My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

36,

Without Chen Yuyuan or Zhang Wensheng to lead me, and without the stable ground to walk on before, I spent a lot of effort on the "sinking" Nimbus to regain the position of the trestle in my memory.

I don't know how long it has been since the first time I came here... The time has become an indistinguishable number. In my heart, it seems like a mess of needles, and I can't make sense of it.I can only estimate it by front or back, and mark it with specific things in memory...

For some, even what I remember is false.

To Miss Tong, I am a heinous Young Marshal Cao, and I may be more worthy of her love.

For Ms. Lu, I am a virtual image in a magazine, a shadow in a photo.

For my dad, my refusal to stay at home and copy scriptures made him unable to protect me.

For Zhang Wensheng...

... Now that I am about to die, I don't want to think too much about Zhang Wensheng.

When I walked up again—actually when I climbed up the trestle bridge that I once came with Zhang Wensheng and Chen Yuyuan, the burning tongue of the "sun" was about to climb out of the abyss-like dark well.

The air is scorching hot, and the light of the time matrix has rushed out of the edge of the well. It is shaped like a crazy golden crow, and it is a red fire overflowing with madness. No two, no one can ignore it, no one can not fear it.

It burns wantonly, proudly out of sight, and tries to engulf everything.It's far more brilliant than anything I've ever seen, and far more terrifying.

For a moment, I even felt that it was like a huge monster's egg, which just broke through the hard shell.Its real core sprang out from the crack of time, roaring and screaming, facing me, demanding a debt from me.

My life is given by it, and its life comes from me.I really can't believe that I, who can't do anything, can be related to such a great thing, and I have something to do with it.

One of my arms was completely numb on the way here because I was shot by Ling Haiyang and pulled Zhang Wensheng hard, and now I feel nothing.

With the remaining hand, I took out the space-time locator from my pocket, pressed my elbow on it, and unscrewed it with one hand.

The crystal ball that can borrow power from the sun is in my hand, emitting a quiet blue and white light around me.

I made gestures a few times, trying to find a more secure position where I could activate the ball with one hand, but my hands were not big enough and my fingers were not long enough, so it was almost impossible.

I was sitting on the rim of the burning well, and the landslide and tsunami-like vibrations were all around me, tearing apart the Tiangong that might disappear at any time.

I can handle my fear of death, and now I'm stuck with the simplest little problem.

I figured maybe I could slip the ball back into my uniform pocket and slap it hard on my chest as I jumped into the well.

To be honest, I have seriously considered even this approach.

The ship tilted even more, and I suspected it would flip right over in the clouds.We will all be dumped into the sky like garbage and waste water, and die meaninglessly like this.I can no longer hesitate...

At this moment, a pair of hands were behind me, suddenly encircling my heart.

I heard a sound—a silent gasp.

Its lingering sound played in my ears and eyes, and in an instant, I thought of a name.

My body was hanging from the dangerous railing—a shock.I quickly turned my head back.

Sure enough, I saw Zhang Wensheng.

One of his arms was drawn tightly around my chest and abdomen, and the other moved to cover my hand holding the locator.

I leaned back, there was Zhang Wensheng's body, I could rub his chin with the top of my head.

His hand covered mine, and he pressed it lightly as a gesture.

I said I was going to jump and felt his jaw tap in agreement.

I get it, he's going to be with me, to do this together.

Unlike Mr. Chen, I don't need to die alone.

37,

I don't know what to say about this matter, anyway, I always feel that there is something wrong with the bed I'm lying on.

very serious problem.

This bed, under my waist, seems to protrude a hard object, which is always uneven.

I, Cao Shiyue, newcomer Cao Yu's goose—I don't know how long it has been lying on such a bed that makes my back hurt.

This pain was only a little bit at first, and gradually spread from one point on the spine to my whole body.I finally trembled in pain and started screaming.

It's terrible, I don't even sound like myself.I screamed, wanted to move, wanted to get up, but couldn't.His body still felt like he had a high fever for several days, limp like rotten noodles.

To open the eyes, the upper and lower eyelids seem to be glued together, torn apart.Enduring the pain and swelling, I finally narrowed my eyes a little.

Then I saw a person.

