White armor

Chapter 262: The world's wish has been fulfilled, from now on, the gods and immortals

"!!!"

"Everyone in the circle agrees that, I'm not kidding, it's about the same as a low-level master's degree in the UK." Luo Hao smiled, "There are titles with great value, and the Young Distinguished Scholar is one of them. Otherwise, it can't be said that the Young Distinguished Scholar is a stepping stone to becoming an academician."

"What about the members of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States?" Feng Zixuan was a little eager.

"I don't really want to, mainly because the food and accommodation there are not suitable. When I went to Feidao in Changnan City, I heard the local director say that he had been to the United States once and the dormitory was full of stinky leaves." Luo Hao replied.

"!!!"

"I don't know if it's true or not, but I'm not interested in that side."

Feng Zixuan looked at Luo Hao silently and listened to him say that these high-sounding existences were not worth mentioning.

It's like a dream.

Luo Hao is bragging, right? Member of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States, that's a very prestigious title!
At that time, an expert who failed to be elected as an academician in China went to the National Academy of Sciences of the United States to become an academician, which caused an uproar in China.

The legendary sayings about seniority and having to stand up and toast when Hawking came seemed to come from that time.

Luo Hao is bragging, he must be bragging! Feng Zixuan thought to himself.

"Director Feng, one Outstanding Young Scholar is indeed not enough, but I have no idea what other honors I will get. I will wait and see what opportunity presents itself."

Luo Hao glanced at his luck value, smiled, and felt confident.

"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Live up to the mission?

Feng Zixuan looked at Luo Hao for a long time and said deeply, "Xiao Luo, let me tell you something."

"You tell me."

"You know the number of CNS papers."

"That's the matter." Luo Hao laughed, "Peking University and Tsinghua University can publish more than 20 papers a year, followed by Zhejiang University, which can publish more than 10 papers. Thanks to the number of CNSs I have published, our medical university and affiliated hospital seem to have raised their research level to the level of Zhejiang University."

Feng Zixuan's eyes were a little complicated. It turned out that Luo Hao knew everything very well.

"Do you mean that it will be difficult for me to leave the Medical University and return to Union Medical College?" Luo Hao asked.

Feng Zixuan sighed unconcealedly.

He knows everything very clearly, from the cause to the consequence.

"Xiao Luo, leaving too fast is not a good thing. Of course, it's up to you to make the choice, and I will definitely help you." Feng Zixuan said from the bottom of his heart.

"Director Feng, thank you." Luo Hao expressed his gratitude.

Although Feng Zixuan received some thanks, he knew that Luo Hao's thanks were just casual words.

There was not much he could do. Even the only time Luo Hao made a complaint, the other party ended up with nothing because they were afraid of Luo Hao.

This young man is truly invulnerable to swords and guns. Feng Zixuan looked at Luo Hao in a daze.

"Director Feng?"

"Director Feng?"

Luo Hao called out twice, and Feng Zixuan finally recovered. He smiled helplessly, "Xiao Luo, the hospital wants me to provide you with the greatest help. Just ask for whatever you want."

"emmmm."

To Feng Zixuan's surprise, Luo Hao actually started thinking.

He actually has a problem and wants to ask me for help?

But a few seconds later, Luo Hao smiled and said politely, "Then I'll have to trouble Director Feng more in the future."

"No trouble, what do you want?"

"Not yet."

Feng Zixuan was a little disappointed.

"Then I'll be leaving first, Director Feng." After Luo Hao finished speaking, he stood up and bowed slightly, politely.

……

A few days later, Luo Hao and Wang Jiani returned to Donglian City.

Chen Yong had no time, so he accompanied Zhuzi and seized the last time to perfect his survival skills in the wild to avoid any accidents.

The bamboo is also working hard, and everything is moving in a good direction.

After returning to Donglian, Luo Hao did not let Wang Jiani accompany him. He left the girl at home to chat with his mother, and bought two bottles of wine, a roast chicken, and a bag of fruit.

Luo Hao doesn't care about those so-called traditions. His habit is to bring some things to the Martyrs' Cemetery every year on the day his father passed away, sit for a while and chat with the old man.

