It's too early to say. "
He smiled softly, with a particularly warm voice: "After 12 o'clock, you can formally say something to me. After 12 o'clock, it will be the beginning of the new year."
Qiao Jin nodded, she thought of the burial pits all over the country, and asked, "Have you had any dreams recently?"
Song Yanqing paused: "No."
"I'm talking about precognitive dreams."
Qiao Jin turned his head and glanced out the window.
Even though today is Chinese New Year, I don't know what's going on, but the moon outside the window is extraordinarily bright.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the winter land, adding a touch of emptiness and coldness to this New Year.
"I have a hunch that things will probably end soon after the year, and the things that bother me will end."
Song Yanqing turned her around, hugged her, and stroked her hair: "I believe, but I also believe that we will all be well. There will always be a moment when things end. At that time, things end incompletely. No matter what time, I will let it be completely over."
Even if he sacrifices everything, he will take good care of his Qiao Jin.
It was the same ten thousand years ago, and it is still the same now.
"I... actually have an idea, but it's incomplete."
Qiao Jin nestled in his arms, and the two simply sat down, turning into Qiao Jin leaning on Song Yanqing's arms and sitting on his lap.
She murmured: "The rule says that every grid point has consciousness. In the time grid point, it tells me that space is in a place I can't think of. I will never find it. Then I can deduce it the other way around. Actually It's always there where I can see it. But I can't see it, I can't touch it, so I can't find it."
Song Yanqing was a little dazed: "It can be explained like this, but the place we are in is space, maybe what it wants to express is this meaning, because it is everywhere, so you can't find it."
"That's not necessarily true. It's like time. It can't be touched or seen through. No one can grasp it. But with time, we can still find out where it is."
Qiao Jin looked up at Song Yanqing, thought for a while and said: "So the space must be somewhere I know, it has appeared, and it has been appearing all the time, but I can't catch it, and the four major points are all conscious, but Devouring is in my place. body, it never communicates with me, no matter how I call it, it will not communicate with me, I saw it ten thousand years ago and did not even abandon me who died once, I do not understand my value to it over there."
Song Yanqing thought for a while: "So..."
"The answer may be surprising, but one day it will surface."
"There is always a special reason for them to choose me. I am not special."
Qiao Jin could see clearly.
Song Yanqing also looked at Qiao Jin fixedly, his eyes were gentle and watery, but with some other deep emotions, after a long time, he patted Qiao Jin's head: "No matter what the reason is, there will always be an answer. It's the New Year, don't think too much, spend the New Year with me well."
Qiao Jin nodded: "Okay."
"Boom boom boom—"
Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door outside, and Mu Qilian's voice came in through a special channel: "Come down, we don't know how to play mahjong, we can fight landlords, we lack one, Qiao Jin, you and Yan Brother Qing, whoever is the next one, plays with sticky notes, whoever loves the grandson!"
Qiao Jin, Song Yanqing: "..."