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

Chapter 51 Well, oranges are sweet
Time, back to 10 minutes ago.

Outside the chalet, a middle-aged man paced anxiously.

"Hey, what should I do? Chao unexpectedly came here, isn't it to reveal his secrets by holding a counterfeit?"

Old Zhao smelled strongly of oranges, and he was holding a blue orange in his hand.

"It's all Qi's fault. He said he likes to eat oranges. He even eats sour ones to take care of his son. It really makes me sour!"

When he learned that Qi's son Chao had come here, Lao Zhao felt a lump in his heart.

Ten years ago during the battle against Korea, Qi was shot in the back by an arrow and died in order to save Lao Zhao. Before he died, he entrusted the family to Lao Zhao.

Up to now, it has been ten years.

Now that Qi's son had traveled thousands of miles to find his father, Lao Zhao panicked.

This meeting, it must be revealed.

"Oh, what can we do here?"

Just when Lao Zhao was jumping up and down in a hurry, under the tree next to him, time and space were distorted, and Yi Ze came from the later generations.

Old Zhao's eyes were full of horror, he hurriedly took a step back, his face became serious, his right hand habitually touched the saber at his waist, but it was in vain.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of trespassing on the Qin army's camp?"

Old Zhao's voice was like a knife, full of iron and blood conquest.

Yi Ze looked at the not tall figure in front of him, and instantly understood the whole story of the matter. He smiled and said, "I heard your request, and I came here to help you."

"It's a bunch of nonsense, it's bewitching, when did I ask for help?"

Old Zhao's eyes were full of fear. This place is not far from Chao's house, and the monsters appearing in front of him are strange. He worried that if he angered these monsters, he would bring unexpected harm to Chao.

"For the current plan, we can only stabilize this monster's mind first and slowly figure it out!"

Old Zhao had a plan in mind, and the cautious and apprehensive look in his eyes did not diminish.

"Your comrade-in-arms died for you, and his son wants to see his father now, isn't that what bothers you?"

Yi Ze smiled, looked at Lao Zhao whose eyes had changed from cautious to unbelievable, and continued: "You are afraid to know the truth of the matter, but I can help you."

"Hmph! Help me? I see what you are trying to do!"

"I don't have any intentions, I just don't want to see the scene of father and son parting."

Yi Ze shook his head, looked at Lao Zhao who was not tall in front of him, and lightly slid his fingers across the time and space in front of him, and the role-playing ability was activated.

Old Zhao only felt that there seemed to be something more about him, some inexplicable meanings wrapped around him, he looked at his palm, it was much bigger than before.

"You, what kind of enchantment do you use?"

Shocked, Old Zhao was about to pounce forward, he couldn't care less.

However, the voice from his ear made him slow down.

"Old Zhao, it's me, Qi!"

"Brother...you, where are you?"

Old Zhao's eyes turned red for a moment, he looked around, his outstretched hands and feet moved indiscriminately, and he was at a loss for a while.

He is too familiar with this voice. In the past ten years, this voice will keep ringing in his heart every time.

"It was this expert who helped me descend on you. Now your appearance is my appearance. Let's go and see my son, who is also your son."

"Okay, okay, let's go and have a look together."

Lao Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked to Yi Ze, bowed and said, "Thank you sir for your help."

"Don't dare, you are too polite!"

Yi Ze was so frightened that he hurried to hide aside.

Good guy, this person in front of him is really his ancestor, and if he worships him in his own name, wouldn't it be a mess of his seniority.

Only when the 14 Chinese people in future generations, Yi Ze dared to pay homage to these ancestors, this is only in his own name, he absolutely dare not.

"Ahem, Lao Zhao, give the man the oranges, it's too sour, save it and eat it later!"

"Oh, oh, go talk to him later, I don't know about your affairs."

"Only you can hear what I say, I will direct you later, don't show your flaws!"

"Uh, okay."

Old Zhao's face turned bitter, his brows furrowed, and he slowly relaxed when he walked to the door.

Taking a few deep breaths, he reached out and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong...

