Wife Please Be Obedient Chapter 331: : The geometry of life
Chapter 339 The Geometry of Life
Qin Guanglin didn't say a word and let her vent her emotions while gently stroking the back of Wuhui with his hand.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if he put himself in that position.
The moment he thought of leaving, and the picture of taking his daughter by himself, he felt a little pain in his heart.
In the next few decades, how do you endure it?
He doesn't blame it.
My daughter is born again.
The past scenes flashed in my mind, why not knock on Zhongnan’s red forehead, the thin back of her holding a knife in the recorder, she smiled when she first saw it...
Now I understand why she can't sleep at night, and why she took the medicine.
"Done everything that should be done, and work hard for everything that should be done, and then come to pray to the gods, worship the Buddha, and pray to the ethereal gods."
"There is a saying that it’s up to people to plan things, and things happen in heaven. If a person has done all that should be done and wants to go further, he can only choose to pray to the gods and Buddha, even if only one increase Even the slightest possibility of success can't be let go, it must be perfect."
"As long as it is possible to add a glimmer of hope, you can't let it go, right?"
The soft words echoed in his heart, and Qin Guanglin understood everything.
The night is getting darker.
On the edge of the 3,000-meter-high cliff, the night breeze is getting stronger, and it gives people a hint of coolness in midsummer. Why not the voice is getting smaller and smaller, Qin Guanglin's arms tightened around her.
"Go back."
"Sit down for a while."
Why sniffed his nose, raised his head from Qin Guanglin's arms, and squeezed a smile at him, "Now we can do it again, it's great."
"Yes, that's great."
Qin Guanglin nodded, then sighed, "But...I would rather be me, you have suffered too much."
"Now the result is good, isn't it?" Why not ask, "Everything is moving towards..."
Qin Guanglin covered his mouth before finishing speaking.
"Don't plant the flag."
"..."
"We will work hard together." Qin Guanglin removed his hand, kissed her forehead lightly, and said seriously: "I am a hundred years old, and you are ninety-eight years old, just right."
"Well, it's just right."
Why the wind on the top of the mountain fluttered? Qin Guanglin helped her tidy it up, sat on the ground and embraced her, turned his head to look at the huge Buddha statue in the center, waited for a while, and felt why he was shrinking into his arms. She shrinks herself, guessing that she was a little bit cold by the wind, and once again proposed: "Go back."
"Yeah." Why didn't he refuse any more, looked at the hotel with neon lights flashing in the distance, stretched out his hands and braced himself to stand up, but leaned on Qin Guanglin again.
"Sitting for a long time, I can't get up."
"I will pull you."
Since sitting in the afternoon until now, Qin Guanglin also felt a little numbness in his legs and feet, stood up and stamped his feet, bent over to pick it up, and looked back at the dark space outside the cliff, a subtle feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
After searching for the answer for so long, it turned out to be this.
"Why..."
Qin Guanglin took a few steps with him, closed his mouth again, pondered for a moment and didn't know how to express, facing the puzzled look in his eyes, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Why do you feel like you are... ordinary?"
The strange sense of contradiction was finally found by him.
Yes, if you put it to ordinary people, why not be a winner in life, doing a job that you like, and writing novels to make money, is easy, and he is a good husband.
But for a time traveler, she lives too ordinary.
I still remember the first time I watched a movie. Although Charlotte on the screen has been artistically processed, regardless of money or power, he can easily get it, but in reality, if such a person does appear, he will get that kind of status. It shouldn't be too difficult.
Why think for a while, then ask: "What kind of trouble is it?"
"Uh..."
Qin Guanglin got stuck, then stretched out his fingers and gestured to the distance casually, "Look at those in film or literary works, like you, whichever one has to do a big business."
"Have you noticed that whether it is a film or a literary work, the final ending is almost no good." Why shrug and continue to add: "——I mean serious literature, that kind of excessive Not counting yy, there are too many loopholes."
"Butterfly effect?"
"That's right."
"No one has ever lived like you, who knows whether it is true or false. The tragedy of serious literature is only for profoundness and is not reliable. Why not try it?"
