This star once ignited itself in the most difficult time, illuminated the barren desert, and also illuminated the way forward for this country.

But now, his fuel has gradually burned out.

This is the fate of the stars. Chen Nian should not be too sad.

Even for a long time, even though he knew that his research had many intersections with that of this old man, he chose to deliberately ignore and avoid it.

However, when he heard the name from Chen Guo's mouth, he suddenly realized that maybe some things were destined to be his responsibility.

Could it be that everything I have done is just for progress and the future?

Actually no.

At the same time, it is also an explanation of history.

As our predecessors have braved many obstacles and carved out a path, we have the obligation to let them know that this path has not become narrower and narrower.

On the contrary, it is getting wider and brighter day by day.

If this were not the case, how could people like us who were still walking on the road have the face to face those martyrs who had already buried their bones beside the road?

Thinking of this, Chen Nian's eyes gradually became clear.

He strode to follow the staff walking in front, and after a series of sterile treatments, he finally walked into the bedroom and saw the old man on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Qian, Chen Nian is here to see you."

The staff member raised his voice and shouted.

The old man on the hospital bed lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to see clearly who was coming at the door. The nurse who was looking after him quickly helped him adjust the angle of the hospital bed so that he could see Chen Nian without any effort.

"Chen Nian. Who is it?"

Qian Lao said vaguely.

The staff wanted to answer, but the next second, Mr. Qian's voice suddenly rose.

"Oh! Great scientist Chen Nian! You are here!"

The corners of Chen Nian's eyes were a little moist. He walked forward, sat down on the stool that had been prepared, and said:

"Mr. Qian, I'm here to see you!"

Hearing his words, Mr. Qian showed a smile on his face.

He looked Chen Nian up and down, and then asked:

"Great scientist, you're here, why don't you bring something? They said you took out the Dongfeng missile? Where is the missile? I didn't see it."

Chen Nian shook his head, smiled, and replied:

"Mr. Qian, we can't bring the missiles here."

"The next time I come to see you, I will bring you the missile model."

“What’s so good about the model?”

Mr. Qian pursed his lips and continued:

"I'm just kidding you. How can you see someone carrying a missile? Do you really think I have dementia?"

"You don't need to bring anything. I'm just happy to see you."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qian took a few breaths. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to hold Chen Nian's hand.

Chen Nian hurried forward and immediately felt the strength of this old man who was clearly in his twilight years.

Qian Lao stroked Chen Nian's palm and said with some emotion:

"This is the kind of hand that does scientific research. The skin is so smooth. It looks like it doesn't have to do heavy work."

"Compared to our time, your conditions are much better now."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

Yes, the current conditions, for the generation older than Qian, are so good that I don’t know where they are.

What is the scene like in the desert of Lop Nur?

The wind and sand filled the sky, making it difficult to open my eyes.

The temperature difference between day and night is horrifyingly large. It’s like being scorched by a furnace during the day, and like falling into an ice cave at night.

Even more difficult is the problem of food and water.

The country was newly established, with many wastes waiting to be renovated, and no one had enough to eat. In the most difficult times, even a sip of wild vegetable soup had to be given priority to scientific researchers.

But those ordinary soldiers drank bitter and salty saline water, leaving precious fresh water for the cement needed for infrastructure.

It was under these conditions that the group of scientists at that time, including Mr. Qian, forcibly created the most terrifying, most ferocious, and most deterrent thing in the world on that barren and barren desert.

weapons.

None of their hands is not covered with calluses, and none of their faces is not weather-beaten. If they were thrown into the crowd, perhaps except for the thick glasses in front of their eyes, they would be no different from hard-working workers and farmers.

——

Even more haggard.

Thinking of this, Chen Nian said with shame:

"I am indeed more theoretical now, and I rarely go to the scene."

Hearing his words, Mr. Qian stared.

"A person who engages in theory is also a great scientist!"

"You don't have to go to the scene, as long as you can solve the problem, you are a good comrade!"

"Look, you solved the problem that I didn't solve!"

“Dongfeng 17 is very good!”

"I'm not criticizing you when I say this, Chen Nian, I'm not criticizing you."

Mr. Qian's eyes gradually became confused and his eyelids drooped.

He seemed to have forgotten what he had said, but just when everyone thought he was going to sleep, he suddenly shouted:

"Their aircraft carrier is useless!"

He held Chen Nian's hand tightly and said word by word:

"You're fine."

"I am a great scientist, and you, Chen Nian, are also a great scientist."

"I solved the problems in the sky, and you solved the problems in the sea."

"Your contribution is at least as great as mine!"

"When you have time, you can move to my place! I have a lot to say to you."

"You say it and I listen."

Chen Nian sat up straight and signaled the nurse beside him to lower the bed. Mr. Qian spat out a few words intermittently. After his breathing gradually stabilized, he continued:

"In this country of ours, things never go well."

"When the People's Republic of China was first founded, they threatened us with their air force."

"In the Northern Dynasties, we beat them until they fled, thinking that it was over. But in the end, they threatened us with atomic bombs again."

"We have no choice but to build an atomic bomb."

"The desert is so difficult."

"Big Brother doesn't care about us. Outsiders laugh at us and say, we want to ride bicycles to the moon."

"They didn't expect us to go up!"

"After the atomic bomb was launched, we lived a peaceful life for a few years, but now, reconnaissance planes are coming again, spy satellites are coming again, and aircraft carriers are coming again."

"Being behind, always falling behind, always being bullied."

"I don't know when it will be over."

Having said this, Mr. Qian turned around slightly, looked at Chen Nian, and said word by word:

"What I fear most is the aircraft carrier."

"Chen Nian, I'm a rocket developer, I don't understand aircraft carriers."

"I don't understand it, how can I beat it?"

"I'm so anxious. I can't wait to use rockets to hit the aircraft carrier."

"But how to fight?"

"It's difficult."

"I'm old too, and I hope every day that someone can solve the aircraft carrier problem."

"In total, I have been looking forward to it for 20 years."
To be continued...