The study room of the Patriotic Republic seems to be more chaotic than before. There are books everywhere, on the recliner, on the desk, on the ground, and on the bookshelf. His study room is very large, six meters high, and you need a ladder to take books on the upper floor of the bookshelf.

"Do you like reading? Borrow whatever you want." Dang Aiguo held a pipe in his mouth, wore a pinch-neck glasses, a shirt and a vest, which looked like a British gentleman. In early September, the weather for tigers would have been quite a pain if his study had not maintained a constant temperature.

"When I was a child, I liked watching "Saint Seiya", "City Hunter", and "Dragon Ball"." Liu Yanzhi replied.

Dang Paiguo smiled awkwardly: "When I was a child, I also liked Masami Cheda, Hojo Ji and Akira Toriyama, but at that time I was in an orphanage and had no money to buy it, so I could only read books. It was then that I vowed that if I had the conditions, I would definitely buy a whole room of books."

"Where will I go through this time? Is it dangerous?" Liu Yanzhi didn't like to talk nonsense and went straight to it.

"First of all, I have to tell you the significance of our doing this." Dang Paiguo pushed the glasses on his nose and started to mobilize before the war again. "The risk of traveling through time is extremely high. To be honest, before you, we sacrificed sixteen volunteers. You are the 17th. You succeeded because you are a special gene carrier and are not afraid of the various side effects of traveling through time, so only you can undertake this task."

Liu Yan said straight: "Is it high temperature? Is the entire fire-resistant cabin enough?"

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

Liu Yanzhi was speechless, in the 1980s! He wore it for more than 30 years, which was incomparable to the same time traveled until yesterday.

"In the past eight years? Can I come back?" he asked.

Dang Maiguo said seriously: "Our expert team cannot guarantee that the age you have landed is enough to get as close as possible. As for whether it was 1981 or 1988, it is hard to say that Professor Fei died of poverty and illness in 1988. If you fall in the previous few years, you can help him overcome difficulties. As long as he does not die, our country's physics research will reach a new level."

Liu Yanzhi said in confusion: "Then I'll just bring him directly."

Dang Paiguo Road: "It is useless to bring people. What I need is his research results over the past few decades and the research results of top students he has brought out. We can travel through time, but the knowledge and wealth accumulated by time cannot take shortcuts."

Liu Yanzhi still didn't understand: "I'll go back and save him, and then he can live until now? What do the people around him 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 accordingly. For example, if you go back to the past and kill someone who currently exists, then in the benchmark time and space, he will have died long ago. Except for these people who are traveling through a certain range of wormholes, they can maintain the same acceleration as you without being erased from memory, everyone else has changed with the changes in history, everything, including the environment and people."

Liu Yan was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he said, "Then I might as well stay in the 1980s and live with my parents."

The Party patriotic smiled happily: "You don't know, because in the benchmark time and space, your mother is still waiting for you."

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

Dang Aiguo said: "You bring a living expenses to Professor Fei for one day. Remember, you can't come back if you are late. Our technology can only guarantee that you can travel twenty-four hours now."

Liu Yan said straight: "What about my time travel subsidy? It's still 10,000 yuan a day."

The Party patriotism shook his head helplessly: "Yes, ten thousand, the account will be received soon."

...

At night, Cuiwei Mountain and the traveling team were preparing. Liu Yanzhi sat in the car and looked at Professor Fei's home address, unit address, and the city map of Omi City in the 1980s. In fact, these were all in his childhood memory. Once the gate of memory was opened, it could not be closed. He secretly made up his mind that he must go home to check it out while performing the task.

The excavator dug a hole on the ground, which always reminded Liu Yanzhi of the word "grave digging". He didn't understand why he had to dig a hole through time, nor did he understand the role of the vehicles around him. The staff were busy and dragged the thick cables over. The Antai Consortium had a large thermal power plant and self-operated high-voltage transmission line. The cables were pulled from a 500KV tower.

Party Patriotic is giving him a final explanation: "Just be a normal person who conforms to the characteristics of the times. Don't make any moves. Every move of yours will have an impact on history, and this is irreversible. People cannot step into the same river twice, and you cannot travel to that era again, do you understand?"

Liu Yan nodded.

The things that Professor Fei brought to him were placed in a fireproof box. Liu Yanzhi wore fireproof clothing and the layings in the pit were also improved, which looked thick and burn-resistant.

