The Taming of the Shrew

Li Weiran began to kiss dishonestly: "It's good to know. Next, let's do some serious honeymoon things."

Because I was rushing to the United States of America to do great things, the honeymoon only lasted three days.In the three days, except for eating, drinking, and wandering, he was basically doing serious things. By the time he got on the plane to the United States, Zhao Mingcheng already regretted that he had arranged such a honeymoon itinerary.

Li Weiran sent a text message to Jiang He before shutting down the phone: "We are getting on the plane!"

Jiang He returned quickly: "See you at the airport."

Zhao Mingcheng slumped on the chair and sighed, "Li Weiran, it's easy to lose your Uncle Zhao if you go on like this."

Li Weiran turned off his phone, leaned his head on his shoulder and pursed his lips and smiled: "It's okay, as long as you don't lose me."

This time the two of them had enough rest and were full of energy, so neither of them slept.

As the plane passed by the vast sea of ​​clouds, Zhao Mingcheng rested his chin and looked out the window and sighed: "Two days ago, someone posted a picture on Weibo saying that a great director can be seen clearly in a picture, and the representative of JJAbrams has a plane in the picture."

"But nothing good happened on his plane." Li Weiran answered.

Zhao Mingcheng was a little surprised: "Yo, you know him?"

Li Weiran pouted: "Star Trek, Star Wars, Lost, Person of Interest, of course I've heard of it."

Zhao Mingcheng nodded: "That's right, it seems that my popularization of science has improved."

Li Weiran despises: "I feel good about myself. I know you when I don't know you."

Zhao Mingcheng was not in a hurry, watching a few rays of light seep through the clouds outside the cabin, his voice was as low as murmuring: "Actually, I like his "Edge of Crisis" the most, but unfortunately he is not well-known and not many people know about it."

"Oh, I've never heard of this one, what are you talking about?" Li Weiran leaned over and looked out the window, "I think his "Star Trek" is average."

Zhao Mingcheng said: "Parallel universe."

Li Weiran turned to look at him: "Is that the theory that every time a choice is made, two or several parallel worlds will be generated from the results of different choices?"

"Hmm." Zhao Mingcheng stared at the clouds in a daze, "When I was a child, I thought about this theory for the first time. I don't know if in other parallel worlds, for example, I choose to listen to my mother and concentrate on studying ancient cultures, or my father would like to give me the idea." What would it be like for the two me who strayed into the world of Western literature? Also, what would happen if I listened to my parents and chose to study architectural engineering when I was taking the university entrance examination? And..." He turned Looking at Li Weiran: "What if I randomly chose another bar on Maoming Road? What if you chose to cultivate in Yushi instead of going to Haishi? If the bar owner asked you if you would like to sing in, you said I don't want to..."

Li Weiran frowned as if a needle had been pricked gently in his chest: "There are so many ifs. Even if I didn't go to Haishi, I would still encounter the skeleton drug case, and I would still get to know you through Forensic Doctor Liu. I will still go to Haishi on business, and I will still see you..."

Zhao Mingcheng smiled, turned his eyes back to the cabin, and grabbed his hand: "Baby, this is the charm of parallel universes. Our life seems to be destined, but also seems to have countless possibilities. Maybe we will meet anyway. Met, maybe in other universes you met other people, better people..."

"There is no one better than you!" Li Weiran interrupted him and pinched the back of his hand severely.

Zhao Mingcheng grinned: "Anyway, in this universe, even if there is a better one, you won't be able to meet them. Your path has been blocked by me."

Li Weiran smiled: "Have you watched "Suspect Tracker"? At the finale of the last episode, the machine said: 'I divided people's lives into bits and pieces, and finally found that those bits and pieces are the most important. important.'"

Zhao Mingcheng looked at him, and he also looked at Zhao Mingcheng.

After a long time, there were extremely low humming conversations and slight tinnitus all around.

The stewardess pushed the dining car and stopped beside their seats: "Sir, would you like something to drink? Coffee tea or cococola?"

You see, coffee tea or cococola, or choices, some choices about the fragments of life.

I don't know what Zhao Mingcheng and Li Weiran, who chose cola and tea in another parallel world, are like now.