“Well, since you don’t know where to go, and I don’t know where to go…”

Lin Xian spread his hands:

“Then how about just wandering around? We’ll hop on a bus, get off wherever it takes us, and see whatever sights are there.”

To be honest, he was quite surprised.

Because both he and Liu Feng unanimously believed that Huang Que was still lying due to the elasticity of time and space, and actually had a purpose for coming to Copenhagen, just like before.

But unexpectedly.

She really just came to wander around…

Just wandering.

That's precisely the most difficult thing.

Helpless, Lin Xian had to resort to this tactic.

Fortunately, Copenhagen is an internationally renowned tourist city with a developed tourism industry and complete tourist services and infrastructure.

You can take a tourist bus directly from the airport, and these tourist bus routes are well-planned, so you can really achieve what Lin Xian said: going wherever it takes you and seeing whatever is there.

Lin Xian pointed to the tourist bus that had just arrived and stopped next to them:

“Let's take this bus. Many stops on the route are scenic spots, so we don't have to have choice paralysis.”

Huang Que nodded:

“Not a bad idea.”

The bus doors closed automatically… The vehicle started and headed towards the suburbs.

There weren't many people on the bus, less than half full, and there weren't many vehicles on the road, so the tourist bus was driving very fast.

Huang Que looked at the scenery rushing past the window, wondering what she was thinking.

Or maybe she was really just enjoying the scenery.

It must be said that Denmark is relatively sparsely populated, and the natural scenery is still good, but you rarely see animals. It is estimated that cattle, sheep, and livestock are mainly raised on a large scale.

Lin Xian also looked past the fluffy hat on Huang Que’s head, watching the green hills outside the bus window:

“My main knowledge of Copenhagen comes from the debate between Einstein and Bohr, about quantum mechanics.”

“I know about that.”

Huang Que said softly:

“But that debate wasn’t actually held in Copenhagen, but in Brussels, Belgium, at the Fifth Solvay Conference.”

“That century-long debate brought together the world’s top physicists… Einstein, Planck, Madame Curie, Schrödinger, Heisenberg, Lorentz, Richardson, Born… all familiar names, physics geniuses.”

“Even though these geniuses debated fiercely over certain viewpoints of quantum mechanics, and held different opinions, the essence was still to argue for the common progress and development of human civilization, so this century-long debate was still very meaningful for the development of physics in the next hundred years.”

“After that debate, a famous photo was taken, known as the all-star photo of human physicists, the smartest group of people on earth, and so on… It must be said that these statements are not exaggerated. Even today, a century later, no photo can surpass it.”

“Those people really were geniuses…”

Lin Xian sighed:

“Those xianxia and fantasy novels always like to write that the older something is, the more powerful it is, and all the cultivation methods are stronger the older they are. But why does the scientific community also have this illusion? Obviously, in this day and age, the achievements of many scientists, whether compared horizontally or vertically, have actually surpassed those scientists.”

“But… no matter when you mention great scientists, everyone always thinks of those few old names, Newton, Gauss, Galileo, Einstein, Edison… Speaking of who won the Nobel Prize in Physics in recent years, chances are they won’t know a thing.”

Huang Que looked at the scenery outside the window, silent.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Xian:

“I suddenly want to ask, who is your favorite scientist?”

“Me?”

Lin Xian hadn't really thought about it yet.

Huang Que looked into Lin Xian’s eyes:

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be a scientist, just any of those historical geniuses… If you had to choose the one you respect the most, like the most, and admire the most, who would you choose?”

“Hmm…”

Lin Xian fell into thought:

“This question is really hard for me to answer. I just feel that my first reaction would definitely be to answer Einstein, like a conditioned reflex, because his name is so well-known.”

“If the geniuses you’re talking about aren’t just in the field of science, but also include geniuses in the field of art… then I actually prefer Da Vinci or Beethoven.”

Huang Que smiled inexplicably:

“Beethoven is good.”

“Isn’t Da Vinci good?” Lin Xian asked.

Huang Que smiled without saying a word.

Just then.

The bus stopped.

A voice announced in English, informing the passengers that they had arrived at the Andersen Cemetery.

“Want to go down and take a look?”

Lin Xian pointed to the sign outside the window:

“*Andersen's Fairy Tales*, should be the same Andersen.”

“Of course, there aren't many famous Andersens in the world.” Huang Que stood up and walked towards the bus door.

…

Lin Xian really didn't expect it.

