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Chapter 270 Cosmic-level romance



Thursday, November 9, 2017

The twenty-first day of the ninth lunar month, yin

Imperial City, northwest wind level 1, waning moon

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these few years

Something that cannot be explained by science has been tormenting me for a long time

It wasn’t until today that I figured out that being patient can actually get around the rules.

But we need to change to a more romantic and desperate way

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Let me give you a romantic love story that spans the universe.

about 15 billion years ago

The multiverse is just a point with infinitely small volume and infinite density.

The particles that make us are packed together in the moments before the explosion

The origin of all things begins in that moment

After 15 billion years of drifting, collision, and transformation

Only then have three complete worlds been born, and I still have you.

"Every encounter is a reunion after a long absence."

I always thought this sentence was too pretentious

But it's not actually the case

Because as far as 15 billion years ago

We have met

from that moment on

I'm blindly migrating across three thousand worlds looking for you

I'm grateful that fate once overlapped our souls with each other

You changed the course of my star forever.

Even if we never meet again in the future

As an eternal component of the web of my private universe

You are still the one who makes me face all the unknown fears

The only reason it never fell apart

Think about it this way

In fact, temporary separation is not that terrible,

The time between life and death is actually only 28,215 days

After 770,000 hours we will oxidize into wind

can become two adjacent foams on the same string of front waves.

Or turn into two dust particles nestling under the same beam of Tyndall light

The particles that make up everything will not annihilate

And we will eventually be together

Maybe hundreds of millions of years

Maybe tens of billions of years

You and I will eventually meet in another world

In the vast space of the universe

We are actually very close to each other at this moment

at last

Prepare for our reunion in advance

introduce yourself

I, Yan Qing

Even if it comes again

Wash away all the glimmers

Still a supremacist

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Congratulations

Weng Huaijing

__?__

sweetheart

Ding Younian

Happy 25th birthday

——issac.yim



"Things that cannot be explained by science - various supernatural events; migration to three thousand worlds - parallel time and space travel; overlap of fate - the sparks caused by the interaction between people from different worlds; Qianhai - the clear instructions given to me; and the last thing

Duan seems to be referring to the return after part of the memory has been washed away...Is this the legendary metaphorical ability of the emperor? As expected of me!"

Many keywords were obtained from the desperate but unswerving love words. This information was like a panacea that allowed Yan Qing to instantly remove all the guilt and gloom, and even sprouted a bit of pride and loyalty in revenge.

He was so proud and full of joy that he didn't notice what Weng Huaiyun wrote on the side window glass after careful consideration, so he stepped on a hidden mine hidden in the last love letter with great joy and sorrow.

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Friday, November 9, 2018

The second day of the tenth lunar month, sunny to cloudy

Imperial City, Northwest Wind Level 2, Crescent Moon

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Ouch, it hurts to be slapped in the face

Weng Xiaoge?(——ε-(′?`;)

I seem to have found a perfect way to escape

So please wait for me

Yes, I said you are waiting for me in this life

The kind of waiting that does not exceed two and a half years

If you still beat me to death

Then we'll start over

If you hate me so much

Then I will stalk you

Anyway, there are still many more shameless words of love that I haven’t had time to say.

for example:

Gathering and parting, Huang Liang is a dream

You still firmly occupy my body and soul

Even if the road ahead is doomed and the body is broken into pieces

Can't make me surrender

One sword shattered the Nine Heavens

Oh no

One sword illuminates fourteen continents

Two hundred million years is too long

I seize the day

You arrogant ghost, you must give me a pleasant reply~

the last the last

love you two thousand times

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Congratulations

Weng Huaijing

__?__

soul mate

year of 1898

Happy 26th birthday

——issac.yim



"No wonder it's called schizophrenia. It's like a slap in the face at the speed of light at the textbook level. So "I" said that the way to escape is to become like me? Forget about love...wait! Does this count as forcing me to confess my love, so

Only Weng Humong would say "think about it", she would really be digging a hole for herself, it was clearly agreed between us that I would wait for her..."

Under the overwhelming amount of information, Yan Qing couldn't help but feel dizzy. He was obviously more convinced of his judgment, but he still felt a little sour in his heart. At this moment, Weng Huaijing, who happened to be looking aside from the corner of his eye, seemed to let out a long breath.

Yan Mou, who vowed to be innocent and brave to face his sweetheart, put aside the mask blessed by his top acting skills and began to learn and sell metaphorical skills without any choice of words.

"Something happened that cannot be explained by science. Buzz. Now I have completely drawn a clear line with the Yan Qing from before. Once you see this gift, you will know that I really don't mean to rush you."

