My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 124 The place of nostalgia, the chapter is in a hurry

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For a long time I felt that I was dreaming at all.The time-traveling experience was a long nightmare for me. I lived in the nightmare for a long time, and I couldn't wake up no matter what.

But let’s dream about it, sometimes you don’t listen to the arrangements of people’s hearts, the more you don’t want to wake up, the more you wake up unexpectedly.

I woke up as soon as I opened my eyes, and the dream dissipated like clouds and smoke, leaving no trace.

As soon as my eyes were opened, I couldn't move, and the night wind was freezing, and I was lying on the grass somewhere.

The smell of green grass kneaded out of the juice is filled in the nostrils, as if it has been used somewhere, but it has been 800 years in the past and present, so I can’t remember.

My hands were inserted in the cold soil and withered grass, and after being blown by the wind for a long time, I gradually became conscious enough to support my body to stand up.

As soon as I stood up, I raised my head, and saw countless lanterns and torches, brightly lit, shivering in the frosty autumn wind.

These lights clearly outline the outline of the entire camp in the barren mountains and wilderness.

This is Jiuli Mountain.My dream woke up and I came back.

For a while, I really wondered, did I leave?Or on the way back to the camp, because he fell asleep and fell off his horse, he sat down with a whole thousand-year-long nightmare?

But I looked at my hands and my body. I was still wearing the overalls of the Nimbus central laboratory.That silly "short-term internship" sticker is on my chest.In my trousers pocket, there is an extra space-time locator hidden. It is so quiet that it hurts my thigh.

Is all this not a dream, but reality?

I stood up, walked along the road, step by step, and walked into the camp.The soldiers standing guard at the door raised a row of guns and rushed up to stop me. Seeing my face, they were all stunned. After a moment of hesitation, they all put down their guns and saluted me: "Young commander!"

One boldly said: I thought you were in the camp...

I asked: What did you say?

He snapped to attention and said, "Young Commander, the Commander came looking for you two hours ago!"Everyone thought you were already in the camp.

I think of Zhang Wensheng.It has been several months since they accepted Zhang Wensheng as the director of camp affairs, so I tentatively asked another question: Do you know where Zhang Wensheng's Zhang camp is?

The soldier was stunned again, seeing my firm attitude and not looking like I would explain too much, he finally stammered, "Yes, there."

He pointed to a tent that was closer to the gate of the camp.

I nodded, and wanted to put my hands behind my back, but it was still very laborious to walk slowly, in short, I moved towards it step by step.

Behind me, several soldiers were discussing: Hurry up and tell the first battalion commander!Hurry up and notify the commander in chief!The young marshal wasn't there...why is he outside now?

They muttered, thinking I couldn't understand.

I understand it, but don't really want to understand it.

I walked very slowly, and the wind was blowing on the wound on my back, which was dry and painful.These injuries were still rubbed out in the shaft of the laboratory computer room.

Or... I haven't been to any Nimbus, these injuries are caused by my fall from a horse, this strange clothes, I put on at will, I just broke my head?

I do not know.

I just told the soldiers to go to the tent with Zhang Wensheng.

Along the way, soldiers, horses, and people I didn't know came and went. Some people called me, but I ignored them.

Finally, I arrived at the end of this strange dream, in front of the military tent.

I lifted up the heavy and thick curtain, and the first time I looked inside, I saw a pair of feet.

The feet are sandwiched between the camp bed board and the white sheet.People are lying on the bed.

The white cloth was covered perfunctorily, and one side almost fell to the ground.

... Although I haven't seen his face yet, I also vaguely understand that I came back late, and I thought it was unnecessary, so I called him out.

My legs were still weak, and I was anxious, so I could only move over slowly... I walked to the side, picked up the quilt that was about to fall to the ground, and gently uncovered it.

It is generally believed that Zhang Wensheng was shot seven times, and his death was ugly.In fact, he was just lying down, and there were some broken gaps in his clothes, which were very small.

The blood clots were large, dark brown, and looked almost black in the shaking light, mixed with the dark military uniform, it was not obvious.

I came back late, and they were congealed into salty lumps.

At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the camp, and they were very loud, which could be seen as an urgent formation.

I guess my dad has already noticed that I am here, and his subordinates lined up to greet me as usual.I ignored them, I still have time...

So he reached out and touched Zhang Wensheng's cold face.

His face was so clean, it was the first time I saw him in the courtyard of the mansion, and there was no difference in appearance.The short black hair against the scalp is neat, and he is well-groomed, with soft outline and cold eyes.

The person is dead, but the corners of his pale paper mouth are still slightly upturned, with a slight smile.This is his natural face, his mouth is like a water chestnut.

I remember that he has a pair of heroic eyes, but now they are tightly closed and cannot be opened, and I can no longer see his two star-like eyeballs.But the eyebrows are still sparse, and the brows are unlucky, so it's him.

I threw myself on his chest, holding his body with both hands, I was about to cry, but I held back until now, I cried too much, I had no more tears to use.

In this oppressive feeling with no exit, I suddenly touched something he had hidden in his chest.

It was placed in his left breast pocket. When I touched it, I could roughly feel its shape and size.

It's so familiar...it scares me.

I opened that pocket and took out the thing.

At about the same time, my father had parted the curtain and entered here, calling my name.

It's so far away, my dad's voice is separated by many mountains and many years of road... I can't hear clearly.

I spread my palms carefully, so that I could see clearly the little thing that Zhang Wensheng hid deeply.

In the palm of my hand is a long, long gold pocket watch.

Of course, it was already broken, and, as if it had been soaked in water and not cleaned, it had a lot of rust.In its center, a bullet is embedded.The bullet has rusted a bit. After all, this thing is actually nearly a thousand years old...

Zhang Wensheng's watch was shot and I asked him to leave.I said I would fix it for him, but I didn't have time.

The watch I took was given to Zhang Wensheng.It was that madman-like man, unkempt, unshaven, and aggressive.He has the guts to talk face to face with someone who knows he is the future emperor without changing his face, neither humble nor overbearing.

When we were parting, he took the watch from me and said to me: If I meet him with such a pocket watch that has been eaten by bullets and soaked in lake water, I should recognize him.

By the way, I am Cao Shiyue, as I remember, the one in front of me is Zhang Wensheng himself.

The person Chen Yuyuan exchanged his life for, the person I always miss in time and time again, died here.He died long ago where I started.

……I see!

My dad is here.

My dad was aggressive, hugged me from behind, and grabbed me.I was strangled in his arms, knowing he was calling me.

However, I feel very tired, I don't have the strength to deal with my dad, I am just tired.

I was holding this broken old watch, as if I was holding the time and opportunity that I had touched and let go inadvertently.

Just like that, I was tired and I fell asleep.

I closed my eyes, really, no feeling.

This should be, I fell asleep.

Part VI