News of the celebration has spread throughout Kyushu.
Kyoto University.
Su Jinnian was wearing a white coat and sitting on a bench by the lake with a cup of coffee.
The breeze gradually picked up, ruffling a pool of autumn water.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and stared at the lake in trance.
After arriving in Kyoto City, I have been busy doing experiments, analyzing data, and planning projects day and night. I have never taken time to sit here like today.
The mind is empty and the nerves are no longer tense.
The muscles, skin, and bones of the body seem to be relaxing.
The sun shines on me, and time seems to stand still.
She sat like this for an unknown amount of time before the sound of the radio brought her back to reality from this ethereal state.
"Hello, classmates and teachers."
"This is Kyoto University Campus Broadcasting, and I am the station director Sa Beining."
"There are still two hours left, and the celebration is about to begin. Students who have bought tickets, please enter the school gymnasium in advance."
"Students who have not bought tickets should not be disappointed. TVs and projection equipment in various canteens, auditoriums, and classrooms will start live streaming of the celebration."
"Of course, you can also watch it on computers, mobile phones and other devices."
"Sa Beining will also join you to watch this Kyushu grand ceremony!"
On the radio, another voice suddenly sounded: "Xiao Sa, hurry up, the scene is about to be blocked. If you can't catch up, I finally got the tickets..."
"Grass!"
"Beep beep~"
"Please enjoy the music below."
"Damn it, why bother with the broadcast? It's going to be too late!"
There was a sound of footsteps and the sound of a door closing on the radio.
In the campus, the students immediately began to curse.
"Day! Didn't you say randomly selected!"
“Most of the people who went there were from the student union!”
"Shady story! There is a shady story!"
"The student union is operating behind closed doors! Give us back our admission tickets!"
The originally quiet campus immediately exploded into chaos.
The celebration was held at the Temple of War and had been promoted with great fanfare for a week.
Kyoto University, which is close to the water, has also been allocated 60 places.
It may seem small, but this is the result that the school has worked hard to achieve.
It is said that on the black market, tickets for the celebration have been sold for 100 million, but they are still priceless!
Su Jinnian listened to the scolding sounds coming from the dormitory building, looked up at the blue sky, and said to himself, "That's great."
She stood up and placed the unfinished coffee on top of the trash can.
When I met a female student who was walking by in a hurry with a book in her arms, she said, "Hey, classmate."
The girl stopped and looked at her suspiciously.
Su Jinnian handed over his ticket and said, "Send it to you."
The female student held the ticket and didn't react for a long time. After a while, her eyes became brighter and brighter, "This, this..."
When she came to her senses, she turned around to look for her and found that the woman in a white coat wearing gold-rimmed glasses had already walked away with her hands in the pockets of her white coat.
The female student suppressed her ecstasy, bought a shared bicycle, pedaled fiercely, and rushed out of the school towards the Temple of War.
…
South China Sea, a certain sea area.
Wang Hongbo was lying on the railing, urging on his mobile phone.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Zhao Jing, who was on a video call with him, said angrily, "Don't rush me, it won't start until an hour later!"
Wang Hongbo looked at the crowd of people behind his girlfriend and said: "There are so many people. If you go late, you won't be able to get a good seat!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Jing let out an ouch, bumped into a middle-aged man, and apologized quickly.
"Little girl, please pay attention to your safety." The man said, turned around, put his feet up, looked ahead, and cursed, "What are you doing? The road is blocked like this and no one cares."
Someone next to him said: "There's nothing we can do about it. There are nearly 10 million people in Kyoto. Adding in the people coming from other places, there are probably more than 20 million people in this city."
"Ouch, my head!"
"Fuck! Someone actually dares to fly with a sword!"
Soon, a net flew out, covering the atavist who was flying with the sword, and pulled him down.
Wang Hongbo looked at the dense crowd in the video and sighed, "Oh, we can't watch the live broadcast anymore. Quietly, don't go. It's too late with the traffic jam like this."
Zhao Jing's eyes were red and she was about to cry.
She was doing archaeological excavations in another place. After receiving the invitation, she rushed back without stopping. However, the road was too congested, with people from all over the world converging on Kyoto.
The journey that could only take half a day took three days.
I finally entered Kyoto City, but unexpectedly it was even more congested than outside.
Seeing her like this, Wang Hongbo quickly comforted her.
But at this moment, the admission ticket held tightly in his hand suddenly glowed brightly and quickly grew in size.
Zhao Jing was startled and subconsciously let go.
The admission ticket turned into a golden blanket and unfolded in front of Zhao Jing.
Everyone around looked at this scene in surprise.
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, understood something, and stood up. The next moment, the admission ticket turned into a golden blanket carrying her and flew into the air.
No catching net flew out, and no one from the Kyoto Security Department came to stop it.
Zhao Jing stood on the golden carpet, firmly on the tall building, and flew towards the War Temple.
