Just as Huang Hanwei and his family were busy preparing to welcome the arrival of the Spring Festival.

At this time, at No. 1, East Highland South Street, Fengtai, Beijing, an old man in his seventies was wearing a grass-green military uniform wrapped in a military coat. He had just walked out of it, and a young man followed behind him, and then he came to the bus stop not far away, where he was about to take the bus home.

The arrival of the old man made many people stop and say hello to the old man. The old man smiled and nodded at them one by one.

This scene is so ordinary and so natural, it is obviously not the first time such a thing has happened.

But if someone who understands his identity sees it, he will definitely be shocked to his chin.

Because this old man is the old man Qian who can reach the rise of the Chinese nation.

His life was magnificent, and his life was comparable to a legend. It was really touching that such a great scientist would travel in such a simple way.

And you should know that if it weren't for New Year's Eve today, he was kicked out of the laboratory by his colleagues and students, the old man might not have gone home at this time.

The reason for all this was the high-precision optical microscope that Huang Hanwei asked Zhang Qiang to send him more than a month ago.

Because of its appearance, Qian Lao's team made the molecular structure of many materials clearer before observing, which undoubtedly provided a considerable help to their research on new materials.

So when he received this microscope, Mr. Qian almost lived in the office and rarely went home.

It was only so many days today that he went back for the third time, but before Mr. Qian could get home, he was just standing at the door of his house and was already attracted by the singing from the phonograph at home.

In the vast sea of ​​people

Which one am I

In the rushing waves

Which one am I

In the army conquering the universe

That is me who is silently dedicated

In the long river of glorious career

That's me who will always rush

You don't need to know me

Don't want you to know me

I'll integrate youth into

Integrate into the rivers of the motherland

Shan knows me, Jianghe knows me

The motherland will not forget, I will not forget

Shan knows me, Jianghe knows me

The motherland will not forget, I will not forget

In the climbing team

Which one am I

Among the brilliant stars

Which one am I

On the journey to the universe

That's me who fights selflessly

In the galaxy of the Republic

That's me who always shines

You don't need to praise me

I don't want you to repay me

I'll blend the glory into it

The constellation that integrates into the motherland

Shan knows me, Jianghe knows me

The motherland will not forget, I will not forget

Shan knows me, Jianghe knows me

The motherland will not forget, I will not forget

Shan knows me, Jianghe knows me

The motherland will not forget, I will not forget

Will not forget me, will not forget me

And with the singing coming from inside, the faces of Mr. Qian's comrades who had fought side by side slowly appeared in front of him, and Mr. Qian's eyes gradually became wet.

In this way, Mr. Qian stood in front of his home for a whole song. When the song was over, Mr. Qian turned around and faced the northwest of the motherland, bowed deeply in that direction, and said softly, "Comrades, have you heard it! The people of the motherland have not forgotten us!"

At this time, Mr. Qian, who heard the movement outside the door, opened the door and walked out. When she saw her wife like this, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Old Qian, what's wrong with you!"

"I'm fine, I just heard the song you played in the house just now, and thought of those old comrades-in-arms!

By the way, who sang this song, we haven't heard it before!" Mr. Qian looked at his worried wife, held her hand, comforted her while entering the house, and then asked curiously who sang this song.

"The person who sang this song was Xiao Huang's wife of Xiangjiang. And I read it. The lyrics of this song were written by Xiao Huang, but I was very curious. How did he write such lyrics?

And let me tell you, Lao Qian, are you surprised? I saw the photo of Xiao Huang’s wife and found that Xiao Huang’s wife looked quite similar to me when I was young! I will show you later, and the scenery in the photo is also very beautiful, and it is also a place in our country!” Mr. Jiang told his wife the source of the songs, while sharing the fun she found.

"So it was written by Xiao Huang! Then I'm not surprised. Do you still remember when we first met Xiao Huang, he respected us very much and even talked to me about a lot of things before we returned to China.

But his wife looked very similar to you when you were young, so it shouldn't be possible!" Mr. Qian said with a smile when he heard his wife's words.

"Why don't you believe me? Wait for me to show you the photos!" When Mr. Jiang heard that his wife didn't believe it, he immediately let go of his hand and went in to find Zhao Yazhi's photo album.

Mr. Qian first put the briefcase in his hand back to his study room, locked the door, and then returned to the bedroom and took off his military coat.

When he came out, Mr. Jiang had already come over with Zhao Yazhi's photo album. Mr. Qian looked at his wife handing over the photo album and smiled at Mr. Jiang.

However, when Mr. Qian opened the photo album and saw Zhao Yazhi inside, he was stunned.

"My wife, let alone, Xiao Huang's wife looks very similar to you back then! Especially this one, it's exactly the same!" Mr. Qian came to his senses and said to Mr. Jiang.

"I just said it's very similar! When I saw it for the first time, I was stunned! But compared to this, the scenery here is really beautiful!" Mr. Jiang sat next to Mr. Qian, pointed to the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhaigou in the photo album, and said to Mr. Qian with a look of longing.

"My wife, if you like it, then when will I be busy? I will take you to see what's going on? Didn't you say this is the place of our country!"

"Aren't you busy? I think it's better to forget it. When you are not busy, I don't know when you will go! I have agreed with our daughter. When she has a fake, let her take me there! I'm afraid I won't see you in this life! If I don't tell you, I'll go to cook quickly, otherwise Xiaogang and the others will come over later and there will be no food!" Mr. Jiang heard his wife say that he would take her to see him when he is not busy. In response, Mr. Jiang directly criticized him and told him that he had already gone to find his daughter.

Although it was just such an unintentional sentence, it felt very uncomfortable to Mr. Qian. He knew that he owed his wife too much in his life, but when he saw that his wife just complained and did not blame him, and expressed his understanding, Mr. Qian laughed again.

He felt that he was really happy to have such a lover in his life who could understand and support him.
Chapter completed!