A woman - Yingzi.

Tong Shaoying.

I woke up suddenly.Things don't get better, they go worse. I'm very used to this kind of operation.

I'm not afraid of waking up to worse after a lot of going bad.I'm not afraid that I'll wake up, but I haven't saved anyone I wanted to save, and I haven't kept anything I wanted to keep.If I fail, I may try again... But I must be afraid of seeing Sakura, a crazy woman, when I open my eyes.

I opened my eyes and saw her, she was leaning towards me and said: Hey...Cao Shiyue, are you awake?

It's over, she knows me.She called out my name in one bite!

When it was over, she was still holding an old book in her hand, the shape of the cover was so familiar to me—this familiar, tattered book, hardcover, ocher-colored, overturned, the spine of the book was already torn.A line of dignified gravure characters "the largest in the Republic of China..." is exposed on the damaged spine.I can't stand it.

The one who recognizes me and loves to read such crap books must be Yingzi, not her sister.

My... heroism this time? --blasting? — Self-mutilation? ——Traveling? ...I don't know what it is, but the result is that it takes me back to the time when everything was bad, bad?

I sighed, and closed my eyes again.

In the dead darkness, Yingzi's sharp voice penetrated into my ears: The professor said that you will wake up in about two days, and my senior sister and I took turns looking at you, so I ran into you.

professor? ——Wait, could it be that this time, when did I wear it until Chen Yuyuan was still there?

I quickly opened my eyes again.After a lot of effort, I managed to speak out: Chen Yuyuan...I'm looking for...Chen Yuyuan...where is he...?

Yingzi smiled: Of course he is in the laboratory!

She put the dirty old book on my stomach, and reached out to touch the small mirror on the table: "I am, my name is Yingzi, the professor sent me to guard you."Tell me if you feel uncomfortable!Well... the professor said call him to the medical center as soon as you wake up!

I hated the book she had on my stomach, so I shook my body trying to shake it out.My body wasn't straight and didn't listen to me. I moved and moved before it slipped a little.I glanced at it from the corner of my eye, and suddenly, I discovered that the characters on the spine of the book were different from what I remembered.

It is printed on it: "The Biography of Cao Shiyue, the No. [-] Miscellaneous Family in the Republic of China".

I was a little confused, so I read it quickly: Hey...the number one in the Republic of China...Cao Shiyue...?

Yingzi copied the book away: It has the same name as you, right? This is a celebrity in the Republic of China...my idol, hehe.I really like this man. He is capable of writing, martial arts, painting, and singing. He has compiled many local operas and written many books.

I stared at the book dumbfounded: Oh.Is it really Cao Shiyue?

Yingzi said: It has the same name as you.The professor said there was nothing strange about it, there have been many people with the same name and surname in the past hundred years.This Cao Shi is getting bigger and bigger. He is the son of Cao Yu, the governor of Jiangsu Province. He was born at the age of 59. He raised this baby bump carefully and cultivated a generation of heroes.He has a good friend who used to be his father's secretary, surnamed Shen, who later turned into a bandit.He also has a confidant, a famous actress who sings northern opera, known as Bai Suzhen...

I continued to be dumbfounded, and interrupted her introduction directly: Cao Shiyue is still some kind of hero? !

Yingzi said: "Heroes are my own words."Most people don't understand him, and they judge him casually, usually saying that he is a madman.

My father, of course, is Cao Yu, the governor of Jiangsu.But he didn't give birth to me so late... Now I'm confused, and I don't even dare to think whether he gave birth to me or not.Zhang Wensheng said that my birth was the first mistake.Then, countless mistakes ensued...

My hands were finally able to move, I managed to lift them up an inch, and pointed to the small mirror on Yingzi's hand: Your professor... is it Chen Yuyuan?

Yingzi was stunned: Brother Cao, the professor said that your memory may be disordered when you wake up, it seems to be true!Chen Yuyuan is our senior sister's husband!He is also a student of the professor.

? ? ? ?What is this mess? !I was so shocked that I couldn't close my mouth: Is your senior sister——?

Sakura stood up and put the book on the bedside table.

It's over, it's over, you don't know the person who took care of you for a few days.Muttering, she slid her finger across the mirror.