Around her, hundreds, thousands, thousands of people stood on the golden carpet, converging into a golden torrent, converging in the same direction.
South China Sea.
Wang Hongbo stared at the phone, shocked and speechless.
"Hong Bo! What are you doing here? The celebration is about to start. Come to the conference room and watch the live broadcast!"
…
On the edge of Jiangling City, there is a small fishing village.
At the canteen at the entrance of the village, a few lonely old people who stayed in the village gathered together.
The canteen owner knocked on the TV, and an unclear picture popped up.
"No!"
"Did my eyes get blurred?"
"I can't even see clearly."
Old men and women expressed their dissatisfaction.
An old woman in her nineties walked over with a cane and said shakily, "What are you looking at? So many people?"
An old man said, "The demon clan has been defeated and we need to celebrate!"
Another grandma said, "There is a new God of War."
"Are you going to fight monsters?" The old woman immediately became excited and pulled a stool to sit down next to her.
The canteen owner shouted to the kid upstairs, "Turn left!"
The child bit the lollipop and twisted the antenna.
"You're on the right, let me go to the left!"
"Yes, turn a little more, there is more, come back a little more!"
"Okay, it's clear, don't move, just keep it like this."
The little boy's hands were shaking a little and he was sweating. "Grandpa Zhang, I can't hold on any longer!"
The canteen owner said, "I'll give you another lollipop."
The little boy wondered, "But I don't have the strength in my hands."
"Add another pack of spicy strips."
"I can hold on again!"
The old men and women were watching the unclear live broadcast when they suddenly noticed a military vehicle parked on the road dozens of meters away.
The road into the village is only more than one meter wide, and military vehicles cannot get in at all.
Three soldiers got out of the car and walked along the gravel and dust path to the entrance of the village.
The leading officer stepped forward and asked, "Old man, is Shen Zhanpeng from your village?"
"who?"
"What did you say?"
"Shen Sanpao?"
The old people's ears were not working well and they did not hear the officer's words clearly.
On the roof of the canteen, a barefoot little boy said, "Uncle Shen is from our village, but he went to fight. When I said he flew a fighter jet, everyone didn't believe me and said I was bragging."
"They said Uncle Shen was lame and couldn't even drive a car. It was impossible for him to fly a fighter jet."
The officer was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Child, do you know where his home is? We have not been able to contact his family."
The little boy said, "His mother is dead, his father is also dead, he has no relatives, and no one is willing to marry him. Before leaving, he gave all the keys to his house to Granny Zhang, who has no place to live."
The officer was stunned, feeling a tightness in his chest, a panic in his heart, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
"Then..." the officer's Adam's apple twitched, "then do you know where his parents are buried?"
"I know!" The little boy slid down the ladder quickly, "I'll take you there."
After walking a few steps, he turned around and said to the owner of the canteen, "Grandpa Wu, I'll take them there and come back to show you the antenna, a lollipop, and a pack of spicy strips. You can't cheat!"
The little boy turned around and said to the officer again, "The road is not easy to walk on. You city dwellers, please don't fall."
He led the three of them through rugged mountain roads. Some sections of the road were so steep that they had to pull on weeds or branches to get up.
We walked for about ten minutes.
When we came to a hillside, there were two small graves, not far apart.
From here, you can see the sea.
The officer came to a grave, took a shovel, and thrust it into the ground.
He kept shoveling the ground, throwing shovelfuls of soil aside, and kept repeating this action, as if he didn't know what tiredness was.
The little boy looked at the box held by the soldier next to him, walked over gently, and asked, "Is Uncle Shen in there?"
The soldier gritted his teeth and nodded.
But he knew that it was just a gun used by the soldier named Shen Zhanpeng.
I heard that that man died in the Northern Expedition and didn't even leave his body behind.
"Uncle Shen said that people will die if we fight."
The little boy lowered his head, knelt beside the pit, and took out the soil.
The crimson star flag wrapped the urn without ashes, placed it at the bottom of the pit, and was then covered with soil.
The sea breeze blew, and three cigarettes were erected on the new, small, low grave.
The little boy took out a wooden fighter jet from his pocket, stood on tiptoes, and placed it on the grave.
The officer and two soldiers stood in front of the new grave, snapping to attention and saluting.
Because of the backlight, the little boy could not see their expressions clearly.
I only saw the clothes they were wearing, which were exactly the same as the clothes Uncle Shen hid under the box.
After saluting, the three people left in silence.
The little boy sat next to the grave for a while, muttered something to himself, got up, patted his butt, and left.
But after taking a few steps, he turned around again, looked at the three small and short graves, and waved, "Uncle Shen, goodbye."
The sea breeze blew past two old graves and a new grave. Under the sun, the wooden airplane on the grave faced the wind, as if it was about to fly.
The little boy returned to the canteen and heard the voice on the black and white TV:
