Even though the cold current raged and the snow fluttered, Lin Xian still felt a warm current passing through his palm and seeping into his hand.

It ran down his back, along his arm, and spread all over his body, warming him.

His staunch atheism seemed to waver for a moment—

[Perhaps there is no God, no deities in this world, but maybe... there really are angels?]

Just like the person in front of him, closing her eyes and praying piously, surrounded by swirling snowflakes, like feathers scattered from angel wings, isolating the top of the Empire State Building from the world.

"Hehe."

Smiling, she raised her head and slowly opened her eyes.

"Whether this wish comes true or not, I've given you this opportunity that I've guarded for more than ten years. I believe you can become the savior!"

The swirling snowflakes around them also lost their strength at this moment. The airflow became gentle.

White snow fell lightly, dyeing the world with a layer of pure white, a layer of simplicity.

"It definitely will," Lin Xian said seriously.

It definitely will.

He thought to himself.

Wasn't this the promise he had made to many people?

Even if there was no God to receive the wish, he accepted it. He was already Aladdin's lamp, so he would make the wish come true!

"Ah-choo!"

She sneezed, let go of Lin Xian's hand, and rubbed her nose.

"It seems this season really isn't suitable for wearing a dress. It's still too cold."

"Yeah."

Lin Xian smiled slightly and flicked the snowflakes off his head.

"Then let's go back first. Tomorrow morning—no, today morning—we'll go to the shops in Manhattan to buy you some clothes."

"The shops here in Manhattan are definitely more upscale than those in Brooklyn, and there are many styles of clothes. You can buy whatever you like."

"It's going to get colder later tonight. Let's leave here," she said.

Lin Xian turned around and led her back inside the Empire State Building.

They didn't go directly back to the ground floor, but instead got out of the elevator on a middle floor and came to the Empire State Building Hotel.

The Empire State Building is 102 stories high and is currently the tallest and largest building in the world in 1952. It includes hotels, restaurants, clubs, offices, conference halls, and many other facilities... So Lin Xian and didn't need to look for accommodation outside, they could just stay here.

Don't worry about the money. The Coney Island gangsters had already paid for them. That suitcase of American dollars was a huge sum in this era. If they didn't buy a house or a car, it would still be quite difficult to spend it quickly.

Lin Xian chose a suite with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a toilet, which made things a little easier for .

When they were short of money before, squeezing into one room was a last resort. Now that they had money, of course, they had to take care of 's feelings.

Click.

Lin Xian opened the door and pressed the light switch.

Instantly, the crystal chandelier in the suite's large living room lit up, the record player in the indoor bar started playing music automatically, and the red carpet at the entrance was spotless.

widened her eyes.

"It's like a castle."

Lin Xian shook his head.

"It's not quite a castle, but..."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the living room and looked down at the colorful night view of Manhattan. "If you were to say this is the tallest hotel on Earth, there's definitely no argument."

went straight to the long, large sofa, hugged a pillow, lay down, and rolled around.

"Oh my, I never thought I would be able to stay in such a gorgeous hotel one day! No, no... It costs several cents a second, so I can't waste it like this." She quickly got up and started scanning everything in the room, eventually setting her sights on the drinks and snacks in the bar, and trotted over.

"Lin Xian! There's cream cake! And juice! But no cola?"

"Uh..."

Lin Xian scratched his head.

"Maybe this kind of hotel assumes that cola isn't very healthy, so they didn't prepare it. I'll go find some for you."

In the end, Lin Xian found cola in the bar fridge, and was completely satisfied.

The two of them sat around the bar, listening to the soothing music from the record player, gobbling down the cream cakes, and then raised their drink glasses.

"Hehe, cheers!"

"Cheers." The two glasses clinked.

Gulping down the cola, Lin Xian also drank the fresh juice in his glass in one gulp.

Ah...

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Refreshing.

Counting carefully, it had been almost two days since he traveled to 1952.

He arrived on the morning of October 28th, and now it was the early morning of October 30th. Lin Xian had been eating irregularly until now, and he was finally able to eat some " delicacies," so he didn't care about anything else.

