My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 112 Survival does not wait for unknown dreams

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When Chen Yuyuan came back from the lecture, he told me that everything had been done, the data had been verified one by one, and all of them had been uploaded, and the experiment time was tentatively scheduled for three days later.

I said why so fast?

He said: Just in case Ye Chang Meng Duo Lao Ling finds out about your existence.

As soon as he mentioned Ling Haiyang, I felt guilty, and I really didn't dare to tell him what happened that day.He asked me if I had ever left the room, and I just said no. Anyway, there are "short-term interns" like me all over the boat, and when everyone covers their heads, no one will pay attention to anyone.

I thought things would not be so fast, I still have time, and I can talk to Zhang Wensheng a few more times, to study the past and the future in detail, seeing that this matter is not likely to have a chance.

Since Chen Yuyuan was preparing for the experiment, he no longer left the Light Wheel.I was brought by his side, not leaving an inch, and I couldn't sneak to talk to Zhang Wensheng.

I was not happy, this displeasure was not happy, so I put it on my face from my heart, and put it on the table.

Chen Yuyuan said: My lord, don't look reluctant, we won't meet again after you go back.There are still three days to do the experiment, which is equivalent to three days before the two of us will die. It's hard for you, can you show me a good face?

I said: no.

Chen Yuyuan smiled: It's okay, at most you will never see me again.If I want to see you, I can read Ms. Tong's works, there are some illustrations, not to mention I have your wedding photos in my collection.

I said angrily: Why don't you say that you can go to the grave to burn money, paper and incense for your ancestors?Remember to bring the pig's head.

Chen Yuyuan said: "How can a wicked bastard like you have a grave?"It has long been picked up by the angry people.

I:……

In the past three days, except for the occasional conversation with me, Professor Chen was so busy that he flew up most of the time. As the saying goes, the buttocks are smoking.

He said he wanted to bid farewell to me, but in fact he seldom said anything about himself.There was a lunch that was already cold when it was delivered to the office, but he still chewed on it. After I took a bite, I felt that the cold meat and custard smelled so strong that I couldn't swallow it at all.

I asked him: Have you lived such a life for so many years?

He looked up at me with a dazed expression on his face, and he retorted silently, roughly, "However, what kind of life do you want to live in this way?" I had nothing to say.

In two days, I saw Zhang Wensheng twice.

After Chen Yuyuan came back, because he had to hurry up to prepare for the experiment and was short of manpower, he released Zhang Wensheng's ban and asked him to help.Once a day, he came to hand over the documents, making reports and the like.Seeing me sitting next to the teacher, he didn't pay any attention to me, just pretending that all the previous plots of hooking up with each other had never happened.

I was unwilling, and always made some noises from the side, hoping that he would notice me, so that he could find that I was me under the mask, the one who gave him the memory and brought him into the computer room.

But he, Zhang, didn't care about it, and he did his best to be a disciple in front of the professor.He hardly turned his face to look at me, as if I didn't exist, just an empty shell on the clothes rack.

After he left the next day, Chen Yuyuan specifically told me: On the day of the experiment, Wen Sheng will be my assistant.

I said: Then you punished him earlier and refused to let him enter the laboratory, so forget about it?

Chen Yuyuan said: I didn't intend to really punish him at first. As a teacher, I felt that the student was cornered, so I had to give him a little warning.

I asked: Do you still believe in him?

Chen Yuyuan said: "Since you believe in someone, you must believe in everything. If someone says something, you believe it. That's called faith."

I thought about it, but still felt guilty, and asked again: If something happens to me, do you believe me?

Chen Yuyuan laughed: Who would dare to believe you Cao Shiyue, the number one villain in the Republic of China?Crazy isn't it...

I:……

He laughed a few times, then stopped his voice suddenly, tugged at me and said: Did I teach you to remind me to give you something as a souvenir?

I said sickly: You haven't said a few words to me.what babyJust take it out, it's only been a few days, and from now on, you can only worship me in the air.

Chen Yuyuan has always been a person who never delays or hesitates. He does what he says, stands up immediately, drags me, and goes back to the dormitory together.

He rummaged through the photo drawer on the wall of the bedroom and found a flannel bag. Inside the flannel bag was a flannel bag... It was like making zongzi, wrapped in several layers.I couldn't take my eyes off it, so I stared at him to see what he was going to come up with, which was worthy of offering to the ancestors.

He took out a dull thing from the last layer of velvet bag that was almost broken, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and then handed it to me.

It has been handed down from the family, and it is said to be your favorite thing, Mr. Tai.He said.

I just glanced at the thing he handed over, and I felt shudder all over.

I muttered that it wasn't my thing.

Chen Yuyuan said: It is said that what you wanted to bring with you when you were buried, the family hated you, so they didn't put it in the coffin.This time when I go back, I will take it away with you.

I took a step back, trying to avoid the thing.I said: This is really not mine.

I said, I gave this to someone a long time ago, it shouldn't...it shouldn't be in my hands until I die.

Chen Yuyuan loosened his hands slightly, and the thing hung down with a chain, swinging like a pendulum.It's just damaged, with a rusty warhead stuck in its heart, long dead and unable to do its job anymore.

It is the pocket watch that I gave Zhang Wensheng twice. At first glance, it is full of rust, and even the gold case is covered with dirt, as if it has been hit by a bullet and then soaked in cold water.

Many more years to pass, many more hands to change.Its wound was grinning like it was mocking me.