With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The sky was still barely light. Jiang Zhiyu picked up the canvas bag she had packed the night before, which contained only a few changes of clothes and toiletries—the truly important supplies had long been stored away in her spatial storage.

After much deliberation, she still took out two bottles of spiritual spring water. She didn't lack anything, and even used it for bathing, but she feared giving it to others would cause endless trouble. She hated trouble more than anything.

But during her stay at the military region, both Division Commander Li and Song Yanzhou treated her well, especially Song Yanzhou, who was considerate in everything from picking her up ashore to handling the formalities. She had to remember this kindness. Leaving two bottles of spiritual spring water might save his life in a critical moment.

"Consider it a thank you gift." Jiang Zhiyu put the water bottle into her bag and gently closed the door.

As she approached the guesthouse entrance, she saw a familiar figure standing in the dim light. Song Yanzhou, wearing a military overcoat and clutching a military green backpack, immediately greeted her upon seeing her emerge: "I guessed you were about to set off, so I'll go to the station with you."

His hair was speckled with white frost, clearly indicating he had been waiting for quite some time. Jiang Zhiyu's heart stirred slightly. She took a bottle of spiritual spring water from her bag and handed it to him, her tone unusually solemn: "Take this."

Song Yanzhou looked down at the clear water in the glass bottle, somewhat puzzled: "What's this?"

"This isn't ordinary water. It's brewed using a special method with thousand-year-old ginseng and some precious medicinal herbs," Jiang Zhiyu said, looking into his eyes and enunciating each word clearly. "Don't use it unless absolutely necessary and your life is in danger. This is for your survival. Also, if you use it and someone asks where it came from, you should know what to say. I don't need to teach you, right?"

Song Yanzhou was stunned. He had seen her wariness and aloofness before, and he had seen her focus when facing delicious food, but he had never seen her with such a serious expression. The earnestness in her eyes seemed genuine, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the bottle: "...Okay, I understand."

"There's one more bottle. Please give it to Commander Li." Jiang Zhiyu was about to take another bottle when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Commander Li's voice was hurried. Beside him was a woman carrying a blue cloth bundle. "This is my wife, you can call her Aunt Li. I heard you were leaving today, so she made some pancakes last night and has been keeping them warm in the pan for you to have on the road."

Aunt Li smiled and stepped forward, stuffing the package into Jiang Zhiyu's hands, saying gently, "It's not easy for a young lady like you to be away from home. These things aren't worth much, so don't be offended."

The package was heavy, and the aroma of scallions and sesame seeds could be smelled even through the cloth. Jiang Zhiyu quickly took out another bottle of spiritual spring water from the bag and handed it to Aunt Li: "Auntie, please take this. It's the same as the one Battalion Commander Song has. It can save your life in a critical moment. Remember, don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

Commander Li and Aunt Li exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. But seeing that Jiang Zhiyu's expression was serious, Commander Li took the bottle and nodded solemnly: "Okay, we've got it. If you encounter any difficulties in the Northeast, don't try to tough it out; send us a telegram immediately."

"Thank you, Commander Li, thank you, Auntie." Jiang Zhiyu hugged the package to her arms, feeling a warmth in her heart. She could always feel genuine affection in this world, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Song Yanzhou picked up her canvas bag, took the package from Aunt Li, and strode towards the jeep parked by the roadside: "Let's go straight to the station."

Jiang Zhiyu said goodbye to Commander Li and his wife, got into the car, and waved goodbye to them again. Perhaps the scallion pancakes she had just eaten were too warm, making her feel a little reluctant to leave.

They drove in silence, the only sound in the car being their breathing. Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the car window, watching the sky gradually brighten outside. The street scenes of Shanghai slowly became clear in the morning light, but it inexplicably reminded her of the ruins she had seen during the apocalypse—the same silence, but one carried the hope of life, while the other was nothing but the silence of death.

The train station was more bustling than she had imagined. Passengers carrying luggage, vendors hawking their wares, and uniformed train attendants were all crammed together, and the air was filled with the aroma of food. Song Yanzhou led her through the crowd with practiced ease and directly onto the platform.

"This is the carriage, the sleeper berth is at the very end." Song Yanzhou helped her carry her luggage to the compartment door, then took out a military water bottle from his backpack. "This has hot water in it, I just filled it up, you can drink it on the way. And this..." He took out an oil paper package, "Old Zhao grilled some dried meat for you, it keeps well, eat some if you get hungry."

As Jiang Zhiyu watched him pull things out like a magician, a strange mix of emotions welled up inside her again. She took the water bottle and dried meat, and whispered, "Thank you, Battalion Commander Song."

"Just call me Song Yanzhou." He scratched his head, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said, "When you get to the Northeast, be careful to keep warm. It's much colder in Kaoshantun than in Shanghai. If you need anything... you can really contact the Armed Forces Department, they will contact me."

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu nodded and pushed open the door to the private room.

This was the first stop, and she was the only one in the compartment for the time being. The lower bunk was neatly made up, with faded white sheets. Song Yanzhou helped her stuff her luggage under the bed and checked the window latches again, as if afraid of forgetting something: "The train is about to leave, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Um."

He turned and walked out, but stopped at the door, glanced back at her, and then gently closed the door.

Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down when she remembered the package Aunt Li had given her. She quickly opened it—inside were five neatly arranged golden scallion and egg pancakes, crispy at the edges and still steaming slightly; a bag of hard-boiled eggs, a full ten in total, was packed in a mesh bag; next to them were two small glass jars, one containing pickled cucumbers and the other containing meat sauce, their bright colors making them look very appetizing.

"This smells so good!" Jiang Zhiyu picked up a pancake and took a big bite. The aroma of the dough mixed with the fragrance of scallions and eggs spread in her mouth, and the bottom of the pancake was slightly crispy, becoming more and more fragrant with each chew. She then peeled a hard-boiled egg and ate it with pickled cucumbers, taking a bite of pancake and a bite of egg, her mouth dripping with oil.

Just as she was enjoying her meal, she heard the whistle of a train starting up outside the window. Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously looked up and peered out the window—Song Yanzhou was still standing on the platform, looking at her compartment.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Zhiyu's face flushed red. He must have seen her wolfing down her food!

Song Yanzhou seemed surprised that she would suddenly look up. A smile flashed in his eyes, and he then raised his hand and waved to her.

Jiang Zhiyu was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She hurriedly drew the curtains, her heart pounding wildly.

[Host, you're blushing!] 0047 stirred in his mind, [Commander Song's gaze towards you seems a little different~]

"Shut up." Jiang Zhiyu touched her burning cheeks, picked up the pancake and took a big bite, trying to hide her panic.

Outside the curtains, the train slowly pulled away from the platform. Song Yanzhou stood there, watching the green carriage recede into the distance, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. He had seen it clearly just now: the little girl was sitting on her berth, holding a pancake in her hand, her cheeks bulging like a little squirrel that had stolen some food, her eyes sparkling. Where was her usual aloofness and indifference?

It turns out she has such a vibrant side.

Song Yanzhou touched the bottle of spiritual spring water in his pocket, feeling the coolness of the glass bottle on his fingertips. He turned to walk back, but a strange sense of anticipation welled up inside him.

Northeast Kaoshantun… He murmured the name of the place, quickening his pace. Their mission location wasn't far from there; perhaps they would see each other again soon.

On the train, Jiang Zhiyu finally calmed down. Leaning against her berth, she watched the scenery rushing past the window, feeling a mix of trepidation and anticipation.