I weave fate in parallel time and space

Britannia is an interesting country.

Because of the relationship with Beizhou Country, the culture of this country is very diverse.

So at the same time, this country celebrates both Christmas and Spring Festival.

For Mycroft's family, his mother is part Han ancestry, so this festival is also important.

So after returning from Egypt, he returned to the professor's living quarters of the Royal Academy of Britannia without stopping.

The first thing that catches the eye is the bright red couplets at the door. The pen is vigorous and the font is full, which means the good fortune of the New Year and gives people a feeling of joy.

He opened his door.

The hall was much busier than before.

On the window sill of the living room, several bouquets of carefully selected New Year flowers bloomed, emitting a faint fragrance and adding a bit of vitality to the room.

In the center of the table, an elaborate reunion dinner table is placed in the center, filled with various delicacies and rice cakes, which symbolize good luck.

On the wall, a large pendant with the character "福" is particularly eye-catching, with round and smooth fonts and bright colors. Even the Christmas tree left over from the previous Christmas was not wasted. Instead, it was hung with Chinese knots and looked red at first glance.

Sherlock was already sitting on the sofa eating peanuts, and Watson was sitting beside him.

Obviously, Watson didn't have a good relationship with his family, so he came here with Sherlock to spend the Spring Festival.

In addition, there are many professors from nearby, all of whom are friends of Mycroft's father. They don't seem to have a very good relationship with their family, so they also choose to come here to have some fun.

"Hey." Sherlock joked when he saw Mycroft pushing the door open, "It's really a rare visitor."

"This is my home too," Mycroft said.

"Who knows." Sherlock shrugged, "You didn't even come back for Christmas."

"Sherlock!" Peggy said displeasedly, akimbo, "Tonight is New Year's Eve, don't talk to your brother like that."

Sherlock opened his eyes to avoid Peggy's gaze.

Peggy walked towards Mycroft and said happily, "I'm so happy to have you back, my dear. We are all sad that you are not here for Christmas."

She stepped forward and hugged Mycroft.

"Sorry, Mom." Mycroft lowered his head and said, "You know, there is a lot of overtime where I work."

"What kind of company doesn't even take Christmas off?" Peggy said unhappily, "Isn't that still a government company? Give me your boss's phone number and I'll tell him in person!"

Sherlock couldn't help laughing for a moment, "Mom, his boss may not be able to answer your call."

Berg actually knew something about Mycroft's work, but Peggy didn't have a particularly intuitive view of it. She just thought that her son was a civil servant working in the government.

Mycroft has only one boss, and that is the country's top leader.

There was a trace of confusion on Paige's face. She seemed to want to say something else, but Mycroft spoke.

"This will never happen again. I will come on time every Christmas."

"In fact, you don't have to come back." Sherlock said, "I have to say that Christmas without you is indeed a lot cleaner."

"Sherlock!" Peggy shouted.

Charlotte closed her mouth in embarrassment.

Watson looked at Mycroft and then at Sherlock, and he joked, "Your relationship is much more interesting than my brother and I."

"Interesting?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft and said undeniably, "It's really not that boring to have an enemy like this."

Mycroft walked towards the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa at the other end who was chatting with his father.

He is not tall and his forehead is very smooth, like a smooth wall. However, after time polishing, deep wrinkles still appear between the smooth skin, like concave lines carved on stone. Lines cannot be erased. His eyes revealed a look of wisdom, very profound, as if he had seen through all the scientific truths in the universe.

There is a figure-eight wrinkle under his tall nose, and below it is a beard as dense as grass.

His clothes are also very simple, with baggy pants and a singlet, giving people a casual feel.

Mycroft walked over and stretched out his hand to him.

"Hello, Mr. Einstein."

Yes, Einstein was good friends with Borg because he lived next door and he was also a professor at the Royal Academy of Britannia.

However, because Mycroft is very busy at work, today is the first time for him to meet this legendary scientist.

"I have admired your name for a long time." Mycroft said happily, "I have read all your papers, and your understanding of time and space amazes me."

"Hello." Einstein stretched out his hand, "I also heard Borg mention you. He said you were very smart."

After a pause, he said, "Not everyone can understand my paper."

