Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

News of the celebration has spread throughout Kyushu.

Kyoto University.

Su Jinnian was wearing a white coat, holding a cup of coffee, and sitting on a bench by the lake.

The breeze gradually picked up, wrinkling a pool of autumn water.

She pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and stared at the water in a trance.

After coming to the capital city, I have been busy doing experiments, analyzing data, and planning projects day and night. I have never spared time to sit here like I do today.

The mind is empty, the nerves are no longer tense.

The muscles, skin, and bones of the body seem to be relaxing.

The sun shines on the body, and time seems to stand still.

After sitting like this for an unknown amount of time, the sound of the radio brought her back to reality from this ethereal state.

"Students, teachers, hello everyone."

"This is the Campus Radio of Kyoto University, and I am the director Sa Beining."

"There are still two hours before the celebration will begin. Students who have bought tickets, please enter the school gymnasium in advance."

"Students who haven't bought a ticket, don't be disappointed. The TV and projection equipment in each canteen, auditorium, and classroom will start the live broadcast of the celebration."

"Of course, you can also use computers, mobile phones and other devices to watch."

"Sa Beining will also be with you to watch this Kyushu festival!"

On the radio, another voice suddenly sounded: "Xiao Sa, hurry up, the scene is going to be blocked, if you can't catch up, I finally got the admission ticket"

"Grass!"

"Beep"

"Let's enjoy the music next."

"Fuck, what's the matter with broadcasting, it's too late!"

Footsteps and doors slammed over the radio.

Immediately, the students scolded their mothers in the campus.

"Day! Didn't it mean random selection!"

"Most of the people who went there belonged to the student union!"

"Shadow! There is shady!"

"The student union operates in secret! Return our admission tickets!"

The originally quiet campus immediately exploded.

The celebration was held in the Temple of War God, and it has been widely publicized for a week.

Kyoto University, which is close to the water, has also been allocated [-] places.

It seems small, but this is the result of the school's hard work.

It is said that in the black market, the tickets for the celebration have already sold for [-] million tickets, but there is still a price but no market!

Su Jinnian listened to the scolding voices coming from the dormitory building, looked up at the blue sky, and said to himself, "That's great."

She got up and put the unfinished coffee on the trash can.

When I met a female student who was hurrying past with a book in her arms, she said, "Hello, classmate."

The girl stopped and looked at her suspiciously.

Su Jinnian handed over his admission ticket, "For you."

The female student held the admission ticket and didn't realize it for a while. After a while, her eyes became brighter and brighter, "This, this"

When she came back to her senses, she turned around to look for it, and found that the woman in a white coat wearing gold-rimmed glasses had walked away with her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

The female student suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, swept a shared bicycle, slammed on the pedals, and rushed out of the school at full speed, heading towards the Temple of War.

South China Sea, a certain sea area.

Wang Hongbo lay on the railing, urging on his mobile phone.

"Hurry up hurry up!"

Zhao Jing, who was on a video call with him, said angrily, "Don't rush, there is still an hour to start!"

Wang Hongbo looked at the crowded heads behind his girlfriend, and said, "There are so many people, if you go late, you won't be able to get a good seat!"

Just after she finished speaking, Zhao Jing bumped into a middle-aged man with an ouch and apologized quickly.

"Little girl, pay attention to safety." The man said, turned around again, stood on tiptoe, looked at the front, and cursed, "What are you doing, no one cares about the traffic jam."

Someone next to him said: "There is no way, there are nearly 1000 million people in the capital city, plus people who came from other places, this city probably has more than 2000 million people."

"Ouch, my head!"

"Grass! Someone dares to fly with a sword!"

Soon, a net flew out, covering the returnee who was flying with Yujian, and dragged him down.

Wang Hongbo looked at the dense crowd in the video, and sighed, "Oh, I can't watch the live broadcast anymore, please don't go, it's too late because of the congestion."

Zhao Jing's eyes were red, and she was about to cry.

She was doing archaeological excavations in other places, and rushed back immediately after receiving the invitation letter, but the road was too congested, and people from all over the world were gathering in the capital.

The journey that can be reached in half a day took three days.

After finally entering the city of Kyoto, unexpectedly, the city is even more congested than the outside.

Seeing her like this, Wang Hongbo quickly comforted her.

But at this moment, the admission ticket tightly held in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and quickly grew in size.

Zhao Jing was startled, and subconsciously let go.

The admission ticket turned into a golden carpet and unfolded in front of Zhao Jing.

The people around were all surprised to see this scene.

Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, understood something, and stood up. The next moment, the golden blanket turned into an admission ticket carried her and flew into the air.

No capture net flew out, and no one from the Kyoto Police Department came to stop it.

Standing on the golden carpet, Zhao Jing flew towards the direction of the Temple of War with a steady tall building.

