"Comrade, are you looking for me?"

A gentle sound like the warm wind in late spring came from behind.

Xu Jiarong turned around, took off her sunglasses, saw the ghost clearly, and was slightly stunned, without the tragic appearance she had imagined.

He looked like he was in his forties and fifties, wearing a half-old military coat, with a blue and white face, a messy stubble under his jaw, and a little red nose bridge, with a round-frame glasses connected with a rope.

"Comrade, are you looking for me?"

A gentle smile appeared on the ghost's face.

The face is born from the heart, this is a peaceful 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 while, smiled and shook his head, and walked towards the crack.

After finally seeing someone, how could you just let someone go? Xu Jiarong immediately said: "Brother, it's 2018 now."

The ghost's body was walking stiffened. After about ten seconds, he turned around slowly, staring at Xu Jiarong's windbreaker. After looking for a long time, he said, "I said the clothes you are wearing are so strange. It turns out that so many years have passed."

After a few seconds of pause, the ghost said again: "How is the country going? It's still blocked? Can the people afford to eat? Hydrogen bombs, uh, this, you probably don't know."

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

"It has been forty years since the reform and opening up. Our country's economic strength has jumped to second place in the world, second only to the United States. Many ordinary people have had high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high blood lipids and obesity because of their good life. As for the hydrogen bomb you mentioned, it was successfully developed fifty years ago."

The ghost's dim eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over and grabbed Xu Jiarong's hand with excitement, asking questions about his length and shortness.

When I learned about the achievements made by the country, I said it was worth it.

Xu Jiarong also learned from the ghost's story that the ghost was named Wu Ming, who was a scientific researcher who silently contributed to the first generation of national defense industry. During an operation to find special ores, he fell into the underground river.

"You really want to help me, just take me home."

Wu Ming looked to the east, and his eyes showed longing.

"good"

Xu Jiarong nodded in agreement.

Wu Ming, a scientist who has been floating in the underground river for decades, has full of respect for her.

"Slow down"

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 joyful, while the expression on Wu Ming's face was surprised.

"He has a weak soul. If he leaves here, he will automatically disintegrate. Let me first help him replenish some yin energy."

After Chu Feng said that, he waved his fingers lightly. The gray gas overflowed from his fingers and penetrated into Wu Ming's body.

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

"My memory has become clear, and that feeling of chaoticness has disappeared."

A joy appeared on Wu Ming's face.

Chu Feng smiled, released his light, wrapped Wu Ming, and Xu Jiarong broke through the space and came to a very dilapidated community.

"here it is?"

Wu Ming looked at the strange place, his eyes filled with confusion.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand, and twenty steps away, on a bench under a willow tree with green branches hanging like curtains, sitting an extremely thin, gray-haired, wrinkled face and unrestrained eyes.

"she is?"

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

"I found her according to the bloodline index. She is your daughter."

Chu Feng said softly.

"daughter?"

Wu Ming's face about his daughter became clear. It was a pretty and dignified face, and it was completely two different people from the old and lifeless old woman in front of him.

"I checked her memory. She is a good person. Over the past 20 years, most of the money she earned has been donated to various charities and poor people. Not long ago, I really had no money and refused several donors. I was insulted by the other party's phone call and collapsed."

Chu Feng sighed.

Another good person, another tragedy.

"Where is her descendants?"

Wu Ming asked in a trembling voice.

"You can take a look at it yourself"

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

Pictures appeared in Wu Ming's mind.

The first scene is in a deep winter, with heavy snow on the sky, and a delicate and dignified young woman standing outside the yurt, reading a letter while shedding tears. Her expression was full of helplessness and desolation.

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

In the third picture, the middle-aged woman with a little white temple, standing in front of a portrait in a daze.

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

In the fifth scene, the middle-aged woman is getting older again, and a few people take the money from her, thanking her for a lot of gratitude.

The sixth scene is a middle-aged woman selling snacks on the roadside and is chased by the urban management.

In the seventh picture, an elderly woman received official awards, stood on the platform and spoke. When she returned home, many people called her for money, and her face was full of sorrow.

In the eighth picture, all kinds of unpleasant curses came from the phone, and the elderly woman sat on the old sofa with a look of grey face.

"This is my daughter's life!"

Wu Ming couldn't believe what he saw.

"At the age of 22, I went to Inner Mongolia and returned at the age of 33, my husband was paralyzed and took care of him for fifteen years. My husband died and was laid off at the age of 49, and I made a living by selling snacks. Because I had no offspring, most of the money I earned was donated. At the age of 74, I was insulted by phone and collapsed. She was a good person."

Chu Feng briefly introduced the old woman's life.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. If I were still alive, she wouldn't have been like this in her life."

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

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

Chu Feng brought the ghost, and Xu Jiarong followed behind.

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

"don't want"

Wu Ming rushed over to stop him.

Chu Feng was faster than him and took the person directly into a wood.

Wu Xuefang, who was groggy, opened her eyes and saw a young and beautiful Taoist priest, an extremely beautiful woman, and a military coat man with his head down and unable to see his face clearly.

"You saved me?"

"Little Snow"

Wu Ming raised his head and whispered to Wu Xueru's nickname.

"You?" Wu Xuefang looked at Wu Ming in confusion. After a while, she said in a trembling voice: "You, are you father?"

"It's me, Xiaoxue, Dad is late to come back."
Chapter completed!