Although the weather has been getting colder day by day since the beginning of summer this year, the temperature was around 16 or 7 degrees Celsius after the last two rains, as if it was a joke.

But the weather is nice today, the sun is shining on my body and it feels warm.

I don’t know why, but Luo Hao always feels very quiet every time he comes to the Martyrs Cemetery.

He suddenly remembered something, and he didn't know whether Chen Yong could see anything.

Recalling the day when 307 stalled when descending from Funiu Mountain, and that people could still be seen around in the radar image, Luo Hao always felt that Chen Yong really knew something.

But Luo Hao couldn't say exactly what it was.

It is called a cemetery, but it is different from ordinary cemeteries.

Tombstones are located one after another on the hillside. At the foot of the mountain is a market where people flock to every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Going up the mountain, there are green trees all over the place, which is a place for the elderly and children to chat and play.

There are rarely couples here. Even though it is close to several technical secondary schools and vocational schools nearby, young couples are reluctant to come here.

Come to think of it, who would be so affectionate in a martyrs' cemetery?

Luo Hao has always liked the hustle and bustle here.

It just looks a little deserted today.

Luo Hao didn't care and went to the guard post with his things.

"Uncle Li, are you busy?" Luo Hao stuck his head in the guardhouse and greeted the old man who was watching a short video on Volcano.

"Hey, Xiao Luo, you're here to see your dad again."

"Ah."

Uncle Li didn't hesitate. He turned off his cell phone, walked out of the lobby and looked up at the sky.

"Uncle Li, why does it feel like there are fewer people here today?" Luo Hao asked.

"Tui, stupid leader." Uncle Li cursed.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"The stupid leaders in the city said that the Martyrs' Cemetery should be serious, and that stalls were prohibited and children were not allowed to play there."

Luo Hao shrugged, what an idiot indeed.

Anyone who is qualified to lie here, who doesn't want to see a peaceful and prosperous world? Who would like to be lonely?

The result was not good.

"And then?" Luo Hao took out a cigarette, shook it out, lit it for Uncle Li, and lit one for himself. Then Luo Hao stuffed two boxes of cigarettes into Uncle Li's pocket.

"Little Luo, you are still so polite." Uncle Li did not refuse, but just laughed it off.

"Oh, it's been so many years, please don't be polite to me." Luo Hao smiled and took a puff of cigarette, "Everyone is used to it, what should I do about the leader's request?"

"I don't know how those idiots got to that position." Uncle Li spat again and started to curse. "As long as they don't come to inspect, everything will remain the same. They said that some leaders will come to inspect today and tomorrow, so it's a bit quiet."

"Oh."

"Actually, young people haven't seen the world." Uncle Li calmed down a little, took a puff of cigarette, and said hunched over, "I always want to live in peace and quiet, but I don't need it."

"I remember that several real estate projects in Fengtian were built around the Korean War Martyrs Cemetery. The sales slogan at that time was: accompany the heroes for thousands of years and protect the safety of the family for generations to come."

"Look at them, this is called pattern." Uncle Li said disdainfully.

"Yes, the house is selling very well. To be honest, when I came here as a child, I felt that I had strong yang energy and was not afraid of any monsters or demons. After a while, when I felt weak, I would come to see my dad again." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Come here and give me a pack of cigarettes. You are so young, where do you get the money?"

Luo Hao smiled and said nothing.

“In my hometown, it’s considered a good omen for children to play at their ancestors’ graves.” Grandpa Li squinted at the sun.

"Hahaha, this is also possible? What if the child pees?"

"I'll just beat them up when I get back." Uncle Li didn't care. "A thousand coffins are coming out of the door, which means the family is prosperous. Bullshit! When I die and lie here, if those bastards dare to interfere, I will show up and kill them no matter what."

Luo Hao laughed and followed Uncle Li's gaze at the sun in the sky.

The sunlight is not very strong, but a little warm.

"What the hell is solemnity? It's just for the living to see." Uncle Li complained, "But I chased away a group of people some time ago."

"Oh? Who?"

“Come here for the barbecue.”

Tsk tsk, Luo Hao didn’t care, he just clicked his tongue twice in his heart.

