Zhao Xingbang had heard of movies, which were introduced by foreigners. He hadn't seen it, but the company commander's family was quite wealthy before the national disaster and he had seen the movie. He said that there was nothing interesting about that thing. A beam of light hit the curtain and the people inside were all black and white, but it was better than the shadow puppet show because they were all performed by real people. Although the company commander was full of disgust when he talked about it, everyone around the campfire watched him talk about the new things they had never seen before, and their eyes were lit up by the firelight. Every time the company commander saw their faces full of wonder and longing, he laughed and said that when the job was done, he would take them to watch a movie together. Zhao Xingbang yearned for it very much. He could dream of watching a movie with his shoulders on his shoulders. But he didn't expect that as soon as he was shot by the railway, he would come to this strange world and see the legendary movie. Zhao Xingbang sat on the hospital bed, looking at the TV hanging on the wall with a dreamy expression, looking at the colorful pictures inside and listening to the sounds coming from it. Those people are so real, it's like they live inside. He couldn't help but said: "Movies obviously have color." The movie lasted nearly two hours, and Shi Ling and Qin Niao also pulled up a chair and sat next to it to watch it with Zhao Xingbang. Afraid that Zhao Xingbang wouldn't understand, Shi Ling also provided explanations.
Qin Niao raised her eyebrows slightly as she listened to her fluently talking about historical events. She leaned on the back of her chair and said, "Shi Ling, don't you memorize history well? Why did you fail like that in the college entrance examination?" Shi Ling spread his hands: "Because I am good at times but not at times." She didn't know why, sometimes she couldn't see some knowledge, but when she looked at some things, it was like opening the door of the memory palace, and countless memories poured out. I don’t know when Dr. Gu Yang will be able to handle the handover of her family’s billions of property and come back to help her resolve her doubts. Zhao Xingbang originally just watched it as a novelty, but after listening to Shi Ling's explanation, he became more and more fascinated. Seeing the raging war scene, he seemed to be immersed in it. Thinking of those brothers who had sacrificed their lives, he burst into tears. He couldn't help but tell Shi Ling about his past. Seeing the victory, Zhao Xingbang was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he cheered loudly with the people in the movie. When the movie ended, he was still thinking about it, feeling excited and crying bitterly. He asked in a daze: "Is this all true?" Seeing Zhao Xingbang's dazed eyes, Shi Ling's voice was soft and somewhat ethereal, "More than seventy years have passed since the era you are familiar with." Zhao Xingbang was stunned, and then he laughed: "It's amazing, am I dead? I can still see the world seventy years later." Shi Ling said: "You are not dead." Zhao Xingbang looked at her in surprise: "Then why did I come seventy years later?" Shi Ling shook his head: "I don't know either. But you are a human, not a ghost. There is no doubt about it." Zhao Xingbang asked urgently: "Can I still go back?" Shi Ling couldn't answer this question, but when she met Zhao Xingbang's hopeful gaze, her heart was touched: "I can help you ask. Senior, please take good care of your injuries first." Seeing Zhao Xingbang's worried face, Shi Ling added, "Take good care of your injuries and then you can win the battle when you go back." Zhao Xingbang nodded heavily, "Okay." Before leaving, Shi Ling played a classic anti-war drama for Zhao Xingbang, gave him the remote control, and told him where to press to turn off the TV. After all, Zhao Xingbang was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, and his attention was quickly attracted by the exciting TV series. After leaving the ward, Qin Niao held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but asked in the elevator: "Shi Ling, do you really have a way to send him back?" Shi Ling told her what he thought, "Since senior Zhao Xingbang can come here, he should still be able to go back. Maybe there is a time and space tunnel somewhere?"
"However, the name Zhao Xingbang does not exist in the history books at all. He is just an insignificant gravel in the long river of history, and has no decisive effect on the final victory. He cannot go back, and his impact on history will not be big. But for him, But it may be the difference between life and death." Qin Niao's words made Shi Ling silent. Qin Niao continued: "He is a living person now, but if he goes back, he may die yesterday in the next second. Since he has come here, why not let him live today?" Shi Ling was a little shaken by Qin Niao's words. But there was a voice in her head telling her that she couldn't do this. Cause and effect are reversed and time and space are confused. Zhao Xingbang is not a ghost, but he is not a normal living person either. He may be a ghost who walked into the wrong time, a person whose states of life and death are superimposed. But another voice told her that she was not a god, could she care so much? Even if the six realms of reincarnation collapse and the underworld collapses, what does it have to do with her?
She is just an ordinary person. Shi Ling shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind and said to Qin Niao, "What you said makes sense." Qin Niao curled his lips and smiled, "Yeah, right? When the senior is healed, he will also enjoy the peace they bought with blood and tears." Shi Ling was wavering in his heart, "But we still have to respect the opinions of our seniors." Qin Niao touched his chin, "Anyway, he will win in the end. When he recovers, we will take him for a spin and keep him in love with this era. Isn't that zombie you met before, Mr. Wei Hongguang, now extremely obsessed with this era? ?" Shi Lingxin said that it was because Wei Hongguang was a zombie and couldn't go back. But if I could go back... Will he choose to stay in the prosperous age that was once out of reach, or will he choose to go to a national disaster and join the people who once talked and laughed, let the rafts and oars disappear into ashes, and ride together in the torrent of the times?
- happy New Year
I have another exam tomorrow