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When playing in the ice park, Yan Xuexin’s biggest feeling was the sense of fragmentation in time and space.

Judging from the distribution of the entire ice park's buildings, the entire ice park is a seamless combination of buildings from several eras, creating a sense of time and space.

It is said that countless people who study ancient architecture are crazy about the buildings in the entire ice park, and even a research team has settled in the entire ice park.

On the Internet, there is already detailed research on each building.

The same is true for the story line of the entire ice park. Stories from different eras are mixed together, but it does not have the feeling of Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong, because they run parallel to each other and rarely overlap.

When you switch from one story line to another, you have a strong illusion of traveling through time and space.

This feeling fascinated Yan Xuexin.

And Yan Xuexin has done too many tasks, and found that although the tasks in each era are parallel to each other, they are not completely discrete. When you advance the story lines layer by layer, you find that there is a person at the center of all the story lines.

This person has never appeared before and has a completely different identity and background.

But his preferences, methods, style, and even his name...

They all reminded Yan Xuexin of a person strongly.

noob!

But this is normal, because this is Gu Xiaobai's industry, and in fact, all areas correspond to Gu Xiaobai's MV one-to-one.

Building a paradise with yourself as the protagonist is just a matter of having money and being willful.

Others are all kinds of technical bonuses. Because the park is so well done, it gives me this ridiculous feeling.

Yes, this is normal!

At least that's how Yan Xuexin convinced himself before, allowing himself to ignore all kinds of doubts.

But now, these doubts have come up together, and Yan Xuexin can no longer ignore them.

This is normal!

If the same person exists at different points in time in the ice park, what is the ice park?

Yan Xuexin felt that his knowledge could not give a reasonable explanation for this kind of thing.

Could it be that in fact, I am not traveling through different story lines, but traveling through different time and space?

No, no, no, impossible.

This is absolutely impossible.

But, how should the person in front of me explain it this way?

Usually at this time, Yan Xuexin would follow the "Occam's razor" theory and look for the simplest explanation.

Then use reason to convince yourself of the flash of inspiration.

But now, his rationality and his instinct were so inconsistent that he couldn't ignore it at all.

Facing the old swordsmith, he hesitated and asked: "Old man, may I ask... how long has it been since we last met?"

"How long has it been? It's been a long time..." The old man frowned, counted silently on his fingers for a moment, and said, "Oh, it's been thirty-two years before I knew it... No, the last time I saw you was

That time was in July, and it’s almost July now, so it will be thirty-three years ago.”

It's March now.

Yan Xuexin wanted to correct this, but he forced himself to accept a concept, that is, it is very likely that in the Dragon Palace on the sea, everyone's time is actually different.

For him, it only took more than an hour to escape from Wen Xiaowen's clutches, then take a boat to Eastern China to get here, but for the old man in front of him, thirty-three years had passed.

Is this ridiculous?

Not really.

If he did this task first and then went to the northern ice field, he would still be able to meet the young swordsmith from thirty-three years ago an hour later.

"Young man, it's rare to meet again. You are the first old friend I have seen in so many years. I have wine here. Do you want to hear me tell a story? A story I didn't finish last time."

Somehow, Yan Xuexin nodded: "Okay."

This time, Yan Xuexin was not doing it for the task, but for the story itself.

He really wanted to know what happened to this swordsmith.

"That was nearly forty years ago. That year, Peter the Great led his army to the Baltic Sea and began to attack Riga..."

In a somewhat stuffy blacksmith shop, under the gradually setting sun, a young man and an old man were sitting there quietly.

"...In this way, this young swordsmith and swordsman who longed for the legendary figure in his heart took over this task. At that time, he did not know that this was a task destined to be impossible..."

"From that day on, he has been following the footsteps of this legendary figure, following his legend, his traces, visiting countless of his admirers, his supporters and his remembrancers, watching countless

People were fascinated by him, couldn't sleep for him day and night, and worried about him, but he... never appeared."

"Ten years later, he traveled all over the west. Whether it was the ice fields in the north or the beaches in the south, he was everywhere. But the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found. Later, he heard that the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

He traveled to the far east, so he followed in his footsteps... Along the way, he encountered bandits, flash floods, and storms. It could be said that he had a narrow escape from death. Many times, he didn't even know

How did he survive? Maybe his mission was too important. There was a force watching him and protecting him."

"Finally, he came to this eastern continent, but found that there was no trace of that person's existence on this continent."

"At that moment, he was desperate. It took him several years to pick himself up again. He felt that no matter who he was, he would eventually have a place in this world and would always exist in a corner.

Even if he dies, there will still be bones after all, not to mention that he himself is not dead yet, so how could such a legendary figure die in an unknown corner?"

"After searching for decades, he finally gave up and even came up with the idea of ​​dying here, so he bought a small blacksmith shop and became a blacksmith."

"Sometimes, he would think about why he should take on such a task. His parents have grown old, and the girl he fell in love with may have grown old in the distance. His life is just to convey a message to one person.

words, but this person is a ghost that does not exist."

"He has gone through so much just to... convey a message?" Yan Xuexin asked.

If this was a novel, Yan Xuexin would probably complain that the plot was not reasonable at all, but now the facts were before him.

"Yes, just to deliver a word, a young man's life was ruined." The old swordsmith said: "Perhaps, not just for a word, but also for the illusory royal honor and a promise from the emperor.

The glory and wealth it brought...but later, these were no longer important."

"This is a mission, but in the end it has surpassed the mission itself and become an obsession. There are some things that you don't want to give up once you start. And there are some people, the more you pursue them, the more you want to see them,

See if everything you have done is worth it. If you can't see him, then everything you have paid before will be in vain."

"You don't want everything to be in vain, so you will keep pursuing it until you die..."

Having said this, the swordsmith looked up at Yan Xuexin and asked: "Young man, have you ever pursued a goal that you can never achieve?"

Yan Xuexin thought about it seriously and said: "Actually, I have been pursuing goals that may never be achieved all my life."

In this world, everyone's goals seem to be never attainable.

It’s just that they are always optimistic that they can achieve it, or they are unwilling to admit that they will never be able to achieve it.

Isn’t this the case for Yan Xuexin himself?

For example, defeating Gu Xiaobai in the school song competition; such as surpassing Gu Xiaobai in music; such as technology, academics, everywhere...

Now it seems that none of them are possible.

The swordsmith said: "Then don't become a coward like me."

Yan Xuexin had mixed feelings in his heart.

To the swordsmith, Tonight Bai, who can never be chased, is a phantom.

And for him, what he is chasing is also a phantom?

But will he stop searching?

I'm afraid not.

Never will.

At this moment, Yan Xuexin had a feeling that he was not doing a task, but pursuing his own heart.

"Old man, actually I can help you find the person you want to find." Yan Xuexin looked at the old man and said.

"Actually, I have found the person I am looking for."

"Found it?" Yan Xuexin was stunned.

"Yes, after three hundred years." The old man showed a smile, "Three hundred years later, it will reach the hands of the person it belongs to, and I will eventually return to my hometown and be buried in my hometown.

…”

"Actually, I miss my hometown all the time, and I always dream about going back there. Although things and people there have changed, I really want to go back... But I am afraid, I really

So scared... What should I do if I die on the road? What if he comes back after I leave? What if I am destined to miss him? Is my life meaningless? I have paid so much

What are you doing so much for..."

"But now, I'm not afraid anymore. Because I won't miss it after all, because I will definitely be able to go back, because I have already met the person I want to see..."

"What...does he look like?" Yan Xuexin asked.
To be continued...