Around her, hundreds, thousands, and thousands of people stood on the golden carpet, converging into a golden torrent, converging in the same direction.

South China Sea.

Wang Hongbo stared straight at the phone, speechless in shock.

"Hong Bo! What are you doing here? The celebration is about to begin. Come to the meeting room to watch the live broadcast!"

On the edge of Jiangling City, a small fishing village.

At the canteen at the entrance of the village, several lonely old people who stayed behind in the village gathered together.

The shop owner knocked on the TV, and an unclear picture popped up.

"No way!"

"Are my eyes dazed?"

"I can't even see clearly."

The old men and women expressed their dissatisfaction.

An old lady in her 90s walked over tremblingly with a cane, "What are you looking at, so many people?"

An old man said, "The Yaozu is defeated, let's celebrate!"

Another granny said, "There is a new God of War."

"Are you going to fight a monster?" The old woman was immediately excited, and she dragged a stool and sat down beside her.

The owner of the canteen shouted at the kid upstairs, "Turn left!"

The kid bit the lollipop and twisted the antenna.

"You are right, let you go left!"

"Yes, turn it a little more, it's a lot more, come back a little!"

"Okay, it's clear, don't move, just keep it like this."

The little boy's hands were trembling, and his body was sweating, "Grandpa Zhang, I can't hold on anymore!"

The canteen owner said, "I'll give you another lollipop."

The little boy wondered, "But I don't have the energy in my hands."

"Add another packet of spicy strips."

"I can hold on again!"

The old men and women were watching the unclear live broadcast when they suddenly found a military vehicle parked on the road tens of meters away.

The road into the village is only more than one meter wide, and military vehicles cannot enter at all.

Three soldiers got out of the car and came to the entrance of the village along the path full of gravel and dust.

The leading officer came forward and asked, "Old man, is Shen Zhanpeng from your village?"

"Who?"

"What do you say?"

"Shen Sanpao?"

The old people's ears are not good enough to hear the officer's words clearly.

On the roof of the canteen, the barefooted little boy said, "Uncle Shen is from our village, but he went to war. I said he flew a fighter jet. No one believed me, and they said I was bragging."

"They said that Uncle Shen is lame, he can't even drive a car, and it's impossible to drive a fighter jet."

The officer was stunned, gritted his teeth, and asked, "The kid, do you know where his home is? We haven't been able to contact his family."

The little boy said, "His mother is dead, and his father is also dead. He has no relatives, and no one wants to marry him. Before leaving, he gave all the keys to his house to Granny Zhang who has no place to live."

The officer was stunned, feeling tightness in his chest, panicked in his heart, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

"Then" the officer's Adam's apple twitched, "Then do you know where his parents are buried?"

"I know!" The little boy quickly slid down the ladder, "I'll take you there."

After walking a few steps, he turned around and said to the owner of the canteen, "Grandpa Wu, I'll come back to show you the antenna after I take them there, a lollipop, and a packet of spicy sticks. You are not allowed to play tricks!"

The little boy turned around and said to the officer again, "The road is not easy to walk, don't you city people fall."

He led the three of them through the rugged mountain road, some of which were very steep, and they had to pull the weeds or branches on it to go up.

Walked for about ten minutes.

Came to a small hillside, two small graves, not far apart.

From here, you can see the sea.

The officer came to a graveyard, took a shovel, and plunged it into the ground.

He kept shoveling the ground, throwing shovel after shovelful of dirt to the side, and kept repeating this action, as if he didn't know what fatigue was.

The little boy looked at the box held by the soldier next to him, walked over gently, and asked, "Is Uncle Shen in there?"

The soldier gritted his teeth and nodded.

But he knew that it was just a gun used by the soldier named Shen Zhanpeng.

I heard that that person died in the Northern Expedition without even leaving his body.

"Uncle Shen said that people will die in war."

The little boy lowered his head and knelt beside the pit, holding out the soil inside.

The crimson star flag wrapped the urn without ashes, put it into the bottom of the pit, and then covered it with soil.

The sea breeze blew, and three cigarettes were erected on the new, small and short tomb.

The little boy took out a fighter plane made of wood from his pocket. He stood on tiptoe and placed it on the grave.

The officer and two soldiers stood in front of the new grave, snapped to attention, and saluted.

Because of the backlight, the little boy couldn't see their expressions clearly.

I only saw the clothes on them, which were exactly the same as the suit that Uncle Shen hid under the box.

After saluting, the three left in silence.

The little boy sat by the grave for a while, said something to himself, got up, patted his buttocks, and left.

But after walking a few steps, he turned around again, looked at the three small and short graves, and waved his hand, "Uncle Shen, goodbye."

The sea breeze blew past two old tombs and a new tomb. Under the sun, the wooden plane on the tomb was facing the wind, as if it was about to fly.

The little boy returned to the canteen and heard the voice on the black and white TV:

"Kyushu celebration, start now!"