When it comes to these speculative issues, Luo Hao always takes the attitude that I think mine, you think yours, and we all have our reasons.

In fact, Luo Hao quite likes the lively atmosphere in the cemetery.

"If everyone really has a gloomy face, something big might happen. It's good if everyone is smiling, isn't it?" Grandpa Li muttered to himself.

It seems that he is very disdainful of the city leaders' desire to make this place serious.

Luo Hao suddenly remembered that everyone was talking and laughing in the operating room, so the operation must be going well; if everyone had a serious face and didn't even dare to breathe, then there must be trouble.

Same thing.

Uncle Li is right.

"Uncle Li, you are right!" Luo Hao praised, "What do you call this? It means that the world's wishes have been fulfilled, and from now on it will be a matter of immortality."

Uncle Li's mind moved, he looked at Luo Hao, and soon a smile appeared on his face.

"Otherwise I still have to study. You see, the way you, a scholar, speak is different. Let the worldly wishes be fulfilled, and from now on it will be matters of the gods. Let the worldly wishes be fulfilled, and from now on it will be matters of the gods." Uncle Li muttered in a low voice.

"Oh, what kind of culture is that?" Luo Hao said shyly, "I just feel the same way. If one day I have the opportunity to lie in the martyrs' cemetery with my father, I would rather see a child pee on my grave."

"Hahaha, peeing is impossible. Children are naive, but the adults at home are sensible. If someone is here on purpose, they won't let the child do that."

"Even if those lively young men dance on my grave it's good and lively." Luo Hao said with a smile.

Uncle Li reached out and patted Luo Hao on the shoulder to show his approval.

"By the way, Uncle Li, if I get married, I want to hold the wedding here." "Huh? Are you sure?"

"Sure, it's to ward off evil spirits!" Luo Hao said with a smile, "To be honest, my dad can't attend my wedding, but I have to let him see it."

"Where is the girl? Will she agree?" Uncle Li looked around.

"I'm at home chatting with my mother. It hasn't come to that yet. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll bring her to see you next year."

"Okay, hurry up and hug a big fat boy."

"Uncle Li, it doesn't matter whether you have a boy or a girl. Besides, I might be a daughter slave, so having a daughter is better."

"It's just an explanation." Uncle Li smoked the cigarette down to the filter. Luo Hao took the cigarette, put it out, and waved his hand, "I'm going to see my dad."

Uncle Li hunched over, waved his hand, and signaled Luo Hao to go up quickly.

Luo Hao went up the mountain casually carrying cigarettes, alcohol, roast chicken and fruits.

Walking to his father's tombstone, Luo Hao felt no sadness in his heart, he just wanted to tell his father about his recent experiences.

From a distance, Luo Hao saw that the tombstone was cleaned up and there was a bouquet of flowers placed in front of it.

Who did this?
Luo Hao was actually not surprised as many people came to offer flowers and sweep the graves of the martyrs.

My father doesn't like flowers, my mother said, and the volunteers at the Martyrs' Cemetery generally only clean the place and rarely put up fresh flowers.

Looking around, there were flowers placed in front of most of the tombstones, and it seemed that they were done by one person.

From a distance, Luo Hao saw a man cleaning with a box beside him.

Luo Hao was curious, but he did not go to greet the man. Instead, he came to his father's tombstone, removed the flowers, and then arranged the fruits, cigarettes and alcohol.

After arranging the things, Luo Hao took out a cigarette, lit it, placed it in front of the tombstone, and then lit one for himself.

He did not kowtow or anything like that. Instead, he sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo on it with a smile.

My father was young at that time.

In full bloom.

"Young man, is this your relative?" a strange voice came.

Luo Hao turned around and saw the "volunteer" who had just been cleaning the Martyrs' Cemetery standing behind him.

A young man of the same age as me had a slightly red face. He must be a complete otaku, the kind whose face would turn red when talking to strangers.

It must have taken him a lifetime of courage to speak to a stranger like himself.

"Yes, the person lying inside is my father." Luo Hao gave him a smile, "Are you doing volunteer work?"

