Wow.
Chi Yu zoomed in and out with two fingers, looking at the photo and then at the caption. Was this the character for "home" that he recognized?
The photo was definitely taken by Sheh, but thinking of her cold face, Chi Yu wondered if Shi Jinzhe had begged her to take it.
Shech really doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do something like this.
Every time Chi Yu saw her, he felt that she was like an observer who was indifferent to everyone else, and the few visible emotional fluctuations she showed only came from eating and the passing of time.
It's like a vase, but not the kind of vase that represents a certain type of person. Rather, it's a magical vase that's placed in a museum, dug out of the ground, and can bear witness to history. It's a vase that's not on the same level as humans.
Sometimes I really want to ask Shi Jinzhe if Shehe is the mysterious master he dug out from the mountains.
Pressing the little red heart, Chi Yu opened the WeChat group and changed the group name of the Fan-Shaped Diagram Reserve to [Scholars Forming a Group to Go to the Capital for the Imperial Examination].
He no longer wants to be a domineering CEO; he wants to encounter a beautiful and quirky fairy and have an epic romance!
Aside from the time difference, only Shi Jinzhe, a night owl who stays up late, saw this group name.
I'm speechless.
I wonder what Chi Yu was imagining.
Seeing the 99+ message notifications, he thought it was a photo he had posted, but when he clicked on it, he found that it was posted by Sheikh.
Shi Jin stood there staring for a long time, until Shehe couldn't help but scratch the sheet with his fingernails and ask, "Did I send the wrong thing?"
"No, I just..."
"only?"
"It's just a hair's breadth away from going insane."
Shi Jinzhe took a step forward, opened his arms to hug Shehe, and after pinning her down, he rubbed his face against her neck, and the two of them sank into the bed together.
Shekh: "If you're not crazy yet, try to be normal. I haven't let life overwhelm me, but you're making it hard for me to breathe."
"When has life ever overwhelmed you? If you're always struggling to breathe, what about others?"
"Of course you have." Shekh slapped Shi Jinzhe hard on the back. "What kind of good life do you have without me? Every time I enter the game, I'm suffering the hardships of life."
"It's my fault. Next time you go in, blow up the dungeon, and then we'll both come out."
"You're so arrogant."
"Home can't be left behind." Shi Jinzhe tightened his arms, his waist almost breaking from Shehe's grip.
"But I watched a movie last week called Up."
"...If you don't want to talk to me, you don't have to."
“Don’t be so childish.” Shekh followed up with a very innocent question: “Can you build me a luxurious flying treehouse? I want to sleep in the sky.”
Does taking you on a plane count?
Shekh closed his eyes: "Go to sleep."
This happens more quickly in dreams.
When Shi Jinzhe heard that she was not moving, he got up and touched her face. "She's really asleep."
"Pretend to be asleep." Shekh lay back on the pillow. "Go turn off the light. I really need to sleep."
After a day of sightseeing, with her mind and body both working, she wanted to sleep soundly, not to indulge in the nightly revelry of Shi Jinzhe.
As the time came to a close, she turned off the light and lay down, saying, "You are such an inspiring wife."
From big houses to high-speed rail, and now even houses that can fly, his goals are getting higher and higher, all driven by the desire to help Shekh realize his dreams.
Who knows what outrageous request she might make next? With a self-torturing anticipation, I eventually drifted off to sleep.
...
North Africa has many sunny days, and the next day the two went to Aswan to visit the Abu Simbel temples under the bright sunshine.
The four statues of Ramses II, carved into the cliff face, are majestic and appear to be gilded under the sunlight.
There were few visitors in the afternoon. As Shekh walked past the statue, he said to Shi Jinzhe, "It's more beautiful than the pyramids, and it's not as formal."
Two days ago in Cairo, they were walking on the street, a perfectly legal couple being restricted like secret lovers having an affair.
The two didn't hire a guide and just wandered around the place at their own pace. No one bothered them, and they were in a great mood while taking photos.
Shekh, with his sharp eyes, spotted a couple taking a selfie, their arms bent as they snapped the photos. "Could we have someone take a picture of us?" he said.
Shi Jinzhe hesitated: "I don't trust others..."
He's not keen on having others film Shekh properly.
"Forget it then. Just post it and let people think I brought a servant with me."
Shi Jinzhe succumbed to this reason: "I'll take the picture."
He found the couple, who were very helpful and took several photos. When they returned the camera, they said, "Your photos turn out great no matter what you do, you don't even need to find the right angle."
Shi Jinzhe: "Thank you, you flatter me."
Shech got used to saying thank you and repeated it as well.
The four chatted for a while, and Shi Jin asked if there were any recommended places.
The man said East Africa is an option, but the infrastructure is much worse. He said it's fine for a romantic wedding, but if you're looking for excitement, you can go; the wildlife there is truly addictive.
After making a note of the time, he parted ways with the couple and continued his tour with Sher.
Just a few dozen meters from the Great Temple, there is a smaller temple called the Temple of Hathor, which is said to have been built for Nefertari, Ramses II’s most beloved wife and first queen.
“It was very rare for any pharaoh in ancient Egypt to have his queen stand at the same level as him when carving statues.”
Shi Jinzhe looked at the stone statue. "It is said that her name means the most beautiful woman, so there is a sentence on the tombstone that says 'The sun rises for you.'"
He said to Shekh, “Because of this inscription, because of the statue of the same height, the statement written on the papyrus that as long as the Nile River continues to flow and the sun continues to shine, my devotion to you will never disappear has been taken as his declaration of exclusive favor to this queen.”
Shehra gave a long, drawn-out "hmm," seemingly uninterested.
Shi Jin folded the umbrella and tilted it to one side, then saw her expression clearly in the shadows and asked, "You don't seem to like it very much."
“Look in that direction.” Shekh’s gaze fell on the left wall of the Great Temple, where a relief mural was displayed.
"The above is a record of this pharaoh marrying the Hittite princess, but the princess did not have this name."
Shi Jinzhe remained silent, because his sixth sense told him that Sherlock Holmes, this master of realism, was about to shatter the fairytale romance he was about to tell.
Sure enough, she turned her head back, looked up at the murals, and continued, "And this pharaoh's fourth wife was his daughter Melitamon with Nefertari."
Shi Jinzhe nodded helplessly, "As expected of you."
His attempt at romance failed. He hadn't expected Sheikh to be so diligent in her self-study; she already knew the true history, so there was no need for him to continue.
I wanted to add a touch of romance to this trip, but Sheikh turned around and threw it away, the sour taste making Shi Jin's throat itch.
Shekh pulled his hand down. "I don't mean to spoil your fun, but there's no need for these embellished fairy tales. We can listen to our own love stories."
She kissed Shi Jinzhe on the cheek, saying, "I have this too."
"..."
Shi Jinzhe really wanted to say that the temple was destroyed by you when you woke up, and he couldn't find a single intact stone to carve the story.
Isn't this just empty promises?
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