Time Traveler

Dang Paiguo’s study seems to be messier than before. There are books everywhere. There are reclining chairs, desks, and on the ground. The bookshelves are even fuller. His study is very large, with a ceiling height of six meters. The book needs a ladder.

"Do you like reading? Just borrow it." Dang Aiguo was holding a pipe, wearing pin-nosed glasses, matching a shirt and vest. He looked like a British gentleman. In the early autumn of September, the tiger's weather hadn't been for the constant temperature in his study. Wearing it is also quite painful.

　　 "When I was young, I liked to watch "Saint Seiya", "City Hunter", "Dragon Ball"." Liu Yan replied directly.

Dang Aiguo smiled awkwardly: "When I was a kid, I also liked Masami Chada, Shiji Hojo and Akira Toriyama, but at that time I was in the orphanage and I had no money to buy, so I could only read books and read it. It was at that time that I vowed. If possible, buy a whole house of books."

　　 "Where to go this time? Is it dangerous?" Liu Yanzhi didn't like chattering and went straight ahead.

"First of all, I have to tell you the significance of what we did." Party Aiguo pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and began to do pre-war mobilization again. "The risk of crossing is extremely high. To tell you the truth, before you We sacrificed 16 volunteers. You are the 17th. You succeeded. Because you are a special gene carrier and are not afraid of the side effects of crossing, only you can take on this task."

　　 Liu Yan said straightly: "Is it high temperature? The entire fire-resistant cabin is not enough."

The party patriotic waved his hand: "It's not that simple. In addition to the high temperature, there are many other problems, such as... We cannot accurately travel to a specific year, month and day. Of course, it can be done at a time point like yesterday. To improve our technology, I need you to do one thing to rescue an outstanding physicist in the 1980s. He is the mentor of my mentor and the most forward-thinking physicist in China."

　　 Liu Yan gaped his tongue, 80s! It takes more than 30 years to wear it, which is not the same as crossing to yesterday.

　　 "Eight years? Can I come back?" he asked.

The party patriotically said: "Our team of experts can't guarantee the time of your landing. It can only be as close as possible. As for whether it was in 1981 or 1988, it is difficult to say. Professor Fei died of poverty and disease in 1988, and you fell behind. The past few years can help him tide over the difficulties. As long as he does not die, our physics research will reach a new level."

　　 Liu Yan was puzzled: "Then I can just bring him directly."

The Party’s Patriotic Road: “It’s useless to bring people. What I need are his research results over the past few decades and the research results of top students brought out by him. We can travel through time, but the knowledge and wealth accumulated by time can go. No shortcuts."

　　 Liu Yanzhi still didn’t understand: “I’ll go back and save him, and then he can live until now? What do people around me think? An old man suddenly jumped out?”

Dang Paiguo Road: "If you change history, the state of the benchmark time and space will also change. For example, if you go back to the past and kill someone who currently exists, then in the benchmark time and space, he would have died a long time ago, except when you travel through These people within a certain range of the wormhole can maintain the same acceleration as you without being erased. Other people have changed with the changes in history, everything, including the environment and people."

　　 Liu Yan was silly when he heard it straight, and said, "Then I might as well just stay in the 80s and live with my parents."

　　 Party patriotism smiled chicly: "You won't, because in the benchmark time and space, your mother is still waiting for you."

　　 Liu Yan said straightforwardly: "It's too complicated. My mind can't handle such high-end knowledge. Just tell me what to do."

　　Dang Paiguo said: "You bring a living allowance to Professor Fei for one day. Remember, you can't come back if you are late. Our technology can only guarantee you to travel through 24 hours."

　　 Liu Yan said straight: "Then my subsidy for crossing is still 10,000 a day."

　　The patriotic party shook his head helplessly: "Yes, ten thousand, it will be paid immediately."

　　……

At night, Cuiwei Mountain, the traversing team was preparing for work. Liu Yan sat in the car and looked at Professor Fei’s home address, work address, and the city map of Omi in the 1980s. In fact, these are all in his childhood memory. Once the gate of memory is It couldn't be closed when it was opened, so he secretly made up his mind to go home and have a look while performing the task.

The excavator digs holes in the ground, which always reminds Liu Yanzhi of the word "tomb digging". He doesn't understand why digging holes is needed for crossing, and he doesn't understand the role of these vehicles around. The staff are busy and drag the thick cables over. The Antai consortium has large thermal power plants and self-operated high-voltage transmission lines. The cables are pulled from 500KV electric towers.

The party’s patriotism is giving him the final explanation: “It’s good to be a normal person who fits the characteristics of the times. Don’t behave like a character. Your every move will have an impact on history, and this is irreversible. People cannot step into it. You can’t cross the same river twice to that era again, understand?"

　　 Liu Yan nodded straight.

　　 The things that Professor Fei brought to him were put in a fire-resistant box. Liu Yan wore a fire-resistant suit on his body. The laying in the pit was also improved. It looked thick and resistant to burning.

