"It's too early to say it."
He smiled gently, his voice with a particularly warm feeling: "After 12 o'clock, you can formally say to me. After 12 o'clock, the new year will begin."
Qiao Jin nodded, and she thought of the corpse burial pits all over the country and said, "Have you dreamed recently?"
Song Yanqing paused: "No."
"I'm talking about the dream of foresight."
Qiao Jin turned his head and looked out the window.
It’s obviously the Chinese New Year, but I don’t know what’s going on, but the moon outside the window is particularly bright.
The bright moonlight spreads on the winter land, adding a touch of emptiness and coldness to this New Year.
"I have a premonition that things will probably end soon after the New 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 fine. Things will always end. Things at that time are incomplete. No matter what this time, I will let it be completely finished."
Even if he sacrifices everything, he will protect his Qiao Jin.
So, ten thousand years ago, and so until now.
"I... actually have an idea, but it's incomplete."
Qiao Jin snuggled in his arms, and the two of them simply sat down, becoming Qiao Jin leaned against Song Yanqing's arms and sat on his lap.
She murmured: "The rules say that every array point has consciousness. In the time array point, it tells me that space is in places I can't imagine, and I can never find it. Then I can also infer it in turn. In fact, it has always been in places I can see. But I can't see or touch it, so I can't find it."
Song Yanqing was a little stunned: "It can be explained this way, but the place we are in is originally a space. Maybe this is what it wants to express, because it is everywhere, so you can't find it."
"That's not necessarily. It's like time, it can't be seen through, and no one can catch it. But with the time array point, we can still find where it is."
Qiao Jin looked up at Song Yanqing and thought for a moment: "So the space must be where I know it. It appears, and it even keeps appearing. But I can't grasp it, and the four major array points are conscious, but they swallow it on me. 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 never abandoned me who died once. I don't understand where my value lies to it."
Song Yanqing thought a little bit: "So..."
"The answer may be amazing, but there will always be a day that will surface."
"There will always be a special reason for them to choose me. I am not special."
Qiao Jin saw it very clearly.
Song Yanqing also looked at Qiao Jin with a steady look. His eyes were as gentle as water, but with some other deep emotions. After a long time, he touched Qiao Jin's head: "No matter what the reason is, there will always be an answer. Today is the New Year. Don't think too much, just accompany me to celebrate the New Year."
Qiao Jin nodded: "Okay."
"Dongdongdongdong--"
A violent knock on the door suddenly came from outside, and Mu Qilian's voice came in along the characteristic channels: "Come down, we can't play mahjong, we can fight Landlords, we are two missing one, Qiao Jin, who will be with you or Brother Yan Qing? Play with stickers, who will be afraid of the grandson!"
Chapter completed!