It's early. "

He smiled softly, with a special warm voice: "You can tell me formally after 12 o'clock, after 12 o'clock, it is the beginning of the new year."

Qiao Jin nodded. She thought of the burial pits all over the country and said, "Have you dreamed recently?"

Song Yanqing paused: "No."

"I'm talking about predictive dreams."

Qiao Jin turned his head and glanced out the window.

Obviously today is Chinese New Year, and I don't know what's going on, but the moon outside the window is exceptionally bright.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the winter ground, adding a touch of emptiness and coldness to this new year.

"I have a hunch that things will probably end soon after the year, and everything that bothers me will end."

Song Yanqing turned her around, hugged her, and stroked her hair: "I believe it, but I also believe that we will all be fine. There will always be a moment when things are over. At that time, things are incomplete, no matter what. No matter what, I will let it end completely."

Even if he sacrifices everything, he will protect his Qiao Jin.

It was the same ten thousand years ago and it is still today.

"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 leaning against Song Yanqing's arms and sitting on his lap.

She murmured: "The rules say that every grid point is conscious. In the time grid point, it tells me that space is in a place I can't think of, and I will never find it. Then I can also infer it in reverse. It’s always where I can see it. But I can’t see or touch, so I can’t find it."

Song Yanqing was a little bit stunned: "It can be said that, but the place we are in is originally space, maybe what it wants to express is this, because it is everywhere, so you can't find it."

"That's not necessarily, it's like time, you can't touch it and you can't see it, no one can grasp it, but with time, we can still find where it is.

Qiao Jin raised his head to look at Song Yanqing, and said for a moment: "So the space must be somewhere I know it. It has appeared, and it has even appeared. It's just that I can't catch it, and the four major formations are all conscious, but it's swallowed by me. On the body, it never communicates with me. No matter how I call it, it will never communicate with me. I saw it ten thousand years ago and never even abandoned me who died once. I don’t understand my value to it. over there."

Song Yanqing thought a little bit: "So..."

"The answer may be amazing, but one day it will surface."

"They choose me, there is always a special reason, I am not special."

Qiao Jin saw clearly.

Song Yanqing also fixedly looked at Qiao Jin. His eyes were soft and watery, but with some other deep emotions. For a long time, he touched Qiao Jin's head: "No matter what the reason, there will always be an answer. Today It’s the New Year, don’t think too much, and spend the New Year with me."

Qiao Jin nodded: "Okay."

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, and Mu Qilian’s voice came in along the characteristic channel: “Come down, we don’t know how to play mahjong, we can fight the landlord, we are missing one, Qiao Jin, you and Yan Yan Who is the younger brother, who plays the post, who counsels his grandson!"

Qiao Jin, Song Yanqing: "..."