……

In a small room, Lao Zhao and Chao Zai carved the figurines of kneeling and shooting warriors in front of them.

Behind Lao Zhao, a transparent virtual figure stood, looking at the gradually familiar face of the kneeling and shooting warrior figurines, with tears in their eyes.

As the carving knife fell stroke by stroke, the mud dust fell, and a complete kneeling and shooting warrior figurine gradually took shape.

"It's done!"

The last knife fell, looking at the lifelike kneeling and shooting warrior figurines in front of him with satisfaction, and with a smile in the corner of his eyes, he carved his name on it.

Wule's name!

"Father, what do you think?"

"Very good, very good, exactly like him!"

Old Zhao stretched out his hand and gently stroked the face of the kneeling and shooting warrior figurine. The corners of his eyes were moistened unconsciously. He turned his head, looked directly into Shangqi's eyes, and murmured, "Brother, do you think this looks like you?"

"Well, exactly the same."

"Father, who are you talking to?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just miss that brother."

The two walked out of the room, and the warm sunlight shone down, making them feel warm.

Sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, Lao Zhao and Chao were chatting about their parents.

When he talked about the oranges he ate when he was a child, Chao Yi patted his head and said, "Oh, if you didn't tell me, I forgot. I brought you oranges specially."

After finishing speaking, he trotted into the room in a hurry, seeing that Lao Zhao's expression was bitter.

"Brother, what are you talking about oranges? It's over, now I have to eat sour oranges again!"

"Shut up, Shut up!"

Qi smiled awkwardly, he did say it casually just now, but he didn't expect Chao to actually bring oranges.

Thinking of the flavor of that sour orange, his complexion turned bitter.

Really, too sour!
In half a minute, Chao took out a cloth bag from the room and ran out excitedly.

The oranges inside are already bright yellow in color and look very delicious.

But when he thought that these were sour oranges, Lao Zhao unconsciously shuddered.

"Father, let me peel an orange for you."

Chao gently peeled and tore off the fascia, and then put the peeled oranges into Lao Zhao's hands, with a bit of anticipation and playfulness in his eyes, and said, "Father, try it, this is your favorite food." oranges."

"well!"

Old Zhao took a deep breath, peeled off a piece of orange, threw it into his mouth, and clenched his teeth.

The sourness as imagined did not appear, but a refreshing sweetness and fragrance.

"This, isn't this a sour orange?"

Old Zhao's eyes showed a bit of surprise, and he ate another petal, and the sweetness filled his mouth again.

Looking at the shocked old Zhao with a smile on his face, he blinked mischievously and said, "Father, I have grown up, and you used to eat sour oranges by yourself in order to leave delicious oranges for me to eat. "

As he spoke, tears fell down his face. He wiped away his tears and continued: "Now my son can eat sour oranges. You have eaten sour oranges for so many years. You should also eat the sweet oranges my son brought for you. gone."

"Mmm, um, so sweet, so sweet."

Old Zhao's tears couldn't be stopped, he ate the sweet orange in his hand mouthful, the complex emotions in his heart were hard to describe.

Behind him, Qi looked at Lao Zhao's appearance, and then at Chao, all worries disappeared for a while.

Chao, when he grows up, he is no longer that naughty little kid, and he also knows how to love others.

Behind the tree, Yi Ze gently peeled the green orange in his hand.

The spicy taste lingers between your fingers.

Taking out a piece of orange, Yi Ze chewed it lightly.

Sour, astringent, unpalatable.

But just now, Lao Zhao ate more than a dozen oranges like this, just to get used to the taste.

And Qi, who has been eating for many years, in order to be able to eat sweet oranges.

But now, with the passage of time, Chao has tasted the sourness of sour oranges, and he is also willing to leave the sweet oranges to his father.

The sincere emotions spanning more than ten years are hidden in a sour orange.

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　I watched "National Treasure" over and over again, adopted its setting and general plot, and also made my own adaptations, with pearls and jades first.Ask for a wave of investment
　　
　
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