In desperation, he pulled out the album production schedule from the bottom of the box, and Yan Qing directly raised it to his chest to show it to Weng Huaijing. Little did he know that this action blocked his sight, and he accidentally missed the album on the side window of the nanny's car.

, Professor Weng wrote it in one fell swoop after some inner suffering, two lines of regular script as graceful as a startling dragon.



"We Meet Again at the End"

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?stuffy

?passenger

?Dream man

?Stubborn and unrepentant

?The end of the game

?You wait for me at the finish line

?Starting from tomorrow

?because of love

?I do

?etc

?you

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The above is the entire content of the first page of the new album production schedule. It’s no wonder that Yan Qing immediately took out his album to prove his innocence. The playlist played a metaphor that is absolutely excellent. The first half of it echoes his work.

The second half of the love letter written two years ago was read like this in Weng Huaijing's mouth after receiving the inventory.

"Starting from tomorrow, because of love, I am willing to wait for you..."

What Yan Qing couldn't understand was that Weng Huaijing's first reaction after saying this was to widen his eyes and make a rare question mark face of a swan beauty, and then he quickly and deftly turned around and stopped in front of the nanny's car.

, the corners of her eyes were red, she avoided the entanglement of a certain disciple's gaze, and it took a long time to compromise and look at Youyou and squeeze out a sentence: "Some people used to like to compare me to the moon, but you are obviously more fickle, hum.

~"

"??? She was just buzzing and not sighing, she was actually complaining about "me" changing my orders from day to day! God knows what I missed, seize the opportunity, Yan Qing!"

From the autumn water, he could read a feeling similar to his first brush with "lucky". Yan Qing had a flash of inspiration and said: "That's not because there is only one moon in the sky, and there are three thousand earthly lives."

There is only one you."



She raised her eyebrows proudly and said: "Hey~ Then what's on the roof of the car and on the lake doesn't count as the moon?"

Zhenxiang warned Qing Shengqing: "It's like a dream or an illusion, it's all your reflection~"



The quiet and blurry moonlight trio adds a layer of beautiful filters to the green silk waterfall, and the frowning Weng Huaijing. Yan Qing has an illusion of reality and nothingness coexisting in a trance. Such a fairy spirit and the smell of human fireworks are all there.

How could he not look at this girl like crazy and fall in love with her?

I fully witnessed the extreme tug-of-war between my first love brother and the arrogant professor, which lasted for nearly an hour and a half. The artificial moon on the roof of the car finally completed a complete moon phase change from the full moon to nothing, and then to the waxing and waning moon.

Neither of the two people who were looking at each other paid much attention to the fact that as the time approaches infinitely closer to zero o'clock on November 9, its shape is getting closer and closer to the moon that is about to be full in the night sky.

"Bang!"

A thunder suddenly erupted from the Kempinski Hotel on the island in the middle of the lake in the distance, and several dazzling firelights rushed straight into the sky, dragging out colorful long tails one after another in the bright starry sky, and finally scattered into the sky.

Flower rain.

"Happy birthday!"

Waking up from his unconscious state of intoxication, Yan Qing subconsciously blurted out the four-word blessing. After glancing at the roof of the car, he couldn't help but said in annoyance: "Ah, I haven't even finished giving away the gifts, buzz buzz..."

"Not here yet, they must have left early..."

Continuing to stop in front of the car, Weng Huaijing tilted her head and glanced at the mighty fireworks cluster in the distance. After lowering her head, she smiled half-heartedly and shook the watch on her wrist at Yan Qing, who was holding out a square box: "You still have

Three minutes and forty-seven seconds~"

"Fireworks are not, I seem to have mixed up the order of the gifts..."

Glancing at the frozen artificial starry sky again, Yan Qing squatted down helplessly and opened the packaging box in his hands. During his busy work, he did not forget to raise his head and smile at Weng Huai, who was hesitant to speak: "This is prepared for this year, I have to think about it.

I want to say something to delay some time."

"Shame on you, I almost missed the point about "the music box must be listened to quietly", hey, what about my flowers~"

Although she maintained a listening attitude, Weng Huaijing secretly sniffed her nose, but because Yan Qing's method of hiding a flower a day today was a bit special, she naturally found nothing.

"Yes, in fact, in addition to the love words borrowed from Charlotte Bronte, another response just came to my mind - you are the moon in the sky, unattainable, and I am a human being on the earth.

