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Chapter 41 The Story of Yu Guangfeng
And some smaller drawings are filled with densely packed various incomprehensible formulas.

Black pen writing, handwriting neat and orderly.

Yu Xiran had seen these blueprints since he was a child, but Zhou Qiang had seen them for the first time.

Even as a ghost messenger, Zhou Qiang was shocked. These blueprints are so precise that they can be described as works of art.

At the same time, the old lady cleared her throat and said in a vicissitudes of life.

"My husband's name is Yu Guangfeng, a native of Dongshan, Huaguo. In the early years, he studied abroad and studied in a prestigious school in Eagle Country. Later, he went to a top university in Eagle Country to study for a postgraduate degree."

"Later, Huaguo settled down and needed talents. He followed a gentleman and returned to Huaguo. At that time, he had not completed his studies in Eagle Country. He was the youngest graduate student who returned to Huaguo."

"He has been to the Great Northwest, Mr. and the others together."

The old lady's voice trembled.

"Although he was very young at the time, he had a quick mind and was extremely smart. I have never met anyone who is smarter than him. Even the Mr. Qian praised him."

"It's said that he was too anxious to come back. If he had studied abroad for a few more years and studied further, he would have definitely improved to a higher level!"

"Back then they were too poor. After returning to China, they went to the Northwest and only received a subsidy of three yuan. Later, they went to another place and also only received a subsidy of three yuan."

"All of them know that once these giants of the academic world return to China, it means that their academic careers are completely over. At that time, Huaguo had no conditions to support them in completing those academic experiments."

"What they will face is a process of growing from nothing, the conditions are particularly difficult, and the road is full of obstacles."

"But my husband never said anything regretful."

"until…"

The old lady's mouth twitched and her expression paused.

"Those years..."

The old lady's eyes flickered as she looked out the window at the night.

The angle she was at was just enough to see the bright red flag on the campus of Kyoto University outside the window.

The old lady had a bitter smile on her wrinkled face.

At the same time, in the studio of the Central Media.

The staff responsible for the live broadcast were sweating coldly.

In the studio, many staff members looked at Duan Zeping for help.

One of the staff members said in a deep voice.

"Deputy Director, should the live broadcast continue..."

Duan Zeping's expression was also cloudy for a while.

Standing behind Duan Zeping, Chen Yuhang looked at Zhou Qiang on the big screen with admiration on his face.

Duan Zeping had a complicated expression, his brows were tightly frowned, and then he spoke abruptly.

"Don't move! Keep playing!"

"What's the matter, I will bear it for you!"

Fortunately, the old lady didn't mention what happened that year.

Maybe she really didn't want to recall the dark past.

On the big screen in the studio, the old lady sighed, and then said in a daze.

"After he finished the project in the Great Northwest..."

"At that time, he was preparing for his third scientific research expedition, but he died on the way. He had just left the house and died in the alley of our house. He was stabbed several times with a knife, and finally he was shot in the head. superior…"

"His files were all destroyed. I don't know exactly where and what he did for his third scientific research expedition, but I can guess a general idea. Why did he die?"

"He wanted to come back and take a look at me. When he died, he was still holding the red rose tightly in his arms. The meaning of the rose at that time was that I love you..."

There was a happy smile on the face of the old lady.

But when she laughed, her eyes were filled with tears, and crystal clear tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

She was already very old, but at this moment, it was an indescribable beauty.

At this time, both Zhou Qiang and everyone who watched the live broadcast had an idea that time will never erase the traces of a person's beauty.

The old lady turned her head to look at Zhou Qiang.

"My name is Deng Yue, and my husband's name is Yu Guangfeng."

"His lifelong dream, which is to make the motherland a superpower, has come true now, but there is no trace of my husband on the wall of honor."

"I know that his third scientific research mission may be a special mission, so special that all his information will be erased, and even his body, I was taken away after only a few glances."

"Are you a ghost messenger, right? I was an atheist before my husband died, but after my husband died, I went to the temple every week to offer incense and pray for him."

"I have been to the Chinese Academy of Sciences countless times. I want to prove that my husband Yu Guangfeng is a real person, but there is no place for him on the wall of honor."

"I know that he doesn't care about these things, and those who went to the Northwest with him are like that."

"There is only one unified idea in their minds, and that is to build a great motherland in their ideal."

"But I, Deng Yue, am a bit of a marketer. I just want to prove that my husband, Yu Guangfeng, is a real person. I really miss him, and I miss him every day."

"I'm thinking that he must be very tired after working for these years. He must miss me very much after not seeing me in these years. When he suffered an accident, he must have been very painful..."

"Why didn't I take a look outside the house at that time, if I did, I might see him for the last time."

At this time, the old lady walked slowly towards Zhou Qiang, her eyes fixed on Zhou Qiang.

"Lord Pluto, it doesn't matter if you take my life away, just let me see him again."

"I want to tell him that now Huaguo has become a powerful country, and his granddaughter has grown up, she is very beautiful, very similar to us..."

Inside the room, Yu Xiran tightly covered her mouth, sobbing silently, and tears kept falling.

Zhou Qiang took a step back involuntarily.

He had never flinched from the evil spirit of the moat that day.

At this time, Zhou Qiang sensed an indescribable sadness and longing from the old lady in front of him.

……

At the same time, in a small town filled with yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)