The young man was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and chuckled, "Not a volunteer, I have something personal to ask of you heroes."

"Huh?" Luo Hao was stunned. Did he really treat the Martyrs' Cemetery as a wishing well?
"I have some personality problems. I've dated a few people over the years, but they never worked out. So I asked someone to take a look at me a while ago..."

Are you here to see things?

Luo Hao frowned slightly.

"People say that I have some bad luck in my life and need to get rid of it. They say I need to find a place with the most yang energy, but I don't understand the details."

"Chongsha? Here?" Luo Hao was surprised.

"Yes, I'm stupid. I've been thinking for a long time but I can't think of a place more righteous than the Martyrs' Cemetery. If this place can't control it, I'll just accept it." The young man said sincerely.

Luo Hao had nothing to say.

This kind of feudal and superstitious thing was actually brought to the Martyrs' Cemetery. The young man looked so honest and ignorant. I think he really couldn't find a solution, and what he said was very sincere - I didn't expect there is a place with more righteousness than this place.

"Thank you for your hard work." Luo Hao said politely with a smile on his face, "Thank you for the trouble."

"Oh..." The young man scratched his head.

"Please go ahead and do your work first." Luo Hao began to see the guests off.

"What are you doing? Are you here to pay homage?" The young man didn't hear what was going on and continued chatting with Luo Hao.

Luo Hao's words were gentle, and they did help cure his autism a little.

"Well, today is the anniversary of my father's death."

"Don't you want to burn some paper?"

"It doesn't matter. I just need to chat with my dad. The old man has comrades down there, so he doesn't need my money. Besides, 'A hundred thousand flags will kill Yama Luo,' that's what Boss Chen said. Short of money? That's impossible." Luo Hao said casually.

The young people also thought Luo Hao was weird. It was normal to burn paper when visiting a grave. And Luo Hao didn’t kowtow, he just sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone.

Although he had doubts in his heart, the young man didn't say anything. He bowed deeply in front of the tombstone of Luo Hao's father and muttered something. I think he was asking Luo Hao's father to bless him to find a girlfriend smoothly.

After the young man left, Luo Hao started to talk to the photo and his father on the tombstone.

There were so many experiences in the provincial capital in the late 1980s that Luo Hao didn't try to organize them in detail. He just talked about whatever came to his mind.

Every time Luo Hao came to the Martyrs' Cemetery to chat with his father, he felt particularly relaxed. The mountain breeze became much softer, as if his father had helped him block the harshness, leaving only the breeze caressing his face.

After a long time, Luo Hao stood up and patted his butt.

"Dad, I'm leaving now." Luo Hao leaned against the tombstone and brushed off the dust on the photo. "I'll come to see you after I get Sanqing."

After saying that, Luo Hao raised the corners of his mouth and patted the tombstone, as if he was patting his own grandfather's shoulder.

"gone."

Luo Hao turned and left, raising his right hand high, saying goodbye to the old man.

……

……

"No, I absolutely disagree." Professor Zhang roared.

The darkness on his face became even darker, his eye bags were drooping, and his dark circles were like a panda's. It seemed that he hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days.

"Wild, do you know what wild is?"

"Luo Hao made it very clear in his paper that the purpose of wild animals is for reproduction." An old man said lightly, while he tapped the printed article with his right hand.

The knuckles tapped on the A4 paper, making a thumping sound.

"Do we still want the environment? What about the other giant pandas? Just Zhuzi and one panda? If the ecological chain is destroyed, who will take the responsibility? That is the ecological environment of Qinling Mountains. No one in the world does this." Professor Zhang roared.

"Haha, Xiao Zhang, tell me how to destroy the ecological chain." The old man asked indifferently.

"No way!" Professor Zhang glared at the old man with a dark face. "Teacher Pan, I'm not targeting you or Professor Luo. Who needs drones and robot dogs to follow wild giant pandas? We are studying wild animals and trying not to damage the ecology..."

Professor Zhang almost shouted.

Ten minutes later, Professor Zhang's voice was hoarse, but his expression was even more excited. "Teacher Pan, you are a veteran in giant panda research, and I respect you. You have been working on the front line for more than 20 years, and you have exposed the lie that bamboo is blooming and giant pandas are going extinct."

