Weizhou.
Chen Le is a science fiction writer.
Because Weizhou is the hometown of science fiction on Blue Star, the number of science fiction writers here is more than that of writers of any other type.
but.
Even among Weizhou's science fiction writers, Chen Le can be considered to be at the upper-middle level.
Not as good as the best.
It is more than enough compared to the rest.
After finishing writing the novel today, Chen Le checked the group chat as usual, and ended up seeing someone in a science fiction writer group talking about Chu Kuang.
"Chu Kuang?"
Chen Le immediately became interested.
After Weizhou joined Blue Star in the big merger, Chen Le read a lot of novels from other continents, covering a wide range of topics.
He is not an old-fashioned person who only reads science fiction works because he is a science fiction writer.
For Chen Le, any work has value and nourishment.
While reading novels from other continents, Chen Le's favorite was a novel called "Sherlock Holmes".
The author of this novel is Chu Kuang!
So he clicked into the group chat and looked through the chat history.
“Interesting.”
The corners of Chen Le's mouth curled up slightly.
My favorite writer Qin Zhou actually tried to write a science fiction novel for the first time!
Maybe I can take this opportunity to strike up a conversation with this idol and teach him some experience in writing science fiction novels!
Every profession has its specialties.
After all, he was considered a famous writer in the science fiction world of Weizhou.
Thinking of this.
Chen Le quickly downloaded the blog.
Every continent has its own large online platform.
After so many years of mergers, no platform can unify Blue Star's ambitions.
In more cases.
Netizens from all continents still prefer to stay on familiar platforms.
After registering a blog account, Chen Le first followed Chu Kuang, and then searched for a novel titled "The Sad One".
"This is the science fiction short story they were talking about."
With a bit of curiosity and interest, Chen Le clicked on the novel.
First person
The presence of "I" in the first paragraph made Chen Le feel a little uncomfortable.
Continue reading.
Chen Le was even more surprised.
This "I" doesn't seem to be the protagonist
It’s a very bold structure, most people wouldn’t dare to write like this. He is worthy of being the creator of Sherlock Holmes.
Feeling emotional.
Chen Le continues
The plot gradually takes shape under the outline of the text:
It turns out that the protagonist of the novel is called He Xi, who comes from a single-parent working-class family and whose mother has lost her job.
Fortunately.
He Xi has a high level of education and a bright future. At the same time, he is extremely smart and is an absolute math genius!
In the novel.
There are a lot of descriptions of my mother.
Although this mother herself has little education, she is very proud of her well-educated son and takes great care of him.
Just as great as all the mothers in the world who love their children deeply.
He Xi, like all children in the world, has a deep love for his mother, but at the same time he also dislikes her nagging and seemingly excessive concern:
Wear more clothes...
Don't drink too much...
Don’t eat out…
I'll heat up this soup for you...
He Xi always felt her mother's meticulous care was nagging.
While his mother was heating up the soup, He Xi left home for school.
…
"He Xi." She called out in a low voice. Then she quickly searched the room. She didn't see the two sweaters stuffed into the bag. This discovery made her feel a little relieved. At this moment, a sudden burning pain came from her hand, and the bowl of vermicelli soup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Xia Qunfang blew on her hands with a painful expression, which made the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes appear deeper.
Then she went into the kitchen to get the mop.
I stood by the dining table, looking at the vermicelli soup flowing all over the floor, and thought:
This soup must be delicious.
Better than all the delicacies in the world.
…
Back to school.
He Xi found his mentor.
It turns out that as a mathematical genius, he created a theory, this scientific theory is called "Micro-continuity Theory".
However, this micro-continuity theory was not favored by the tutor.
In fact.
He Xi's mentor didn't even fully understand He Xi's manuscript.
The changes made in many places confused him, and many new concepts were also difficult for him to accept.
In other words.
The micro-continuity theory proposed by He Xi is a completely new thing and cannot be classified into any previous system.
…
"Have you ever thought about what fields the micro-continuum theory might be applied to? I mean, even if you make the boldest imagination." Liu Qing tried to make his voice softer, although he knew it was of no use.
He Xi's whole body trembled, and his face turned pale. "I don't know." He said, and then hugged his head.
I saw a drop of water stain on the cheap tiled floor under He Xi's feet.
…
Ten years!
He Xi invested countless efforts to prove his research. He took into account all the smallest details, and the entire theory is now self-consistent and without any contradictions.
However, the instructor's question brought He Xi to tears.
Even He Xi himself doesn’t know in which field this research result can be applied
But He Xi did not give up.
He Xi was just a little bit away from completely completing his micro-continuation.
…
Is this a story about persistence and eventual success
While reading the book, Chen Le tried to figure out Xianyu's writing intention.
