Gently stroking He Wu's back with his hand, Qin Guanglin didn't make a sound, allowing her to vent her emotions.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if he put himself in that position.
When he thought of why he might leave and take his daughter by himself, his heart ached a little.
In the next few decades, how will we survive
It doesn't matter to him.
The daughter is born again.
Scenes of the past flashed in my mind, the smile when we first met, why not Zhong Nan's blushing forehead, the thin back of her holding a knife in the recorder...
Now I understand why she can't sleep at night, and why she took those medicines.
"Finish everything that needs to be done, work hard on what needs to be done, and then pray to the gods and Buddha, and pray to the illusory gods."
"There is a saying that it is up to man to make things happen, and heaven to make things happen. If a person has done what he should do and wants to go further, he can only choose to pray to the gods and Buddhas, even if it can only increase a little bit of success. Possibilities, it cannot be let go, it must be perfected.”
"As long as there is a chance to add a glimmer of hope, you can't let it go at will, can you?"
The soft words echoed in his heart, and Qin Guanglin understood everything.
The night was getting darker.
On the edge of the cliff more than 3,000 meters high, the night wind was getting stronger, and it also gave people a chill in midsummer, so why not the voice became smaller and smaller, Qin Guanglin wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Let's go back."
"Sit down a little longer."
Why not sniffled, raised his head from Qin Guanglin's arms, and smiled at him, "Now we can do it all over again, that's great."
"Yeah, that's great."
Qin Guanglin nodded, then sighed, "But... I would rather be me, you have endured too much."
"The result is good now, isn't it?" He Wu asked, "Everything is going towards..."
Qin Guanglin covered his mouth before he finished speaking.
"Don't plant the flag."
"..."
"We will work hard together." Qin Guanglin moved his hand away, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said seriously: "I am one hundred years old, and you are ninety-eight years old, just right."
"Well, just right."
The wind on the top of the mountain stirred He Wu's hair, Qin Guanglin helped her tidy up, sat on the ground and hugged her, turned his head to look at the huge Buddha statue in the center, stayed quietly for a while, felt that He Wu shrank back into his arms, Guessing that she was a little cold from the wind, she suggested again: "Go back."
"En." Why didn't he refuse again, looked at the neon lights of the hotel in the distance, stretched out his hands to support his body and wanted to stand up, but leaned against Qin Guanglin again.
"Sitting for a long time, I can't get up."
"I'll pull you."
From sitting in the afternoon to now, Qin Guanglin also felt a little numbness in his legs and feet. He stood up and stomped his feet, bent over to help He Wu up, looked back at the dark sky outside the cliff, and a trace of inexplicable thoughts rose from the bottom of his heart.
The answer I've been looking for for so long is this.
"Why… "
Qin Guanglin led He Wu and walked a few steps, opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking for a while and didn't know how to express it. Facing He Wu's puzzled eyes, he pondered for a while and said, "Why do you feel that you are... ordinary?"
That strange sense of contradiction was finally found out by him.
Yes, if you look at it for ordinary people, why not be a winner in life, doing a job you like, and writing novels to earn manuscript fees, it's easy, and he is an excellent husband.
But for a time traveler, her life is too ordinary.
I still remember the first time I watched a movie, Charlotte on the screen had everything at her fingertips, regardless of money or power. Although it has been artistically processed, if such a person really appeared in reality, it would be no problem to obtain that status. how difficult.
Why not think about it for a while and ask back: "What is it that is not ordinary?"
"Well… "
Qin Guanglin got stuck, and then stretched out his finger and gestured casually towards the distance, "Look at those movies, movies or literary works, like you, everyone has to do a big job."
"Then have you noticed that no matter whether it is a film or television work or a literary work, there is almost no good ending in the end." Why not shrug and continue to add: "—I mean serious literature, the kind of excessive YY is not counted. , there are too many loopholes."
"Is it the butterfly effect?"
"yes."
"No one has lived like you. Who knows if it's true or not... The tragedies of serious literature are only for profoundness and are not reliable. Why don't you try?"
"Do I dare to try?"
Qin Guanglin's footsteps suddenly paused.
