“But, doesn’t it require one to go to a fixed location to hear the specific content of Tidal Text?” Jiang Mian opened his personal terminal and asked Lapers.
“I know the contents of every Tidal Book,” Rapos replied, including the one tucked into your cradle.
The light screen unfolded, and Lapers looked at the photo carefully, then opened his thin lips and let out a low whistle.
That is the ebb and flow of the ocean, the roar of the tides, the morning and evening, the rush of the sun and the moon. A thousand years have passed, and the mountains and rivers have not lost their color, and the stories passed down among them still have inexhaustible flowers to bloom.
Jiang Mian was completely mesmerized. He listened intently. He didn’t understand the mermaid’s language and writing, but there were some things in common, such as sincere emotions and Lapers’ gentle eyes.
"What is it about?" Jiang Mian asked softly.
Rapos replied: "It is a collection of stories."
"Story collection?" Jiang Mian came back to his senses and was a little dumbfounded. "What are these stories about?"
"From ancient times to the present, there are legends born from the union of strange beings and their companions," said Rapos. "The ruler of the icy sea carries his believers on his back; at the end of the ocean, there is a fierce god with a human face and a snake body, and his priests; and in the deepest part of the magma in the earth's core, there are magical horses swimming on four hooves, and the people who save them... and so on."
Rappers concluded: "The ancient legends, fables, what you call bedtime stories, are slate books."
Jiang Mian: “…what.”
Jiang Mian: "What?!"
Is that all? Just a bedtime story, just a legend, instead of recording some major events in the history of mermaids, the secrets of the tribe, or even other unspeakable secrets
Even though he knew that there was no high or low level in research, Jiang Mian felt a mixture of emotions when he thought about how Jiang Pingyang had been struggling with the stone tablet book for more than ten years without success. It was really complicated and indescribable.
Rapos asked confusedly, "What what?"
"No, I mean, what I mean is..." Jiang Mian's lips seemed to be knotted, "Then Ms. Hong looked serious after seeing the slate book, just because... This is the tidal text, can it be used by the royal family?"
"I think..." Rapos hesitated, a rare moment. "Yes?"
The male mermaid probed Jiang Mian's expression and said, "This is a primer specially made for newborn babies."
Your adoptive father had it because it was in your cradle. It is your writing, your book. Do you remember anything, Pearl
Jiang Mian sighed.
Forget it. When a person dies, it is like a light going out. Even if the stone tablet really records some profound and mysterious secrets, what use is it to Jiang Pingyang
Although the combination of the two words "swaddling clothes" and "enlightenment" brought a sense of familiarity to Jiang Mian, he did not delve into it. He just smiled bitterly and said, "You know, over the years, my adoptive father and the research institute have invested a lot of manpower and material resources to decipher the stone tablet book. But the more they tried, the less they could get it. The more they failed, the more they believed that the content of the stone tablet book must be something extremely important."
Rappers pouted at his partner, "Bedtime stories are important, too."