This is Chen Le's occupational disease.
At this time.
The protagonist He Xi's emotions are in crisis.
It turned out that someone fell in love with He Xi's girlfriend Jiang Xue.
This love rival is called Lao Kang. He opened a computer company and is a successful person by modern society's standards.
Jiang Xue did not change her mind.
He Xi, however, felt a sense of crisis.
…
He Xi watched Xia Qunfang busy cleaning the table in silence. He didn't know how to start the conversation.
"Mom, can you lend me some money?" He Xi suddenly said, "I want to publish a book."
…
Xia Qunfang sat in silence, twisting her hands around the edge of her greasy apron. After a while, she walked into the inner room, and after a rustling sound, she came out with a passbook and said, "This is the money the factory paid to buy out my seniority. It's been a long time since I paid it, but it was only issued half a month ago. Nine hundred and four hundred a year, my twenty-seven years of seniority is this passbook. Take it and do your business." She wanted to say something but didn't say anything. After a while, she couldn't help but whispered, "Ask them if you can delay the payment for a few months. It's a pity to use it now to calculate the current account."
…
He Xi took the letter and walked out without even looking at it, "They want to see the money first."
"Wait—" Xia Qunfang suddenly shouted.
He Xi turned around curiously and asked, "What's the matter?"
Xia Qunfang stared at the red-covered book in He Xi's hand, twisting the edge of her apron with both hands, "I want to see the total again."
"25380, just do the multiplication yourself." He Xi said unhappily. He was in a hurry to leave.
"I understand. You can go now." Xia Qunfang said a little embarrassedly. She also felt that she was too long-winded.
…
Seeing this, Chen Le felt a little upset.
It is impossible for an uneducated mother to understand what her son is studying.
However, when her son spoke, she chose to support him without hesitation.
These words may not be considered gorgeous.
Chen Le felt a simple shock and felt a little sad.
…
The money is still not enough.
He Xi decided to borrow money from his mentor Liu Qing.
The tutor wanted to reject this student who, in his opinion, had gone astray but refused to change.
Coincidentally.
At this time, the love rival Lao Kang appeared.
It turns out that Lao Kang was also a student of Liu Qing.
In the instructor’s words:
He Xi and Lao Kang are his most proud students.
What is even more surprising is that Lao Kang is willing to lend money to He Xi.
He Xi agreed.
For micro-continuous releases.
Even if this person is his love rival.
But He Xi didn't expect that Lao Kang would not only lend him money to publish the book, but also guarantee Jiang Xue and lend money to Jiang Xue to study abroad.
Jiang Xue asked He Xi for his opinion again.
What else can He Xi say
Will I prevent my girlfriend from studying abroad and ruin her future
Maybe all young people are like this, thinking that time and distance can never defeat their love.
This moment.
Chen Le had almost foreseen the ending of this couple.
…
The mentor once said something that impressed He Xi:
Exploration means loneliness.
Unfortunately, even the instructor himself forgot he had said this.
He Xi bet everything on Wei Lianlian.
Even if the school disagrees with listing microcontinuum theory as a research topic—
Of course I disagree.
No one in the world thinks this is useful.
To this.
He Xi's words were calm and sad: "Actually, I know this. Yes, I admit that it is indeed useless. To be honest, I realize this more clearly than anyone else."
Say this sentence.
He Xi felt as if something in his heart was shattering bit by bit, into pieces and then into dust.
I have to finish it.
This is my destiny.
Even if you publish the book at your own expense.
He Xi embarked on this path without hesitation.
Later he received a letter from his girlfriend, expressing her complaints and pain in life.
Later, He Xi learned that Lao Kang had given up his local job and went to accompany Jiang Xue.
All these still failed to change He Xi's mind.
He was like a gambler, betting all the chips in his hand.
He finally published his own "Micro-Continuum Theory" at his own expense.
…
Xia Qunfang wiped her sweat and looked back at the dozens of bundles of books in the back of the car. Each book was thicker than a brick, and each book was divided into three volumes, upper, middle and lower. The solidity of the books made her feel full of awe. This reminded Xia Qunfang of the feeling she had when she was just beginning to learn about textbooks more than 40 years ago. At that time, she had a great respect for the people who wrote the textbooks. Just think about it, so many people read the same book, and the teacher also used this book to mark the exam papers. Books are the standard, the most amazing thing in the world, and the people who write books are of course even more amazing, and now all these books are written by her son.
Mother is happy.
She proudly showed off to her neighbors: "My Xiaoxi published a book!"
She pointed at the bundles of huge works and was extremely happy. She seemed to be feeling the happiest and most proud of her life today.
Just by hearing a few words of praise, Xia Qunfang felt like she was going to faint.
Her face was hot, her heart was pounding, and her whole body was full of strength.