Dare to try
Now that two people are talking here, it has already explained everything.
"Even if there is even the slightest possible accident, I will not try."
Why not turn your head to him and raise the corners of your mouth, "I know what happiness looks like, so as long as you walk carefully and step by step, you can get everything, why should you bet on chance
—And my biggest advantage is knowing everything, if I mess things up now, all my advantages will be lost, and I will become like you... Do you understand now? "
"I understand half of it." Qin Guanglin nodded, and unconsciously clenched her hand.
He didn't know what it was like.
If it were me, knowing everything about the future, would I be willing to spend an ordinary life with her beside her
Qin Guanglin couldn't think of the answer to this question.
Why don't you understand what a prophet means, but you still choose to live with him in a rented room on Nanfei Road, screaming in fright at the cockroaches.
Are you really worth it
This thought popped up uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.
The two of them walked on the golden summit of Emei under the moonlight, and the sky was full of stars, like an upside-down glazed jade bowl shining a little bit of brilliance, so why not slow down, hold his hand and shake it, and asked: "Which half do you understand? "
"I should be an artist." Qin Guanglin sighed, "You have always wanted to correct me on the path of becoming an artist, so you always urged me to resign. After all, this should be the butterfly effect, right?"
"That's right."
"It doesn't matter if you're an artist or not, we're fine now, it's just—everything goes as usual, I'm not very likely..."
He didn't finish his sentence, I believe He Wu could understand what he meant.
He Wu really understood what he meant, lowered his head to think, Qin Guanglin was not in a hurry, he stood still and did not lead her forward, just looked at her quietly, waiting for her to speak.
It was a matter of his own life and the happiness of the two of them, so he had to know He Xiang's thoughts and plans.
"The disrupted plot cannot be controlled."
Why not speak softly.
"If this is a movie, you know the protagonist will die in the end, but you have a chance to change the plot by controlling the progress bar."
She pondered, as if wondering if her analogy was appropriate, "...you chose to disturb the plot at the beginning of the movie, so that the plot completely collapsed and then got out of control—"
Or pull the progress bar to the last moment and get stuck saving the protagonist when he is in danger? "
"Precise strike."
Qin Guanglin nodded, indicating that he understood.
The more stable the details are, the easier it is to achieve the goal. In addition to worrying about the butterfly effect, there is also her idea of seeking stability. The mixture of the two finally led to the current situation.
In another ten years, she, the biggest bug in the world, will disappear without a sound, without causing any waves.
"Do you regret it?"
Qin Guanglin, who knew everything, hesitated for a moment before asking.
He Wu was stunned for a moment, didn't understand what he was talking about for a while, and subconsciously asked: "What do you regret?"
"In ordinary days, I'm still talking about you every day." Qin Guanglin pretended to be relaxed and said.
"Then less." He Wu curled his lips, looked up at the night sky, and said, "... Do you know what the eternal theme is about the time and space travel?"
"Um... what is it?"
"Make up for regrets, everything in life, if you can do it all over again, you will definitely be able to do better—almost everyone thinks so."
He might as well follow Qin Guanglin's footsteps and walk forward slowly, holding his firm arm, tilting his head to look at him, and asking, "Is that right?"
"Well... it seems to be."
Qin Guanglin had to admit that the biggest benefit of this matter was to repeat all the mistakes he had made.
Once again, it must be more perfect.
"I lived very happily in those years. You didn't leave me any regrets, except yourself."
"My only regret is you."
A few words made Qin Guanglin stop in place.
"You said, would I regret it?"
Under the starlight, why not raise your face, there is still a trace of unnatural redness in the eye sockets after crying just now, and your voice is not as clear as usual, but a little hoarse.
In the summer of this year, the stars are shining brightly and the moon is like silver. Qin Guanglin and He Wu were holding each other, standing at the foot of the huge statue in the center of the golden dome, the breeze was blowing by, and drilled into the distant cliffs and mountains, like a sigh in the ear.
For He Wu's stubbornness, he finally had a complete understanding, he was accidentally blinded by the wind, blinked hard a few times, and hugged her fiercely.
(end of this chapter)