Britannia is an interesting country.

Because of the relationship between the northern continents, the country is very culturally diverse.

So at the same time, the country celebrates both Christmas and Chinese New Year.

For McCroft's family, his mother is of Han Chinese descent, so the festival is also more important.

So after returning from Egypt, he immediately returned to the professor's residence of the Royal Academy of Britannia.

The first thing that catches your eye is the bright red couplet at the door, the pen is strong and the font is full, implying the auspicious wishes of the New Year, giving people a feeling of joy.

He pushed open the door of his house.

The hall is much more lively than it used to be.

On the windowsill of the living room, several carefully selected bouquets of New Year's flowers compete to bloom, exuding a faint fragrance that adds a bit of life to the interior.

In the center of the table, an elaborate reunion table sits in the center, filled with a variety of delicacies and auspicious rice cakes.

On the wall, a large pendant with the word Fu is particularly eye-catching, with a rounded and smooth font and bright colors. Even the Christmas tree left over from Christmas before was not wasted, but hung with a Shenzhou knot, which looked red at a glance.

Sherlock was already sitting on the couch eating peanuts, and Watson was sitting beside him.

Obviously, Watson didn't have a good relationship with his family, so he came here with Sherlock for the Spring Festival.

In addition, there are many professors from the neighborhood, all of whom are friends of McCroft's father, and they don't seem to have a good relationship with the family, so they also choose to come here to have a good time.

"Yo." Sherlock saw Mycroft push the door open and joked, "What a rarity." ”

"This is my home too." McCroft said.

"Who knows." Sherlock shrugged, "You didn't even come back for Christmas. ”

"Sherlock!" Peggy crossed her waist and said unhappily, "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, don't talk to your brother like that." ”

Sherlock averted his eyes, avoiding Peggy's gaze.

Peggy walked over to Mycroft and said happily, "I'm so glad you're back, dear." You're all sad when you're not in us at Christmas. ”

She stepped forward and hugged Mycroft.

"I'm sorry, Mom." McCroft bowed his head and said, "You know, I work a lot of overtime. ”

"What unit doesn't even have Christmas off?" Peggy said unhappily, "Aren't you still a government unit?" Give me your boss's phone number and I'll tell him personally! ”

Sherlock couldn't help but laugh for a moment, "Mom, his boss may not be able to answer your calls. ”

Borg actually knows a little about McCroft's work, but Peggy doesn't have a particularly intuitive view of it, just thinks that her son is a civil servant working in the government.

There is only one boss in Mycroft, and that is the country's top leader.

Peggy's face was puzzled, and she seemed to want to say something, but McCroft spoke.

"There won't be anything like this in the future, I'll be here on time every Christmas."

"You can't actually come back." Sherlock said, "I have to say that Christmas is a lot cleaner without you." ”

"Sherlock!" Peggy shouted.

Charolle sneered and closed her mouth.

Watson looked at McCroft and then at Sherlock, and he teased, "You're a lot more interesting than me and my brother." ”

"Interesting?" Sherlock stared at Mycroft, and he undeniably said, "It's not so boring to have such an enemy"

Mycroft walked over to the middle-aged man sitting on the couch at the other end, chatting with his father.

He was not tall, and his forehead was very smooth, like a smooth wall, but after the polishing of time, deep wrinkles still appeared between the smooth skin, like concave lines carved in stone, which could not be erased. His eyes revealed a look of wisdom, very profound, as if he had seen through the truth of all science in the universe.

A figure-of-eight fold was printed under the bridge of his tall nose, and underneath it was a grassy beard.

His attire is also very simple, with wide pants and undershirts, giving it a sense of informality.

Mycroft walked over and held out his hand to him.

"Hello, Mr. Einstein."

Yes, Einstein was friends with Borg because he lived next door and he was also a professor at the Royal Academy of Britannia.

However, because of his busy schedule, McCroft met the legendary scientist for the first time today.

