look at it that way.

Qin Changhe pursed his lips, his throat was bitter, and his voice was intermittent, "My daughter-in-law is gone, I have to carve a tombstone for her, I have to choose a grave for her, there must be wild flowers and persimmon trees around."

"There must be a place left. I am dead and must be buried beside her."

then.

This steely warrior knelt on the ground and began to cry hysterically.

Everyone was moved by it.

The doctors also forgot about the next work. People often die in the hospital, but this time, it was particularly touching.

Grandma Zhao's internal organs have already failed.

To live up to now is simply a medical miracle.

She seems to be waiting for someone.

Because she said before she was alive that there is no turning back on the bridge of Naihe.

If you want to leave, you have to look at him again.

in the hospital.

The cries kept coming.

One of the young people died because of his kind grandmother.

And another young man, because he saw the woman he loved die with his own eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, these are just two identical juniors.

They will never understand.

What kind of entanglement is involved in this?

Zhao Lan's funeral was simple and solemn.

The relatives almost ignored the man who was always sitting in the corner with a gloomy expression.

He is similar to Qin Guang in appearance.

Probably distant relatives whom I haven't had much contact with.

What everyone wondered was why the sadness on his face was ten times stronger than that of Qin Guang?

After 1 days.

Qin Changhe was holding an urn in his arms, on which was pasted a photo he personally selected for Xiaolan.

It is a black and white photo of Xiaolan when she was young.

Wearing a ponytail, the smile is very bright.

Qin Changhe looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers in front of him, and said in a daze, "Why does Xiaolan rest in this kind of place? There are too many people here, and it's too crowded."

Qin Guang also cried with red eyes, "This is called a cemetery. It is a place where modern people rest forever. The current law... does not allow burials."

"I do not care."

Qin Changhe hugged the urn and refused to go in. "I want to find another place for Xiaolan."

Qin Guang sighed tremblingly, and pointed to the distance, "That one is a red bean tree, which represents lovesickness. The cemetery under the tree was chosen by grandma herself before she was alive."

"is it?"

Tears welled up in Qin Changhe's eyes again, "If Xiaolan likes it, then I will like it."

Zhao Lan was buried.

Qin Changhe sat in front of the tomb in a daze, and didn't want to leave.

Brother Liu pondered, "Changhe, if you cooperate with the research, maybe I can find a way to let you go back to the past, and you have the opportunity to spend the rest of your life with the young Xiaolan."

"Of course I want to cooperate."

"I'm always on call."

"But for the rest of the time, I just want to be with Xiaolan."

As he spoke, Qin Changhe took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was a notice he tore off from the wall of the cemetery.

It is a job posting.

Qin Changhe grinned, "I see that this cemetery is recruiting workers, and there is a shortage of tomb guards. I am strong and fit for the job."

Everyone looked at this silly smiling man.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

No matter whether he goes back or not, Qin Changhe has made the same decision to guard Xiaolan forever.

I saw him grabbing the small cake that belonged to the sacrifice in front of the tombstone.

He took a bite and burst into tears while chewing, "Oh, Xiaolan is very happy to be able to live in this era and eat such delicious food...just lacking my company."

immediately.

He turned his head again and asked Qin Guang, "I never asked you, how far has our country's aircraft developed?"

Qin Guang was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "Our country's J-31 fighter jet has the world's most advanced electronic detection performance, the maximum flight speed is 2205 kilometers per hour, and it can carry 8 missiles."

"Ouch."

Qin Changhe smiled, "It's all so powerful."

He looked up at the blue sky, "I'm very relieved, time has brought birth, old age, sickness and death, and also brought the strength of the motherland, which is very good."

When Brother Liu heard this, he sighed heavily, "But time is also space... It is an insurmountable barrier, it is like an abyss, isolating everything, obliterating everything, now we can only watch helplessly, You can only be bound by it, and you cannot go through it."

"Commander Liu, you are wrong."

"There is something that is not bound by time and space."

But Qin Changhe sniffed and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

He smiled warmly: "Love, it can pass through everything, just like me, I have always loved Xiaolan, regardless of time or place."

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The author says:

Hello everyone, I'm really sorry, today's story is not finished, it was originally three chapters.It turned out that I really ran into troublesome things that affected my writing.

Chapter 672 Promotional Song

Brother Liu and Mo Yu were about to leave.

Standing at the gate of the cemetery.

Looking at the grandfather and grandson in front of Zhao Lan's tombstone from a distance.

Mo Yudao shook his head and said, "Qin Changhe has no identity in the real world."

Brother Liu's right eye flashed purple light, "He already has it."

Mo Yu was startled, and then seemed to understand something.

"Forehead."

"The cemetery wouldn't necessarily hire him."

Brother Liu said again: "I've already bought it."

Mo Yu was silent.

For a moment he looked up to the sky and sighed, "Why do I feel that our Mo family, a thousand-year-old family, is not as strong as you alone?"

Brother Liu looked at Mo Yu.

did not speak.

At this time, a notification sound came from his mind, it was an email from Ajia.

The work of Gemini Software to enter the international market is ready.

The promotion department is going to make a theme song.

To spread it to the whole world.

This is about the image of the twins.

Ah Jia made a special trip to send several candidate songs to Liu Di.

Brother Liu stared at the void.

'Prominent the matching function of twin strangers, the theme is encounter. '

Brother Liu browsed for a while.

I just feel that none of the songs can move me.

perspective.

Qin Changhe was still sitting lonely in front of the tombstone.

Brother Liu suddenly felt emotional.

Traveling through time, love is immortal, I am afraid that there is no more touching encounter in the world than this.

Brother Liu wrote in the void.

Wrote down the name of a song - "Empty Love".

'Thinking is the space in the heart.

Reading is the time in the heart.

Are you looking for someone who has been missing.

under the same sun.

If they don't meet, they are two time and space.