Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 150 Wang Tianfeng travels to the modern era 9

"Uncle, since you have come to the modern world, how can you not have your own mobile phone?" Chu Hua smiled and pointed towards the mobile phone store not far away.

Wang Tianfeng's face showed confusion, "Cellphone? What is that?"

"Oh, there's no point in telling your uncle that. Let's just go in and experience it!"

After Chu Huan finished speaking, she pulled his hand and rushed to the mobile phone store. Wang Tianfeng had no choice but to follow her.

Wang Tianfeng was attracted by the dazzling array of mobile phones in the store. He felt these high-tech products were both novel and complicated, but under Chu Huan's slightly excited eyes, he suppressed his uneasiness and slowly explored these gadgets that dazzled him.

"This is the latest model of smart phone. Look how clear the screen is and its functions are very powerful." Chu Huan said as she showed it to Wang Tianfeng.

Her fingers slid lightly across the screen, and photos, music, games... a series of functions were quickly displayed. Wang Tianfeng truly felt that this world was so wonderful.

“Can I chat with people anytime and anywhere?” Wang Tianfeng tried to summarize the functions of a mobile phone.

"Yes, yes, that's very clever, uncle! As long as you have this, you can quickly integrate into this era."

Chu Hua blinked her big eyes and taught Wang Tianfeng seriously how to use the camera function of his mobile phone.

"Uncle, look at this small lens, then press this button, click, and capture the beautiful moment!" She made a "yeah" gesture to him with her mobile phone.

Wang Tianfeng imitated it somewhat clumsily, but was always too stiff in front of the camera.

Chu Hua couldn't help but chuckle, "Uncle, look at me and smile!"

"Laugh?" Wang Tianfeng hesitated and gave a slightly stiff smile.

There was photography technology in Wang Tianfeng's era, and his adjutant Guo Qiyu was also a photographer.

The place where they met was a photo studio. Thinking of this, Wang Tianfeng began to feel melancholy again.

Wang Tianfeng's hands stiffened slightly, and his thoughts drifted back to that war-torn era.

His comrades, those who once marched together through the hail of bullets, can now only linger in his memory.

Guo Qiyu, the adjutant who had always followed him, trusted him the most.

But in the end he killed him himself for the death spy plan...

Chu Hua grabbed Wang Tianfeng's hand and pulled him back to reality from the vortex of memories. In the sunlight, his and Chu Hua's smiling faces were projected on the mobile phone screen. Wang Tianfeng was distracted for a moment.

In this day and age, the rapid development of science and technology has brought countless conveniences, but it has also made him lose the simplicity and tranquility of that era.

Chu Huan noticed that Wang Tianfeng was in a bad mood and the phone in his hand was heavy. She gently shook his wrist with a gentle but firm look.

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Her voice was like a clear spring, gently creating ripples in Wang Tianfeng's frozen silence.

Wang Tianfeng slowly raised his head and looked into Chu Hua's bright eyes. He took a deep breath, as if to suck out all the complicated emotions.

"I was just, kind of absent-minded," he said vaguely, but the storm in his eyes hadn't completely subsided.

Chu Huan did not intend to let it go. She knew that Wang Tianfeng had too many heavy things in his heart. The past years were like flying ashes flying in the sky, and she wanted to help him brush them away one by one.

She hushed softly and pulled him to a bench by the roadside. "Uncle, let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly, okay?"

The two sat down, and in the quiet afternoon under the sun, the few bird calls seemed particularly beautiful.

Chu Hua looked at Wang Tianfeng with big eyes and asked softly, "You are always so silent. Do you miss that war-torn world?"

Wang Tianfeng nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his eyes.

"That era gave me so much, but also took away so much from me. My comrades, my mission... Sometimes, I really can't tell the difference between the present and the past."

Chu Huan held his hand, the crystal sweat on her wrist reflected the sunlight, warm and moist.

"Uncle, that world is gone, and you are with me now. Although time is passing, history will not be buried, and we will all remember that era." Chu Hua smiled slightly, trying to dispel the frown on his brow.

Wang Tianfeng's shoulders trembled slightly, and he felt a warm current gradually spreading in his heart.

He looked at Chu Hua's face carefully. In this girl, he saw the light and hope that he could not touch in the past. She was like a messenger of time, leading him to a brand new future.

Wang Tianfeng sat on the bench, the sun shone obliquely on them, he closed his eyes, feeling the warmth from another world. Chu Hua's existence was like a beam of light, penetrating his heart shrouded by the shadow of war.

"Uncle, how do you feel here? Is there anything you are not used to?"

Chu Huan lowered her head slightly, tidied her hair that was messed up by the wind, and asked softly.

Wang Tianfeng opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and recalled the confusion he felt when he first arrived in this new world.

Now, with Chu Hua's company, he has felt that this world also has warmth and beauty.

"I was a little confused before, but with you here, I'm not so panicked." He looked at Chu Huan, his eyes full of tenderness.

Chu Hua smiled brightly, but her heart was firm. She was determined to let this man who had been burdened with a heavy history feel the beauty of this era.

"Uncle, we will slowly adapt to life here. I'm here to help you integrate into this era."

The afternoon time always passes quickly in the sunshine and the sound of laughter. Soon, the light on the street gradually softens, becoming slanted and short, reminding us that sunset is approaching.

"Uncle, why don't we go to a nearby restaurant and have dinner and chat while we eat, how about that?" Chu Hua suggested.

Wang Tianfeng nodded in agreement, and Chu Huan stood up and reached out to support him.

Wang Tianfeng did not dodge, but took Chu Huan's hand. Her hand was warm and soft, and he couldn't help but hold it tighter.

I walked into an elegant restaurant, where soft lighting and melodious music created a warm dining atmosphere.

The waiter came over with a menu, "What would you like to eat?"

Wang Tianfeng handed the menu to Chu Hua and said with a generous smile: "I am not very familiar with the current social life, you come."

Chu Hua ordered a few signature dishes, asked Wang Tianfeng about his taste preferences, and told the waiter, "Please give us a pot of chrysanthemum tea."

While waiting for the food to be served, they chatted quietly, talking about everything from the vicissitudes of history to their aspirations for the future.