Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The night was quiet, and by the lake not far from the brightly lit engine, a child was looking for something with an astronomical telescope that was one head taller than him.

Behind the children, the old and the young sat on the chair, blew the slight tide of evening breeze, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

"...Hurry, look, Jupiter! The largest planet in the solar system..."

As if he had noticed something, the young man looked at his son and then pointed to the sky.

Looking in the direction my father pointed, I saw a huge reddish-brown planet appearing in the child's sight. In just an instant, the child became excited.

"...Dad, there is an eye on Jupiter..."

"That was a big storm on Jupiter!"

Looking at the excited son, the young man also relaxed a little, and his originally deep face also showed a hint of warmth.

“…What is a storm?”

The child turned his head and asked in a daze. When he heard this question, the young man smiled slightly, reached out to stroke his son's head, and explained slowly:

“…Jupiter…is like a big balloon, ninety percent of it is hydrogen…”

Before the young man finished speaking, the child could not suppress his desire for knowledge. He turned to look at his grandfather who was sitting aside, silently looked at his father and son, and asked loudly:

"Grandpa, what is hydrogen?"

Hearing the child's innocent tone, grandpa's mood also eased. He curled his lips and looked at his son-in-law, and asked in a pretentious manner:

"What is hydrogen?"

Hearing his father-in-law's question, the young man showed a guilty expression and did not dare to look directly at his father-in-law. He lowered his head and paused slightly, and then he explained:

"...Hydrogen is...Dad drives the big rocket fuel!"

"Grandpa, hydrogen is the fuel for dad to drive a big rocket!"

The child who got the answer conveyed the answer to his grandfather as if he was offering treasures. The old man had no intention of disappointing, and made a sudden expression that was so fake that he could no longer be fake, and replied softly:

"oh……"

Nodded, and there was no desire to speak again...

Knowing that my father-in-law was in a low mood and was afraid of causing his father-in-law to feel sad, the young man pursed his lips and quickly spoke up to the topic...

"Liu Qi..."

"Um?"

Noticed his son's curious gaze, Liu Peiqiang picked him up, stepped to the waterside, looked at the calm lake, took a deep breath, and said softly:

"...When you can see Jupiter without using a telescope, your dad will come back..."

"...Dad...Where are you going?"

Looking at the child's ignorant expression, Liu Peiqiang's tears gradually filled his eyes. He quickly looked up at the sky to hide his loss of composure.

"...Dad is going to perform a mission...the most important mission in the world..."

The young man said, holding the child, running, playing, and just a moment, the happy laughter made the child forget his father's words.

Seeing his son playing around the beach, Liu Peiqiang quietly returned to his seat, silently took out a metal identity card with his communication method from his arms, and handed it to his father-in-law Han Zi'ang.

"... After I leave, Liu Qi will give it to you... You can get the qualification to enter the dungeon without drawing lots...

This is also the only way... to make you and Liu Qi... alive...

...This is all we can do..."

“…Okay…Stop talking…”

Rubbing the identity card in his hand, listening to what his son-in-law said, Han Ziang, who remembered his daughter again, waved his hand irritably and impatiently changed the topic.

"...What did your Uncle Wang say..."

After hearing what his father-in-law said, Liu Peiqiang, who guessed that his father-in-law was thinking, did not continue on this topic anymore. He sighed and continued to follow his father-in-law's topic:

"...Ci Xin is there on Uncle Wang's side, and he also has two places. I will give it to Uncle Wang at that time!"

As soon as Liu Peiqiang finished speaking, Han Zi'ang's brows frowned again.

"...Ci Xin gives you Uncle Wang... Then what should you do with your mother and your Uncle Lin?"

Seeing his father-in-law's misunderstanding expression, Liu Peiqiang quickly explained:

"...Dad! Don't worry about my mom and Uncle Lin. They are now responsible for the evacuation of personnel in the southern hemisphere. After the work is completed, the two elders can move directly into the northern dungeon!

But you and I, Uncle Wang, will soon stop the earth, and the danger of the special rescue team's work will suddenly increase!

You and Uncle Wang are so old, so you just take this opportunity to transfer to an ordinary position!

I have a subsidy of 300 points per month. Cixin is an engineer. His subsidy is higher than mine, 800 points. With a resource quota of 1,000 points, there is no need for you and Uncle Wang to work so hard..."

Hearing this, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He didn't know whether he was laughing at the children or himself. He picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed and took a sip, and said softly:

"...Don't think about it, your Uncle Wang may not listen to you. Don't look at your Uncle Wang's kindness, in fact, he is the one who can't rest!

He is different from others. This world is a game for him. No matter how dangerous it is, he always enjoys it..."

"...Ha! Why did I hear someone talking to me behind my back? Come on! Let me listen, are you praising me... or cursing?"

An electric-powered black SUV stopped beside the two of them with a tail swaying. The dust raised from the wheels instantly made Han Zi'ang look dirty.

The car door opened, a middle-aged man walked down, took out a large insulated box from the back seat of the car, and walked over with a swagger.

"...Grandpa Wang!"

"Hey! Be good at household registration!"

Looking at the little guy who was rushing towards him, Wang Xuebin smiled and lifted the little guy up with one hand and threw it into the sky.

Amid the cheers, a clever spirit put the little guy down again.

"...Grandpa, come again!"

"Liu Qi!"

Seeing his son pulling Uncle Wang's clothes and entangled him, Liu Peiqiang frowned and scolded him, and hurriedly stepped forward and took the little guy away, and smiled apologized at Wang Xuebin.

"...Okay, okay, I'll be scruple with a child..."

Wang Xuebin waved his hand, but didn't care. He put the insulated box on the table, lifted a stool, sat next to Han Ziang, who was cleaning up the sand and black face, and jokingly said:

"...How is it, Lao Han, is he punished by the right and wrong behind the scenes?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but look blank. He naturally knew that the captain was reminding him of the confidentiality system, just a way to remind him, and he was so rude every time...

“…Haha, just be happy…”

Han Zi'ang said, turning his head and looking at it casually, but it was this look that made his face suddenly become serious.

"...Old Wang, where is the car?"

"Don't call Lao Wang! Isn't the car parked next to it? I just mentioned the latest SUV, the power is very powerful!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Zi'ang's face turned solemn, his eyes staring at Wang Xuebin who was interrupting casually, and asked in a deep voice:

"...Don't interrupt, you know what I mean, I ask you, where is the armored vehicle that has been with us for twenty-five years?"

Finally, Wang Xuebin's smile on his face calmed down, he glanced at the brand new SUV behind him, smiled slightly, and said calmly:

“……Recalled……The Special Rescue Team No. 001-01… is officially disbanded…”