He had never seriously read *Andersen’s Fairy Tales*, but he was visiting the Andersen Cemetery first, coming directly to send blades to the author. (Internet slang for sending negative feedback/criticism)

Most of the foreign fairy tales that Lin Xian knew were not read from fairy tale books, but from hearsay from various other places.

He knew that Snow White seemed to be revived by a prince’s kiss in the end;

He knew that the Little Match Girl eventually died in the illusions of flames;

The Ugly Duckling eventually endured humiliation and became a swan;

He only knew that *The Emperor's New Clothes* was a satirical story and didn't know the ending;

He suddenly realized.

【It seems that many fairy tales don’t have a decent ending.】

Everything is a hasty beginning and a hasty end, and the last decades of time are often glossed over.

Lin Xian and Huang Que strolled through the Andersen Cemetery.

There was no one here.

It was unusually quiet.

They had been walking for so long, but they hadn't seen any other tourists.

Perhaps most people are not very interested in graves and cemeteries when traveling.

But Lin Xian quite liked this kind of cultural atmosphere.

Walking in Andersen’s cemetery is like walking in his fantastical fairy tale world.

Come to think of it…

The combination of him and Huang Que is indeed quite fairytale-like.

A time traveler from the future, a somnambulist who dreams of an infinitely repeating doomsday the day before, this looks like a very good fairy tale story.

But how can this heavy 600 years of time and destiny be glossed over in one sentence in the tone of fairy tale writing?

Finally.

As they went deeper into the cemetery, the two came to Andersen’s grave.

A very small grave, a very small tombstone, surrounded by a circle of low black iron railings, which seemed not to match the status of this world fairy tale master.

But life enters the soil, and that’s how it is, without distinction of importance.

Lin Xian lowered his head.

He found a small mermaid toy placed in the corner of the black fence.

He picked it up, looked at it, and it was indeed a little mermaid, in the Disney style:

“*The Little Mermaid*.”

Lin Xian said:

“I didn’t know the complete version of this fairy tale until I was in college. I always thought it was a heartwarming story before, but then I found out it was a tragedy. In the end, the Little Mermaid disappeared into bubbles for love.”

“How can this be considered a tragedy?”

Huang Que took her gaze back from Andersen’s tombstone and looked at the little mermaid toy in Lin Xian’s hand:

“Not all stories have to have a happy ending where lovers get married to be considered comedies. For the Little Mermaid, enduring such great pain and giving up so many years of life to become human, even if she can only accompany the prince for a few days, is enough for her.”

“If you read this fairy tale from the perspective of the prince or other characters, you might feel it’s a tragedy, a regret, a pity. But if you stand in the Little Mermaid’s shoes… even if you give her a chance to choose again ten thousand times, she would endure the pain and torment, turn her fishtail into legs, and go ashore to find her prince.”

“Because that’s the meaning of her life. It’s better than swimming in the sea for a thousand or ten thousand years to walk ashore on the blade-like sand and see the prince she has been dreaming of. From a rational point of view, the Little Mermaid is indeed a bit love-struck, but… isn’t love just this kind of blindness and impulsiveness?”

“Underneath reason, there is no love, only transactions, trade-offs, and distribution of benefits. So, in this premise, the Little Mermaid’s spirit of being brave for love and daring to love and hate is even more precious.”

Huang Que took the little mermaid toy from Lin Xian’s hand.

She wiped the dust and dirt off it with a handkerchief, then placed it on a white plaster statue next to it, looking at it with a slight smile:

“You haven’t read the original text of *The Daughter of the Sea*, so you probably can’t understand what I’m saying. When the Little Mermaid finally disappeared into bubbles, she left with a smile. She had no regrets, and she didn’t feel regret.”

…

Listening to Huang Que’s story, Lin Xian felt that there seemed to be a deeper meaning in her words:

“The Little Mermaid you’re talking about, wouldn’t be referring to—”

“That’s right.”

Huang Que nodded:

“It’s Chu Anqing.”?

Question marks began to pop up on Lin Xian’s head.

Why are you starting to chat across servers? Aren't you talking about yourself?

“I’m very grateful to you for going to Chu Shanhe in advance to explain the situation.”

Lin Xian continued along with Huang Que’s topic:

“If I had to directly face parents who were full of joy and looking forward to their daughter coming home, I really wouldn’t know how to open my mouth.”

“Let’s go.”

Huang Que turned away from Andersen’s grave, put her hands in the pockets of her coat, and strode in the direction she had come from:

“Let’s go to the next scenic spot.”

…

Wandering aimlessly on a trip adds a sense of leisure and relaxation.

