Manual of Space-Time Interference

After three days,

the outer solar system,

A person stands on the flagship, looking into the distance with his hands down.

The bright Milky Way, the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, the Big Dipper becomes a spoon...

He couldn't see the azure blue, but he saw the hot sun, the silent Pluto next to him, the starry sky, and the spark that never faded.

Burning in the starry sky, burning in his heart...

No wind, no sound, hands trembling slightly, close to nostalgia...

...

"Marshal, sir, there won't be a problem up there, right?"

In the bridge below, the adjutant asked Wu Zhiyuan, who was beside him. Wu Zhiyuan shook his head and looked at the azure color on the interface. "Sir is just homesick. He wants to take a look from a distance..."

...

Back to the original calm, the things in my memory, the things hidden in my heart, like something knocked on the door, began to shake out little by little.

"If there is a chance, you may not be able to return to Earth to help me take a look..."

The Neptune next to him has changed into a different appearance, but from a distance, you can still see the former appearance, that kind of light blue elegant demeanor...

Saturn's rings still give people a shock...

Jupiter is ascending, storms and thunder and lightning seem to have died down, but the quiet can vaguely see the past.

Across the sun, there are those dark-brown spots on it, the flames jumping up and down like a naughty child, and Mercury is faintly visible in the distance...

azure,

It seems to be surrounded by rain and fog.

The little moon was snuggled beside him, he opened his mouth slightly to look at it, his hands trembled slightly and returned to calm again.

closer, closer...

The anxiety in his heart seemed to remind him of these words, but the voice seemed to gradually become smaller until it stopped beside it, which became a kind of expectation, a kind of tranquility.

Close your eyes, the sun behind you is like fire, and the blue in front of you is like the sea...

...

"Protect Mr.!"

Inside the bridge, Wu Zhiyuan looked at a small dot that jumped down from above and said.

...

The wind gradually picked up, he turned his body to face the starry sky, looked at the rising sun above, and looked at the slightly visible moon next to him...

"Nüwa, do you know what it means to return leaves to their roots?"

That year, I foolishly used the recoil to pounce on the earth desperately. That year, I was yelling and screaming crazy just thinking about going home.

Now, home is here...

He reached out to keep a white cloud next to him, but it slipped through his fingers, but he was sure he caught it.

It was like falling from the clouds, and like running desperately into his mother's arms. At this time, he felt like a child, because didn't he say something.

The older I get, the lonelier I become, the more like a child...

"Sir, you need to activate the automatic landing system."

A voice came from his ear, and the dialect smiled, "Ramons, you will handle everything, right?"

"Yes, sir, I have been helping you with everything."

"Then let's go." Fang Yan said, his face was pale, but he gave a feeling of being very full of energy. The mecha on his body quickly turned, as if he wanted to chase the sun.

Over the ocean, over the mountain...

Until it stopped at the top of a city, the whole person fell quickly, and then gently landed on the central square.

"#...￥#...%%...#...%￥"

Many people around him kept shouting and shooting. Dialect looked expressionless and walked out of the open hatch in front of him. With the sound of the ground beside him, he took out a bottle of old wine from the storage port on one side...

The energy began to collide in the sky, and the sound of screams and gunfire spread all over the city. Dialect carried a bottle of white wine, slowly walked towards the stone monument in the center, and then looked up.

"Ramons, I don't want to see it."

There was no sound, as if it had vanished. The stone tablet in front of him disappeared, leaving only a pool of water standing alone in the center of the square. He watched and sat on the edge.

"嘚~"

The base of the wine bottle collided with the marble countertop, and Dialect took out two wine glasses again, one in his hand and the other on the countertop...

"I'm back!" he said as he poured the wine,

"I'm late. I don't know if you will blame me. I told you five thousand years ago, but now ten thousand years have passed."

The wine gradually filled the glass, and the dialect raised his glass, followed the direction of the tower in his memory, and said again, "But Xinghuo is still back, and the inheritance of Xinghuo is not broken!"

