As Agares finished speaking.
Jiang Si felt as if struck by lightning, a sudden and sharp rebuke. She looked up at him, unable to recover for a long time.
yes.
For her, the ancient Earth of China in the Milky Way galaxy more than 3,000 years ago was the country she lived in.
It was the brilliant civilization she had witnessed.
It is her hometown.
It is her country.
It was the place she was proud of, the place she once relied on for survival.
Her feelings for her, the indelible affection she held for her deepest bones, were innate and indescribable.
As Agares said, the people of the Abel system simply regarded ancient Earth as their second home for the propagation of their race.
But for her, it was her hometown, the hometown she grew up in and truly lived in.
Her hometown is like a treasure, and she is like a child hiding that treasure, wanting others to see it, yet fearing that others will belittle or insult her.
Agares gazed at his young wife, who was looking up at him, and said in a low, deep voice, "Jiang Jiang, you don't need to be afraid. A civilization, a piece of history, its true demise is when no one remembers it, when it is sealed underground, when it is buried deep, when it is corrupted and no trace can be found."
"But as long as this civilization, this history, is remembered, and as long as it has written language, and has not been corrupted, as long as its traces remain, it will not truly perish. Even if you bring it back to the world, presenting it in the language people know, even if it is in the past tense, it still has life, vitality, and brilliance."
Jiang Si snapped out of her daze, sat up straight, clenched her fingers into a fist, and said, "You're right. I like her. I understand her better than anyone else. I have the best innate advantage. I have a lot of written records about her."
"I want to bring her to life and present her to the world, to give her life, and to let others feel her magnificent charm and brilliance."
Agares' lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile: "Alright, come and eat. Only when you're full will you have the energy to give her life."
"Okay." Jiang Si jumped off the bed, took the food from Agares's hand, went to the sofa, and started eating.
Agares watched as she stuffed her mouth full, like a greedy kitten, and silently curled the corners of his mouth. He picked up the book she had thrown on the bed, as well as her translations on the computer, and walked to the desk, where he sat down.
After finishing her meal and rinsing her mouth, Jiang Si carried a bunch of washed grapes to her desk. Seeing Agares referring to the book and the tablet, she asked, "Can you understand this?"
Agares turned his head, raised his eyes, and said truthfully, "I understand it but not quite, and I'm not sure what I'm doing. However, I've already scanned the entire book into my personal computer. When you're translating, you can just translate directly after the sentences; you don't need to check them one by one."
"Also, don't you know that as long as you connect the headset and switch to mind control mode, the words you think of will be automatically printed into the document on your computer?"
ah.
In interstellar society more than 3,000 years later, has the mind-control model truly been realized?
She recalled that in their time, there was a concept system, and the accuracy and popularity of written text were not very high.
So... the accuracy and adoption rate are very high now?
Jiang Si quickly moved closer to Agares, as excited as a child: "How do I operate it? How do I operate it?"
A fluffy head, smelling of grass and wood, nestled close to Agares' chin. Agares tilted his head slightly, retrieved an earpiece from his spatial storage, and put it on his little wife's ears. He was just about to get up to make room for her...
Unexpectedly, his young wife had already squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of him, the scent of grass and trees suddenly becoming stronger.
"Sit back a bit."
Jiang Si is particularly interested in expressing what she thinks through her mind.
There was only one chair in front of the desk. Agares was sitting there, but she had nowhere to sit, so she urged Agares to sit back, saying she would make do with any corner she could find.
Agares took a deep breath, his eyes swirling with emotion, and leaned back.
Jiang Si saw that there was a seat available and sat down.
Agares was right behind her, and the way they were positioned made it look as if Agares was holding her in his arms.
"How do you play this?" Jiang Si stared at the computer screen. Since she wasn't pressed against the chest of the person behind her, she naturally couldn't feel their strong heartbeat and hot breath.
Agares moved his stiff body and stretched out his arm: "Click this button, then turn on the mind mode, go back to the page you want to translate, click on the tag above, and whatever you think about will appear."
Is that amazing?
As soon as Jiang Si thought of those four words, the boss immediately exclaimed, "So amazing!"
Jiang Si, like a country bumpkin or a myna bird, exclaimed, "Really? That's great! This book on the five thousand years of Chinese history, if I get serious, I can probably finish it in three to five days."
Once you've got it sorted out, you'll have a lot of money.
Mr. Jin will also send her many Chinese things.
Wow, I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm rich!
“You’ve certainly struck it rich.” Agares tapped the tablet with his hand: “Your brain is very active; you’re obsessed with getting rich.”
Well?
Jiang Si gasped. Her, her, her imagination had just turned into words and appeared on the computer board. Ugh, her current imagination was also appearing on the computer board.
Jiang Si shifted her position awkwardly, realizing that she was overthinking things because there weren't enough seats available.
The Imperial Marshal, who had witnessed her remarkable mental activity, became even more rigid.
The person sitting in his lap moved back, forcing him to sit even further back until there was nowhere left to retreat, and the heartless person kept pushing him.
"Ugh, I need to concentrate." Jiang Si realized that if she didn't concentrate, all her imagined complaints would appear on the brainboard. However, her current position was a bit cramped, and the chair was a little uncomfortable...
Her active mind said: "The chair is a bit uncomfortable," which immediately turned into text on the brainboard.
Agares, who was sitting in front of her, narrowed his eyes slightly. With his strong arms, he picked up his wife who was sitting in front of him, stood up, and put her in a chair: "You need to concentrate so that you can translate quickly. I'm going to the restroom. You go ahead and do your work."
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