　　 Liu Yan lay straight in, watching the lid close, and he closed his eyes.

　　"I'm here in the eighties."　He said silently.

　　……

　　 The white light flashed, Liu Yan opened his eyes, opened the lid, and beat the flames on his body. This time it was okay, at least the laying in the pit did not melt into solution.

The time should be at dawn, the east is breaking dawn, and the red sun is about to emerge. The Ming Dynasty pagoda in the distance is hidden in the morning glow, and the Cuiwei Mountain is lush and green. Liu Yanzhi is fascinated by the beautiful scenery. The clear sky really belongs to the 1980s. of.

　　 He opened the fire-resistant box, took out the outfit and put on it. Since he was not sure of the date of arrival, the logistics team prepared the most foolproof clothing, a blue tunic suit, and a pair of leather shoes with three joints.

Liu Yanzhi changed into clothes, put on leather shoes, and wore a Shanghai brand 17-diamond all-steel watch on his wrist. The hero pen was inserted into the left breast pocket of the Zhong tunic suit. Then he put a stack of third sets of RMB into the artificial leather bag. The words "Shanghai Tourism" are printed on it, and the soil is dying.

　　 This bundle of ten yuan, which is commonly known as Great Unity, has a face value of 1,000, or 10,000 yuan. At that time, it was enough for a normal family to spend several years. Liu Yanzhi took some from it and planned to keep it for his family.

　　 Short time, he hurried down the mountain and came to the main road. When this road came, it was a four-lane asphalt road. Now it is a county-level road paved with gravel.

　　 A blue Yuejin truck drove over from a distance. Liu Yanzhi was very smart and held up a great unity.

　　 The truck stopped, the engine roared, and the driver master looked at him: "Hitchhiker? Come up."

　　 Liu Yan got into the car straight, put the money on the dashboard, and said he was going to the city.

　　 The driver's master was smoking a cigarette, palming the steering wheel, and glanced at Liu Yanzhi: "Where are you from?"

　　 "I am from Omi, go home." Liu Yan answered simply,

　　 "Oh." The driver took another look at his bulging leatherette travel bag and continued driving.

Yuejin 130 bumped on the gravel road, and Liu Yanzhi felt more and more panicked. This stubble-faced driver master didn't look like a good person. His eyes always seemed to be on his Shanghai brand watches and artificial leather bags. Do you want to rob? But the party’s patriotism said that every move will have an immeasurable impact on history. In case of a fight and kill the driver, it will affect the history.

He was thinking wildly. The driver suddenly reached out and touched something. It was probably a copycat. Liu Yan became vigilant. Considering the security situation in the 1980s, he did not carry a weapon, but after training by Lei Meng, the basic killing skills are still mastered. of.

　　 What the driver felt was not a handle or a screwdriver, but a greasy aluminum alloy lunch box.

　　 "I haven't eaten up so early. Let me have two dumplings." The driver handed over the lunch box.

　　 Liu Yan went straight to the lunch box, opened it, and it turned out to be dumplings. He picked up one and ate it. It was stuffed with chives and eggs. The craftsmanship was far worse than that of his mother.

"What's up, incense, my daughter-in-law's bag, leek stuffing aphrodisiac, this silly old lady." The driver's master suddenly became happy and began to sing: "Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow has turned his head...with Wowotou in his hand, Without a drop of oil in the dish, how painful life in prison is..."

This is the popular prison song "Sorrow and Sorrow" in the 1980s. It was originally sung by Chi Zhiqiang. It was widely spread among the people and can be heard in the streets and alleys. Liu Yanzhi was born in the 70s and he is naturally no stranger. He understands it. The basic age is similar.

Cuiwei Mountain is only 20 kilometers away from the urban area. Of course, it refers to the urban area in 2017. In 1987, Omi City was very small. Trucks can enter the city at will. The driver directly pulled Liu Yan. When he arrived in the city, he threw the ten-yuan bill over and drove away.

　　 "Brother, thank you for the dumplings." Liu Yan waved straight to the truck that was going away. When he turned his head, the big clock on the top floor of the Suzaku Hotel, built in the Republic of China, pointed to seven o'clock.

Liu Yanzhi saw from the calendar board in the cab that it was 1987. According to the data, Professor Fei died in 1988, which is the next year. Because he offended the leader of the unit, he could not get housing allocation and could only live. In the stairwell of the school, his wife and children were away from him. They lived by themselves. He drank and suffered from stomach bleeding. Due to poor care, he died of complications. He was only 60 years old.

Jiangdong University in the mid-1980s, the scenery was beautiful and the trees lined up. The playground was jogging and exercise. In the garden, someone was reciting words. Liu Yanzhi found that he had chosen the wrong outfit. The young people of this year have begun to dress. Jeans, T-shirts, and even someone playing Cui Jian's "Nothing" on a dual-card recorder.

　　 Liu Yan walked to the staff dormitory with an artificial leather bag. He rushed to hand over the money to Professor Fei, and then returned to the dormitory of the Second Light Industry Bureau to see his parents in this era.

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