When I saw this year every year, I only said "Hello" and could not continue.

Nick also answered "Hello", his tone was more sincere and polite than Yongnian, but he was also a little unfamiliar with pretentiousness, just like his stiff smile.

Shisui nodded to Nick, his eyes lingered on Nian's face for a moment, turned around before she avoided her sight, raised her hand and pointed to the direction of the bow of the ship.

"It's almost time to get to the exit, do you want to go and have a look?"

Walking from the stern to the bow of the boat, the river water slammed the side of the boat, and the quiet and wet breeze came towards us, blowing the slight light from afar to the dark waterway, intermittently connecting to the pointed bow of the boat.

Looking along the thin shimmer, a white dot the size of a coin hung at the end of the water, making the stone walls on all sides become darker and hard to tell.

I raised my hand every year and clamped the white dot with my fingers. The size of the coin became the size of a ping-pong ball, which was brighter.

The ship was fast and the darkness was being pushed away.

Itsui walked to her side, looked back every year, and found Nick who had taken the wrong steps. He was relieved, but he was still a little embarrassed.

Her choice of the two words just now was too hasty and stiff. Compared with its effectiveness for others, more language was therefore stuck in her own throat, mixing up what she wanted to say and what she didn't want to say.

Nick sighed silently, leaned against the side of the boat, humming a soft tune, which moved a little bit of the dull air between Nian and Ai Sui.

"I haven't seen you for several days, what are you busy with?" Shi Sui asked.

"Busy sleeping and dreaming." With the preparation, I found that many things have become easier to say every year.

"What did you dream about?" Shi Sui asked.

"Some past events." Niannian smiled.

Shisui looked at the exit of the waterway, and noisy voices and footsteps came from the cabin. The players trapped in boredom finally found the exit with white light and were rushing to the deck to look around.

Nick frowned and was about to drive out the person. Sanchishui shouted and came to see the president. Song Qing yawned until Shisui was about to talk to him, but Shisui spoke first, and she didn't know who she was looking at.

"Is it considered a past event when I met me at Tongtian Tower that day?"

Every Nian had already walked up to Nick, suppressing his eager knife helplessly, turning his head and smiling at Shisui, "Not count."

"I talked to us easily and plainly, but I was still timid when I saw the real person."

Nick stepped on the deck of another boat and poked Nian's face. "I thought you changed the core, but then changed the skin?"

Although the amplitude is not large, it has indeed grown a little taller every year. Although this speed is not eye-catching, it is obviously not within the scope of normal people.

"What should I say? Just say 'We actually have no brother-sister relationship'?" Niannian patted his hands away and replied angrily.

"Nothing is the simplest and most practical," Nick shook his head. "I knew you hadn't made any progress since you insisted on explaining this matter in person."

Nian Nian scratched her head, "Where did you see this?"

She has lived several times now, so why does she feel that she doesn’t know much more than Nick?

"It can be seen from your stupid look." Nick hid back at the right time, avoiding the claws that were scratching every year. "Little boy, do you need a cat scratch board?"

"If you need it, go find it for me." Nian Young hummed, glanced around and knocked on a certain boat board, "Come out, I didn't overheard anything useful, are you sad?"

"Did you see me on purpose?" Simire froze out of her body again and said quietly.

"I know you won't give up easily, and it's not a part that needs to be concealed, so I'll let you satisfy your desire to see through your own selfishness."

While speaking, the players on the ship had already crawled out of the cabin one after another. Fortunately, Nick was so famous that no one dared to approach the three of them for the time being, but they were just whispering.

He walked to the stern of the boat every year, and Simier followed him step by step, looking a little submissive. Nick twitched and caught up with the two of them.

This girl can only pretend to be a big shot when she is stern about this person, and she can't be cruel to those who are a little closer. Perhaps the person she can be the one who is the most ruthless to target is herself.

It was indeed useful to ask Dion to explain to Shisui the general situation of the past two days. It was also necessary for him to exercise his guardian rights with a shameless face. Otherwise, he might compromise between words and conversations, delay the matter and make a mess, and then put it aside.