Humbled into dust…”

While folding the torn off sealing tape neatly, Yan Qing squatted on the embankment and looked up at Weng Huaijing, who was twisting his black silk. He carefully worded his unfinished confession: "Buzz, buzz, ten minutes ago I actually

I experienced a hidden ecstasy. Before that, I was happy every minute of loving you, but in fact, there were equal amounts of guilt, struggle, jealousy, shame and other gloomy emotions deep in my heart..."

"..."

Without interrupting Yan Qing, Weng Huaijing, who was looking at the other end of the line, just squatted down silently, turned a pool of pulsating autumn water into a horizontal flow, and slowly poured it towards the confused and somewhat relieved man in front of her.

"Perhaps it is the price of coming back. After a big dream, I split into two me. Reality, dream, soul, time, space...all kinds of things are separated. The only thing I have in front of you is

A life experience that I can’t tell whether it’s real or illusory, but I can’t help but fall in love with you..."

Out of fear of unknown sanctions, Yan Qing almost considered uttering words in groups again and again, and then relaxed a little after successfully passing certain key contents. However, when Weng Huaijing heard the last sentence, he slightly curled his lips.

He tightened his grip again and realized that his sweetheart, the arrogant Yan Mou, quickly changed his words: "I'm in love with you."

"You are shameless~"

Yue Ya'er glanced up with a smile. Professor Weng, who was shy, lowered his head silently, took a few steps towards his lover, then turned around, facing Yan Qing side by side towards the nanny car.

direction.

"Love has made me taste unprecedented happiness, and all my pain comes from - I can perfectly play another Yan Qing to deceive your tenderness, but I stubbornly want to be innocent and brave in front of my sweetheart. Fortunately today

Having found the answer, I am who I am, not a substitute without a soul or a heart..."

Smelling the pleasant scent of rosemary, Yan Qing's candid speech became smoother and smoother. He even looked up at the roof of the car midway to confirm that the royal constellations in the artificial universe remained unchanged before he continued to speak.

: "The moon is indeed a bit fickle. In the future, I plan to compare my buzzing to the morning star, because from the moment I saw you, my world has stars that never set day and night."

"Classmate Yan Yisa~ Listen up, don't feel inferior because you are poor, stupid, clumsy, thin, and not good at dressing up, and feel that you have no soul or heart. Your soul is the same as mine, and your heart is exactly the same as mine.

, True love is a gift given by God alone to all living beings. We are all equal in the face of love..."

After patiently listening to Yan Qing's tirade, Weng Huaijing gently rubbed her lover's shoulder with her shoulder. Facing the hot gaze cast from close by, she winked playfully with her left eye and said: "That's great. I didn't expect that I would be able to do it again in my lifetime."

I’ll give this sentence back to you if I have the chance,”

"Okay~ Professor Weng, thank you for your guidance, student, I will remember it..."

Being shocked by the beauty's blink of an eye, Yan Qing's whole body went numb. After answering, Yan Qing probably felt that he was not sincere enough, so he stood up and pretended to bow to Weng Huaijing. At this time, there was another loud rumbling sound from the island in the middle of the lake. It turned out that he was not sincere enough.

A firework is just an appetizer. When the time comes, countless sparks with flame tails shoot into the night sky at the same time. The whistle of the owl and the crisp sound are endless. Facing the bright moonlight, thousands of flying flowers bloom all over the sky. Yanqi is silent for a moment.

The lake is actually as beautiful as a fairyland with fiery trees, silver flowers and never-night sky.

"In my eyes, you are the one who is the most beautiful, and you are the one who falls into the dust. What is important is you, not who you are."

The rain of flying fireworks covered Weng Huaijing, who had opened her heart to the din, with a phoenix crown and garland. The bright light that exploded in an instant illuminated her shyly exposed cheeks, and the corners of her narrow and upturned eyes swayed.

Yan Qing blushed dizzyingly.

"The important thing is not which Yan Qing you are, but because you are the Yan Qing that Weng Huai longs for."

The evening breeze blew by, and the purples and reds bloomed everywhere. Their eyes met each other, full of love. Yan Qing instantly understood the subtext that Weng Huaijing used to hide in half a sentence. He restrained the ecstasy in his heart. His peripheral vision finally swept to the roof of the car and started to explode.

The shining North Star: "True love is a gift given by God alone to all living beings, and you are the last rose on my barren land, so happy birthday~ Weng Huaijing, hurry up and make a wish~"

Yan Qing's sound was like a signal gun, causing the vast galaxy in the car to surge into ripples, transforming the entire first half of the night. The bright moon staggered into Yinhan, accompanied by Weng Huai's yearning for the fluttering Jie Yu, belonging to

Her private starry sky exploded silently in breathtaking brilliance, and all the magnificent royal constellations melted into a shining starry rose.

