I sent technology to another world, and the country praised me for my good fortune

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On this day, the streets and alleys were filled with a bright and sunny atmosphere. Everyone had a smile on their face and walked briskly. Even the office workers changed their decadent look and walked into the company gate with a rare smile on their faces.

As soon as I stepped into the company, I heard the cheerful and festive song "Good Luck Comes".

The cow and horse decided: Today, we will temporarily forgive the dog boss for one day.

Not only in companies, but even in street shops, the sound of New Year songs with gongs and drums could be heard. If you didn't know, you would think that today was New Year's Day.

Because of this common topic, now everyone can chat with strangers when they meet them on the street.

Every dog that passes by gets a big smile.

"boom--"

In broad daylight, someone set off fireworks.

Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in first-tier cities, and the police arrived soon after.

The person setting off the fireworks was a middle-aged man with an old face, who looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit and stood straight.

He seemed to have expected them to come. He looked calm and composed, and continued to light the fireworks.

Looking up at the fireworks in the sky that were not obvious but flashed by like sparks, the middle-aged man said to himself, "They didn't set off the fireworks that year, but I set them off today."

Just these few words made the two policemen's eyes instantly red. They lowered their heads and tried to suppress their embarrassed emotions.

The middle-aged man murmured in a low voice, as if telling a story, a story full of sadness.

"On August 1945, 8, the Sakura Country announced its unconditional surrender, and the news spread across China like a spring breeze.

At this historic moment, the Chinese people were immersed in immense joy. Newspapers were sold out, with no time to print them. They rushed to tell each other and share the joy of victory.

In the streets and alleys of the city, people flocked to the streets, holding colorful flags and slogans, and loudly cheering slogans such as "Victory! Victory!"

Their faces were filled with joyful smiles and their eyes were sparkling with tears of excitement. They had waited for this moment for too long, too long.

The farmers rarely put down their farm work and gathered together to celebrate the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. There was still a lot of dirt on their thin and weathered faces. They couldn't help but shed tears while laughing. In the end, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

For this moment, they sacrificed so much, lost so much, and experienced so much.

But obviously, they did nothing wrong.

On that day, some people beat drums and gongs, some set off firecrackers, and children also joined the celebration. They ran and jumped happily, like wildly growing weeds. Those were the hope of China.

They sang the national anthem with tears of excitement in their eyes, with respect for the country and a firm and resolute patriotism.

The old and deep voice was low, like the narration in a book, and the rich sadness almost solidified into substance.

He said: "My great-grandfather, great-grandmother, grandparents, two uncles, one uncle, two aunts, one aunt, one cousin, two cousins, and one cousin are all gone."

In those days, it was difficult to recover corpses.

Therefore, many nameless monuments can be seen along the battle routes.

The middle-aged man glanced around the house and said, "In my family, only my father's lineage is left."

If it weren't for the clothes they were wearing, the two policemen would have burst into tears long ago. Even though they were trying hard to hold back their tears, their voices were still a little hoarse, as if their throats were cut by a knife.

They took off their hats, turned around and saluted toward the house, then said "excuse me" to the middle-aged man and left.

When he turned around, he could no longer hold it in.

The middle-aged man didn't look at them and kept looking up at the sky.

After a long time, he pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Death is too easy for them."

If possible, he would also like to use those human experiments on them, retaliate against their beastly methods one by one, and let them taste the feeling of being worse than death.

A cough was heard from inside the room, "Xingguo."

The middle-aged man strode quickly back to the living room, where his father was sitting on the sofa watching the news on TV.

The news was broadcasting live the wreckage of the Sakura Country. After being swept by the huge tsunami, now one could only see the devastation below through the clear sea surface, and a slight bulge in the sea level. Those were the few tall buildings, and only a black dot remained.

The reporter's clear and loud voice came from the TV. Although he appeared very serious, the smile in his eyes revealed his mood at the moment.

"Dad." Zhao Xingguo half-knelt beside his father, holding one of his hands.

The old man leaned against the back of the sofa, did not respond, his eyes half closed, his breathing gradually becoming shallower and lighter until it stopped.

Zhao Xingguo's heart stagnated, and he tightened his grip on his father's hand again and again. His eyes turned red and tears flashed in his eyes. Tears streamed down his face, and the intense sadness made it hard for him to breathe, and he almost roared in repressed voice.

"dad!"

Zhao Xingguo's wife and son, who had just rushed back from another place, heard the cry before they even stepped into the door. Their hearts suddenly skipped a beat and they threw their luggage to the ground.

"dad!"

"grandfather!"

When the mother and son saw the old man sitting motionless on the sofa, they couldn't help but burst into tears and were extremely sad. At that moment, all their strength seemed to be drained away, their legs became weak, and they fell to their knees with a bang.

Just one step, just one step!

Neighbors who heard the noise could not come over to see what was happening. They all shook their heads in regret and said, "Old Zhao was in good health. How could he suddenly... Oh!"

"Alas, he was over eighty years old and had no illness or disaster. It can be considered a happy death."

Having said that, I still feel depressed when I think that I will never see the old man who likes to sit at the door and bask in the sun again.

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A villa in Beijing

The hundred people looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Zheng Jia: "Suddenly I feel...we are quite childish."

Fang Hewei nodded in agreement, "Compared to your majesty, it is indeed a bit of a small witch compared to a big witch."

With one move, they can destroy a country.

They, on the other hand, were content with stealing a little.

Others murmured, "Your Majesty and the general are truly extraordinary."

Shao Jiaqi looked confused, "But isn't there a rule that says you can't actively hurt others?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw them looking at him with indescribable eyes, with a hint of disgust.

Shao Jiaqi was not convinced: "What are you doing? Am I wrong?"

Zheng Jia sighed, "You forgot that Sakura Country and China have an irreconcilable feud. Maybe Boss Fu also agrees with your Majesty's plan."

Fang Hewei: "That's right, and your Majesty is different from us. Boss Fu can give your Majesty more authority, so of course your Majesty can do whatever he wants."

"So where are we going next?"

The mission has been exceeded.

Someone raised his hand and said excitedly: "I know, we are in Beijing now. When we come to Beijing, of course we have to go to Tiananmen Square to see the great man, and then we have to go to the Great Wall, where you are not a hero if you don't go there!"

"Then let's talk to Minister You and arrange a time first."

You Xiaojun was no less shocked than them. Although the outside world suspected that the tsunami was abnormal, after investigation, the evidence showed that the tsunami came suddenly and without any warning.

To sum up: that is the inevitable death.