Anyway, he and were close friends who had gone through thick and thin together, so there was nothing to be reserved about. The two of them devoured the snacks in large bites and then asked the kitchen to send some roasted meat, roasted chicken, and the like, clearing everything away.

Until the two of them burped and couldn't eat any more.

lay on the sofa and sighed.

" This is the most satisfying meal I've ever had... Even in my dreams, I wouldn't have dared to dream of such delicious things."

"Me too," Lin Xian wholeheartedly agreed.

"Indeed, whether a dish is delicious or not doesn't depend on the chef's skills, but on how long the diner has been hungry."

Actually, if you really wanted to say how delicious the hotel's roasted meat and roasted chicken were, Lin Xian felt that they were far from Chinese food.

And there were no soups or thin porridge to drink, which made Lin Xian, who liked to drink soup, very uncomfortable, so he could only make do with drinks and juice.

No wonder the obesity rate in the US is so high. With this kind of diet, it would be a miracle not to be fat.

However, it was like a welcome rain after a long drought.

After being a starving ghost for two days, even if Lin Xian was given a plate of turkey that tasted like chewing wood, he could still eat it.

He had been running around all day today and was physically and mentally exhausted.

was already starting to yawn.

The two of them went to their respective rooms to wash up, then said good night to each other and closed their doors. Lin Xian took a comfortable hot shower. He lay on the bed and looked at the clock on the wall. The time showed 03:24.

The US during daylight saving time was exactly 12 hours behind China, so converted to Chinese time, it was 15:24 in the afternoon, his dream time.

It was a pity that after traveling to 1952, he not only didn't have the characteristics of a time traveler, but he had also lost the ability to dream.

"Tonight, I'll try again."

The rigor of scientific experiments couldn't be based on just one night's results.

He wrapped himself in the blanket.

Turned off the bedside lamp.

Closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Knock knock knock.

A knock on the door.

Lin Xian opened his eyes and immediately got up.

He found that he was still in the suite's bedroom and nothing around him had changed. He looked up at the clock and the time showed 09:21.

"Sure enough, I really have lost the ability to dream, and even a knock on the door can wake me up, which means I'm no longer in a deep sleep state. I've completely become a normal person." Then, he looked at the door.

"c?"

"It's me."

called from outside the door.

"Lin Xian, wake up! The waiter has brought breakfast."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Xian responded, got up to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then walked out of the room, looking at wearing pajamas.

The pajamas were provided by the hotel.

After all, she only had one wedding dress, so she couldn't wear it all the time, right? It was a high-end hotel, so they naturally did their best to serve high-end customers. Last night, the hotel staff specially bought pajamas and everyday clothes for her so she could go out today.

He came to the dining table and looked at the "lavish breakfast" laid out on it: cream of corn soup, milk, sandwiches, bacon, salad. Lin Xian suddenly missed millet porridge, soy milk, and small steamed buns. Do these Americans eat these things every day? Won't they get internal heat?

"Forget it."

He didn't care about so much now.

Perhaps he could find a Chinese restaurant and eat some traditional Chinese food when he went out to play with today. It didn't have to be that delicious. He would be satisfied with a bowl of noodles, a bowl of noodle soup, or scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

was very polite.

She didn't start eating until Lin Xian sat down, but she had already turned on the black and white television next to her to watch the news.

The news was talking about some international situations. Lin Xian ate his sandwich while listening.

The main topic was the [US-Soviet Cold War], which sounded tense.

After World War II, the United States and the Soviet Union began a Cold War that lasted for decades. Although there were no hot wars, the actions on both sides were quite significant.

During these decades, the arms race, the technology race, and the space race were in full swing.

At least from a technological perspective, the Cold War was the most rapid stage of human technological development.

Electronic computers, integrated circuits, chips, the internet, satellites, manned spaceflight, spaceplanes, new generation fighters, moon landings, mobile communications, global navigation, and so on and so forth.

It's hard to say how many more years it would have taken for humanity to enjoy these cutting-edge technologies without these decades of the Cold War and the costly investments of the US and the Soviet Union. This could be considered an unexpected gain for human civilization.

From the news anchor's expression on television, it wasn't hard to tell that in this era, not long after the end of World War II, people's nerves were still highly tense, as if Soviet nuclear bombs would be dropped tomorrow.

