Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the empty room, the tidy backpacks were arranged neatly in a row.

The rough backpack looks quite old-fashioned on the surface. Obviously, the owner of the backpack has a very deep affection for the backpack.

“…Grandmad, this…this…”

The innocent voice was remembered in my ears. Han Ziang, who was taking a photo with the 001-01 team, looked slightly stunned and woke up.

"...Oh, Liu Qi, let grandpa see what it is..."

He forced out an ugly smile and held the poor grandson in his arms. He took the things from his hand and saw tears suddenly burst out from his eyes.

The young Liu Qi held a photo of about a century in his hand, but the photo recorded his family's happiness...

At that time, his daughter had just gotten married and Liu Qi was not born yet. Looking at her daughter with a loving smile in the photo, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and gritted his teeth and swallowed even more.

"...Duo...Duoduo...Duoduo...Dad is sorry for you...Dad is not taking good care of you...I'm sorry..."

Han Zi'ang sobbed sadly. Liu Qi, who was standing beside him, stared at his grandfather blankly. His big round black eyes were also unstoppable. The tears also burst out...

“…Grandpa…Grandpa…I want mom…Wow…”

In an instant, the empty house turned into a sea of ​​sadness.

Outside the gate, Wang Xuebin was holding a pendant made of ashes in his hand, leaning quietly against the wall, gently closing his eyes, and listening to the whine in his ears.

“……Han girl…”

At the same time, astronauts and mechanical engineers in aerospace launch bases in various regions around the world are about to embark on their journey.

"Each unit follows the instructions..."

In a space shuttle, a young man with expressionless face sat silently in the cockpit, skillfully checking one cumbersome detail after another.

Next to him, a young man with black-framed glasses, after rechecking the data, he was silent for a moment, took a breath, and asked:

"…Sister-in-law…I’m leaving today…”

"...Well... the last journey that Uncle Wang gave me on my behalf... I heard from my dad that when Duoduo was born, his dad was injured and unconscious. It was Uncle Wang who helped take care of him...

From birth to death... from death to life... it is also a cycle of reincarnation... I just hope... Duoduo can be reincarnated into a peaceful world in the next life..."

"...Uncle Wang... Our brothers have been the ones who love his sister-in-law the most since he was a child... Is it a bit too cruel to ask Uncle Wang to send his sister-in-law to the last time...?"

In the cockpit, Liu Peiqiang was slightly stunned when he heard this, paused for a moment, and his hands were moving faster and faster...

"…you know…Uncle Wang…is old too…”

"3!2!1! Launch!!!"

Rockets took off, pulling out long clouds, and turned into gorgeous brilliance under the rare sunlight.

People from all over the world stopped and held their heads, stood blankly, watching their sons, daughters, wives, and husbands gradually faded away and embarked on an unknown journey...

‘…Goodbye…my lover…’

...

Time became longer and longer, and the time for the earth to rotate gradually changed from twenty-four hours to thirty-six hours.

This scene sounds very romantic at first glance, especially when the heroine of a romance drama, she is definitely a prime-time sweet drama model.

However, when such a scene really comes to reality, what people can feel is not romance, but panic.

The fierce temperature difference between day and night tortures the fragile nerves of human beings. Crops can no longer be planted naturally, and all supply depends on dungeons in various regions.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, floods, and various extreme weathers are continuous. People are like a small boat on the turbulent sea. There is no way to deal with it except praying for the blessing of the gods.

"...Old Han, it's time to set off!"

‘Crack~ Rumble!’

The crazy thunder was flaunting and scared the people walking in the open air to tremble and slowed down, as if they were afraid of attracting Thunder's attention.

“…Here’s here!”

In the Dungeon of Capital No. 3, Wang Xuebin and Han Zi'ang had moved in a few months ago. The two rooms, which were a little larger than the train sleeper compartment, reminded Han Zi'ang some not-so-good memories.

In the garage outside the planetary engine, there was a huge truck. Wang Xuebin was sitting in the passenger seat with his legs raised, and he kept scratching a personal terminal in his hand.

At this time, Wang Xuebin had an untreated beard, his temples were gray and his eyes were slightly turbid, but he could not hide the sharpness in it at all.

His figure is still thin, but his face shining with wind and frost reveals a wild aura, which makes people feel that this person is not easy to mess with at first glance.

‘Swish~~’

The hydraulic rod started, and the door slowly opened. In an instant, the wind and rain brought a figure to the wind and rain.

"...Cough cough cough cough cough...Come King... It's early..."

Looking at Han Zi'ang, who was in a mess, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, took off a towel from the side, and threw it over.

"...It's getting late. If you're late, I'm afraid the flood will block the road and delay time. This small broken truck does not have the function of sailing on the water!

By the way! We are going to six places this time, so we will definitely not be able to come back today. Have the household registration arranged?”

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Ziang, who seemed ten years older than Wang Xuebin, forced a smile and nodded and said:

"…The kindergarten in the dungeon has opened. I have sent my household registration to the kindergarten. I have to control food and accommodation. I only need twenty resources every day, which is quite acceptable..."

"...Okay, don't calculate that little resource point. I still have about 100,000 resources here. I haven't used it much. Then I'll transfer it to you. It's definitely enough!"

"...Okay, Duoduo's expenses were a bit big before. I'm really short of money, so I'm not polite..."

Han Ziang, who folded the towel neatly and put it on the clothesline they tied, came to the driver's seat, inserted his identity card into the verification port, and paused slightly, but did not refuse.

The two of them have been in love for more than 20 years, and they no longer need to be polite and have no resources. Even if they are life, they can only be just a matter of life.

“…You’re welcome, why are you kind of polite? OK, don’t talk so much nonsense!

A total of 2,600 tons of cargo will be driven from the capital to Shanghai. Five transit stations and half of the pull of China are almost all the way. For our old bones, the task is not easy!”

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Han Zi'ang shook his head and smiled, said nothing, clicked on the task navigation, moved his wrist, gently stroked the light and agile directional ball, raised his eyebrows and said:

"...Hehe, Lao Gu is talking about you. I am still a middle-aged man in my forties. I have been running thousands of kilometers. I'm not so stupid!"

The co-pilot raised his eyebrows and glanced at Han Zi'ang, and Wang Xuebin shook his head and laughed.

"...Okay, Lao Han? He's not very angry! Remember what you said, don't let me take the relay!"

"Ha? Relay? You?"

Han Zi'ang smiled stinkyly, pressed the start button, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and skillfully shot a directional ball. A wild tire burned out of the carport, which scared the people around him.

“…Which?”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In the car, the two looked at each other and laughed happily, as if they were like that before...

"...Senior driver - Han Zi'ang, the Beijing Third District Transportation Committee reminds you that there are tens of millions of roads, the first is safety, irregular driving, and relatives cry..."