With her hands gently caressing her back, Qin Guanglin didn't say anything, allowing her to vent her emotions.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he put himself in that position.

When he thought about why he was leaving, he felt a little thrilled in his heart.

How to survive in the next few decades?

What's wrong with him not blaming him.

Just give birth to my daughter again.

The scenes of the past flashed into my mind. Why not be able to knock on my forehead red when I was in Zhongnan, the thin back of her holding a knife in the recorder, and Zhan Yan smiled when he first met...

Now I understand why she can't sleep at night and why she takes those medicines.

"After finishing everything you should do, work hard to do everything you should do, and then come and pray to the illusory gods."

"There is a saying that planning is in people and accomplishing things is in heaven. If a person finishes everything he should do and wants to go further, he can only choose to pray to the gods and Buddhas. Even if he can only increase the possibility of success, he cannot let it go. He must be perfect."

"As long as it is possible to add a glimmer of hope, you can't let it go, right?"

The gentle words echoed in my heart, and Qin Guanglin understood everything.

The night is getting darker and darker.

On the edge of the cliff more than 3,000 meters high, the night wind was getting stronger and cooler in midsummer. Why not make the sound less and less? Qin Guanglin wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Go back."

"Sit for a while."

Why not sniff, raise your head from Qin Guanglin's arms, and squeeze out a smile at him, "It's great that we can do it again now."

"Yes, that's great."

Qin Guanglin nodded, then sighed, "But... I would rather be me, you have to bear too much."

"The result is good now, isn't it?" Why ask, "Everything is heading..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Guanglin covered his mouth.

"Don't put the flag."

“…”

"We will work hard together." Qin Guanglin moved his hand away, kissed her forehead lightly, and said seriously: "I am one hundred years old, you are ninety-eight years old, just right."

"Yeah, just right."

The wind on the top of the mountain stirred her hair. Qin Guanglin helped her to tidy up, sat on the ground and hugged her, turned to look at the huge Buddha statue in the center, and waited quietly for a while, feeling that she was shrunk into her arms. She guessed that she was a little cold by the wind, and suggested again: "Go back."

"Yeah." He Dian didn't refuse anymore. He looked at the hotel with neon lights in the distance, reached out to support himself and wanted to stand up, but leaned back on Qin Guanglin.

"I've sat for a long time and can't get up."

"I'll pull you."

From the afternoon to now, Qin Guanglin also felt his legs and feet numb. He stood up and stomped his feet, bent down and helped him up. Looking back at the dark outer space on the cliff, a subtle feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

After pursuing the answer for so long, it turned out to be this one.

"Why……"

Qin Guanglin took a few steps, opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking about how to express it. Facing the puzzled look, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Why do you feel... ordinary?"

He finally found that strange sense of contradiction.

Yes, if you are an ordinary person, why not be considered a winner in life, do the job you like, and write to make money easily, and he is a good husband.

But for the time traveler, she lived too ordinary.

I still remember the first time I watched a movie. Although Charlotte on the screen has been processed through art, regardless of money or power, it is easy to get any position, but if such a person really appears in reality, it should not be much difficult to obtain that status.

Why don’t you think about it and ask back, “What’s the ordinary thing?”

"Well……"

Qin Guanglin got stuck, then stretched out his finger and gestured to the distance, "Look at those who are like you, no matter in film and television or literary works, no matter what kind of thing you have to do, you have to do a big career."

"Did you notice that the final outcome is almost not good, whether it is a film and television work or a literary work." He Dian shrugged and continued to add: "—I mean serious literature. The kind of excessive yy does not count, there are too many loopholes."

"Butterfly effect?"

"yes."

"No one has ever lived like you. Who knows whether it is true or false? The tragedy of serious literature is just for the sake of profoundness and is not reliable. Why not try it?"

"Do I dare to try?"

Qin Guanglin paused suddenly.

Do you dare to try?

Now that the two of them are talking here, it has already explained everything.

"Even if there is a slight possibility, I won't try it." Why don't you turn your head toward him and raise the corner of your mouth, "I know what happiness looks like, so as long as you walk carefully and follow the steps, you can get everything. Why do you have to bet on the chance?

——And my biggest advantage is to know everything. If I disturb things now, all my advantages will be gone and I will become the same as you... Do you understand now?"

"Half understood." Qin Guanglin nodded and held her hand and clenched it unconsciously.

He didn't know what it felt like.

If I had known everything in the future, would I be willing to live an ordinary life with her?

Qin Guanglin couldn't think of the answer to this question.

What a prophet means, why don’t you not understand, but you still choose to live with him in a rental house on Nanfei Road, and screamed by the cockroaches.

Is it really worth it?

This idea came out of my heart uncontrollably.

The two walked on the golden top of Emei in the moonlight, with stars shining brightly in the sky like an upside-down glass jade bowl flashing with light. Why not slow down, hold his hand and shake it, and ask, "Which half?"

"I should be an artist." Qin Guanglin sighed, "You have always wanted to correct me on the path of artists, so you always urge me to resign - by the way, this should be the butterfly effect, right?"

"That's right."

"It doesn't matter whether an art or an artist is. We are doing well now, but - everything goes according to the original one, I'm not very likely..."

He didn't finish his words, so I believe he could understand what he meant.

He did understand what he meant. He lowered his avatar and was thinking. Qin Guanglin was not in a hurry. He stood there and did not lead her forward anymore, but just looked at her quietly and waited for her to speak.

It is related to his own life and the happiness of both of them. He must know what the hell is thinking and plan.

"The disturbed plot cannot be controlled."

Why not speak softly?

"If it were a movie, you know the protagonist would die in the end, but you have a chance to master the progress bar to change the plot."

She pondered, as if she was thinking about whether her metaphor was suitable, "...You chose to disrupt the plot at the beginning of the movie, so that the plot would completely collapse and then get out of control-

Or pull the progress bar to the last moment and get stuck to the protagonist when he is in danger?"

"Accurate strike."

Qin Guanglin nodded and said that he understood.

The more stable the control of details, the easier it is to achieve the goal. In addition to worrying about the butterfly effect, she also has the idea of ​​seeking stability. The mixture of the two ultimately leads to the current situation.

In another ten years, her biggest bug in the world will disappear silently and will not cause any turmoil.

"Do you regret it?"

Qin Guanglin, who knew everything, hesitated for a moment and asked.

He Dian was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he was saying for a moment, and asked subconsciously: "What do you regret?"

"I'm still going to be you every day in ordinary days." Qin Guanglin said relaxedly.

"Then less." Hey curled his lips, looked up at the night sky, and said, "Do you know what its eternal theme is about the shuttle time and space?"

"Well...what is it?"

"If you can do it again, you will definitely do better - almost everyone thinks that way."

Why not follow Qin Guanglin's footsteps and walk forward slowly, hold his solid arms, tilt your head to look at him, and ask, "Isn't it?"

"Well... it seems."

Qin Guanglin had to admit that the biggest advantage of this matter was to do all the wrong things he did again.

If you do it again, it will definitely be more perfect.

"I was very happy in those years, and you left me no regrets except yourself."

"My only regret is you."

Two gentle words left Qin Guanglindon in place.

"You said, will I regret it?"

Under the stars, why not raise your face? The eyes that I just cried still had a hint of unnatural redness and swollen voice, and my voice was not as clear as usual, with a little hoarseness.

In the summer of this year, the stars are shining and the moon is as bright as silver. Qin Guanglin and I stood at the foot of the huge statue in the middle of the golden roof. The breeze blew past his side and penetrated into the cliffs and mountains in the distance, as if a sigh in his ear.
Chapter completed!