"Did...a...a..."

"The first glass of wine, for you, Huaxia Civilization!"

With a loud voice, Dialect filled the wine glass again, and then drank it all at once, "The second cup of wine, to you!"

Sitting down, Dialect filled the wine glass on the table, then filled his own glass, and said in a low voice, "The third glass of wine, toast to us..."

He raised his head and drank it again. As the spirits poured into his throat, he seemed to recall the ups and downs of the past. The person who had to let go, a tear slowly fell from his eyes...

"Rammons..."

"Sir, I am here, always!"

"I know, but I..."

The sound of artillery fire beside him remained the same, Dialect muttered as if he was drunk, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had fallen asleep...

"gentlemen?"

Ramones asked softly, but what he saw was the dialect that seemed to be asleep. He walked up, trying to shake the shoulder of the dialect to support him like he did...

A little starlight, the moment Ramones touched him, the dialect body slowly disappeared, just like Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly, the dialect turned into starlight and slowly disappeared...

"Is this the time?"

There seemed to be a careful discussion of other mechanical creatures who had been monitoring this side. Ramon's outstretched hand stagnated in the air. He looked at the direction of the starlight.

Sir, I've been here, but you're gone...

The last bit of starlight disappeared in this cosmic time and space, everything was still and moved forward again, another time and space was frozen in mid-air and the mobile phone fell down, Yun Kexin began to shout the name of the dialect,

...

It's like waking up from sleep, dialect opened his eyes, there is only a vast expanse around, but it seems that you can see a lot of things here,

The anxious Yun Kexin, the dazed Ramones, and the past Luo Qiao, the Fangyu who has grown up...

"clatter!"

At this moment, a door appeared in front of Dialect and gradually opened, just like a door opened by God to him, full of holy light.

"As far as I know, what about the dialect I call you?"

A voice came from behind the door, and Fang Yan put his hand on it but shrank back, and asked, "Where is this place?"

"It's a crack, don't worry too much." The man on the opposite side replied, seemingly indifferent.

Dialect thought and asked again, "What's behind the door?"

"A world free from time, a world where high-level life forms can live." The man opposite replied, and then he said, "Don't think about it, just come in, there is nothing in your place."

Subconsciously took two steps forward, Fang Yan retracted his feet, looked at everything next to him and asked, "I went to that world, can I go back?"

"I'm sorry, but people who are out of time cannot return to the order of time, because the world under the order of time cannot hold you. You are a miracle in the evolution of life, but it does not mean that you will be one of the orderly. An exception." The man returned.

"Then can I go back?" Dialect asked, subconsciously staying away from the door.

After a long silence, the man asked, "Why do you want to go back?"

"Because that world has people I love and people who love me."

"In the world behind the door, you can also find someone who loves you and someone you love," the man said.

"Different."

Dialect shook his head, the man behind the door was silent again,

"There's a door behind you, it's dark, you can't see it, you can look for it."

Turning around, Dialect searched carefully, and as the man said, he found a door, hidden in the darkness, he watched, pulled the door handle to step in, but was caught by the man's next sentence. Stop the words.

"Are you sure you want to return to time order?"

The foot that stepped out stagnated in the air, and the dialect turned back and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Everything you do, the timeline you have disrupted, will disappear after you return to the order of time. This is the corrective power of time, and time will not allow the existence of order-breaking under its order~www .readwn.com~ and you are."

Silent, Fang Yan retracted his feet, looked at the door, closed his eyes, and pulled the door back, walking towards the door emitting a soft white light, thinking about stepping in and then pausing...

"I'm out of time, will the world under the time order also return to its previous state because of the correction power?"

No answer, but dialect also got the answer...

"Maya and the others, were they here before?"

Still no answer, Fang Yan lowered his head, he understood that this was a choice, the same choice as before...

The dark world, the faintly visible timeline and world, the Yun Kexin who is contacting Guoan, the Fangyu who is still in bed, the spark that is still burning...

long time……

long time……

That white light disappeared...