Suddenly, she turned the mirror upside down and faced me.

I don't see my face, what I see is a photo printed under the mirror.

It was a group photo of a man and a woman in denim shirts. The woman was lying on the man's shoulder. The two had dark hair and looked young and happy.

I have seen this photo!This is the last photo of Chen Yuyuan's wife Enning, taken three days before she died in a car accident.

Do not--!

I let out a shrill cry, and my hands and feet trembled under my struggle because I couldn't move normally.Trembling all over, I screamed:

Go stop it!Go and stop——!Don't let her out!Don't let your senior sister touch the car!

Yingzi hurriedly held me down: What's wrong with you!what's wrong with you?help!

I shouted: Your senior sister will encounter a car accident three days after taking this photo!

Yingzi said: Yes, she was in a car accident, but that was six weeks ago.There was a big fireball in the explosion of the car accident, and the video became popular all over the Internet.Fortunately, people are all right.But our other senior brother Ling Haiyang was also in the car. He was not so lucky. He suffered from serious burns and is still under observation in the ICU ward.

I choked.Things are completely wrong with what I remember... Do I think I should shut up quickly and avoid disadvantages?

I stared at Yingzi, and Yingzi stared at me again, we both looked at each other very strictly like we were watching a madman.Finally, she let go of the hand that was holding down my limbs, retreated to the side of the bed, and sat down again.

Brother Cao, are you having a nightmare?After all, life in a black hole is not easy.she concluded.

I asked her: Did I enter a black hole?

She said: I got in, I got in before I was admitted.The professor only figured out a way to drag you out two days ago.Fortunately, we teach the masters of technology, and they are indeed the No. 1 in the study of this time wormhole.

I blinked, my eyelids were swollen and painful, this was not a dream.I have a lot of questions I want to ask her, and I have no clue at the moment.I thought about it and started with the simplest.

I asked her again: Your professor...um...our professor...what's his last name?

Sakura frowned and looked at me, but didn't answer right away.

I hastened to add: I now... um... my memory is very disordered... what the professor said.

At this time, a light flashed on the mirror, it vibrated and a crisp bell sounded.

Yingzi stuffed it into my hand, and said in a tone of accusation: Professor!Brother Cao woke up, his brain is completely out of order, you can see for yourself!

So I put my head down.

The first thing I saw was the nearly white hair of the person in the mirror.

This is a very handsome man, with soft contours, smooth skin, light eyebrows, and light lips.

The corners of his lips are slightly upturned, in a natural and gentle shape, like a small water chestnut.

The whole person is kind and kind, only his eyes are full of light, which looks like a hero.

I held the mirror in both hands, and this man was sitting in the mirror.I don't know the distance between him and me now, and I don't know how this mirror catches wind and shadows.

Yet I could see him and recognize him.Although his hair is already white.

For a time, there are countless operas that I have memorized, sang, nostalgic, and pondered, those poems and songs, and even scriptures and Buddhist scriptures. Thousands of words are whistling in my heart.

I recognized him, and then I was so confused that I couldn't speak.

So, this time, when we meet again, he still speaks first.

He—Zhang Wensheng—moved his lips to me in the mirror.

He smiled, with white hair on his head, and called my name.

I heard voices coming from the mirror, the glass vibrating between my fingers.

He called me: Cao Shiyue!

He said: You are finally willing to come, I have been waiting for you outside for more than 20 years.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I bit the tip of my tongue.I stammered: Sheng, Brother Sheng...is it really you?is it you?

He laughed out loud, very carefree.

I saw his image in the mirror, raised a hand, and stroked my hair, which was as white as winter snow, pretending to be chic.It was only at this moment that I noticed that on his soft face, there were many fine lines faintly engraved by time.

In the reflection of the mirror, I could slightly see my own face.My hair is black, I haven't changed, only he has aged many years.

What happened after we pressed the locator, I have to learn from him slowly in the future.

Now, just watch him stroke his hair and listen to him talking nonsense, that would be great.

So I just smirked and laughed out loud.

Amid our laughter one after another across the mirror, I heard him announce to me loudly: You are looking for Zhang Wensheng, and I am Zhang Wensheng.For all eternity, time is real.

(End of the article)