As a future witness and historical observer, Lin Xian, of course, knew that this Cold War never broke out into an actual war, not a single bullet was fired.

The only two crises were the Cuban Missile Crisis and a certain nuclear submarine crisis, but everything else until the end of the Cold War was a close call.

Of course.

This was hindsight.

The natives of 1952 didn't think that way at all. Now, air raid shelters and nuclear defense facilities were being built everywhere in the United States. There were even advertisements for family-sized underground air raid shelters on billboards in Brooklyn Heights, all to prevent a possible nuclear war at any moment.

"Is there going to be another war?"

Eating her sandwich and watching the news on television, frowned with concern.

Lin Xian thought for a moment.

Indeed, he hadn't realized before that the original Qiannian Zhuang was born in 1932, so she was also a complete witness to World War II.

Perhaps the concepts of war and sacrifice had a deeper meaning in her eyes.

"No, there won't be."

Lin Xian swallowed the last bite of bread and drank some milk.

"Don't worry, there won't be a war."

"But..."

pointed to the black and white television.

"The people on TV aren't saying that. They're saying the situation is very dangerous, and experts are saying that the Soviets already have nuclear submarines."

Lin Xian chuckled.

"How is that possible? The world's first nuclear submarine, the Nautilus, was built by the United States, and it's still a long way from being completed."

"Oh dear, you really don't need to be nervous. Just trust me. This Cold War won't break out, it definitely won't break out. Although there have been several crises and misunderstandings that almost led to war, it really didn't happen."

Lin Xian felt like his tongue was twisting.

"It's best if it doesn't break out."

sighed and slowly said.

"I'm still very afraid of war. The grandma at the orphanage, her family members all died in World War I. During World War II, there were news of many people dying every day."

"I still hope that the world will always be peaceful, and everyone can live safely and happily. It doesn't matter if we eat well or can wear warm clothes, but at least everyone is alive and doesn't have to endure the sadness of losing loved ones."

Lin Xian looked at and didn't say anything.

It seems...

The people of this era are heavily traumatized by war.

Even a child like this who has never been on the battlefield and has never really participated in a war will still have psychological shadows.

Lin Xian wouldn't say anything more about this.

He lived in a peaceful era, in a prosperous country, and had not experienced war or the tense emotions, so he naturally couldn't empathize with 's feelings. Therefore, he shouldn't stand from a frivolous perspective and say "advice to be magnanimous."

He drank the last of his milk and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go shopping in Manhattan. We're just small characters, so we can't interfere with what the outside world is like or whether there's going to be a war."

"And... even if there really is a war, don't worry, Manhattan is the safest place in the United States. Have you heard of the [Manhattan Project]?"

shook her head.

"I don't know."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Xian really thought that the legendary orphanage grandma was omniscient and omnipotent, like an encyclopedia, and could tell her anything.

But now it seems... the knowledge taught by grandma was also selective, more humane than rational.

"The Manhattan Project was the project to build the atomic bomb," Lin Xian explained simply.

"You know what an atomic bomb is, right? You definitely know that. The news has been repeatedly mentioning the atomic bomb just now. This era is most afraid of this kind of weapon that can destroy an entire city."

"The Manhattan Project used to be the top secret of the United States. I don't know if it's been declassified now, but just listen to me. Many great physicists participated in this project, like Oppenheimer, Edward Teller, John von Neumann, Enrico Fermi, they were all involved."

"Of course, there was also Albert Einstein, who wasn't on the list, but was the core of everything."

Instantly.

widened her eyes and put down her knife and fork.

She stood up with a whoosh, came to the coffee table, and picked up the newly delivered *New York Daily*.

Then she walked to Lin Xian's side.

Pointing to the photo of the famous frizzy-haired physicist on the front page of the newspaper, she asked, "Is this the Einstein?"

"Yes."

Lin Xian nodded.

"That's him." Then he smiled.

"You've never been to school, but you can still recognize Einstein. Did the orphanage grandma teach you that? Or have you already seen this newspaper?"

"No."

shook her head, looked at the photo of Einstein on the newspaper again, and turned back to look at Lin Xian.

"I've seen him in Brooklyn!"