Chapter 90: The Only Me (Part I)

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Two days later.

There was a light rain in the sky, like a little bit of fine velvet. The leaves are washed green, and the air is moist and fresh.

A couple of tents, nestled in them.

Xie Jinzhi stood in a tent, looking out at the rain through the small window of Bugue.

Zhuang Chong stood behind her.

"They're almost ready." He said.

"Oh."

He paused for a moment.

"There will be danger."

"I know."

She turned her head to look at her closest companion with a faint smile on her face: "Until the last step, no one knows what the ending will be." In fact, it's not just me, everyone's fate is not predestined? Is it because I can meet the future that I give up every step of the way? Zhuang Chong, I want to control my life. โ€

Zhuang Chong was silent for a long time, and only spit out one word: "Cool." โ€

Jinzhi smiled slightly.

"You go out, I'll change my clothes and go to see Ying Hanshi. I made an appointment with him to go for a walk by the stream. โ€

"Okay." He turned and lifted the tent curtains and walked out.

Jinzhi walked to the basin, washed his face, and closed his eyes.

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The sound of the rain drenched the leaves above his head and his shirt.

But he didn't care, and stood by the flowing stream with his hands in his hands. At your feet is soft grass, and you can see the fallen leaves go away with the flowing water.

The sound of the rain blurred his ears, but it didn't prevent him from hearing the sound of light footsteps, getting closer.

He turned his head and saw Xie Jinzhi walking towards him with his head slightly bowed, his long hair hanging down on his shoulders, and his skirt in both hands.

His gaze softened: "I haven't seen you wearing this dress in a few days." โ€

She let out a soft "um" and walked over to him.

The light rain left a little stain on her white shirt, which quickly soaked in. When she was cold, she also put a thin coat on hand, which was specially prepared for her, and spread it on her shoulders.

"Thank you." She glanced up at him, her white, slender fingers buttoned into her coat.

Ying Hanshi smiled clearly, and walked in front of her with his hands in his hands.

"You said you wanted to walk by the stream and tread water. But don't step on it for too long, it will be cold. โ€

"Okay."

She stooped down and took off her shoes and socks, held them in her hands, and followed him. When it was cold, he listened to the sound of treading water behind him, his eyebrows were clear, and he accompanied him slowly.

"Today's event, even though it is dangerous......" he looked up into the distance, "I will not let you be hurt in the slightest." โ€

Behind her, she seemed to be silent for a long time before replying, "Okay, I believe you." I've always believed in you. โ€

Before they knew it, the two had walked out of the camp some distance away. The tents in the distance were also blocked by the woods and could not be seen.

She suddenly spoke: "When it is cold, I have been preparing in the woods for a few days, and I haven't taken a bath for several days." The water here is very good, I want to wash it a little, you go outside and help me keep watch, okay? โ€

Ying Han was slightly stunned and turned his head to look at her.

She stood in the stream with her skirt in her hand, her eyes clear and calm, and she seemed to have a little mischievous smile.

"No peeping." She whispered.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then turned their faces away when they were cold: "Okay." He strode up the hill.

Staying where she was, she watched his figure disappear behind the bushes, making sure she couldn't see it. Only then did he slowly lower his head, and at the same time put down the skirt in his hand, letting the stream wash it freely.

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Jinzhi stood with his eyes closed for a while, opened his eyes, looked down at his watch, and the time agreed with Ying Hanshi was about to come.

When he turned around and just wanted to change out of the clothes he wore when he went to sleep, he heard Xiao Qiongyan's voice outside the tent: "Xiaozhi, can I come in?" โ€

"Come in."

He opened the curtain, poked his head in, and smiled: "It's nothing, just to tell you: in half an hour, we will act." โ€

"So fast?"

"Hmm." He nodded vigorously, "Because the boundaries of this space are no longer stable." We've just measured it, and half an hour is the most appropriate time. The instrument has been adjusted, and this time must not be missed. โ€

"Okay."

He looked around again: "Commander, not with you?" โ€

Jinzhi replied: "I made an appointment with him to go to the stream for a walk, and he should be there." โ€

Xiao Qiongyan grinned: "Okay, then I won't bother." Have a great time. It's okay to take a walk and relieve stress. Everything will be going well. โ€

Jinzhi also smiled and nodded.

He turned his head and was about to leave, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, and looked back at her: "By the way, Xiaozhi, do you guess where our cracks will lead the flood in the end?" โ€

"Where?"

"Dangdang, dang! Because the data has been fluctuating, we have just confirmed the location, which is a few light years away! It's a perfect location. If it is introduced into the sea, it may cause water levels to rise or even a tsunami; If it is introduced into the atmosphere, it is obviously not possible either. It's different in space, where these floods will at best turn into a nebula-like mist that will float there forever. โ€

When he had said this, he went away in high spirits. He didn't notice the change in Xie Jinzhi's face behind him, and then sat down slowly.

Space.

Xiao said that the flood will be directed into space.

She hadn't been in space before, but she could imagine what it would be like.

Vast, dark, silent.

And it is completely without a little sound.

She thought in a trance, she had to tell Ying Hanshi immediately. The results had just been measured, and he probably didn't know it yet.

Think about how to deal with it.

With her heart pounding, she quickly picked up the clothes that were placed next to the single bed, took off her T-shirt and pajama pants, and changed them.

After changing, he stood up uneasily, and was just about to walk to the entrance of the tent, when he was suddenly stunned.

A new image flashed before her eyes.

A never-before-seen picture.

It was a closed window. The black curtain was ajar, and she was looking out from within.

Outside, a bird flew silently. Then, there is an unfamiliar tall building. There is a clock on the upper floor, and the hour hand points to 9:32.

She closed her eyes and was silent for a moment, but she couldn't see more. So she walked to the bedside, picked up her backpack, and took out a pen, but she didn't find the paper, only the card she had wanted to give to Ying Hanshi.

The edges of the card are a little worn, but the handwriting is still clear and profound:

Jin Zhizhi wishes to grow old with a white head in the cold.

Her heart warmed, she turned the piece of paper over and wrote the time "9:32" on the back.

She put the pieces of paper and pen on the bedside for the time being, and was just about to leave, when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the small mirror on the bedside stool. Her body froze abruptly, and a strong chill ran through her back.

Her clothes...... The outfit she was wearing......

She lowered her head slowly, looking at the white sรจ shirt on her body, and the light blue sรจ dress on her lower body.

The whole world seemed to fall silent, and the only sound in my ears was the sparse sound of water outside the tent, as if it were a century away.

Her hands were soaked in cold sweat, trying to calm herself down, reminiscing.

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