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Chapter 289 An Unforgettable Christmas Eve
“That should also be a technological breakthrough from Winterfell.

The fact that the civilization of this world can obtain the high-dimensional psychic field 'border' to conduct super-scale experiments is indeed a blessing, at least from my research in the deep sea ruins."

I heard the answer given by the white-haired Academician Qi Ming.

Professor John Levich smiled:

“Uncertainty gives humans endless possibilities.

Isn’t the interesting thing about the future the chaos of the quantum realm of this world?”

Fifteen minutes later.

While the remaining invitees to the Christmas Eve party are still experiencing this "rare" life experience in the limited-time ruins.

Su Wen had already ridden his bicycle and brought Jiang Menghan to the place they had agreed on.

It was a remote viewing platform beside the riverside road, and not many people came here on weekdays.

and so.

There is no one else here except that old shop with an incandescent light bulb of less than 10w.

Su Wen walked to the window of this old shop and said to the old man who was leaning on a stool and reading a newspaper with reading glasses in a familiar tone:
"Uncle Wang, do you have any iced orange soda?"

Hear him say that.

The old man raised his glasses, and then showed a familiar gentle smile:
"Yes, of course."

So he bought two cans of soda and handed one to the ice girl next to the observation deck.

Then he also leisurely leaned on the bench where he could feel the river breeze:
“We’re probably the only ones who’ll be here on Christmas Eve.

If I hadn't come here often in high school.

Maybe I won’t even remember this place today.

If you think about it this way, the world may be a little more tolerant of lonely people."

“Is there any tolerance for loneliness?”

The Iceberg Girl said softly,

“Su Wen.

If you feel depressed about many things, I am willing to face them with you. "

"Do not worry.

I haven’t gotten to the point where I’m tired yet.”

Su Wen just leaned on the bench and looked into the distance quietly.

The silvery moonlight slipped away quietly.

A whole expanse of intermittent ripples are cast on the river bank, and traces of tourists and moored yachts can be seen on the wooden corridor along the river in the distance.

And further away.

Lighthouse No. 43, which was repaired to resist the storm "Ewini", is still guiding the returning sailors.

But those things were probably not the reason why Su Wen left evening self-study during high school.

“It’s just because you can see most of the seaside from here.

Only when I get a glimpse of the vague picture of this city do I feel that I am probably really here.

Even in the same city.

In fact, everyone has a different concept of the city where they have lived for more than ten years or even decades.

Every day we walk on roads that are different from each other but extremely familiar to ourselves.

See a slightly different scenery every day.

just.

For those times, I always feel a sense of alienation as if I "don't belong here".

thank you.

Jiang Menghan.

It may be a little late to say this now.

But it is because of your existence that I am willing to face this imperfect world.

You are in the minority.

My true 'definition' of the world."

Hear him say that.

As the silver moonlight streamed down, the girl's delicate and beautiful cheeks quietly gained some beautiful traces of blush.

She wanted to say something.

But it seemed to be interrupted by Su Wen's sudden voice.

hard to imagine.

She is always calm and expressionless, but she can also feel a little awkward in such situations.

However, Jiang Menghan did not find this feeling offensive. She only felt that her heartbeat was a little faster than usual.

Su Wen understood that at this time it might not be appropriate to talk about Chekhov or Chernyshevsky to open the conversation.

and so.

At this most appropriate moment, the handsome scholar took out a beautifully wrapped Christmas gift box from his pocket and carefully placed it in her hands.

He said gently:

"Merry Christmas Eve.

I prepared this gift some time ago. Fortunately, there were no major accidents today, so I was able to hand it to you personally.

I don’t know if it suits your taste, open it and take a look.”

Hearing Su Wen say this.

Jiang Menghan held the gift in his hands and gently opened its exquisite packaging.

It was a not-too-big gold-plated bear ornament.

The little bear looks very cute.

Moreover, it is holding a scaled-down copy of "Where Are You Going?", a book by Polish writer Henryk Sienkiewicz that was published in 1896 and won the Nobel Prize.

Look at these well-crafted ornaments.

The Iceberg Girl said softly:

"This is the original text in Polish?
It’s really exquisite.”

Her eyes were filled with overflowing love, for a literary girl who liked teddy bear pillows and had a deep study of Western literary history.

It can be said that there is no gift that suits her wishes better than this one.

Moreover.

The article Su Wen chose to carve is actually very appropriate.

Jiang Menghan held this exquisite ornament in the palm of his hand.

Then, in an instant, she revealed a smile so beautiful that even the moon in the sky could not match it:
"(Where Are You Going) is the only historical romance novel to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in more than 100 years.

Mr. Su.

I accept this gift.”

Hear this answer.

For some reason, Su Wen, who was always rational, suddenly felt a little uncalm.

The iceberg girl put this exquisite and thoughtful gift back into the gift box and put it into her handbag.

Then, she carefully took out another box from her bag.

"Actually, I also prepared a Christmas Eve gift."

Hear her say that.

Su Wen became a little more curious, and if it was an ornament or decoration that a girl liked, he would gladly accept it.

just.

The moment he opened the package, Su Wen admitted that he had underestimated how familiar Jiang Menghan was with him.

It was a brand new RTX4080 graphics card.

He was already overwhelmed by happiness.

Seeing Su Wen’s exaggerated expression.

Jiang Menghan felt even happier than when he received the gift himself.

She said coquettishly:

"Well, now that you have a good graphics card, you can't use this as an excuse to refuse me from running models at your house."

But next second.

Her face flushed as Su Wen held her in his arms:
"Miss Jiang, you are simply an angel."

That's right.

At least Su Wen couldn't imagine any man who could resist the temptation of the 4080 graphics card which had been on the market for less than three months.

At this moment, the river flowing into the sea is rushing along the coastline in the waves of moonlight.

Although it is winter now, Jiang Menghan still feels that the night sky by the sea is as blue as in summer.

The foaming waves washed over the cluttered rocks.

Amid the sound of the sea tide, the last returning ship whistle sounded at midnight, and the white cruise ship was preparing to enter the port.

And somewhere she didn't know.

Above the sky above Times Square in the United States, the dragon's hymn began to spread from the moment the Endless Gate opened to the entire New York State where an endless curtain of snow was about to fall.

(End of this chapter)