Ten thousand years ago.
Zhang Zhi finally woke up from the hospital.
She said she fell into a coma in the taxi that day and couldn't wake her up no matter how she screamed. The driver was so frightened that he sent her to the hospital overnight.
The examination in the hospital showed that the heart was beating at a high speed and the brain waves were extremely disordered.
He kept talking in his sleep that no one could hear clearly.
The hospital's emergency treatment failed and he was placed in the intensive care unit for observation. But she didn't expect that she woke up on her own.
She told the doctor that she was just suffering from a nightmare. It's hysteria.
Well, if the cause is unclear, the hospital will classify it as "hysteria" anyway. Anyway, anything can be attributed to hysteria. After all, the human brain is something that science has never been able to understand.
After leaving the hospital, Zhang Zhi was surprised to find that he had not lost his memory.
I clearly remember everything I had with Li Zhen two years ago. I remember what happened when Li Zhen was still in Hangcheng County. I also remember that I was still in high school at that time, and then I started studying hard for him.
I also remember the last time I had a dream, there was a mark on my chest. I also remember that I lost my memory for two years and have been waiting in Baqiao.
Finally reunited there.
She was really afraid of amnesia.
Two years of amnesia is truly the most painful torture in life. She didn't want to go through it again. Fortunately, she didn't lose her memory this time.
"If you remember this time, does that mean you can regain the previous connection in the dream?"
Zhang Zhi chuckled: "Although it's a bit like spiritual love, at least it didn't take him away from my memory. It's better than nothing."
Sitting on the subway back to school, thinking back to this point, I smiled happily and muttered to myself.
'Boom boom boom'
The roar of the subway rang in his ears. Zhang Zhi took a deep breath, feeling extremely satisfied.
Sitting next to Zhang Zhi is an old man in his eighties with extremely thin white hair. He is reading "Game Theory" carefully in his hand.
Zhang Zhi couldn't help but have a good impression of this old man. He lived and learned. Because she helped him acquire knowledge crazily before, she also began to like knowledge and knowledgeable people.
Zhang Zhi smiled and said: "Grandpa, in the game model of 'Prisoner's Dilemma', there are three modes of payment matrix. If you calculate the people's hearts, the Nash equilibrium must be reached in the end. The conclusion arbitrarily given in this book is to maximize the advantage. , both of them were acquitted. In fact, it is an extremely ideal answer. In fact, the game model has no answer to this question. There will be four answers, all of which are possible. Game theory will not So arbitrary, your book is a pirated version."
The old man closed the book and glanced at Zhang Zhi with a smile: "Educated."
"Haha, I can't compare to you, grandpa."
Zhang Zhi said with a smile that she was in a great mood. No one takes away her memory. This is the best state, where the happiness is strongly satisfied. I would also be happy to say a few more words.
The old man put the book in his pocket and looked at the watch on his wrist: "I should be almost at the station."
Zhang Zhi was slightly speechless, what a rich old man. On his wrist was a Patek Philippe diamond-encrusted watch. Zhang Zhi couldn’t name it, but with a little knowledge, he knew that the price of this watch seemed to be nearly three million...
"ah."
Zhang Zhi was a little confused, wondering why this strange old man suddenly said such a sentence.
It's very strange.
He looks like he is in his eighties and reading pirated versions of game theory.
With a three million Patek Philippe, he works on the subway.
He looked at his watch and told himself that he was about to arrive.
The old man smiled and patted Zhang Zhi on the head: "I'll get off the car at Xiaozhai. I have one minute left, and I have something to say to you."
Zhang Zhi is even more confused, is the concept of time so accurate? The next stop was indeed Xiaozhai, but how did he know there was still one minute
"I said, listen."
"Um?"
"You often have strange dreams, right?"
"you… "
Zhang Zhi stood up stiffly. As his pupils shrank, he felt that this old man was extremely mysterious.
"Don't ask me how I know. I was just like you when I was young..."
A look of sadness suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes: "I once had an opportunity, but I didn't seize it... I never took it for the rest of my life. I hope that after I die of normal old age, I can fulfill the regrets in my heart. But I know that this is actually No way. Young man."
Zhang Zhi looked at him blankly, his words hurting his heart. Zhang Zhi seemed to understand the meaning of every sentence.
The old man sighed and smiled: "Actually, there is a commonality in this world."
“What is connectivity?”
"Have you ever wondered what dreams are?"
"What is it?"
"It seems to be some kind of fusion of souls, maybe a fugue of souls. This kind of chance has chosen you, and in fact it should be cherished. Sorry for my confusion..."
"I can understand." Zhang Zhi supported him, inexplicably thinking of that night in Baqiao, touching each other from the depths of their souls, and feeling each other's presence.
She woke up a little. Dreams can be connected across the long river of time. Does this mean that in the span of ten thousand years, a through line can be found in the river of time and space? If dreams can connect, does it theoretically mean that souls can also meet
Is it only possible after death
The old man smiled and said: "Those of us who have crossed countless rivers and met by chance should cherish this fate. Because, in fact, after we pass a special stage in our age, we will no longer It’s a dream.”
"What?" Zhang Zhi was stunned: "Can't you do it?"
The old man's eyes were a little red, but he still smiled and said: "No. Maybe when the age reaches a certain critical point, suddenly one day, the dream will be broken, completely broken. It will be even more painful for the memory to remain in your heart, because it will never happen again. The soul-to-soul fusion is no longer achieved. The long and intense time has become a truly permanent distance."
"When will it end?" Zhang Zhi asked hurriedly: "How can I really see him?"
Tears flowed from the old man's eyes. He smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears: "When I was your age, I met a person like us in a meaningful place. I was your age at that time. , and he was as old as I am now. What I am telling you now, he also said to me at that time. But at that time, China was in a turbulent period, and people were not able to eat three meals a day, and there were wars everywhere. Monsters and monsters. How could I believe a dream? How could I believe the inexplicable words a strange old man said to me when I was young?"
Zhang Zhi took out a tissue, feeling sad, and wiped the old man's tears.
He couldn't stop crying at this time.
The old man said with a trembling voice: "So I missed it. It took me ten years to miss it. Then it took me sixty years to get it back. I am eighty-five now, and I should spend the last time regretting it." … Today I am here to tell you what others said to me decades ago. Girl, don’t miss it. Then maybe... it’s really not just a dream.”
Zhang Zhi's eyes turned red, feeling inexplicably sad.
'Dear passengers, Xiaozhai Station has arrived...'
"I have to go now."
The old man wiped away his tears with the remaining paper in Zhang Zhi's hand, and got off the subway tremblingly. Suddenly he turned around and said again: "Do meaningful things while you are still alive. This way you will not have regrets. Even if you die in the end, maybe you will The moment before death will also leave a trace of suspense in your heart. You don't have to worry, you will never lose your memory from now on... In fact, amnesia is a good thing."
“What’s meaningful.”
Zhang Zhi went out to ask.
There was a sea of people, but no trace of him could be found.
Last night, after decades, he dreamed again. He dreamed about today's scene on the subway last night, so he sat on the subway early this morning holding a book. He never got off the subway. He has been sitting on that seat since the morning. Until now, just for Speak to Zhang Zhi for one minute.
Zhang Zhi didn't know this.
She was just wondering, what is meaningful
Can the soul span the long river of time
This is ten thousand years...
(End of chapter)