"Dare I try?"
Qin Guanglin paused suddenly.
Dare to try?
Now that the two people are talking here, everything has been explained.
"Even if it is a little bit possible, I won't try." Why not turn my head to him and **** my mouth, "I know what happiness is like, so as long as you walk carefully and step by step, you can get everything. Why Want to bet on the odds?
——And my greatest advantage is to know everything. If I disturb things now, all my advantages will be lost and become the same as you... Do you understand now? "
"Half understood." Qin Guanglin nodded, holding her hand and clenching unconsciously.
He didn't know what it was like.
If you change to yourself and know everything in the future, will you be willing to spend a life of ordinary fireworks by her side?
Qin Guanglin couldn't think of the answer to this question.
Why don't you understand what the prophet means, but he still chooses to live with him in the rental house on Nanfei Road, and is scared by cockroaches.
Is it worth it?
The thought came out uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.
The two walked on the golden roof of Emei under the moonlight. The sky was shining with stars, like an inverted glass jade bowl shining a little bit of brilliance. Why slow down, shook his hand, and asked, "Which half ?"
"I should be an artist." Qin Guanglin sighed, "You have always wanted to correct me on the road of being an artist, and only then did you always stop me from resigning-after all, this should be the butterfly effect, right?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't matter whether art is an artist or not. We are very good now, but—everything is going as it was, it’s not very possible for me..."
He didn't finish his sentence, so I believe he can understand what he meant.
Why do you really understand what he meant, lowering his head is thinking, Qin Guanglin didn't worry, stood still and didn't lead her forward, but just looked at her quietly and waited for her to speak.
It's about his own life and the happiness of the two, he has to know what's wrong with his thoughts and plans.
"The disturbed plot cannot be controlled."
Why speak softly.
"If this is a movie, you know that the protagonist will die in the end, but you have a chance to change the plot by mastering the progress bar."
She pondered, as if thinking about the appropriateness of her metaphor, "...you chose to disrupt the plot at the beginning of the movie, and let the plot collapse completely and get out of control from now on——
Or pull the progress bar to the last moment and get stuck to save the protagonist when he is in danger? "
"Precision strikes."
Qin Guanglin nodded, indicating that he understood.
The more stable you control the details, the easier it is to achieve your goal. In addition to worrying about the butterfly effect, there is also her idea of seeking stability. The combination of the two finally contributed to the current situation.
In another ten years, she, the biggest bug in the world, will disappear silently without making any waves.
"Regret it?"
Qin Guanglin, who knew everything, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.
Why don’t you understand what he’s talking about for a while, and subconsciously ask: "What do you regret?"
"In the ordinary little days, I still do what you do every day." Qin Guanglin pretended to be relaxed.
"Then less." Why not curl your lips, look up at the night sky, and say: "Do you know what the eternal theme of time travel is?"
"Well...what is it?"
"To make up for regrets, all things in life, if you can do it again, you can do better-almost everyone thinks so."
Why follow Qin Guanglin's footsteps and walk forward slowly, clasping his solid arms, tilting his head to look at him, and asking: "Isn't it?"
"Um...it seems to be."
Qin Guanglin has to admit that the biggest benefit of this incident is to do what he did wrong~IndoMTL.com~all over again.
Do it again, it must be more perfect.
"I had a very happy life in those years. You did not leave me any regrets except yourself."
"My only regret is you."
With a few soft words, Qin Guanglinton stayed in place.
"You said, would I regret it?"
Under the stars, why not raise your face, the eye sockets that I just cried still have an unnatural redness, and the voice is not as clear as usual, with a little hoarse.
In the season of this year, the stars are shining, and the moonlight is like silver. Qin Guanglin stayed with Whuhan together, standing at the foot of the huge idol in the center of the golden dome, and the breeze blew by his side, digging into the cliffs and mountains in the distance, as if sighing in his ears.
He finally had a complete understanding of how stubbornly he was. He was accidentally blinded by the wind, blinked his eyes vigorously, and hugged her into his arms fiercely.
(End of this chapter)