Chapter 2407 The way to ask questions to eleven people
What's the meaning?
Everyone is trapped in various areas of ability, how to ask?
There was no way he was going to bring someone out - even though he knew it was impossible, Lin Sanjiu was still so excited by luck and expectation that his blood boiled for a moment.
When people are in an unbearable desperate situation, their desire for relief is so strong that no matter how tenacious their will is, they can't help but reach out to grab a bubble that is like a life raft.
No, that's not right, even if Nuwa is willing to rescue them temporarily, Batou De has now become an "identity" and is standing next to Fu Xilao; how can I ask him?
I don't know how many questions were surging up and down, but before Lin Sanjiu could speak, Nuwa's next words froze her chaotic thoughts.
"There is only one, Ji Shanqing. I think there is no need to ask."
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"Ah... yes," she quickly counted the number of people in her mind and realized that if Ji Shanqing was included, there were twelve people in total. "Why don't you ask him?"
"The person I want to ask is a 'person'. The form of existence can be different, but the core must be a 'person' who can think what people think and care about what people care about." The smile on Nuwa's face did not move.
, asked in reply: "Do you think the question I am about to raise has any meaning to Ji Shanqing?"
Lin Sanjiu had never thought about whether the dilemmas and problems she faced - no, people faced - had the same meaning for Ji Shanqing.
It seems...it won't happen.
She recalled that she, Yu Yuan, and Ji Shanqing accidentally broke into A Quan's copy of the memoirs and were attached to the owner of the memoirs, living in the most important memory in their lives; as a data body at that time,
Yu Yuan, whose emotions were cut off, shed expressionless tears for seventeen seconds after Xie Feng's memory ended.
Ji Shanqing, on the other hand, just looked at everything around him from a distance, as if he had been suffering from a slight impatience from beginning to end.
She didn't even know what kind of memories Ji Shanqing had experienced. Others' joys and sorrows were subtle and obscure. To him, it was like a boring movie that made people think, "Why doesn't it end soon?"
...The world is meaningful because it contains my sister.
Lin Sanjiu didn't know what went wrong along the way, and what happened to turn the gift bag that looked more human than a human into Ji Shan, who was now inhuman at the core.
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 feeling a little confused. "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 is incomplete, deflected, and has an unstable center of gravity; it doesn't matter.
She will hold him and look for him all the time. 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.
Nuwa made a low sound from her nose, which brought Lin Sanjiu back to her senses.
"Very good." Nuwa said with a smile: "Actually, even if you want to ask him, it's impossible because he hasn't really slept in the past forty-eight hours... Do you want to know how I can ask questions?
"
Lin Sanjiu raised her head blankly.
"Everyone is in a life-and-death crisis. At this moment, they are unable to answer."
Nuwa gently raised her hand, motioning Lin Sanjiu to take a few steps closer, and said, "Even I can't reverse time and go back to the past. However, human consciousness is a very interesting thing... it can travel through time.
, Stability and eternity are like a bridge connecting the past and the future.”
Lin Sanjiu was wary of her, but she still walked over step by step. At Nuwa's signal, she slowly squatted down and put one knee on the ground.
The huge screen in the cockpit hung like a canopy behind the two of them. In the dim light cast by the canopy, one figure was sitting and the other was kneeling on one knee; the shadow of a hand fell on it.
The top of the kneeling person's head.
"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 boat.
"I can only provide the general outline of the dream, and 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 the questions and answers will change from shape to shape.
The dreams are different, the fragments are intertwined, and the colors are blurry, and finally emerge 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 dream. Because people cannot transcend time and warn their past selves that you have entered their past dreams. You
It will be limited by their past consciousness. You may think of it as a law, like gravity.
"During this period, I will keep watching you. When I get the answer I want, the dream will end, and they will wake up one after another in the past two days, and then they will never remember what they dreamed about."
Nuwa paused and lowered her head.
"But... maybe someone will remember that they dreamed of you."
At that moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered.
When Li Bao and Qing Jiuli were playing billiards, Yu Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep and called her in a daze. He didn't see Lin Sanjiu and called her name at that time, but just because he had dreamed of her. Specifically, the dream
What it was about, Yu Yuan said at that time, he couldn't remember it, he just remembered that it seemed important.
It turns out that at that time, the gears had already meshed and started rotating slowly.
"Wait a minute... you haven't removed the time freeze yet, right?" She asked in a low voice. "If we delay for a long time, will Fusiro..."
"Since this moment is stuck by me and no longer flows, how can there be a difference in time?" Nuwa replied calmly.
In Lin Sanjiu's vague consciousness, she only remembered that the last words she heard were, "Are you ready?" - the next moment, Fu Xilao under the night sky, Exodus on the grass, the punishment she was about to suffer, and
The pain, the world above the world... were all swept away by the world that turned into a torrent, washed away, and forgotten.
This feeling is very strange; it was obvious that she was still scared and in pain just a second ago - but no matter how severe a person suffered, when she fell asleep from crying, she could still gain sweetness and joy.
Uneasy relief.
Lin Sanjiu stood under the afternoon sun, with the distant warm wind shining into her eyes.
She turned her head, and Yu Yuan was already standing next to her.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Yu Yuan asked with a smile, showing his white teeth that were almost like snow in the sun.
He was still young; Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and even the tattoos had not yet climbed onto his shoulders.
Even though 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 makes no sense, she thought vaguely in her dream, but this is just a dream.
"This is your first time coming to Heishan Town," Yu Yuan said easily, "I'll take you for a walk."
In fact, several years ago, I thought about writing nothing at the end of the world, because coding and writing is really a very mentally draining task, which is a kind of soul exhaustion. Seeing that the end of the world is approaching, I find that I actually can’t.
I really want to give up and still want to write a new story; it’s like a need. Perhaps my biggest passion in life is to tell a good story (let’s take it as a goal). Does it work? It doesn’t seem to be of much use, let alone
What is the literary value... I just like it and want to do it, even if it is destined to be impossible to be welcomed by the mainstream market.