I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 310: Poems of Night and Dreams
Hear her say that.

Su Wen also smiled and shrugged.

"certainly.

After all, I am a little sleepy now.”

Su Wen was not lying.

Even if he could stay up all night.

After Jiang Menghan used the extraordinary characteristics of the Artemis sublimation spectrum to overdraw his psychic energy, he also had to consider the girl beside him.

and so.

Su Wen ended the conversation gently and naturally.

He put the notes he had just sifted from the Royal Society navigator Alexander Dalrymple into his bag.

Then he gracefully made a farewell gesture:

“Ms. Farmier.

If you expect the outcome of something to change.

I believe.

You will not regret our meeting today.

Goodbye.

Meanwhile, I wish you a sweet dream tonight.”

Hear him say that.

Miss Farmier lowered her head and turned the page she had just read:
"hope so."

Accompanied by the sound of the card swiping machine, Su Wen and Jiang Menghan walked out of the reading room door.

at the same time.

The lights in the entire reading room in Area B also gradually went out.

It was as if we had entered the real deep night.

With the rapid repairs by the logistics team and the emergency plan trauma team, the entire interior of the Veltins has been repaired.

Jiang Menghan and Su Wen were walking in the corridor on their way back.

The "St. John Frescoes" painted by Gentile Fabriano and Pisanello between 1427 and 1423, which were restored by modern American federal technology, are shrouded in glass gaslight, with a slight yellow luster.

At this moment, the entire ocean-going ship seemed to have completely sunk into the silent night.

Except for the subtle turning sound of the quartz clock hands.

The only sound in his ears was the sound of the waves quietly hitting the side of the boat.

The two returned to their VIP lounge.

There are 2 beds in the lounge.

Su Wen hung his coat in the cloakroom, and then he naturally put on his clothes and leaned calmly on the bed by the window.

Although he had known the Iceberg Girl for a long time, he probably had not had many experiences of living in the same house with her like this.

and so.

When she saw Jiang Menghan's slightly hesitant look.

He felt that there was no need to say much now.

He just considerately turned off the wall lamp and turned his gaze to the galaxy faintly visible outside the hazy fog of the Lost Sea outside the window.

Accompanied by the hissing sound of clothes behind him.

Su Wen felt that he could now perhaps even depict an extremely beautiful picture using only his consciousness and words.

perhaps.

This is youth.

He maintains a proper gentlemanly demeanor, but does not thereby become a saintly person.

The two of them gradually got closer to each other in tacit understanding.

To him, to Jiang Menghan.

Perhaps it's the most romantic thing.

"It's no problem anymore."

I heard Jiang Menghan's voice, which was cold but slightly shy.

Su Wen turned on the wall light switch near him.

Accompanied by the yellowish light of Victorian gas lamps.

The girl pulled the light grey sheet up to her chest.

At the same time, her long, pure black hair flowed down the European-style bed curtains.

Looking at such a quiet and beautiful scene, Su Wen couldn't help but smile gently:

"It's time to sleep."

“I want to hear one more story from you.

It seems that we rarely have the opportunity to talk about stories that we want to dream about before going to bed. "

"Yeah, because I usually go to bed late."

“But it’s probably not similar now.

You said that.

It was just a dream.”

“No, I just experienced it in the form of a dream.

If you think this description is just romantic but not realistic. I think.

I could come up with a more precise description.

As William Shakespeare wrote of that name:

Sonnet of the Night."

Su Wen continued:

"The memories of tonight are so beautiful, how could I just treat them as a dream?"

"Good answer."

Jiang Menghan snorted softly.

Then he answered gently.

“Remember to have a good dream.”

"I will."

As the lights went out, only the faint light from the porthole remained in the entire house.

Everything has quieted down.

Su Wen exited the virtual reality mode and instantly returned to the present world of Jiangnan from the future of the Lost Sea.

For Jiang Menghan, the entire trip was indeed a real dream that would never be forgotten.

And for him.

This journey starting from Detroit is also a dream from the observer.

He leaned against the bed by Yunzhou's window and looked into the distance.

at this time.

The sunset in the cold winter in the south of the Yangtze River has not yet been completely buried by the darkness.

The pale white new moon was printed on the upper side of the light blue sky, like a shallow scratch.

There was still a ray of residual glow on the edge of the skyline, like an endless abyss at the end of the earth, which absorbed the end of the remaining light into the boundless fog.

He silently watched the sunset sink into the south of the Yangtze River.

Then he ordered some takeout, leaned back on the headrest of his gaming chair, and clicked the continue game button.

At this time, the time-travelling game had also passed through the night and arrived at the early morning of the next day.

It was said to be early morning.

Covered by the thick mist of the Lost Sea.

Even the nit light flux emitted by stars would be weakened a lot, leaving only a hazy arc of light covering and spreading from the horizon.

“For the Lost Sea.

This is called 'dawn.'"

In the reading room of Area B.

Somewhere in front of the panoramic glass sunroof.

The short girl Famira said this in her scholar's robe while eating strawberry bread under a sign that read "Bring food in at rest."

This scene is in stark contrast to her indifferent expression.

Even Su Wen couldn't help but complain:

"Are you sure this is the place to have breakfast?"

Hear his question.

Famira answered without looking up:
“In fact, this is a hidden room in the reading room of Area B. As for the sign above my head.

It's just decoration.

Don’t worry about it. ”

Hear her say that.

Su Wen shrugged.

Then he smiled, looked at Jiang Menghan, and sat opposite Famira.

At this time, the boundless fog outside the porthole of the Veltins ocean-going ship had just begun to illuminate.

But Dawn of the Lost Sea is probably unlikely to attract people's attention.

So he picked up the fragrant and hot coffee at hand, took a sip, and asked calmly:
“We have plenty of time now.

Miss Familla.

Can you tell me your concerns?"

When the short lady heard his question, she ate her strawberry bread slowly and continued:

“Mr. Kevin.

I want to know your opinion on the Lost Sea.

In other words, this world can probably be considered the frontier of the known universe for mankind.

What is your view of those wanderers who are submerged in the dark side of history and are called "hidden", "lost" and "drifting"?
Your next answer will determine whether I am willing to cooperate with you."

This time.

After listening to Miss Famila's question.

Su Wen didn't think about it for too long.

after all.

He has witnessed too many stories about wanderers:
(End of this chapter)