Chapter 1185: Chapter 42 Copenhagen (Monthly ticket extra!)_2
Lin Xian turned his head and looked at Zhao Yingjun’s oversized straw sun hat:
“You said the sa thing as Huang Que.”
“Of course.”
Zhao Yingjun smiled:
“After all, we are the sa person.”
“So… for many things, actually, Huang Que and I can empathize. We think about the sa things and love the sa person.”
“This is why I ca to Copenhagen… Lin Xian, everything Huang Que did was to let you step on the lessons of failure and move toward success, toward a better life without regrets. If Huang Que could see us now, she would definitely feel comforted.”
She closed her eyes, letting the sea breeze brush her face.
It felt as if, standing right before her, was a thirty-sothing version of herself. In those blue pupils, there was nothing but a young reflection of herself.
“Thank you.”
Zhao Yingjun said softly.
On this beach was a brave hero, soone who had traveled across ti to guide Lin Xian onto the right path and ultimately delivered him back to her hands.
And now…
It was her turn to take the baton.
In an instant.
She felt her abdon grow warm.
As if…
As if sothing inside moved, giving her a little kick.
She suddenly opened her eyes, realizing sothing!
“Lin Xian, Lin Xian.”
She grabbed Lin Xian’s hand and placed it on her lower abdon:
“Feel it, the baby kicked just now… it felt like a kick!”
“Really?”
Lin Xian, curious, placed his hand there too.
But.
There was no more movent.
“Maybe it was just an illusion.”
Lin Xian smiled:
“I’ve looked it up—it usually takes four months for fetal movent to happen. You’re not even three months along; it’s too early for that.”
“Really…”
Zhao Yingjun chuckled softly:
“Maybe the baby sensed sothing.”
She lifted her head:
“Speaking of which, wasn’t it right here that you first heard the na Yu Xi?”
Lin Xian nodded:
“At the ti, after Huang Que taught the two Space-ti Laws, she told never to leave Yu Xi.”
“I thought about it for a long ti afterward, pondering what Yu Xi was, who Yu Xi could be. It wasn’t until a whole series of events unfolded that I realized Yu Xi was the na of our daughter.”
“As for the instruction to never leave Yu Xi, I used to overthink it, imagining all sorts of possibilities. But in the end, I never expected… that the ssage was neither complicated, nor cryptic, nor roundabout at all.”
“She was simply telling not to leave my daughter this ti, not to abandon her and make her an orphan. To stay and grow up with her.”
“This must have been Huang Que’s regret. Perhaps, after I died in a certain tiline, she traveled alone across ti to our era to save a dood fate; but doing so ant that she, too, had chosen the world over her daughter, turning Yu Xi into an orphan.”
“So… Huang Que must have regretted it in the end, right? Regretted leaving her daughter and allowing her to be used by others.”
However…
Zhao Yingjun took two steps forward, closer to The Little rmaid Bronze Statue, and turned around, shaking her head:
“She wouldn’t regret it.”
Zhao Yingjun lifted her head.
The red glow of the sunset silhouetted her face in black.
At that mont.
Lin Xian felt as if Huang Que were standing right in front of him.
“She wouldn’t regret it.”
Zhao Yingjun softly repeated:
“Huang Que understood better than anyone: a future without tomorrow carries no aning. Scraping by, barely surviving for a lifeti, is enough for ordinary people who need not think too far ahead.”
“But you, Lin Xian, are different. You aren’t ordinary—you’re extraordinary. You have the power to change all of this, to save a failed future.”
“With great power cos great responsibility. Even though we don’t fully understand the true purpose of the Genius Club, there’s one line from its charter that I deeply agree with.”
“If you and I were ordinary people, we could live for the mont, drink while there’s wine, and indulge in life for a few days. We could ignore the disasters of tomorrow and the fate of human civilization, because we wouldn’t have the capability to intervene; history doesn’t fault the powerless.”
“[But what if… we’re not ordinary?]”
She looked into Lin Xian’s eyes:
“I’m an ordinary person too, yet because of you, I beca soone extraordinary. Have you ever thought about why, out of billions of people on Earth, only you possess the ability to dream of the future?”
“I believe it’s because you have a responsibility—a responsibility that no one else shares, a burden even heavier than that of the Genius Club’s brightest minds.”
