"It's all about old sesame and rotten millet. There have been no revivalists for a long time." Lao Chen interrupted Jiang Zhixian and said with a slightly tired look on his old face: "For the sake of you being a kid from the Jiang family, we I just asked you to come in and sit down, don’t mention anything else."
"Is he a boy from the Jiang family?" The bald old scholar held his eyes, stepped forward and looked carefully, "Hey, this nose is exactly the same as Jiang Tong's!"
"Get out of the way, let me take a look." Guifen, an old lady wearing a little Tweet, pushed away the bald man in front of her, grabbed Jiang Zhixian's arm with great interest, and smiled happily, "I didn't expect that Jiang Tong's grandson He’s grown so big.”
"I heard that Pang Xieyi rescued him. How is the old crab now?" The blind man in white groped for the stone table, sat down, and said in a nostalgic tone, "I think back then, Pang Xieyi and Jiang Tong were fighting in the training ground every day. , no one is convinced by anyone, I didn’t expect that when something happened to the Jiang family in the end, he would be the first one to stand up.”
"It's not easy, hey..." Someone sighed softly, recalling the glorious past, but now things have changed.
"Who is this female doll?" An old man looked at Shen Qingqing next to him in surprise, "Why do I look at it, does it look familiar?"
Shen Qiao was looked over by more than a dozen pairs of eyes. She pursed her lips, but before she spoke, Jiang Zhixian next to her took the initiative to introduce her.
"My wife."
In one sentence, Shen Qingqiao's identity was revealed.
After all, when something happened to the Chiang family, the Shen family protected themselves wisely and retreated bravely. They were not considered "one of their own."
"Tsk tsk, what a blessing." The stubborn old man wearing reading glasses snorted softly and muttered: "That old guy Pang Xieyi ruined our research results back then and didn't dare to show up for so many years. Why? Sent you out?"
"Hey, Old Huang, why are you bringing this up! Those instruments have problems to begin with. Our research direction was wrong from the beginning. If they are broken, they will be broken." Old Chen interrupted Old Man Huang, hunched over and sat on Jiang's desk. Opposite of Zhixian.
Behind him are all famous researchers from 20 years ago.
The old lady with her hair tied into a small pull is Gui Fen, a professor of pharmacy. The stubborn old man wearing reading glasses is a senior number cruncher, known as Lao Huang. There is also the old blind man in white with a childish face and fair hair. He used to be engaged in drawing design, but now everyone calls him blind man Yang.
They had made great contributions to the imperial capital, but their names were wiped out by their own country.
Looking back now, they are just a group of ordinary old men and women. They live in a mental hospital anonymously and seem to have spent their entire lives.
The gatekeeper, Old Chen, was Chen Zhong, the most vocal core figure of the revivalists back then. His hair was now gray, and his face had been covered with ravines over the years. Years of regret and guilt had made him bend down and he could no longer straighten his body. Can't get up.
"How did you know this place?" Lao Chen looked at Jiang Zhixian and asked.
Jiang Zhixian did not hide anything and said straightforwardly: "Old Crab has been setting up an spy nearby for ten years and has been hiding it. I was curious, so I came to take a look."
This is half true and half false. It is true that I got the information from the old crab. I am curious to see if it is false.
He didn't forget what he was here for.
"I said these years, why do I always feel like someone is watching me? It turns out to be that old bastard Pang Xieyi." Mr. Huang snorted coldly, not forgetting to say "mudi" in his mouth.
Lao Chen raised his hand to signal him not to speak yet, and then stared at Jiang Zhixian with sharp eyes, "I don't believe you brought your wife here just out of curiosity."
"Mr. Chen is extremely smart. I knew I couldn't hide it." Jiang Zhixian smiled and started to play the emotional card. "When something happened to the Jiang family, my grandfather once told me that if I could escape one day,
, when you meet Mr. Chen, you can say hello to him, and he also asked me to bring you a message."
After saying that, all the old people around him looked over in silence.
There was an indescribable light in their eyes, as if they were filled with tears, or like new springs gushing out of old dry wells.
Jiang Zhixian glanced at everyone present, and after a long time, he slowly said: "My grandfather said that the Jiang family has declined, but the loyal soul will never be extinguished. The things he and you have planned will be beneficial to the future. Even if I die, I will die."
That’s it.”
Every word is striking and deafening.
"He..." Old Chen's voice trembled, and his eye circles gradually turned red, "Your grandfather loved to study the ancient earth culture the most. He was obviously a military man, but he chose to study history, and he even formed a revivalist group with us. After that...
...Fetching water from a bamboo basket was all in vain. I often wonder if I took the big guys on the wrong path. Otherwise, your parents wouldn't have died in the second galaxy back then, and not even their bodies could be found."
Since ancient times, political strife has been a bloody road paved with human lives.
All in all, in addition to the Jiang family, every researcher present was also liquidated by the empire one by one.
"Mr. Chen, if you go out and see the current situation of the empire, you won't think that the revivalist's choice is wrong." Jiang Zhixian said calmly.
Over the years, the empire has sacrificed so many people, and in the end it just raised a bunch of moths.
Lao Chen's face trembled slightly, and his old eyes were full of regret, "What is right and what is wrong? Hey... we are old, and we can't control what happens in the future."
There was an eerie silence in the yard. The old people looked at each other, as if they wanted to argue something, but could not say a word.
Have they resigned themselves to their fate?
Even if you don't accept your fate, what can you do?
Jiang Zhixian seemed to have guessed their thoughts and continued: "After the death of the old king, the institute and the royal family fought openly and secretly, attracting many wolves from other galaxies who wanted a piece of the soup. If the revivalists still want to break up, then they can
Li, now is the best opportunity!"
"No!" Old Chen frowned and slammed his hand on the table. "Do you know what the revivalists are? Once the empire loses Tianshu, the entire third galaxy will be finished, and our research has already failed.
Already."
"Nonsense!" Blind Yang placed the fan heavily on the stone table. "There can be no problem with my drawings. There is no way that Beidou can't be inferior to Tianshu."
"Humph, there will be no problem with my calculation." Mr. Huang, who was wearing reading glasses, said with a stubborn temper and a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.
The old lady Guifen also put her hands on her hips and said firmly: "I have studied chemistry all my life. If nothing else, liquid energy is absolutely no problem."
"Then who has the problem? Is it our production team?" Zhou Dachui became unhappy and shouted with a black face, "Old Chen, tell me, where is the problem?"
"Everyone, please be quiet." Lao Chen yelled to suppress the noisy scene.
Every time "Beidou" is involved, everyone always gets into a quarrel.
And its prototype has long been dismantled by old crabs.