Qingyun and Wensu slept for 500 years. When they woke up, they found that they had gone directly from the war-damaged earth to another galaxy. The distance from the earth was further than the distance between them and the thinking patterns of interstellar people.
... What's going on? I'm a member of Yuanmou? Or is it the kind recorded in history books?
Fortunately, the language has not changed. Isn't it a hot topic among the people? Isn't it just being watched? Isn't it just a national treasure? Isn't it just...? ! ! !
Wait, stop building the statue, don't force me to blow it up!
Help, let me go to the battlefield and fight!
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Starman: Wow, Admiral Qingyun and Lieutenant General Wensu still want to contribute to us, we must compensate them well!
The ideas are spread out, without premise or outline, purely because the memo cannot fit in it.
So there is no copywriting. (Now it has it, scrawled
Anyway, don't look.
I am really afraid of society. It is my greatest courage not to write in the memo, so I never read the comments. If you really find this article, just ignore it.
Purpose: It's interesting to write down what you dream about.