Chapter 35 postscript

It was a summer night with a beautiful moonlight, and a pleasant evening breeze blew from the window, which also brought the smell of fresh grass. "Did you save Ziqing in the end?" I asked. I feel sorry for him, it's really not a beautiful love story. He sat on a tree and looked at the cigarette I handed him. He doesn't smoke, he has quit for several years. He just put the cigarette on the branch and left it there, silently watching it burn itself to death. "After I died, the M chip in my head stopped working naturally. The automatic locking system of the chip in Ziqing's brain detected that my brainwaves disappeared, so it stopped working, and slowly returned to Ziqing's original brainwaves." He said. Said with relief.

"Is Ziqing okay?" I asked, lying on the rattan chair, typing on the Powerbook G8. "Well, I was discharged after two months of rest." He closed his eyes, as if returning to the past. He played with a scarlet cotton thread repeatedly in his hand, knotted it, and untied it again. Regarding the story of the red thread in his hand, I remember writing one more than twenty years ago. "So you became a Yuelao, looking for a good man for Ziqing from now on?" I asked. "Quite the opposite," he said. "Huh?" I stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at him curiously.

"I am an irresponsible and rebellious Yuelao." He said thoughtfully: "No one can decide the direction of love, no one has the power to control love, people can't, M chip can't, Yuelao can't. " I get it, I'm a novelist after all. "So you cut every red thread tied to Ziqing's body, just to let her enjoy a completely pure love." I looked at the love-severing knife on his waist. "That's right." He smiled. "Not only that, but I cut all the red threads I saw. That's what I was doing when I was old." "You're not going to reincarnate anyway, are you?" I laughed.

"No." He took a deep breath: "I'm waiting for Ziqing, and I hope that Ziqing will still be with me in my life map in the next life." My eyes are wet. "How is Ziqing doing now?" I asked. "Just gave birth to a daughter last month, very happy." He said with a warm smile on his face. "That's great." I smiled. "That's great." He smiled. "Maybe in your next life, you have already learned to bless." I said, typing this sentence into the computer. "Goodbye." He got up and waved me goodbye. "Goodbye, remember to say hello to them for me." I said loudly, he nodded and disappeared into the night sky.

I leaned against the window and looked at a couple of moon elders who were chatting on the roof in the distance.Up to now, the control of love is still tied to Yuelaojie. I have some doubts. Could it be that the Yuelao community was responsible for the unprovoked crash of the SONY satellite?In order to compete with humans for the control of love, the moon elders simply kicked down the satellite carrying the radio wave of the M chip? And what about Maeno?Will we invent chips that don't require satellite positioning and continue to hunt for one-night stands? Where is Ken?Did he finally rescue the half-mad and half-asleep Jia Ling?

"Will this be another story?" I said to myself, thinking whether to write a poignant love story between him and Ziqing, or a dark and terrifying love story? It was late at night. The smoke on the branches was still burning.