The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 12: Picturesque girl
The black is not noticeable, especially in the mist.
This black car is very easy to notice because it is different from the cars that have been abandoned for many years on the street. It looks very new and it is very well protected every day.
The girl who got out of the black car is also very new—whether it's the dress studded with florals or the umbrella she is holding in her hand.
Even she herself seems to have just left the factory, with a fresh and weird breath.
"This site is isolated under the crust of the plateau. It is well preserved. Of course, it has been repaired for many years. These vehicles are all newly built."
The girl's voice is calm, without any mood swings, just like an umbrella in her hand, motionless in the breeze.
The umbrella, covering her face.
Jing Jiu's gaze fell on her feet and found that she was wearing a pair of ordinary black leather shoes, with fluffy socks piled on her ankles, looking very cute.
The wind was stronger and the fog was blown away. It turned out that there was a river not far in front of the street.
The girl holding an umbrella, walked on the bridge and crossed the river.
Jing Jiu followed her.
After crossing the bridge, the fog in the city gradually thickened, covering those lifeless buildings, and the mountain view in front became much clearer.
There is a courtyard in the mountains, with black eaves and white walls, flowers and trees, and remnants of snow. It is somewhat similar to the Jingyuan outside Yunji Town.
There is a hot spring in the depths of the courtyard, with a faint heat mist, and there are square dwarfs by the water, and there is a chair on each side of the dwarf.
The young girl walked to the hot spring, sat down on a chair, put away the umbrella in her hand, and laid it on the ground.
The floral skirt is very thin, looking like some kind of bathrobe, floating like a wind and falling like a cloud.
The broken flowers on the skirt are sunflowers, which reminds Jing Jiu of the oil painting in the Xingmen Art Museum.
He sat down in another chair and looked across.
The girl’s black hair is supple and neatly cut, covering her eyebrows like a curtain. When gently lifted by the wind, she looks like a piece of watermelon peel.
Her eyebrows are very thin, as if they were drawn, her nose is very small, and her lips are very red, like cherries.
Her face is very white and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg, or more precisely, like perfect white porcelain, without any blemishes.
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Shen Yunbu once commented that Jing Jiu was like a porcelain puppet in the military building.
This girl is really so.
Picture-like eyebrows do not mean beauty, because paintings don’t always look good.
Perfect skin does not necessarily mean beauty, because it may be false.
The snow-white face is not angry, and the thin eyebrows and cherry red lips are not angry.
Seeing this face, Jing Jiu thought of the young officer on the battleship Lieyang.
The girl took out two small porcelain bottles and two translucent small wine cups from the hot spring, put them on the short table, and began to pour the wine.
The picture of a jade hand sticking out of the sleeve is very beautiful.
The movements of finger squeezing and pouring wine are very natural.
The amber-colored spirits are no longer pungent after being soaked in the hot springs.
All the details are natural and moving.
Jing Jiu felt that these movements and details were naturally too deliberate.
He knew that the girl sitting in front of him at this time was not a real human being, nor was it the person's body.
To be more precise, the person who is going to talk to him today is not here. It should be somewhere else, maybe even on another planet.
It may be very uncomfortable to switch to an ordinary person, but he is very used to this mode of dialogue.
In the snowy field, there was no essential difference between his long-distance spiritual communication with Xue Ji and today's situation.
The first thing you need to start any conversation is the identity of the other party.
Jing Jiu was very sure that the other party must have read the novel he wrote, but he still reported his name.
The girl whispered: "Fly."
Jing Jiu didn't know what to do with this name.
The girl asked: "What do you want to ask?"
Many people think that if Jing Jiu wants to be recognized by the girl and become the new god, he has to accept her investigation, but this is not the case.
The person in charge of asking questions is not the girl, but him.
He first asked a question.
"Where is the standard time?"
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He wrote some words on the piece of paper in the underground apartment.
Later at Stargate University, he added two more words to the paper.
In those words: year, month, standard day.
There are some others.
Human beings now have many planets, and each planet's revolution time and rotation time are different, so they naturally have their own time patterns.
However, the Galaxy Alliance has a set of standard models for chronology and space travel.
Jing Jiu has confirmed many times that there is no astronomical rule for a planet inhabited by humans that meets this set of standards.
The girl's voice has no mood swings, and it seems that she is not surprised to hear this question.
"Ancient civilization originated from a planet, and standard time is the rule there."
Hearing this answer, Jing Jiu was not surprised, and continued to ask: "Moon?"
The girl said: "That planet has a companion."
Jing Jiu then asked: "I have seen the term eclipse moon or eclipse in some ancient books, and I have also seen it there."
The girl said: "Just like you have seen in your place."
Jing Jiu looked at the hot fog on the hot spring, and his line of sight penetrated away, as if to see the huge snowball outside the gravitational field, the sky outside the snowball, the universe outside the sky, and the universe.
He asked: "Where are we?"
The girl picked up the small wine cup with two fingers, drank a sip on her cherry-like lips, and said softly: "The gods can't create the world, at most they can only discover some new worlds~IndoMTL.com~well Jiu retracted his gaze, looked at her white face and said, "You don't want to give me accurate answers? "
"Everyone who comes out of you will come to ask me these questions. You are not special, you are not particularly smart, and you are no different from them."
The girl said: "Then why do you get special treatment from me?"
Jing Jiu stretched his feet into the hot spring.
At this kind of moment, he does this kind of action, naturally, not to show that he still has leisure and ambition, but must have deep meaning.
As for the specific meaning, it is not known for the time being, and no one has asked at this time. After all, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing have not yet risen.
The girl's eyes fell in the hot spring, looked at his feet and asked: "Do you feel it?"
Jing Jiu didn't look back, but asked, "Do you have any feelings after drinking?"
The girl said: "This body has enough sensory cells to feel richer than humans."
Jing Jiu said, "I don't have one."
The girl said: "It's a bit miserable."
Jing Jiu said: "The magma bath is good."
The girl thought for a while and said, "It's reasonable."
Jing Jiu turned around, looked into her eyes and said, "Look, I am different from those who ascended after all."
The corners of the girl's lips were pulled up at an extremely slow speed, showing a weird smile, and said: "You want to convince me that you are the same as me?"