"I've admired your name for a long time." "I've read all of your papers, and I'm amazed by your understanding of time and space. ”

"Hello." Albert Einstein held out his hand, "I've heard Borg mention you, and he said you're smart." ”

After a pause, he said, "Not everyone can read my paper. ”

"I have a question." McCroft continues, "You said in the past that time is irreversible in your theory of relativity, but you disproved this in your later papers. You say that there is a possibility of time travel in this world. ”

"Time in the macrocosm is irreversible, and that's still true." Einstein patiently replied, "The rules of the microcosm are very different from the rules of the macrocosm, and I prefer to call them "innovation," which means improvements based on them, rather than "overthrows." ””

"I understand, it's quantum mechanics, which has become more popular lately, right?" McCroft asked, "I heard you're a pioneer." ”

Albert Einstein nodded, "Although I pioneered it, there's no denying that I don't really like the uncertainty of it." ”

With a twinkle in his eyes, Mycroft continued, "Is it possible to achieve time travel in this era?" ”

Einstein was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "With the technology of human beings in this era, it is impossible to achieve it. ”

"Is that so?" Mycroft didn't seem to notice Einstein's strangeness, but fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Peggy placed the last dish on the table and wiped her bib with her hand.

"Okay, stop chatting, come and eat, or it'll be cold."

Einstein looked at the table of food on the table, smelling the aroma of those delicacies, and he said with emotion.

"I have to say, your mother's cooking is really the best I've ever tasted."

Albert Einstein was a reclusive man, and Borg's profession was actually different from his profession, and he did not have much in common. So they weren't really familiar with the first few years.

The reason for the real familiarity was because of the meal that Mycroft's mother cooked.

"Choosing to come to Britannia was the best decision I ever made." Albert Einstein happily said, "There could be one more holiday." ”

McCroft smiled as well and sat down in his seat.

"Peng!"

The sound of fireworks bursting could be heard from afar, and the table was facing a window.

Under the watchful eye of Mycroft,

In the distance, fireworks dragged a long tail of smoke into the night sky, and then.

"Peng!"

Brilliant fireworks light up the night sky of the city. It also makes the already noisy and bustling city even more lively.

In a city in the North Continent.

Sissi stood by the fence of the courtyard and watched the fireworks bloom in the distance, her eyes glistening with a faint light.

Under the fireworks, it is a bustling city, whether it is the eaves or the pillars, all of which use the design of architectural integration, which is incomparably similar to Beichen. But there are also some Western-style neoclassical buildings, churches, bell towers and some Western-style palaces.

The whole city was hung with orange lanterns, and the whole city seemed to be transformed into a golden city that radiated golden light, shining with scorching light.

Compared with the imperial capital where Mycroft and others lived, this city is undoubtedly the most flavorful city.

This is where Sissi grew up, her hometown, and she often celebrates the Spring Festival in the place where she stood, but at that time she didn't know that her parents had actually been by her side all along.

She never thought she would be here.

The city used to be the capital of the North Continent Kingdom, and it was renamed North Continent in honor of the North Continent a few decades ago.

Behind her, some of the food she had already eaten was placed on the table, and Char was drinking Alicia's tea, leaning back lazily admiring the fireworks in front of her.

"Sure enough, the fireworks here are the most beautiful, and there are some new ideas every year." Char sighed.

After a pause, he sighed and said, "It's just a pity. I probably won't see it for years."

Hearing this, Sissi turned her head to look at Char, "Is that thing you said really that terrible?" ”

"You dealt with Beelzebub." Char silently blew the hot air coming out of the teacup in front of him, and took a sip, "Among those dragons, there are about the same number of Beelzebub at that time."

"Will the city be destroyed?" Sissi said.

"Who knows." Char said casually, "Fate is always cruel." No matter how wonderful things are, destruction is usually only a matter of moments. ”

When Char was about to drink all the tea in the teacup, he found that his sleeve had been grabbed.

He looked to the side, where Sissi was clutching his sleeve, looking at him with a pair of large, watery eyes looking at him with an almost pleading look, her lips pursing slightly.

Her face bears a seven-point resemblance to Alicia's, like a delicate porcelain doll. The skin is fair and delicate, as if it can be broken by blowing. The silky and shiny hair is like a flowing satin.

She wore an inky dress with the hem fluttering gently with her movements, like a blooming flower. On his feet, he wears a pair of small white shoes with a small bow on the upper, which looks particularly delicate.

Alicia gave her a good dress, and she looked very cute.

"Can it not be destroyed?" She said.

Char retracted his gaze, silently drank the teacup in his hand, and continued.

"It's not impossible" (end of chapter)