"But have you ever seen such a ridiculous thing?"

"You call this wild? The equipment for following giant pandas into the mountains is more complete than that in a zoo. I strongly disagree! This is simply nonsense.

And the mace, I went back and checked, the PLA bought this kind of mace through bidding a few years ago, used to fight Indians on the southwest border. Do you think these things are suitable for bamboo? "

Teacher Pan sighed.

"Teacher Pan, when Huzi was injured, you took him back to the zoo. Huzi was not satisfied with his assigned girlfriend and even beat the female panda away. At that time, other people were given an injection of testosterone every other day and electroshock sperm extraction every three days. I remember that you were heartbroken and begged for mercy. You filed more than a dozen reports before Huzi was released back into the forest."

Professor Zhang stared at Teacher Pan and spoke hoarsely.

In his opinion, Luo Hao was just a cover, a substitute for Mr. Xia and Mr. Pan.

The one who really needs this project and is competing with him for the funding is Mr. Pan.

So he cited the example of Mr. Pan back then.

"It's different. Huzi is a wild giant panda, and the conditions back then were rough." When Mr. Pan thought of the deceased Huzi, a nostalgic and kind smile appeared on his face.

Hu Zi was 33 years old when he died, which is considered a long life in the panda world.

Moreover, Hu Zi's life is quite legendary, so it is worth his life.

"How can there be wildness if the environment is destroyed? Mr. Pan, I don't agree with Professor Luo's nonsense."

"Xiao Luo has already said in the article that it will not cause damage to the environment." Mr. Pan tapped the A4 paper again.

"No destruction? Didn't you see Professor Luo's test video? Even a small-scale war wouldn't have that kind of scene. There were drones flying in the sky, mechanical dogs running on the ground, and small spider robots that could discharge electricity in the bushes. Zhuzi was wearing camouflage clothes, holding a mace in his hand, and carrying a tactical backpack."

Professor Zhang became more and more angry as he spoke, and was panting.

"If the soldiers on the other side of Pangong Lake had this kind of equipment, I'm afraid that they would have fought their way to New Delhi with just one squad."

"The times were different. It just happened to coincide with the era of the domestic technological explosion."

"Mr. Pan, you are an old man who has been running in the wild for many years, tracking and studying wild giant pandas. What Professor Luo did is a blasphemy against nature!!" Professor Zhang roared.

Old Pan raised his head and looked gently at Professor Zhang who was roaring.

Although Professor Zhang is like a wild beast, Mr. Pan has lived in the wild for many years, following the giant pandas in the wild, and has seen all kinds of wild animals.

Even Mr. Pan dared to rush forward against the jackals with red eyes and bloodshot eyes. Professor Zhang in front of him was like a little pet dog barking wildly.

"Mr. Pan! Luo Hao is young and knows how to fool around. You, old man, can't do that!"

"Nonsense? Haha." Old Pan smiled slightly.

"It's true! I saw Luo Hao bring drones and robot dogs with my own eyes... If these things were all around us, would it still be called a deep forest? How much impact would they have on the natural environment?"

"Both your body and name will be destroyed, and the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever."

“???” Professor Zhang was stunned. He didn’t understand what Mr. Pan meant.

"It was just a casual remark. It's too late now. Luo Hao has already sent the bamboo to Qinling Mountains."

"!!!" Professor Zhang was stunned for a moment.

So fast?
How could it be so fast!!
It had been less than two months since the bamboo was sent to Harbin. The panda house there was still under construction, so the bamboo was sent to Qinling Mountains.

This bastard Luo Hao will do anything to compete for the position of Qingchang!

Professor Zhang felt disdainful.

The world is a mirror, and the only person you see is yourself.

"Wait and see. After I finished reading the thesis, I called Luo Hao and he said he would give me a satisfactory result during the defense on the 19th."

Mr. Pan said calmly.

"But he is destroying the ecological and natural environment!"

"It's only a few days, let's wait and see." Old Pan said to Professor Zhang with a smile.

“……” Professor Zhang was stunned.

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

(End of this chapter)