Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 111 30 years later, do people still remember us?
What kind of person is this?

He is thin, his hair is a little gray, and his brows are furrowed, filled with all kinds of worries.

He has been rooted in the Gobi Desert for several years.

During this period, his pace has never stopped, and his footprints have almost covered the entire desert. Every research, every experiment must be done by himself.

This man in his prime, full of energy, is surnamed Deng, and we call him Mr. Deng.

Of course, he is also Miss Qiu's father.

At this moment, Mr. Deng was bent over his desk and kept calculating something. He didn't notice the various abnormalities behind him at all. When he knew that the footsteps were less than two meters away from him, he moved his body and gently moved his right hand holding the pen. Bai: "I'm really sorry for asking you to bring me hot water in the middle of the night."

There was apology and understanding in his words. As the leader of the mushroom experiment, he didn't have a high air, but was very humble and polite.

Every time the soldiers brought hot water, he would still thank him with a smile, and then continue to immerse himself in the work at hand.

Every time the soldiers finished delivering the hot water, they would always leave the room lightly, lest it disturb the gentleman's thoughts, but this time, Mr. Deng was a little strange, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

He thought that something happened to the experimental base, and he quickly looked back, and saw a slim and tall girl standing behind him, her face was full of tears.

Pear flowers bring rain, I still feel pity.

"Girl, what are you?"

Ms. Qiu wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile, her tone trembling.

This was the first time she stood in front of her creator as a human being.

At this moment, Ms. Qiu wanted to express all kinds of emotions in her heart, but when the words reached her mouth, all the thousands of words were turned into two words: "Father."

The father really surprised Mr. Deng.

His first thought was that it was impossible.

My daughter is now seven or eight years old, but it is absolutely impossible to come here.

His work is kept in absolute secrecy, not to mention his daughter, even his own wife doesn't know about it.

"Girl, this is the experimental base, don't make such jokes."

Mr. Deng's face became serious, and when he saw Yi Ze and Yue Ling standing not far behind Miss Qiu, his brows furrowed even more: "Who are you two?"

Seeing the heavy guard on Mr. Deng's face, Yi Ze stepped forward and bowed, his face full of admiration: "Sir, this junior comes from China 50 years later, and is an ordinary Chinese son and daughter , this one in front of you, you are very familiar with her name, she is Miss Qiu. And this one is Yue Ling, the spirit of the national treasure of King Goujian of Yue."

In Mr. Deng's opinion, these words are nothing short of fantasy.

He frowned even tighter, glanced at the three of them, and said directly: "Nonsense, how can people from the future go back to the past, and how do you know the code name? Tell me, who are you?"

Facing Mr. Deng's questioning, Yi Ze suddenly realized.

As a scientific researcher, everything Mr. Deng knows is based on scientific research facts. According to Yi Ze, for him, it is logically untenable and far from scientific facts. How could something so absurd be trusted by others.

"Sir, what this junior said is indeed true. If you don't believe it, you can ask Ms. Qiu, there are some top-secret information about your research."

Yi Ze doesn't know about these top-secret information. Of course, if it is released in this way, the show will probably be gone. Therefore, with a wave of Yi Ze's hand, a short-lived small world belonging to Ms. Qiu and Mr. Deng is formed. .

In just over a minute, Mr. Deng's expression changed drastically.

He looked at Miss Qiu who was dressed in red in disbelief, stood up from the chair in surprise, and kept muttering: "How is this possible? How is this possible? Could it be that I was dreaming?"

"Father regards this as a dream, so it's okay."

Ms. Qiu took Mr. Deng's hands full of calluses. It was such a pair of not-so-beautiful hands that played a gorgeous movement that shocked the world.

And Yi Ze also took advantage of the situation and said: "Sir, this junior has not lied to you, everything is the truth."

"A miracle, a miracle."

Mr. Deng's expression was a bit shocked, and there were many unknown emotions. He glanced at Yi Ze and the others with tired eyes, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He hurriedly took Miss Qiu's hand, and said excitedly: : "Old Qiu, have you successfully married?"