"I have a question." Mycroft continued, "You said that time is irreversible in your past theory of relativity, but you overturned this in subsequent papers. You said that there is the possibility of time travel in this world. ” ˆ ˆ “There is nothing wrong with the fact that time in the macroscopic world is irreversible.” Einstein replied patiently, “The rules of the microscopic world are completely different from those of the macroscopic world. I prefer to call this “ "Innovation" means improvement based on this basis, not "overthrow." ""

"I understand, it is the recently popular quantum mechanics, right?" Mycroft asked, "I heard that you are the pioneer."

Einstein nodded, "Although I pioneered it, it is undeniable that I don't really like its uncertainty."

Mycroft's eyes shimmered and he continued to ask, "In this era, is it possible to achieve time travel?"

Einstein was stunned. He was silent for a moment, and then said, "With the human technology of this era, it is impossible to achieve it."

"Is that so?" Mycroft didn't seem to notice anything strange about Einstein, and was just lost in thought.

Peggy on the other side placed the last dish on the table, and then wiped her bib with her hands.

"Okay, stop chatting, come and eat quickly, or you'll get cold."

Einstein looked at the table of food on the table and smelled the aroma of the food, and he said with emotion.

"I have to say, your mother's cooking is truly the best I've ever tasted."

Einstein was a relatively solitary person, and Borg actually had different majors from him, and they had nothing in common. So they weren't really familiar with each other in the first few years.

The reason why they became really familiar was because of this table of meals cooked by Mycroft's mother.

"Choosing to come to Britannia is really the best decision I have ever made." Einstein said happily, "I can enjoy one more holiday."

Mycroft also smiled and sat in his seat.

"Peng!"

The sound of fireworks going off came from afar, and the table faced a window.

Under Mycroft's gaze,

In the distant sky, fireworks dragged long tail smoke into the night sky, and then.

"Peng!"

Brilliant fireworks light up the city's night sky. It also makes the already noisy and bustling city even more lively.

In a certain city in Beizhou.

Sissi stood by the fence of the courtyard and looked at the fireworks blooming in the distance, with a faint glimmer in her eyes.

Under the fireworks, there is an extremely prosperous city. Whether it is the eaves or the pillars, they all use an architecturally integrated design, which is very similar to Beichen. But there are also some Western-style neoclassical buildings, churches, bell towers and some Western-style palaces mixed in.

The whole city was hung with orange lanterns, and the whole city seemed to have turned into a golden city emitting golden light, shining with scorching brilliance.

Compared to the imperial capital where Mycroft and others live, this city is undoubtedly the most interesting city.

This is the place where Sissi grew up and is her hometown. She often spends the Spring Festival in this place where she stands, but she didn't know at the time that her parents were always by her side.

She never thought that she could still be here.

This city used to be the capital of Beizhou Kingdom. A few decades ago, in order to commemorate Beizhou Kingdom, the city was directly renamed Beizhou.

Behind her, there was some almost eaten food placed on the table, while Xia was drinking the tea made by Alicia, leaning back and lazily admiring the fireworks blooming in front of her.

"Sure enough, the fireworks here are the most beautiful, and there are something new every year." Xia Ya said with emotion.

After a pause, he sighed and said, "It's just a pity. Maybe we won't be able to see it for a few years."

Hearing this, Sissi turned her head and looked at Xia Ya, "Is the thing you said really that terrible?"

"You have dealt with Beelzebub." Xia Ya silently blew the hot air from the tea cup in front of him and took a sip, "Among those dragons, there are quite a few that are similar to Beelzebub at that time. "

"Will this city be destroyed?" Sissi said.

"Who knows." Xia Ya said casually, "Fate is always cruel. No matter how beautiful things are, their destruction usually only takes a moment."

When Xia Ya was about to drink all the tea in the tea cup, he found that his sleeve was grabbed.

He looked to one side, and Sissi was grabbing his sleeve, looking at him with a pair of big, watery eyes, almost pleading, and her lips were slightly pursed.

Her face is very similar to Alicia's, like a delicate porcelain doll. The skin is fair and delicate, as if it can be broken by a blow. The smooth and shiny hair is like flowing silk.

She was wearing a dark dress, and the skirt fluttered gently with her movements, like a blooming flower. Wearing a pair of white shoes on her feet, the upper is decorated with a small bow, which looks particularly delicate.

Alicia dressed her up and looked extra cute.

"Can it not be destroyed?" she said.

Xia Ya withdrew his gaze, silently drank the tea cup in his hand, and continued.

"It's not impossible" (End of Chapter)