Chapter 722 29.6%, and 2.4%

Chapter 722 29.6%, and 2.4%

The old man's chapped lips trembled and opened, and the corners of his eyes that seemed to have been dry for a long time became moist again... These seven words were like a sword that had penetrated for three hundred years, piercing the softest part of his heart.

At this moment, all the fatigue, pain, and grievances that had been suppressed deep in his heart surged out uncontrollably, condensed into drops of turbid tears, streaking across his cheeks, and falling on the ruins.

No one knows how he lived these three hundred years.

He shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the world of mortals. He endures the pain of a broken device penetrating his body. He endures the unbearable loneliness of ordinary people, fighting against time step by step...

He originally wanted to take everything with him and return to the dust in loneliness, but Su Zhiwei's words shattered all his stubborn persistence.

The old man forced himself to look away, no longer looking at Su Zhiwei. He looked at the gurgling water under his feet and spoke hoarsely:

"You shouldn't have come to me..."

"Why?"

"If you don't look for me, I will always be the young Yao Qing who is following you." The old man paused for a moment, "Now, I am an old man who can't speak clearly... At least, I think Leave the most perfect image in your heart.”

"Is appearance related to perfection?"

Su Zhiwei frowned and said, "You are the one who created Fushenghua, you are the one who protects the realm of mortals, you are the one who locks time for me, and you are the one who resists Wuji Lord at the critical moment... This realm is because of you The rise is also prosperous because of you. Without you, the world of mortals would have been destroyed long ago, and I would have died in the years.

You have stopped following me, Yao Qing, you are walking in front of me, you are walking in front of everyone... You have clearly done so much for us, why do you still feel that you are not perfect enough? "

"But from now on, when you think of me, you will only think of this ugly old face... I don't want that."

"In order to have a better image in my heart, you would rather not see me??"

Su Zhiwei seemed to be angry. She gritted her teeth and glared at Yao Qing, "Childish! A bitch!! You are still exactly the same as the little brat you were back then!"

Hearing the second half of the sentence, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously. He leaned on the trunk of the willow tree and chuckled hoarsely... His expression was a little stiff, even ferocious. This was not because Nothing else, but that he had not smiled for hundreds of years, and the muscles on his face had long since atrophied.

The old man seemed to feel much more relaxed. He said softly, "But you are still in your youth, but you miss an old man who is about to die. This is unreasonable..."

As soon as the word "care" came out, Su Zhiwei was startled. At this moment, she seemed to have really returned to the time more than 300 years ago. Yao Qing often teased her like this, or in other words, he hid his love in inadvertent teasing.

But at that time, she often would not take the initiative to answer, because in her opinion, there was some kind of insurmountable barrier between them... She was eight years older than him.

In the past, Su Zhiwei, as a member of the Kochi community, had a rather conservative view on relationships. But now she has experienced too much, and some of the existences that she once regarded as barriers have long been dispensable...

Su Zhiwei pursed her lips slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she still answered seriously:

"Age is not a problem, you said it yourself back then."

The old man also didn't expect that Su Zhiwei's answer would be so clear this time. She no longer concealed her sincerity at all, but gave him feedback generously... But this time, he did not answer immediately.

The old man silently looked at the reflection of the river at his feet. There was already a natural chasm between him and Su Zhiwei...

It is years, it is era, it is life and death.

"Back then...I was just talking." The old man murmured.

"But I took it seriously."

Su Zhiwei's more eloquent answer once again shattered Yao Qing's sentimental worries. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer... Facts have proved that when Su Zhiwei, the first female leader in science and engineering, The sincerity must be revealed. No matter how delicate and complicated the embroidery is, it cannot capture Yao Qing's shaky heart.

In front of Su Zhiwei at this time, all Yao Qing's worries, concerns, and complicated thoughts were like the youthful worries of a little boy, being forcefully torn into pieces.

"Back then, I was twenty-seven years old and a doctor; you were nineteen years old and still a college student... For us at the time, eight years old was an insurmountable barrier. But now, everything is different." When Su Zhiwei saw Yao Qing's delay in answering, he continued seriously,

"827≈29.6%, 8330≈2.4%..."

"……What's the meaning?"

Even though Yao Qing has lived for more than three hundred years, he still cannot understand Su Zhiwei's brain circuit.

"The natural chasm that once was has been stepped on by us... Time is nothing in front of love." Su Zhiwei looked deeply into his eyes and said,

"I love you, Yao Qing, no matter the era, life or death."

In Yao Qing's shrinking gaze, Su Zhiwei closed her eyes and kissed the old lips.

The raindrops fell into the river, making a crisp tinkling sound. Two hearts resonated at this moment, and the world fell into eternal silence.

I do not know how long it has been,

The two figures under the withered willow tree slowly separated.

Yao Qing's eyes were still staring at Su Zhiwei's face. His eyes went from astonishment to joy, and finally fell into bitterness and helplessness...

Su Zhiwei's shoulders were close to Yao Qing's side, leaning against the trunk of the willow tree with him. The two of them just sat on the bank, quietly feeling the river flowing beneath them and the breeze blowing by their ears...

No one spoke, as if they couldn't bear to break this dream that was too beautiful to be true, as if they were enjoying the tenderness that bloomed in these three hundred years.

The sound of the heartbeat is fading, like the fleeting breeze at your fingertips;

"...Sister Zhiwei."

Yao Qing turned her head and said softly, "It's time for me to sleep."

"Go to sleep...I will stay with you here." Su Zhiwei looked into his eyes, "One day, we will meet again...in a dream, or in another reality."

"……Um."

Yao Qing's eyes couldn't help but close. His vitality at this time could no longer allow him to think carefully about Su Zhiwei's answer... He was like a bonfire that had been burning for three hundred years, gradually falling into the rain. It went out, leaving only a tiny flame that drifted silently.

At the same time, Su Zhiwei's slightly trembling voice, which could no longer be suppressed, sounded softly in his ears:

"Thank you for your three hundred years of companionship...Yao Qing."

cluster--

The flames extinguished in the old body.

The moment his heart stopped beating, Su Zhiwei could no longer control her expression. Two lines of tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes. She hugged Yao Qing's body with her hands and cried silently.