Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The bathroom door opened, white mist surged, and Gu Xiaoman came out wearing a white bathrobe and wiping her wet hair.

Putting the towel on the sofa casually, Gu Xiaoman walked behind Li Ningyu in front of the desk again and found that the two words were still on the white draft paper.

"Haven't you started yet?"

Putting her white fingers on Li Ningyu's thin shoulders, Gu Xiaoman asked softly.

"It's not that easy, I just thought of the direction."

"Then take your time. Don't be in a hurry. Maybe after you finish your research, you can go down in history."

Li Ningyu shook her head gently. "It's difficult. This is all I can think of right now. But the more I think about it, the more scared I feel."

"Afraid?" Li Ningyu looked around, "What are you afraid of?"

"Insignificant, I suddenly felt myself. No, I should say that the entire human race and even the earth we live on are insignificant and insignificant."

Gu Xiaoman gently pressed her fingers on Li Ningyu's shoulder without saying a word, letting time pass slowly.

After a few minutes, Li Ningyu screwed the cap on the pen, leaned lazily back in the chair, and exhaled hard.

"You're not going to write anymore?"

"I can't write it. I think too highly of myself. Now it's not easy to think of these two words."

"Civilized? What do you think?"

"Well, can our Chinese civilization survive a hundred years later?" Li Ningyu said in a deep voice. Although his voice was not loud, it was indeed very powerful.

Gu Xiaoman's grip suddenly increased in strength.

Li Ningyu's words also made her feel heavy.

"I wonder if anyone will still wear the cheongsam you're wearing a hundred years from now?" Li Ningyu asked again. Pushing along the gaps in the muscles with her fingers, Gu Xiaoman casually said, "There will definitely be people wearing it, and the style may be adjusted."

"If the Japanese won the war, would they allow these to exist? Not just cheongsams, but other things as well."

Li Ningyu whispered, "Slowly, our things will slowly disappear in the long river of history. A hundred years may be too short, but what about ten thousand years?"

"what"

Gu Xiaoman let out a low cry of surprise, and reached out and touched Li Ningyu's forehead.

"I don't have a fever, I'm just overthinking."

"Well," Gu Xiaoman withdrew her hand, "You are right. If our Chinese things remain the same as they are now, they will slowly disappear and eventually disappear completely."

“If it disappears, it means the demise of a civilization.”

Li Ningyu spoke softly, with no emotion in her tone, as if she was narrating an ordinary passage from a textbook.

The force on Gu Xiaoman's fingers became much lighter. Although Li Ningyu didn't say much, it strengthened her determination to carry the revolution through to the end.

"We Chinese are just one race on Earth. What if we expand it to the entire human race?"

Li Ningyu murmured softly, as if talking to herself, or as if asking a question.

"Human?" Gu Xiaoman frowned slightly. "I really can't answer you about this."

"Well, my current horizons can only see this far. Human beings are my limitations. I still can't think beyond the boundaries of human beings. Edogawa obviously said that I should expand the scale, probably to let me jump out of the scope of human beings and think from a higher position."

"Ah~~" Gu Xiaoman sighed softly, "My little Yu'er, you should just be a decent person." (End of this chapter)