"Then are you going to tell me directly now?"

When Nick walked to the end of the bed, he heard Simire ask quietly, and replied softly every year.

"Well, after listening to it, you, or that Albert, can do it, go and be a melody."

Nick looked at the "big man" who showed his words and felt helpless, "What do you do if you say so much, can you explain this kind of thing clearly?"

"Well," Simire hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Actually, I don't think there is any need to say anything more. Emotional issues have always been subjective. If you say he doesn't listen, if he says you don't listen, you don't listen. This is normal."

"Is it okay to listen to me?" Niannian glared at Nick, "I want to know something else, and it's not convenient to ask in person now."

"What's up?"

"Mianmian has been dead for several years, but as far as I know, it was Sui who waited for her family to receive her memory chips recently."

After saying it every year, he looked at Simere.

"I don't remember having any other content left." She thought about it and chose a suitable expression. "Mianmian had similar 'last words' or to-do matters, and now it seems that the content of this memory chip is extremely incomplete."

"Do you think someone edited it and sent it?" Simire was shocked and asked quickly, "I just sent it recently? When was it?"

"It was less than a week after I came to Huaxia District." Every year recalled.

At that time, they were all in Zanghua Valley. After three-foot water was taken off the line, they came back and said that someone left a box at the door of Shisui's house. A few days ago, Shisui mentioned the box medical record and memory chip again. Every year, it is estimated that these two "boxes" should be the same thing.

"It's such a coincidence." Simir said suspiciously.

"I feel so too, and I don't like the word coincidence very much." Every Nian responded lightly with a solemn look.

There is only one person who knows that he can contact and extract and edit the memory data she saved at that time in her memory and cognition.

Dr. Walton.

"I'll talk about this question later. I'll tell you a story first. Remember to repeat it word by word, and then ask what he knows and what he doesn't know." Nian Nian reminded.

Knowing how the memory chip was edited, you may be able to infer the intention of the person who sent the box of things, and then guess who the person is.

Although for every year, this answer is infinitely close to known.

"Well, OK, no problem, I will definitely do it."

Simire immediately sat cross-legged on the deck, took out the paper and pen, thought about it and pushed it to Nian Nian with a kettle, eagerly looking forward to her story.

Nick kicked away Simire's kettle with disgust, leaving a pile of fruits, standing aside from not far or near, and also raising his ears.

He jumped on the side of the boat every year and sat down, shook his legs, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "The matter starts with Mianmian's father sending her to H country."

The story is not long, and it saves a lot of psychological activities every year. It took only a dozen minutes to end the heart-to-heart talks. If the fruits had not occupied her mouth, the time would have been shortened by half.

Although it is extremely simple, the many key links in it also left the two listeners speechless for a long time.

Nick finally understood why she looked like that when he first saw Nian in the forest that day, and why she forgot him later.

Simere did not meet every year as early as Nick, and his emotional fluctuations quickly stabilized. He also suppressed his curiosity about various technical issues and urged him.

"What happened to you later? How did you come here?"

"Later," Niannian swallowed her last bite of apple, stretched her neck and looked at the bright waterway exit in front of her, and heard the cheers of the players coming from the boat ahead, "Just come here."

Simere drooped his head, put away his paper and pen, and slapped the dust that did not exist on his robe amid the cheers that followed on the ship.

He knew that the most critical part was not so easy to find out.

"Okay, remember to go to work. We have already left the waterway. There are other things to do next."

I jumped off the side of the boat every year and was about to walk towards the bow of the boat, but suddenly I stopped.

The cheers on the two ships suddenly turned into silence.

Nick and Simire also noticed something strange and looked at the sky that suddenly burst into sight, but only saw hundreds of pairs of golden eyes, looking at them without blinking.

The blue sky and clouds leaked out from the gaps stacked by these giants, and the dragon's wings passed by, covering the last ray of sky light.

Darkness has come again.
Chapter completed!