Lao Qiu is the code name of this mushroom egg operation. Because there are a large number of wire circuits on the instrument, many staff members call Lao Qiu Miss Qiu, but in the eyes of Mr. Deng, this is Lao Qiu.

At this moment, he was extremely excited, and his eyes were full of excitement.

In a few days, Miss Qiu will get married. This time, the marriage has been verified repeatedly in theory.Confirmation can be successful, but until the last moment, no one knows the final result.

Between theory and practice, sometimes separated by a little bit, is like a moat.

Facing Mr. Deng's question, Ms. Qiu smiled sweetly and pointed to Yi Ze who was beside her: "Father, I don't know either. You have to ask this person from 50 years later."

Mr. Deng cast his hot gaze on Yi Ze. His voice was slightly hoarse, which was affected by the excitement and tension in his heart. At this moment, he, who was originally very calm, was sweating slightly in his palms.

"Young man, did you succeed?"

There are many indescribable emotions hidden in this sound.

However, the tension, worry, and expectation in it can still be clearly known.

Facing such an old senior's question, Yi Ze didn't have the slightest hesitation or hesitation, and he didn't even waste any extra nonsense.

In the face of the emperor and Confucius, he could be cunning, interesting, and a little bit skinny. However, facing this great man who dedicated his life to the mushroom egg industry, Yi Ze did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

It is the thin body in front of me that supports the burden of China's future;

It was also this "ordinary" man who single-handedly created the myth of China.

How could Yi Ze be negligent?How dare you neglect?

"Sir, Miss Qiu got married successfully!"

A simple sentence is only nine words, but in Mr. Deng's ears, it is worth a thousand words.

After hearing these words, Mr. Deng was slightly shocked and then cried with joy.

This is the result he has spent countless days and nights trying to see, and it is the dream he has worked so hard to realize.

As Miss Qiu's wedding schedule approached, this confident man fell into fear and hesitation for a while.

Countless times he woke up from a dream, countless times he couldn't sleep at night, he was always asking himself: Is there any problem?
Even a decimal point error can lead to the collapse of the entire marriage and lead to years of research efforts being wasted.

He didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, stacks of manuscript papers for calculations were piled up, enough to pave the entire desert.

But even so, even if the data is correct, when Ms. Qiu's marriage is approaching, Mr. Deng still feels uneasy.

If he fails to see Miss Qiu get married successfully, the big stone in his heart will not fall for a day.

Now, when hearing the news of Ms. Qiu's successful marriage from the ears of a later person, this gentleman, who has been working so hard on this and often stays up late into the early hours of the night, is finally unable to restrain his joy, so much that he burst into tears, unable to control himself. .

"Great, great, years of hard work have not been in vain, we have lived up to the trust of the country and the people."

Mr. Deng wiped away his tears, his eyes were still red, he held Miss Qiu's hand tightly, and sighed: "Son, you have suffered a lot by following us here."

To him, Ms. Qiu is like his own child, and countless efforts and energy have been put into it. Now when he sees the unparalleled beauty of Ms. Qiu in her wedding dress, he feels a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Father, you have suffered so much that your hair has turned white."

Ms. Qiu caressed Mr. Deng's gray temples distressedly, her eyes were already red with tears.

This plain but true emotional expression deeply moved the audience in front of the screen.

"Mr. Deng gave up his lucrative academic career, stayed in the Gobi Desert for 28 years, and finally forged China's two sharp swords with his own hands. He is really great!"

"I finally understand why Yi Ze wants to link Yue Wang Gou Jianjian with Mr. Deng."

"The King of Yue Goujian's sword is the sword of the king that Goujian built for himself. In the next ten years, King Goujian of Yue conquered the princes; and Mr. Deng is the sword maker of China in the new era. I can hold my head high and smile to see the changes in the world!"

"Create mushroom eggs, straighten your back! A simple slogan is the only belief of every soldier who took root in the Gobi Desert in that era!"

"Because of their existence, those of us can freely type characters on the keyboard and talk about major events in the world. The hateful thing is that some ungrateful and ungrateful beasts have become shepherd dogs!"

