My right eye is a god-level computer

The old Zhao Lan.

I do not know why.

The cloudy eyes became increasingly clear.

It was as if the fog that had been hidden for many years suddenly dispersed.

She moved her eyes inch by inch and looked at the man who was facing her sideways and wearing embroidered shoes for herself.

The tear glands also suddenly revived.

A line of clear tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Her voice was very low and she said softly: "Changhe, I have worked very hard in the past few years."

"well"

"Tell me, I don't know what happened."

"You can even get lost while flying a plane."

"Xiaolan, you've been waiting for a long time."

Qin Changhe turned sideways, his voice sounded like a joke, but his face was filled with tears.

After massaging one foot, he slowly put on the embroidered shoes.

"Have a look."

"It's worth it."

Zhao Lan slowly closed her eyes.

Ding

An alarm sounded in the room, and Zhao Lan's heart rate meter and life detector returned to zero.

"grandmother!"

Hearing the sound, Qin Guang rushed into the house, shouted in grief, knelt beside the bed, and began to cry in his arms.

Many doctors and nurses also came after hearing the news.

An attending physician quickly checked Zhao Lan's condition.

Finally, he said silently: "She left, very peacefully."

Brother Liu suddenly burst into tears and turned around.

Qin Changhe was still sitting by the bed, his mouth silent and his face expressionless.

Watching the other embroidered shoe closely.

tick

His tears dripped onto his shoes.

Qin Changhe wiped away his tears, looked up at the ceiling, and tilted his head slightly.

I flashed through my mind that I was at the end of the village, climbing up the persimmon tree and picking winter persimmons for Xiaolan.

His hands were red from the cold.

Xiaolan's face was also red from the cold.

He also remembered that he got back a box of compressed cans of Little Devils from the alliance.

Xiaolan said this is meat.

Stew it with four heads of Chinese cabbage and invite the whole village to eat it.

In the end, the cans were stewed and couldn't be found, and everyone ate a lot of cabbage.

Xiaolan even cried a little.

"Xiaolan"

Qin Changhe finally started to cry.

Whimpering softly.

He took Xiaolan's other foot and massaged it slowly for five minutes, then slowly put on the embroidered shoes for her.

He stood up and looked at Xiaolan, who had her eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

I really want to kiss her forehead.

But in the thinking of the old society, even holding hands in public was an act that corrupted the morals.

Xiaolan will be shy.

Just watch it.

Qin Changhe pursed his lips, his throat was bitter, and his voice was broken, "My wife is gone. I have to carve a tombstone for her. I have to choose a grave for her. There must be wild flowers and persimmon trees around."

"There must be a place left. When I die, I must be buried next to her."

Then.

This steel-like warrior knelt on the ground and began to cry hysterically.

Everyone was moved by it.

The doctors also forgot about the next work. People often die in the hospital, but this time, it was particularly touching.

Grandma Zhao’s internal organs had already failed.

Surviving to this day is simply a medical miracle.

She seemed to be waiting for someone.

Because she said during her lifetime that she could not look back on the Naihe Bridge.

If you want to leave, you must look at him again.

In the hospital.

The cries kept coming.

One of the young people died because his kind grandmother passed away.

And another young man did it because he saw the woman he loved dying before his own eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, these are just two identical juniors.

They will never understand.

What kind of entanglement is involved?

Zhao Lan's funeral was simple and solemn.

Relatives almost ignored the man who was always sitting in the corner with a gloomy expression.

He looks similar to Qin Guang.

They are probably distant relatives whom we don’t keep in touch with very often.

What everyone was wondering was, why was the sadness on his face ten times stronger than Qin Guang's?

1 day later.

Qin Changhe held an urn in his arms, with a photo he personally selected for Xiaolan attached to it.

It is a black and white photo of Xiaolan when she was young.

With a ponytail and a bright smile.

Qin Changhe looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and said absently: "Why should Xiaolan rest in a place like this? There are too many people here and it is too crowded."

Qin Guang's eyes turned red from crying, "This is called a cemetery. It is a place where modern people rest. Current laws do not allow burial."

"I do not care."

Qin Changhe held the urn in his arms and refused to go in, "I want to find another place for Xiaolan."

Qin Guang sighed tremblingly and pointed in the distance, "That one is the red bean tree, which represents lovesickness. The cemetery under the tree was chosen by grandma herself during her lifetime."

"Yeah?"

Tears welled up in Qin Changhe's eyes again, "If Xiaolan likes it, then I like it."

Zhao Lan was buried.

Qin Changhe sat in front of the tomb in trance and didn't want to leave.

Brother Liu pondered: "Changhe, if you cooperate with the research, maybe I can find a way to return you to the past, and you have a chance to spend the rest of your life with young Xiaolan."

"Of course I have to cooperate."

"I'm always available."

"But the rest of the time, I just want to be with Xiaolan."

As he spoke, Qin Changhe took out a piece of paper from his arms. It was an announcement he tore off from the wall of the cemetery.

It's a job posting.

Qin Changhe grinned and said, "I see that this cemetery is recruiting workers and there is a shortage of tombkeepers. I am strong and able to do the job."

Everyone looked at this silly man.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Regardless of whether he goes back or not, Qin Changhe made the same decision to guard Xiaolan forever.

I saw him grabbing the small cake that was a sacrifice in front of the tombstone.

He took a bite and burst into tears while chewing, "Oh, Xiaolan is very happy to be able to live in this era and eat such delicious food, but she lacks some company from me."

immediately.

He turned his head again and asked Qin Guang, "I never asked you, how far has our country's aircraft developed now?"

Qin Guang was stunned for a moment and said slowly: "Our country's J-31 fighter jet has the world's most advanced electronic reconnaissance capabilities. Its maximum flight speed is 2,205 kilometers per hour and can carry 8 missiles."

"Ouch."

Qin Changhe smiled, "It's so awesome."

He looked up at the blue sky, "I'm very happy. Time brings birth, old age, sickness and death, and it also brings the strength of the motherland. It's good."

Liu Di sighed heavily after hearing this, "But time, also known as space, is an insurmountable barrier. It is like an abyss, isolating everything and obliterating everything. Now we can only watch and be It binds and cannot be crossed.”

"Commander Liu, you are wrong."

"There is something that is not bound by time and space."

But Qin Changhe sniffed and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

He smiled warmly and said: "Love, it can transcend everything, just like me, I have always been in love with Xiaolan, regardless of time or place."