Rose full of starlight

girl with folded hands

Brilliant fireworks

Starlight falling into the world

The moonlight shining brightly on the lake

The mist that spreads over the mountains

Nocturne blown by the evening breeze

Kapok girl, who has been alone in the imperial capital for five years, finally waited for the most beautiful birthday in her life. The melody as quiet and beautiful as the stars grazing was naturally the BGM created by the music box opened by Yan Qing.

"alice tully hall? What you did is a bit different, Yi Sa~"

Her peach blossom eyes shimmered on the Crystal Dancer who stood on tiptoes and danced gracefully to the major waltz "always with me". After Weng Huaijing made her birthday wish, she did not put down her clasped hands. Being greedy for once, she turned to beg.

Yan Qing: "Can I make another request?"

"Mention it, feel free to mention it..."

Facing his sweetheart's eyes that were more dazzling than the stars, Yan Qing couldn't bear the slightest thought of rejection.

"Please, I also want to hear another birthday wish you said to me~" Weng Huaijing, who looked like a girl, gave Yan Qing a problem of the century.

"This is the most beautiful rose in the world. Stars are made of clay, nourished by the Milky Way. It will never wither and bloom forever in the quiet universe. This is the so-called cosmic-level romance I want to give you..."

Yan Qing, who can solve all the problems in the universe, finally restrained his sadness and satisfied his sweetheart: "Weng Huaijing, happy birthday, I love you three thousand times."



The mouth is disgusted with the body and the arrogance: "Hey, it's so numb~"

Overjoyed for Chu Lianqing: "Does that mean I won~"



"Yeah, but it's not as good as the story about an aunt washing the railway~"

After giving someone a little affirmation, a greedy professor who was touched by his comments made a pitiful expression: "Can there be another one?"

"Then you need to cooperate and ask me a question..."

Homophonic translation memes are not a problem for Yan Qing, who wants to make his sweetheart happy, but he will also seize the opportunity to quietly benefit himself.

After listening to his lover's whisper, Weng Huaijing asked Xiang Yanqing coyly: "You... love me, how much do you love me?"

Yan Qing, with clear eyes, answered honestly: "I love you until all the tigers in the world melt into butter."

"Pfft haha~"

Accidents are always so unexpected. Professor Weng's breathless laughter actually caused two slightly blurred writings to flash on the misty car window. Yan Qing was very moved, and at the speed of light, he took out his phone and took a series of pictures.

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2019.11.09, Weng Huaijing? Yan Qing

lina jungle always with issac yen~



The girlfriend is indeed better than her boyfriend in drawing: "Yan Yisa, you are not allowed to take pictures~"

Qing, her boyfriend at Lucky Bank, opened her arms and said, "President Weng, I want to withdraw a large amount of cash~"



That night, after spending all his savings, Yan Qing was willing to send Weng Huaijing back to No. 1 Wanshou Temple Road. Not long after, Professor Weng's whispers and black diary were updated.

Her floating black regular script faithfully recorded her 27th birthday wish: "I don't have many wishes or expectations, but being with you forever is the most definite dream for the rest of my life."

The content of the whisper can be seen through a newly saved screenshot in the photo album of Kapok girl’s mobile phone.



November 9, 2019, 1:30

"Thank you all for your blessings. All the good things in the world will last for another year. I am so lucky that I squint my eyes~"

Just now, user 1619921109 (under real-name authentication review) liked your whisper.





Free below the dividing line

Organize the gift list prepared by Yan Qing and learn from it

1. There is a car full of starlight that comes with the stars and the moon at night

2. Storyboard script of "Spirited Away" as a metaphor for identity

3. The starlight rose that became after the universe was shattered

4. A song "Happy Birthday" sung by two Yan Qings separated by time and space.

5. The new album "We Meet Again at the End" is above the metaphorical level.

6. Juilliard School alice tully hall ballet theater version music box

7. Off-site factors, the fireworks at Lake Center Island

——La Kua himself used his own money to reward Weng Huai for the Silver Alliance (dense fog, broken dimensional wall level linkage)

Thanks to Operation Officer C Jiang, she helped me register the account (Sing the Birthday Fireworks for Weng Huai). We book friends all have bad results in booking low, but I will not lack the cards that should be given to Weng Xiaoge.

Continue to work and save money.

Happy birthday, Jinger, may all the good things in the world be with you.


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