The two of them followed the tourist bus line and visited many scenic spots near Copenhagen.

The National Gallery, Roskilde Cathedral, the Round Tower, the Gefion Fountain, the University of Copenhagen, and they even went to the Langelinie promenade to look at the Little Mermaid statue by the shallow sea.

All I can say is.

The Daughter of the Sea is indeed very lonely.

Finally.

As the sun set and twilight fell, the fiery clouds in the high latitudes had a unique sense of grand epic weight.

The orange-red sky seemed to drip blood.

Everything in the world became fiery red.

Lin Xian and Huang Que, who had been out all day, had now arrived at the last stop of their trip today—

Amalienborg Palace.

The palace here is naturally a bit petty compared to the Dragon Kingdom’s Forbidden City.

But every palace, every statue of a king, equally confirms the history of an era.

The most famous activity at Amalienborg Palace every day is the changing of the guard ceremony at 12 noon. The soldiers are all nearly two meters tall, wearing bearskin hats, ancient military uniforms, and high leather boots, very solemn.

But by the time Lin Xian and Huang Que got here, it was already dusk under the orange-red fiery clouds.

The sun was almost submerged below the horizon, warming the most cornered peninsula of the earth with its last rays of light.

At this time, no scenic spots were open.

The two stood outside the palace, outside the fence, looking at a tall statue of a hero on horseback.

The statue was very tall, several stories high.

By looking at the introduction on the bronze plate below, Lin Xian knew that this was a statue of the former Danish king, Frederick V.

The bronze plate below the statue was also engraved with the king’s last words before his death:

【I have never offended anyone, my hands have never been stained with a drop of blood, and I feel great comfort in the last moments of my life.】

Huang Que snorted after reading it:

“Although I don’t understand this period of Danish history, I don’t think a king who can say such last words is a qualified king.”

“If he is lucky enough to live in a peaceful era, he can still rely on his ministers to maintain the transition; but in a war-torn era, such a king, such a leader, is a disaster for the people.”

Lin Xian smiled and looked at her:

“It seems you're a warmonger.”

“But now my thoughts are the same as yours. It’s too naive to win without shedding a drop of blood. Now, I’m also ready.”

“I also understand what you said on the spaceplane that day. Saying that Xiang Yu was not a hero, but Yu Ji was. If I were Xiang Yu, I would rush out and die on the road to break through, truly worthy of the saying 'Live as a hero, die as a ghost among heroes'.”

“Now I just want to make myself stronger quickly, master the secrets and power of the universal constant, then sneak into the Genius Club, drag out those few malicious bastards, and finally… bring Chu Anqing back.”

“I know this is not an easy road, but this world is like this. No matter what you want to save, it’s always not as easy as destroying it. But it is also precisely because of this that saving is more meaningful.”

…

After listening.

Huang Que turned away from the statue, her blue eyes reflecting the orange-red of the setting sun, looked at Lin Xian, and showed a relieved smile:

“I’m really glad to hear such words from you. It seems you’ve really grown up.”

“I really like people like you, Lin Xian. People always like to hear stories of saviors saving the world, but many people don’t realize that saviors aren’t born as saviors. He was just a helpless child at first, he would make mistakes, be afraid, hesitate, waver, be confused…”

“This is all normal and reasonable. He always needs a process, even a long process, a tortuous process to grow, and finally, he can become a towering savior. It’s just that many people don’t realize this. They always think that saviors are born saviors and cannot have any flaws.”

“It’s like many people getting married through blind dates. Everyone wants to find an excellent, mature, and perfect partner. But a general wasn’t a general at the beginning, and a hero wasn’t a hero at the beginning. Everyone always needs a journey to go from immature to mature, from ordinary to great.”

Lin Xian tilted his head and looked at Huang Que:

“I’ve always been very curious, I hope you don’t find it offensive. Have you… been married?”

Huang Que was amused and lowered her head, shaking it:

“I can’t say.”

Lin Xian spread his hands:

“Then I’ll ask another way, like you just said, would you look for an excellent and great man? Or would you look for an immature and ordinary man?”

…

…

The shadow of Amalienborg Palace was stretched long by the last rays of the setting sun, heading towards the other side of the sky.

Startled birds flew in flocks from the eaves of the palace, disappearing into the night on their way home.

Huang Que slowly raised her head.

Her deep blue eyes were finally able to shine brightly again in the night:

“I will accompany him in his ordinariness, teach him excellence, and wait for him to mature. And then…”

“Watch him, slowly become great.”