Chapter 2407

What's the meaning?

Everyone is trapped by various abilities, how to ask?

It would never be to bring people out—even though he knew it was impossible, Lin Sanjiu's blood was burned by luck and anticipation in an instant.

When in an unbearable desperate situation, people's desire to escape is so strong, no matter how strong the will is, they can't help but reach out to catch a bubble like a life raft.

No, no, even if Nu Wa is willing to rescue them temporarily, the eight-headed virtue has now become an "identity" and is standing beside Fu Xiluo; how can I ask him?

I don't know how many questions came up and down, but before Lin Sanjiu could open her mouth, Nuwa's next words froze her chaotic thoughts.

"There is only one, Ji Shanqing, I don't think there is any need to ask."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Ah...that's right," she quickly went through the number of people in her mind, and realized that if Ji Shanqing was included, there would be a total of twelve people. "Why don't you ask him?"

"The person I want to ask is a 'person'. Existence forms can be different, but the core must be a 'person', who will think about what people think and care about what people care about." The smile on Nuwa's face remained unchanged. , asked back: "Do you think that the question I'm going to ask has half meaning to Ji Shanqing?"

Lin Sanjiu never thought about whether the predicaments and problems she faced—no, human beings had the same meaning to Ji Shanqing.

It seems that... it won't.

She remembered that she, Yu Yuan and Ji Shanqing had inadvertently broken into Ah Quan's copy of the memoirs together, attached them to the owner of the memoirs, and lived once in the most important memory in their lives; Yu Yuan, who had cut off his feelings, shed tears for seventeen seconds expressionlessly after Xie Feng's memory ended.

Ji Shanqing just looked at everything around him from a distance, as if he had been enduring a little impatience from the beginning to the end.

She didn't even know what kind of memory Ji Shanqing experienced. The joys and sorrows of others are subtle and obscure, but to him, it's like a boring movie that makes people feel "why it won't end soon".

... The world is meaningful because it contains my sister.

Lin Sanjiu didn't know what went wrong on the journey of splitting, reuniting, and wandering, which turned the gift bag that looked more human than human into Ji Shan, whose "core" is not human today. green.

"How does it feel to know that the person you love is not human?" Nuwa asked softly.

"I... don't feel anything." Lin Sanjiu murmured, still a bit dazed. "It doesn't feel like a big deal. No matter what he looks like...it doesn't matter. It's okay not to ask him."

Ji Shanqing was incomplete, skewed, and unstable; it didn't matter.

She will always hold him and look for him, as long as he can be saved and he can be happy, she will be happy; the reason why the world is meaningful is because children like Ji Shanqing can also find themselves in this world.

Nu Wa let out a low sound from her nose, bringing Lin Sanjiu back to her senses.

"Very good." Nuwa smiled and said, "Actually, even if you want to ask him, it's impossible. Because in the past forty-eight hours, he hasn't really fallen asleep... Do you want to know, how should I ask questions? "

Lin Sanjiu raised her head in a daze.

"Everyone is in a life-and-death crisis, and they are unable to answer at this moment."

Nüwa gently raised her hand, beckoning Lin Sanjiu to take a few steps closer, and said, "Even if it is me, it is impossible to reverse time and go back in time. However, human consciousness is a very interesting thing...it can travel through time." , stable and constant, like a bridge connecting the past and the future."

Lin Sanjiu was full of vigilance towards her, but he still walked over step by step. Under Nuwa's gesture, he slowly squatted down and put one knee on the ground.

The huge screen in the cockpit hangs behind the two of them like a canopy. Immersed in the dim light cast by the sky, one figure was sitting, and the other was kneeling on one knee; the shadow of one hand landed on top of the kneeling person.

"In the past two days, everyone will meet you in their dreams one after another."

Nuwa's voice was deeper than the night outside the ship.

"I can only provide a general outline of the dream. They are the masters of the dream. Since it is a dream, you naturally cannot expect them to be logically complete and well-organized... They may not even have a beginning and an end. Only questions and answers will be presented from the shape. Dreams with different, interlaced fragments and blurred colors finally emerged in different ways.

"Even if you still remember everything at this moment, you will find that it is difficult for you to express what happened tonight in your dreams. Because people cannot span time and warn their past selves that you have entered their past dreams, you will be limited by their past consciousness. You may think of it as a law, like gravity.

"In the meantime, I will keep watching you. When I get the answer I want, the dream will end, and they will wake up in the past two days, and then they will never remember what they dreamed."

Nu Wa paused, then lowered her head.

"But... maybe someone will remember, dreaming of you."

At that moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered.

When Libao and Qing Jiuliu were playing billiards, Yu Yuan, who suddenly woke up from sleep, called her in a daze; he didn't see Lin Sanjiu and called her name at that time, it was just because he had dreamed of her just now. Yu Yuan said at the time what exactly he dreamed of, he couldn't remember it, but it seemed to be very important.

It turned out that at that time, the gears had already engaged and started to rotate slowly.

"Wait...you haven't removed the frozen time, have you?" she asked in a low voice. "If we delay for a long time, will Fu Xiluo..."

"Since this moment is tied up by me and no longer flows, how can there be a difference in time?" Nuwa replied flatly.

In Lin Sanjiu's vague consciousness, she only remembered that the last sentence she heard was, "Are you ready?"—the next moment, Fuxiluo under the night sky, Exodus on the grass, the punishment she was about to suffer and The pain, the world on top of the world... was swept away by the world that turned into a torrent, washed away, and forgotten.

This feeling is very strange; obviously she was still in fear and pain in the last second - but no matter how much suffering a person suffers, when she falls asleep from crying tired, she can still get sweet and Uneasy relief.

Lin Sanjiu stood under the afternoon sun, the warm wind from far away shone into his eyes.

She turned her head, Yu Yuan was already standing beside her.

"What do you see me doing?" Yu Yuan asked with a smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that were almost like snow in the sun.

He was still young; Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that he was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old now, and the tattoos hadn't even climbed onto his shoulders yet.

Even if no one told her, she somehow knew that she had just come to the place where Yu Yuan was born and raised to play with him; she was still Lin Sanjiu as an adult, and the two were still friends who had known each other for many years.

It doesn't make sense, she thought vaguely in her dream, but this must be a dream.

"This is your first time in Heishan Town," Yu Yuan said lightly, "Let me take you for a stroll."

In fact, a few years ago, I thought that I would stop writing after I finished writing, because writing with code words is really a very energy-consuming thing, which belongs to the exhaustion of the soul. Seeing the end of the end is approaching, I found that I can't really let go, and I want to write a new story; it's like a need, my greatest passion in life is to tell a good story (take it as a goal). Is it useful? It doesn't seem to be very useful, let alone have any literary value... I just like it and want to do it, even if it is destined not to be popular in the mainstream market.