I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

In the following time, Youzhu finished translating all the remaining manuscripts, but when she reached the last page, her voice suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, Youzhu?" Cheng Zi, whose nerves were already numb, looked at Youzhu's sudden change of expression, and asked in a concerned tone that she didn't even notice.

"... Cheng Zi, do you think these things are credible?" Youzhu raised her head and looked at Cheng Zi with tired eyes.

"I think it's believable. But like you said before, it shouldn't be as simple as the future view, because many of the things described by Mr. Ling are from other world lines. I think this must involve [Fa] .”

Chengzi understands why Youzhu has such doubts, because the contents of this manuscript are too shocking, if it is accidentally leaked, the impact will be immeasurable.

"The second method, is the parallel world running...?" You Zhu said in an uncertain tone while pinching the manuscript.

"Do you think so? Or do you not want to say the answer?"

Youzhu didn't answer, she lowered her head, looked at the last manuscript, and read it out:

The initial one changes all.

The follow-up two agreed more.

Undertaken's three shows the future.

The sustaining four hides itself.

Therefore, the fifth ending has long since lost its meaning.

As early as the third time, it would have been better if it didn't end, who ever said that.

The so-called magic is the study of history.

Good and evil karma created by human beings, and the cycle of stars goes back and forth, all determined by fate.

However, magic is determined by gods other than the heavens.

The karma from which people and stars are excluded, who are the people in this world, and why, worship and praise it as a miracle?

Naked sin.

The so-called magic exists as the enemy of human beings.

"Ling Jun, do you know all the magic?" Although Cheng Zi attached great importance to the previous records, when she heard You Zhu read out the essence of magic, her heart arose again.

On the other hand, Qingzi still looked confused. She didn't understand why her sister cared so much about these few words, and even cared that she inadvertently scratched her hand. Compared with this totally incomprehensible thing, Qingzi felt "Tsuki", the account of her appearance is more interesting.

"Youzhu, is there anything else in here?" Seeing that Youzhu didn't answer, Cheng Zi also put the question aside.

"Also, but..." Youzhu looked at the last few lines with doubts in her eyes.

"But?" Seeing that Youzhu, who had been reading aloud from the very beginning until now, no matter how amazing the translation was, was unmoved, but at this moment, Chengzi's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little bad.

Youzhu stretched out her index finger, and gently stroked those lines of text, as if she wanted to feel something from them—a tingling pain, this was the feeling these lines of text brought her.

If the previous description did not bring any confusion, then this last paragraph is full of contradictions and doubts.

PS: The third update...continue to write the last two updates, and it will be completed after 2 o'clock, right?

Chapter 210 The Three People Who Know the Story

Kuonji Yuzu was infected by this doubt. Generally speaking, words are unemotional. Simple arrangement and combination of words and sentences will not be infected by emotions if the readers do not resonate.

But the last paragraph of text in this manuscript is different. It is no longer a simple text. It may not be noticed at first glance, but as long as you read it a few times, you can see the difference inside.

These words are full of magic.

Yes, magic, not magic.

The person who wrote these words was an ordinary person, but it seemed that everything written before was to pave the way for the last paragraph, causing this paragraph to be full of the will of the owner.

Seeing that Youzhu remained silent for a long time, Chengzi also followed her gaze to the last sentence, and then she also found something wrong.

"This passage—I seem to be able to understand it." Then, Cheng Zi said in an unbelievable tone.

"Huh? Sister, you too?" However, unexpectedly, Qingzi followed Chengzi's words.

You Zhu raised his head in astonishment, and asked, "Can you understand?"

"Yeah, obviously I only know ten characters in it, but I know the meaning very well." Qingzi rubbed his eyes, wanting to see if he made a mistake, before making sure that he really only knew ten characters. After saying a word, she touched her chest again, and said in an extremely uncertain tone: "Besides, there seems to be something wrong when Ling Jiang wrote these things?"

"What's wrong?" Youzhu asked involuntarily.

"That's the one, um, how should I put it..." Qingzi struggled to organize his words, "It's that feeling of not knowing what I'm doing?"

Hearing Qingzi say such unclear words, Youzhu and Chengzi looked suddenly enlightened.

Yes, it's the feeling of not knowing what you're doing, or in other words, the feeling of doubting your life.

This paragraph of text seems to be incomprehensible, but according to Qingzi's statement, after reading it carefully, everything makes sense:

I am already 13 years old, why didn't I notice anything before?The stories I know, the dishes restored by my grandfather, the scenery I dreamed of, the diary I never wrote, and the unnatural heartbeat.

The prompt is always there, but why do I ignore it?

——I, is it really [me]?

Youzhu read the last paragraph, and the three fell into silence.

"Ling Jiang..." Qingzi murmured, she thought of her friend who was sleeping on the hospital bed, although this friend was full of mysteries, for some reason, she felt that he was actually very simple.

Chengzi thought much more than Qingzi. After listening to Youzhu's translation, she understood that Le Zhengling already knew who they were on the train, and what was going on with that hesitant attitude.