She carried dozens of bundles of books upstairs almost by herself.
Diseases such as frozen shoulder and lumbar muscle strain seem to have all been cured.
With so many books in the room, it immediately seemed too small, so Xia Qunfang worked tirelessly to adjust the position of the furniture, and finally stacked the books into a square mountain, with the spines all facing outwards. Everyone could see the titles of the books and He Xi's gold-embossed name as they entered the room.
Xia Qunfang then began to pack up the pile of packaging materials.
She stopped from time to time, tilted her head to look at the mountain of books, and smiled happily.
Maybe He Xi was a little sad.
He finally lost his girlfriend Jiang Xue.
The day Lao Kang went to the elementary school, they were of similar height, but He Xi felt like a dwarf.
The instructor is right.
No one was interested in He Xi's research.
The instructor did take one set, stuffed four hundred yuan into his pocket, and left without saying a word.
After his back walked a long way away, He Xi saw him shake his head slightly and throw the book into the trash can on the side of the road.
It was Liu Qing's action that really made He Xi realize:
The micro-continuum is indeed a useless thing, not even worthy of being taken home as a decoration.
It seemed as if a sweaty passbook was flying around in the sky.
He Xi seemed to hear his mother's words again: "This is the money from the factory buying out Mom's 27 years of service."
He Xi took a sip of beer and grinned.
Twenty-seven years, three hundred and twenty-four months, nine thousand eight hundred and fifty-five days...
This is half of my mother’s life.
But there was a voice inside He Xi's heart telling him that the only person in this world he didn't have to feel guilty about was his mother.
…
The mountain of books was still swaying before He Xi's eyes.
Finally one day.
As soon as He Xi got home, his mother said happily that several sets of books had been bought by the xx library.
Xia Qunfang proudly showed the banknotes in her hand as she spoke.
However, when He Xi went there, the administrator said that this set of books was not on the catalog and could not be found on the mathematics bookshelf.
He Xi said there must be one, it must be not registered, please look for it again.
The administrator had no choice but to go back to the bookshelf and look for it, and finally he found a set.
At this moment He Xi felt like he was going to faint. He took a deep breath of the fresh scent of ink and gently stroked the surface of the book with trembling hands, as if he was caressing his own life. Huge tears fell on the title page.
Why is this book classified in the literature category
The administrator suddenly grabbed the book and roughly opened the cover, then became angry and said, "This is not our book. It has no seal. That's right, it must have been secretly put in by the crazy woman who broke in yesterday and said she was looking for someone."
The administrator threw the book to the ground outside in anger:
"I said she was a psychopath, and I thought we couldn't find out."
He Xi was confused.
He didn't know how he got back home, as if his whole body was falling apart.
As soon as you enter the door.
Xia Qunfang pointed at the gradually shrinking pile of books and said with a smile: "The city library bought two more books today, and there are also books for Shuguang Middle School and Yuying Primary School..."
He Xi was in a trance for a moment.
My brain feels like it's going to explode.
…
Lao Kang came back.
He Xi went to meet the other party.
When talking about how to repay the debt, Lao Kang suddenly sneezed: "The air in Qinzhou is too bad."
Between words.
Lao Kang took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose.
There is a clear river on the handkerchief and white snowflakes floating in the sky.
…
"Lao Kang sneezed." He Xi's friend Lao Mai scratched his head and said, "Then He Xi went crazy. I don't understand what happened, but that's what I saw. It's really weird."
"What happened next?" Psychiatrist Liu Kuzhou stared at the weird Old Mai with some anticipation.
"He Xi rushed over and pinched Lao Kang's nose, saying, 'Blow your nose, blow your nose.' He also snatched Lao Kang's handkerchief."
Old Mac smiled bitterly, "After snatching it away, he put his face close to her and kissed her over and over again."
Old Mac shook his head in disgust. "It was covered with sticky snot. He stopped talking after that. Not a word. No matter what others said."
The doctor said it would be difficult to treat.
Old Mai whispered to Xia Qunfang.
But Xia Qunfang did not hear these words.
All her thoughts were on He Xi.
From the moment she saw He Xi, her gaze changed, becoming steady and determined.
He Xi was right in front of her, and her son was right in front of her, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.
Her mood was very different from what it had been just a few minutes ago.
He Xi stopped talking. He pursed his lips tightly, closing off all contact with the world, and it seemed that he might never speak again.
But what does that matter
He Xi couldn't speak when he was born.
In Xia Qunfang's eyes, He Xi is now just like he was when he was a child, so obedient that it makes people feel heartbroken, and so quiet that it makes people feel heartbroken.
…
He Xi is crazy.
No one knows how he went crazy.
Perhaps it was that handkerchief that became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
See here.