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

"In the 1980s, I'm here," he said silently.

...

A white light flashed, and Liu Yan opened his eyes, pushed open the lid, and slapped the flames on his body. This time, it was fine, at least the laying in the pit had not turned into solution.

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

He opened the fire box, took out the suit and changed it. Because he was uncertain about the time to land, the logistics team prepared the most foolproof clothing, a blue Zhongshan suit and a pair of three-joint leather shoes.

Liu Yan changed into clothes, put on leather shoes, and wore a Shanghai brand 17 diamond all-steel watch on his wrist. He inserted the hero pen into the pocket of the left chest of Zhongshan suit, and then stuffed a stack of third set of RMB into an artificial leather bag with the words "Shanghai Travel" printed on it, which was so terrible.

This bundle of ten yuan, commonly known as Datuan, was worth 10,000 yuan, which was 10,000 yuan. At that time, it was enough for a normal family to spend several years, and Liu Yanzhi drew some from it and planned to leave it to his family.

Time was tight, so he hurried down the mountain and came to the main road. When this road came, it was just a four-lane asphalt road, and now it was a county-level highway paved with gravel.

A blue leap incoming truck drove over from a distance, and Liu Yanzhi was very smart and held up a great unity high.

The truck stopped, the engine roared, and the driver looked at him: "Come on the ride? Come on."

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

The driver held a cigarette in his mouth, held the steering wheel, and glanced at Liu Yanzhi: "Where are you from?"

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

"Oh." The driver glanced at his bulging artificial leather travel bag and continued driving.

Jumping 130 on the gravel road, Liu Yanzhi felt more and more panicked. The driver with a stubble face looked like a good person no matter how he looked. His eyes seemed to be on his Shanghai brand watches and artificial leather bags. Do you want to rob? But the party and patriotism said that every move would have an immeasurable impact on history. If you fight and kill the driver, it would be a good idea to affect history.

He was thinking about it, and the driver suddenly reached out to touch the things, probably scouting the guys. Liu Yanzhi became alert. Considering the public security situation in the 1980s, he did not carry weapons, but after being trained by Lei Meng, he still mastered the basic killing skills.

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

"I didn't eat at such an early time, so I brought two dumplings." The driver handed over the lunch box.

Liu Yan directly opened the lunch box and found that it was indeed dumplings. He picked up one and ate it. It was made of leeks and eggs. He was far inferior to his mother in terms of skills.

"How is it, it's delicious. My wife packed it. The leek stuffing is so filling. This silly old lady." The driver suddenly became happy and began to sing: "I'm so worried, and my head turned white... I held the steamed bun in my hand, and there was no drop of oil in the vegetables. How painful life in prison is..."

This is the prison song "Sorry, Sorrow" popular in the 1980s. It was originally sang by Chi Zhiqiang. It is widely circulated among the people and can be heard in the streets and alleys. Liu Yanzhi is naturally not unfamiliar with it. He understands that the basic place is about the same.

Cuiwei Mountain is only twenty kilometers away from the city. Of course, it refers to the city in 2017. In 1987, Omi City was still very small and trucks could enter the city at will. The driver pulled Liu Yanzhi into the city, threw the ten-yuan bill over, and drove away.

"Brother, thank you for your dumplings." Liu Yan waved his hand to the truck that was leaving, and turned around. The big clock on the top floor of the Zhuque Hotel built during the Republic of China period was pointing at seven o'clock.

Liu Yanzhi saw from the calendar sign in the cab that it was now in 1987. According to the information, Professor Fei died in 1988, that is, next year, because he offended the leader of the unit, he could not get housing distribution and could only live in the school stairwell. His wife and children were away from him. He lived alone, drank alcohol and had to bleed stomach bleeding. Due to poor care, he died of complications and was only 60 years old.

In the mid-1980s, Jiangdong University had beautiful scenery and green trees. The prodigal sons of heaven were running and exercising on the playground. In the garden, some were reciting words. Liu Yanzhi found that he had chosen the wrong outfit. Young people these days have started wearing jeans and T-shirts, and some even played Cui Jian's "Nothing" with a dual-slot tape recorder.

Liu Yanzhi walked towards the teaching staff dormitory building with an artificial leather bag. He was anxious to hand over the money to Professor Fei, and then returned to his home in the dormitory of the Second Light Bureau to see his parents of this era.

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