April 2, 2252.
The exchange area of a forum.
Hong Guoguo: Do you know Feng Hua? The first new human in the legend to have the bloodline of the royal family of Adesel! I have also acted in TV dramas before, which were very popular at the time, and then disappeared inexplicably! Now there is almost no news about him, it is all inexplicable rumors!
Baby is so hungry: I was his big fan back then! This is a sad story, his owner Feng Yeran died of cancer, and he disappeared after that. I remember that Feng Yeran died at the end of 2241, it has been ten years!
Desert Island Survival: Some people say he died of illness; some people say that he was too sad and became a vegetative state; there are also rumors that he committed a lot of crimes at the time, killed a lot of people, and was later euthanized by people in the institute.
Yuexia Xuanbing: Regarding this matter, people have always wanted to interview people from the research institute, but they were all rejected there.
I love him ah: Seeking the truth, is there a great god who knows? ?
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Must be anonymous: All I can say is, he is not dead. The institute refused to be interviewed because it did not want outsiders to disturb them.
I love him ah ah: they? Who are they referring to? Can you tell me more about the upstairs? You can't say private messages here! ! !
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28 March 2252.
The elderly director was sitting on the sofa, teasing the cat on his lap and drinking tea.
"Old Zhang, it's been ten years." The director looked out the window and said to the guard of the electric prison.
Lao Zhang nodded: "Yes."
"In the past ten years, Feng Hua has created and destroyed how many worlds in that wasteland, even we can't count."
Lao Zhang asked: "Director Wang, does it make sense for Feng Hua to keep creating the world like this? I mean, the 'Feng Yeran' created every time is not what it was at first, it's just a brand new image..."
The director smiled: "Then let me tell you an inside story. For the past ten years, we have been observing the world created by Feng Hua and collected a lot of materials created by him. We found that every copy of his The body is not only physically identical to the original entity, but also retains some memories and emotions more or less. In simple terms, the replica of each world may have memories of the past, which may be A scene provokes, of course, these memories and emotions may also sleep forever until death."
Lao Zhang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "Director, why don't you announce such a major discovery to the public?"
Director: "If it is announced to the public, who knows how many people will run to watch and how many people are eager to enter that world... The order of that world will be disturbed, it may be interrupted or collapsed. I am old now, often Looking back on the past, although Feng Hua has done a lot of crazy things, our research institute also has a great responsibility, and the way we treat new species is still unreasonable. Aside from his research value, in fact, he is just a Just an ordinary child. But now, no matter how crazy he is, what he is chasing is only Ye Ran's love, he just wants to be with Ye Ran, what a pure thing, you say, just for this, he actually created Destroyed so many worlds and almost consumed his own life..."
"... How many worlds can he create?"
"If you use all your strength, there is only one. Obviously his lifespan is extremely long, but he has worn out too much. Therefore, I hope that the last 'Xanadu' created by him can operate naturally without being disturbed. , keep it for as long as possible. It can be regarded as helping Ye Ran realize his last wish."
20 March 2252.
Selena, 45, held a bouquet of lilies, took her daughter's hand, and walked to the cemetery behind the chapel.
Six years ago, he married a local male doctor, and now his daughter is over five years old.
The little girl runs on the grass chasing a small blue swallowtail butterfly.
Selena came to a small cross with the words "Feng Yeran's Tomb" written on it. A bunch of roses in front of the tomb had withered, and the yellow petals flew with the wind. She placed fresh lilies on the grave.
The little girl grabbed her mother's hand and asked, "Mom, what about the super-good-looking white-haired brother I saw a few days ago?"
"Did you say brother Feng Hua? He went to a far away place with his favorite person."
"Can Lily see him again?"
Selena's eyes reddened, she squatted down, hugged the little girl, and said repeatedly: "I can see, I can see. Maybe, in the world he finally created, Lily will be with her mother, with them See you."
March 12, 2252.
Feng Hua came to Feng Yeran's tomb holding a bouquet of pure white roses.
The breeze was blowing, and his pure white curly hair was floating. He leaned over, kissed the words "Feng Yeran" on the cross, and carefully placed the white rose in front of the tomb.
