Countdown: Humanity's struggle to survive against yesterday

"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, welcome to Shanghai! Welcome to Shanghai!"

Looking at the countless people on the street in front of him who were showing them genuine enthusiasm, Sun Fumin couldn't help but secretly wipe his eyes. As the first participant to know that Jiang Hua wanted to go to Shanghai, he knew better than anyone that this road would not be easy.

Actually, after participating for the second time, he wanted to back out, but when his father found out, he immediately picked up his cane and hit him with it.

In hindsight, Dad made the right choice.

At this moment, Sun Lingming felt as if his soul was floating. This was Shanghai, one of the most famous major cities in the country!

"If we go back, we'll brag about this for three years..."

Sun Chengwu appeared calm, simply placing a hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and smiling modestly.

But Jiang Yuan could feel him shaking him incessantly, clearly unable to hide his excitement.

Jiang Yuan turned to look at Sun Chengxian and saw him holding up his phone, his expression reserved as he video-chatted with a girl. The girl in the video was the same one who had asked him for his phone number earlier.

"Wow, Chengxian hyung, that's amazing! You're chatting so quickly!"

Jiang Yuan made a joke and turned to look at the auxiliary road leading off the highway.

On the auxiliary road, the riders who had come all the way from their hometown had their motorcycles parked neatly. Each of them was either standing, sitting, or holding their helmets, looking like they were posing for a photo, their faces beaming with joy.

Nan Shaofei, now hailed as the most stylish "yellow-haired" man on the internet, is quite narcissistic and often tosses his hair.

Jiang Yuan finally turned his gaze to the figure in front of him. The figure was not tall, only 1.69 meters, and with age, the body had shrunk, making it appear even thinner. However, the figure stood straight.

Jiang Yuan had no idea what his father was thinking at that moment, and he secretly guessed:

"I imagine they must be very happy!"

"I imagine he'll praise himself in front of his brother afterwards, since he was the one who came up with the idea."

"I just wonder what my brother will think?"

Jiang Yuan suddenly felt uneasy about this.

He has been very saddened by his sister-in-law's death, and even now he can't believe that such a sunny and cheerful woman could suffer from depression.

What's even more heartbreaking is that his sister-in-law's death was a huge blow to his brother. After burying her, he became a completely different person. He not only became taciturn, but also became depressed, and eventually disappeared altogether.

If my parents hadn't told me that my brother was still alive, I would have even wondered if he had committed suicide for love.

That's why Jiang Yuan sometimes feels that he's being very immature. His older brother has always loved him since he was a child, but he has never said a word of comfort to him.

The world is now regressing every day, entering an era of great regression. Jiang Yuan vaguely recalled that he hadn't felt any fear since he first learned about this.

On the contrary, it was a kind of inexplicable excitement.

My first thought was "sister-in-law".

"If Sister-in-law Lin Wei could be brought back to life, my brother would be so happy!"

Jiang Yuan recalled that this was a question he would think about every time the world rolled back.

I remember seeing my classmates laughing and joking every day, telling each other that if the world went backwards tomorrow, they would send love letters to so-and-so, while all I could think about was, "What's my brother doing right now?"

Finally, after overhearing Teacher Wang talking about her brother, she could no longer suppress her desire to find him.

Jiang Yuan stared at his father's back, his mind racing. "Should he just say, 'Brother, I'll wait for your wife with you'?"

"No, no!" Jiang Yuan quickly shook his head.

"Hey, Xiao Yuan, why is your face suddenly so red?"

"Ah! What...?"

Jiang Yuan hurriedly rubbed his face with his hands, and said guiltily, "No, I don't think so!"

"Hey, your face's even redder now, hahaha..." Sun Chengwu ruffled Jiang Yuan's hair vigorously. "What's wrong? Are you shy around so many people?"

"Uh... a little." Jiang Yuan smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, be bold, go find your dad! We brothers have decided not to go with you and Uncle Dahua to see Yuanzi."

As Sun Chengwu spoke, he gave Jiang Yuan a hard shove.

Jiang Yuan was pushed forward a few steps, then turned back, puzzled, and asked, "Brother Chengwu, why? It would be so much better if we went together!"

Sun Fumin looked back at the escort knights lined up neatly on the side road, jumped up and waved, then put his arm around Sun Lingmin beside him, strode up to Sun Chengwu, and said with a smile, "Go on! We have so many brothers behind us. We can't let people say that our Sanmiao Village doesn't know etiquette."

Jiang Yuan looked up, seemingly understanding but not quite. On the side road, many of his fellow villagers were smiling, posing, and greeting each other, their faces full of genuine smiles.

Jiang Yuan frowned, seemingly understanding but not quite. He stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes gradually hardened, as if he had figured something out.

Then, he quietly took a step back, bent his hands slightly, and was about to bend over when his wrists were suddenly gripped tightly by a large hand.

Jiang Yuan turned his head sharply and found that his father, Jiang Hua, had been standing beside him at some point. His rough hands were tightly gripping his wrist, and his eyes, though calm, were filled with undisguised satisfaction. He nodded gently to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan felt a warmth in his heart, returned his father's bright smile, nodded vigorously, and then quietly took half a step back to stand side by side with Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua slowly released his grip, and the father and son exchanged a glance. With perfect understanding, they simultaneously bowed deeply towards the side road, their posture respectful and sincere.

"Oh, no need, no need! Uncle Jiang, you're too kind!"

The escort riders, stretching for hundreds of meters along the auxiliary road, fell silent at first upon seeing this scene. Then they waved their hands vigorously, their voices rising and falling, filled with unease and emotion. Some even had tears in their eyes, repeatedly gesturing to the father and son that they didn't need to be so polite.

Jiang Hua and his son straightened up and waved vigorously to the crowd on the side road, their faces bearing gentle smiles. The knights and villagers on the side road also waved back in response.

Cheers and applause mingled together, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, the father and son slowly turned around and faced the tens of thousands of people who were crowding the streets of Shanghai and eagerly waiting. Without the slightest hesitation, they each bowed deeply in the left, center, and right directions respectively.

This scene instantly ignited the atmosphere, and thunderous applause resounded throughout the street, lasting for a long time.

Many people couldn't help but tear up, quietly wiping away their tears, feeling both warm and moved.

After thanking all the Shanghai residents who greeted them, the two slowly turned towards the media reporters. This time, the father and son bowed more deeply and stayed for a longer period of about ten seconds to express their gratitude to all netizens for their attention and goodwill.

This scene moved everyone even more, and the applause continued.