“[With a gift no one else has, you must shoulder the tasks no one else can accomplish.]”
“That’s why Huang Que abandoned her daughter to cross the sea of ti to find you… just as I now trust in you. No matter how perilous the road ahead, I believe you’ll succeed in the end, that you’ll save this world, save humanity’s future.”
Lin Xian gazed at the silhouette of the woman before him, blocking the setting sun, her figure overlapping with The Little rmaid Bronze Statue behind her. It felt as though he was having a cross-temporal dialogue.
This, perhaps.
Was the truest essence of Huang Que’s thoughts.
The greater good, versus the imdiate family, how does one choose?
But in truth, as Zhao Yingjun had said, without the greater good, there is no imdiate family.
Just like the Great Catastrophe of 2400 and the World-Ending White Light of 2624.
Those were rely examples of events that seed distant, seemingly unrelated…
Yet.
Generation after generation, soone would have to live to see 2400, live to see 2624, and face those disasters.
Many people would laugh dismissively: Why should disasters centuries from now matter to ?
For ordinary people, for those without capabilities, thinking that way wasn’t wrong.
Lin Xian suddenly thought about sothing else:
The mbers of the Genius Club—while each had their own calculations—did any of them dedicate themselves to greed, indulgence, and worldly pleasures?
None.
Every single one of them could have used Einstein’s omniscience to enjoy a life of wealth and leisure.
But in reality, what were they doing?
No matter the morality of their actions or their thods, each one desperately sought to create a better future for humanity.
None of them embraced the idea of living for the mont. Even Copernicus, hated to the bone by so many, had been calculating how to achieve his future plans while dragging along his dying body.
“So, Huang Que wouldn’t regret it.”
Zhao Yingjun said resolutely from ahead:
“Nor will I, no matter the ti.”
Whoosh————
A sudden gust of wind swept through, lifting the sand from the beach and stirring it into the sea.
As it swirled, the wind carried off Zhao Yingjun’s straw sun hat, sending it soaring into the open sky.
The pair turned around.
They watched as the straw hat, like a migrating bird, fluttered with the swirling wind, sailing toward the sea, toward the clouds, toward the other side of the world…
Lin Xian stepped forward, standing just behind Zhao Yingjun, and smiled faintly:
“It seems there really is an audience.”
“There should be two.”
Zhao Yingjun lowered her gaze, placing a hand lightly on her abdon:
“I’m sorry, Lin Xian. There’s sothing I’ve been keeping from you.”
“Hmm?”
Lin Xian tilted his head, puzzled.
Zhao Yingjun tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her right index finger:
“You’ve always said you wanted it to be a surprise, wanted to wait until the baby was born to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“But I just couldn’t resist. Out of curiosity, I went to a private doctor and found out the baby’s gender.”
She looked up, her expression soft and joyful:
“But… it’s good news for you.”
Lin Xian’s eyes widened.
The hint of anxiety in his heart lted away, replaced by elation:
“Really?”
“Yes!”
Zhao Yingjun bit her lip, smiling knowingly as she nodded:
“That’s right… it’s a girl!”
“Haha, you really do keep your word, don’t you? You said Yu Xi would return ho, and here she is.”
“That’s wonderful.”
Lin Xian clasped Zhao Yingjun’s hand tightly:
“See, I knew it! All those little clothes and toys of Yu Xi’s—we don’t need to throw them out. Her favorite three-piece set, we’ll save them for her to use ten years from now!”
“Haha.”
Zhao Yingjun laughed, tapping Lin Xian’s nose with her index finger:
“You really are sothing. I wonder how you’ll explain it to her when she asks why all her clothes and toys are old and outdated.”
“No matter how convincing your story sounds, she’d no doubt think you’re just making it up.”
“But… I suppose you won’t have to rack your brain over naming the child now, right?”
Lin Xian smiled and nodded:
“Indeed, there’s no need. Our daughter has already been here with us; she already has a one-of-a-kind na.”
He crouched down.
Wrapping his arms carefully around Zhao Yingjun’s waist, he pressed his forehead against her abdon, closing his eyes.
Feeling the lingering warmth of the sunset;
Inhaling the crisp, bubbly scent of the open sky;
Hearing the tender lapping of the waves against the shore;
He softly whispered:
“Yu Xi…”
“Daddy’s here.”
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