Chen Le was also feeling a little confused.
There are only two pages left in the story.
However, Chen Le had no idea how the story would end.
It’s crazy!
Is it the protagonist He Xi who is crazy, or is it the author Chu Kuang who is crazy!
Why write like this
There is no hope, no light, no reversal!
He Xi gambled his whole life, but ended up going crazy!
Looking at this problem from the perspective of a science fiction writer, Chen Le couldn't understand it!
No!
Even if Chen Le read this as a pure reader, he couldn't understand it at all!
Such a desperate tone!
What is the meaning of such a story
Perhaps all meanings will be answered at the end.
Chen Le's fingers trembled for some reason as he flipped through the remaining two pages.
The next moment.
Suddenly.
Chen Le’s eyes widened and his breathing became extremely rapid!
A huge shock suddenly enveloped his body. He could feel waves of numbness coming from deep in his scalp, and goose bumps appeared one after another!
…
Sad ones.
The finale.
My name is He Hongwei.
I haven't seen a single visitor lately, despite the feverish enthusiasm surrounding this groundbreaking event.
I have been writing a document these two days.
In fact, I only wrote down a few people's names, along with a brief explanation, but every time I wrote a word, a long sigh rolled through my heart, and when I wrote the last person's name, I could hardly hold the pen in my hand.
Now I am standing on the highest podium in the scientific community with this material that is less than half a page.
No matter how I evaluate my award-winning projects, it would not be an exaggeration.
Because the laboratory I lead and I won the award for the grand unified field equations.
This is mankind’s greatest scientific dream.
In a sense, it is the ultimate of human cognition...
I!
It's me!
The first-person perspective in the novel, this omnipresent "I", witnessed He Xi's life.
However.
Chen Le has never thought too much about who this "I" is. He just regards it as a writing technique that presents a God's perspective.
Now Chen Le understands!
This "I" is He Hongwei from the distant future. With the help of He Xi's "Micro-Continuity Theory", he has made epoch-making progress in science and technology!
To understand the creative background of "Micro-Continuum Theory".
He Hongwei went back to the past through a time machine and witnessed He Xi's life.
And at this moment.
Standing on the highest podium in the future scientific community, he said emotionally: "Without He Xi, the completion of the grand unified theory would still be a long way off."
One hundred and fifty years ago.
He Xi independently completed the theory of micro-continuity. At that time, he was a lonely explorer.
One hundred and fifty years later.
This scientific research result was developed and promoted by He Hongwei, and eventually led to the birth of the grand unified field theory equation!
On stage.
He Hongwei said emotionally:
"It is purely because of his mother that the Micro-Continuum has survived to this day, although this was certainly not her intention.
At first she just wanted to coax her son and free him from his pain.
Now that I think about it, she must have been vaguely aware with her mother's intuition that the tragedy was about to happen, and from a mother's perspective, she wanted to stop it so much.
With her level of knowledge, she had no idea what was written in the book, and had no idea what kind of book it was, so she secretly put this great work that shines with immortal light in the library of a primary school.
From an outsider's perspective her behavior would seem ridiculous.
But she was just following a mother's wishes.
All she knew from beginning to end was that her child was good and this was what her good child chose to do.
I don't deny that "Micro Continuum" really has no meaning for He Xi's era, but I just want to say that you shouldn't demand too much return for some things, and you shouldn't ask them to grow beautiful leaves and flowers.
Because they are roots.
This is something a mother taught me.
A mother never asks for anything in return from her children, but please believe that our lovely child will repay his mother in the end."
In the novel.
He Xi didn't speak for the next twenty years.
Doctors said he had completely lost the ability to speak.
However, He Hongwei got a recording that was recorded by the hospital as a medical record before He Xi's death.
It was just two days after his mother passed away.
"We will never know whether this is because He Xi lost his support after his mother's death, or whether he is crazy but subconsciously insists on living longer than his mother. This may be the only way for him to repay his mother. Let's listen to it below."
The recording was played on the highest podium.
The background was very noisy with many people talking.
There seemed to be several doctors present.
"Give up." A deep voice sounded.
"He is beyond help. It is now 10:07. Please write down the time."
"All right,"
"I'll clean it up."
A young voice suddenly rose, "Oh my God, the patient is talking, he is talking!"
"impossible!"
The deep voice sounded again: "He hasn't said a word in twenty years. Besides, he has no strength to speak!"
but.
The deep voice suddenly stopped.
Like discovering something.
The surroundings became quiet.
At this time, a voice that was damp and rusty for many years could be heard saying something forcefully.
"Mom—Mom—" the voice whispered in a somewhat unclear voice.
"Mom—Mom—" he shouted again, very clearly.
…
Chen Le burst into tears.