“War-Damaged Nation: Why does Eagle Nation bombard us?

Eagle Nation: I suspect that you have weapons of mass destruction here, which is not conducive to world peace.

War-damaged country: Then why don't you go to Greater China?

Eagle Nation: Because they really have WMDs! "

The audience was tearful, afraid to sit down one by one, stood up and looked at the screen.

Facing the Chinese swordsmiths and the ancestors groping forward in the darkness, every Chinese son and daughter feels sincere admiration in their hearts.

Yi Ze had tears in his eyes, and in his ears, he seemed to recall what Ai Gong had said during his lecture.

In international exchanges, strength is always the basis for maintaining justice, national defense is the real backing of diplomacy, dignity is only on the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of cannons!

This sharp sword to protect dignity was forged by the scientific researchers headed by Mr. Deng, who spent countless hardships and practiced hard in the Gobi Desert for decades!

At this moment, Mr. Deng's eyes became brighter and brighter. After learning the news that Ms. Qiu was successfully married, the worries in his heart were immediately put down.

He looked at Yi Ze, thought for a moment, and then said: "Young man, what will China look like in 50 years? Have our ideals been realized?"

Faced with this question, Yi Ze did not hesitate, and said without hesitation: "Sir, Huaxia will be stronger than it is now after 50 years, and China's status in the world will become more and more important. No country will dare to bully China anymore!"

"Is this true even for Eagle Country and Woolly Bear?"

"Yes, at that time, China had footprints all over the world, and its path forward was unstoppable!"

Hearing Yi Ze's words, Mr. Deng showed a relieved smile on his face.

He didn't ask any more questions.

For this reason, Yi Ze also asked: "Sir, don't you ask about your own future?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Deng just smiled and waved his hands, and said indifferently: "There is nothing to ask, I am just an ordinary researcher."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ms. Qiu again, suddenly smiled, and said, "Now, I would like to chat with my daughter for a while. In a few days, she will be married."

Hearing this, Yi Ze held Yue Ling's hand and gently exited the room.

Yue Ling also followed obediently. It wasn't until she walked up the hill that she blinked her big eyes and asked curiously: "Why doesn't he care about his future?"

"Because he absolutely believes in this country."

A smile was drawn on Yi Ze's face, looking at the bright moon in the sky of the Gobi Desert, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

This round of bright moon, day after day, year after year, rises and sets tirelessly.

It has seen the high-spirited and high-spirited King Goujian of Yue more than 500 years ago, and also witnessed the great feat of Qin King Yingzheng who came out of Hangu to rule the world.

Today, the heroes of the past have long since returned to the dust, and this round of bright moon is still shining on the earth, watching one after another heroes who are constantly fighting for the country and the people.

Yue Ling also looked at the bright moon. As a sword spirit, she couldn't understand the complex emotions in human hearts, but she also had a lot of love for the country.

At this moment, she just muttered to herself: "My father has disappeared into the long river of history, and people have forgotten his achievements. This gentleman, will the people behind remember him?"

Yi Ze glanced at Yue Ling in surprise. Mr. Deng had asked similar questions when he was seriously ill.

In 30 years, will people still remember us?
And it turns out that no one has forgotten even after 50 years.

Facing Yue Ling's subconscious question, Yi Ze thought for a while and said: "Human life has a limit. Whether it is King Gou Jian of Yue or Emperor Qin and Han Wu, they will eventually lose to time. Perhaps the same is true for human civilization. No one can be remembered forever, because one day, all the splendid civilization we have created will cease to exist.

But before this moment happens, our civilization will continue for a long time, and those who contribute to a more secure or better future for others will eventually be remembered in the history of human civilization, and they will become one after another. A shining monument that people will remember until the day when all is lost in the unseen future! "

Yue Ling looked at the eloquent Yi Ze, looked at the burning light in his eyes, and suddenly understood these mundane things.

A trace of respect also rose in her heart.

"Can you tell me the story of Mr. Deng?"

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