my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 164 He's Really Not the Crying Bag She's Familiar With...

He chuckled, and there was a rare look of shyness between his brows and eyes.

is this him?People whose face is bigger than the lid of the pot, will be shy?

I just heard him say again, "This tower is one of the world's three strange towers with the same name as the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Eiffel Tower. It has stood for thousands of years, but now it is slowly tilting. Human civilization has developed so far, and I don't know how many towers have been created. Miracles and treasures, some of which we can still see, some of which have disappeared in the long river of history, those that have been recorded in historical materials and studied, can still leave traces, and some, future generations do not even know that they existed in this world. When I was young, I studied ancient poetry, and the spring breeze did not pass through Yumen Pass. At that time, I thought, what kind of place should Yumen Pass be? Very disappointed. Another example is my mother, and our grandpa. Now of course we still remember their appearance, remember their voices, know how they laugh and how they behave when they are angry, but our children What about children’s children? If they ask about grandma and great-grandfather, we can only draw an abstract outline for them with poor language. If we are gone, no one will know what they look like, even , as time goes by, no one knows that there was such a person in this world..."

His voice is actually very nice, usually noisy and noisy, but once he speaks seriously, his voice quality becomes clear and soft. In the Sanskrit sound of the temple, listening to him speak like this is like listening to him reciting a prose Poetry, gradually entering the country, is actually a little sad...

He stopped in time, squeezed her hand and smiled, "Are you a little sad?"

She looked down and shook her head.

Grandma Xin sees it even more clearly, "No, the cycle of life and death, people going and going out, are all natural laws, there is nothing to be sad about, and our loved ones who have left don't need others to remember, and we, of course, will always remember it. In my heart, silly boy, don't be sad."

"Yes!" He continued, "Individual life and death, existence and demise, in the whole macroscopic history, are insignificant like a speck of dust, which will disperse in one breath, but they are important to our own family, so, I made a grandfather, but there is too little data and too little content. Wanwan, grandma, I will collect the data of all of us in the future. After many years, we will be old and technology will be more advanced at that time. Our family There will be many of us, young, middle-aged, and old, and we will let them out whenever we want to see ourselves, and then the house will be full of excitement!"

Grandma Xin couldn't help laughing when she heard it, but Xin Wan thought of another picture: Are you old?When she and he were gray-haired, they sat in rocking chairs to see how they themselves went through this life?

He went on to say, "Let's not mention this for now, this is a small talk, let's go back to the previous topic. We never know what will happen tomorrow, maybe, maybe one day Notre Dame de Paris will be gone , Maybe one day the old streets we often go to will change their appearance. What I want to do is to build a cultural heritage database. In this era of digital technology, many cultural heritages, such as the Forbidden City, such as Dunhuang, etc. There are already VR digital museums in scenic spots. The tower we see now is also building a VR museum, but I want to build a huge database, which covers all cultural heritages, ranging from key cultural relics to small ones. A certain corner we passed while walking in the alley. Tracing back to the past, recording the present, and bridging the gaps in history. This is a very urgent matter for me, like a race against time, lest we slow down one step, we will I was left behind by time, but this is a very time-consuming and labor-intensive task. We already have many colleagues who are building VR pavilions in major scenic spots, but due to manpower and material resources or other reasons, some are smaller. There is no time to collect data on less famous cultural heritage. We will visit a few temples in the next few days. Grandma said that the sculptures inside have been weathered and damaged. I am afraid that our steps will not be able to keep up with the speed of weathering, so I may Will pay more attention to this.”

Xin Wan looked up at him. At this time, he had already taken off his sunglasses and mask. The sun shone on his flawed face, which was still as white as jade with a faint golden light.

She couldn't believe that this was Su Rongzhen, the bully back then, and Su Rongzhen, the little bastard back then.The distance in the Pacific Ocean separated not only the ten years between her and him, but also her understanding of him.

He is really not the crying bag she is familiar with...

　Our crying bag is actually just a naughty boy character, and it is only such a naughty boy among the closest people. This naughty boy character will probably not change until he is 80 years old. Well, I believe that when he is 80 years old, he will definitely be with his second brother. There is a common language... But, he is not a person who only knows how to be naughty, he also has his own thoughts and revenge~~See you tomorrow~
　　
　
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