Introduction:
[Historical live broadcast + feelings of family and country + cute group pets + daily tear-jerking + no CP]
Three-year-old little dumpling Su Nuonuo, carrying a little yellow duck schoolbag from the museum, accidentally got lost while visiting.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the surroundings were not glass showcases, but the devastated ruins of 1937.
Overhead were roaring enemy planes, and in front of them were blood-stained flags.
The Tianxiang live broadcast system is launched, connecting hundreds of millions of modern netizens.
At first, netizens just wanted to buy gifts and take the child home.
Later, they watched a group of men covered in gunpowder smoke, using their rough hands to save the last mouthful of dry food and feed it to Nuo Nuo;
Watching Nuonuo use her young hands to wipe the blood from the face of the company commander who had lost his arm;
Looking at the broken flag, erected again and again in the flames of war.
Nuo Nuo doesn't understand war. She only knows: "Uncle, it hurts. Huhu, it won't hurt anymore."
The whole network burst into tears!
Thousands of netizens have transformed into "Cloud Parents" and sent supplies across time and space, just to protect this glimmer of light in troubled times.
This is not a cool novel, it is a watch across time and space, and a daily tragedy of ordinary heroes.
"Don't be afraid, Nuo Nuo, there is New China behind you!"