He took out a dark-gold notebook from his arms and opened it.
Familiar words, familiar handwriting. It was written by the person he loved the most. It is the wish of the one who loves you the most.
"Ye'er."
He stared at the cross, as if staring at Feng Yeran's smart and clean eyes, "Thank you for the gift you gave me."
"Every word, I like it very much."
"I, too, want to give you a present."
"Remember when we were kids when we built a house together? You taught me that after finishing walls, roofs, doors and windows, and chimneys, we needed to paint the background with colored oil pastels and water pens, with lush trees and grass, bright Flowers, birds, butterflies, and the two of us."
"Your golden note gave me the blueprint, I think, to paint a good picture of our lives."
"I want to turn our wishes into reality."
"I want to give you a new world."
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Feng Yeran, 30 years old, a biology lecturer at a university.
His daily life is very ordinary. Go to class, take graduate students, occasionally do some research, write papers, and live a leisurely life.
His family is also very ordinary. His father is a civil servant and his mother is a music teacher. There is also a brother at home who is married and has a son with his sister-in-law. If he is free, he will go home to eat with his parents, watch TV, take a walk, play with his nephew and so on.
Now that others are 30, they are occasionally urged to marry, but everyone is not really in a hurry. In this era, there are quite a few people who don’t get married. The key is your own choice. Just be happy.
The only thing that is extraordinary is that he always feels that he is waiting for someone. He always dreamed of that person, always heard him call his name, but he always forgot what that person looked like and everything about that person.
It was another early summer. That afternoon, after a two-hour class, he was distracted while walking in the teaching building.
Unconsciously, I came to the art room.
Cicadas chirped outside the window, and he saw a painting in the fragments of sunlight.
In the dark blue sky, is the galactic galaxies.
Feng Yeran froze. He was attracted by the overlapping colors. He stroked the thickness of the paint and felt the color change.
As if something beckoned him, he walked into the art room;
The next picture, under the beautiful starry sky, is the tall astronomical tower;
The next picture is an underwater room. In the net-like water pattern, a red fish with a golden edge wags its tail and slowly swims past;
In the next photo, the white boat floats in the sapphire blue lake, the green mountains are reflected on it, the spring flowers are sprinkled on the water, and the red dragonflies are flying on it. One sat quietly on a boat fishing, while the other leaned on him and fell asleep peacefully;
golden flowers, golden sunshine;
red apples, red roses;
In the forest, in the bright moonlight, in the wet flowers and grass, the kisses that make people confused...
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Feng Yeran heard a soft call: "Ye'er."
It was a boy in his twenties. He was standing by the window, and in front of him was an unfinished painting: in the blue sky and white clouds, there was an unfinished aerial tourist boat, like a humpback whale slowly surfacing.
A strong wind blew, and the wind stirred the white gauze curtain and stirred his dark curly hair.
Hundreds of paintings trembled and swayed, seemingly turning into thousands of butterflies, which were agitated by the strong wind, flapping their colorful thin wings and soaring into the air.
Across the layers of butterflies, the boy stared at Feng Yeran and smiled.
Those familiar blue eyes.
He said, "Ye'er, this time, we are all ordinary people. I think this time, we can start over."
Unknown emotions surged in Feng Yeran's body.
It was clear that his mind was blank, but he was already running desperately.
He hugged the boy tightly. The throat and nose are clearly sore and uncomfortable, but they are unbelievably happy. He has a strong urge: he wants to protect the person in his arms, and wants to give everything to him!
—Ah, it turns out that this is the person he has been waiting for.
[This time, we are all ordinary people, and we are all healthy; this time, I will confess first, and on an ordinary evening, I will say to you: Feng Hua, I like you; this time, I will accompany you well You, protect you; this time, we will eat a lot of delicious food and go to a lot of places to play; this time, we finally got on the air cruise ship together and traveled the whole world; this time, every night, I will tell You, I love you; this time, you have been happy all the time; this time, we will be together forever.
—Excerpt from Feng Yeran's "Golden Notes"]
—The End—
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Finally finished, thank you for following up here!
The next chapter is the analysis and postscript. In fact, in the two chapters of "Reality", the analysis is almost written, so I may mention a little something>