Seeing all this, Su Jinzhi suddenly wanted to cry very much, very much wanted to cry.
Humans cry only when they are alive and in pain, it is a way of expressing distress, despair and sorrow.
From the moment Su Jinzhi woke up in this world, he has been thinking about why there is such a world, where he becomes an experimental subject and bears all these memories that he is least willing to face.
Everyone is burdened with sins, those sins are big or small, some you are willing to face, some you are not willing to face.
At the beginning, he would think and escape, guessing whether this was Jiang Lishan's subconscious punishment for him, and wanted him to experience this feeling again, being treated as an experimental subject, living without privacy, dignity, and human rights.
But it wasn't until this moment that Su Jinzhi suddenly realized that this was the world he created himself.
Jiang Lishan is not a staff member of the Antibody Vaccine Experimental Center. He will never know about these dark and dirty things in the laboratory. The only person who knows all this is himself.
I'm afraid he is the only one left.
Those who woke up with him, some of them accepted the antibody vaccine and continued to live in the universe with a different identity, and some of them refused to accept it, and then died of some kind of alien disease.
But no matter what, the real history about the emergence of vaccines has disappeared in the long river of time, and after thousands of years, everyone will forget it.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Lishan walked to his side.
Su Jinzhi blinked, looked at some bright light on the horizon and asked him softly: "Is this the outside world? It's not pretty at all."
"It's just that it's not pretty here." The man answered him.
Su Jinzhi asked again: "Will you send me to another experimental center?"
The man said firmly, "No."
Su Jinzhi looked at him, and the man was also looking at him. There were little smiles in those gray eyes, like the rays of the rising sun falling in them, very warm.
Su Jinzhi lowered his head and looked at his hands. Without warning, a tear fell on his palm. Looking at the transparent drop, he curled his lips.
He seemed to understand why he created such a world, because after he woke up, he was no longer human in a sense.
He raised his head, looked at the man and said, "then where are you taking me?"
The man replied, "I will take you to another place, which will be nicer than this."
Su Jinzhi asked him again: "But why? I don't know anything, and we can't touch each other. How are you going to take care of me?"
Where could they go in a world he had created with his own hands
He clearly knows that this world is fake, but he can't wake up. In his subconscious, what he fears the most is that he and Jiang Lishan will always be two different species, they cannot touch each other, and he is the last thing to face Yes, those are all the memories about the laboratory.
But now, what he is most afraid of and what he is least willing to face is in front of him. He has no choice but to accept this world passively.
Su Jinzhi knelt on the ground slowly, but the man took a few steps towards him, then took off the black gloves he had been wearing all the time, and stretched out his hands in front of him.
It was a pair of mechanical arms.
Every inch of finger bone exposed is shining with a silvery metallic icy light, extending all the way to the wrist. I don’t know that there may be more in the place covered by the sleeve, telling everyone who sees it that it is an inanimate thing .
"We can." The man stretched his hand forward again, "We can touch each other."
Su Jinzhi was stunned, and gently placed his hand on the palm of the man's. The man closed his palm and wrapped him in cold temperature, but Su Jinzhi didn't feel any discomfort.
"Are there sunflowers in that place?" Su Jinzhi asked him.
"Not now, but I have many seeds." The man replied, "Do you like sunflowers? I can plant them for you."
Su Jinzhi raised his head and met the man's gray eyes.
The sun rose behind him, shining a bright warm light on the horizon, reflected in the gray.
Su Jinzhi felt that the temperature in his palm was gradually disappearing, while the man holding his originally cold mechanical hand, which had no trace of warmth, was gradually becoming warmer.
Su Jinzhi suddenly remembered what he said to Jiang Lishan when he broke up with Jiang Lishan. He said that what they experienced was what the distant planet experienced many years ago.
So a long time ago, they had already met.
And on a vast planet, in a galaxy, what is the probability that two people will meet
When they first spoke, it was about one in ninety, and by the time they parted, it was even less, one in ten billion. If they see one person every day, it will take 2465 thousand years to see all the people in the galaxy; even if they see one hundred people every day, it will take 24.6 billion It takes five thousand years to finish reading.
In such a long period of time, the earth can be destroyed more than ten times, and human beings can re-evolve tens of millions of times.
But the amazing thing is that you can know anyone else in the world through five people, but no matter how many people you know or meet in your life, no matter if they are friends or relatives, you will never deal with more than 150 people in the end.
And there is only one loved one.
Su Jinzhi closed his palms slightly, because of the mutual transfer of heat, the man's mechanical fingers were completely warmed up at this moment, and he could no longer feel a little cold temperature, because there was his body temperature on them.
There are three laws of thermodynamics, energy conservation, temperature cannot spontaneously transfer from low to high, and absolute zero cannot be reached.
In other words, the universe created by the big bang will stop expanding one day and turn into a dead silence, there will be no temperature difference in the universe, the light on every star will be extinguished, and the huge energy generated at the moment when the white dwarf collapses into a black hole The rays also dissipate into the boundless darkness. And all your memories will willingly shrink into a bioelectric current in your brain, or as a solvent, silently blend into the soul, and disappear with time.
That's why he broke up with the man:
"let's break up."
"Why?"
"We can't hug each other, we can never touch each other, and I can't be with you for long, my life is too short, and your life is long, one day you will forget me."
"I will never forget. My life is very long, as long as a star. Maybe there are only a few scattered fragments of your memory in my life as long as a star. I also know that after your death , I will live a long time, a long time alone without you, I will never see you again, I will never hear your voice, but the most precious thing I can have in this life is about you Memory, because you are precious, so I will always remember you and love you forever."
That's right, the death of stars and the collapse of the universe are very far away. At this moment, the tiny heat he generated for him will never disappear.
The cranium and eardrums roared, and Su Jinzhi felt like a planet that had lost the support of dark matter, falling into an abyss of endless darkness. He fell into a deep blue pool, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a ray of light, which seemed to be An asteroid was rushing toward him, all light and dust and gravity beckoning at him.
Calling him to open his eyes.
As long as you open your eyes, we will meet again.
Panting for breath, Su Jinzhi sat up abruptly, then slumped down weakly, and swallowed a mouthful of an unidentifiable taste of liquid. The liquid seemed to be dark blue, but it had a weak fluorescence, making the blue a bit darker. dim.
He was naked, even his hair was soaked.
Su Jinzhi leaned on the edge of the pool to recover his breath, and then slowly climbed out of it while holding onto the handrails by the pool. He hasn't walked for a long time—in reality, and his current hands and feet seem to be very uncoordinated, not controlled by his brain, or maybe it's because the pool of blue liquid is too slimy, so Su Jinzhi didn't walk much Stepped down the stairs.
He heard someone talking outside this small room. It was the voice of No. 1, which he was very familiar with: "If you wake up, he should be awake too..."
"Then does he remember me?" The man's hoarse voice followed, with cautious hope.
Su Jinzhi opened his eyes wide, ignored his limp body, and crawled towards the door with hands and feet.
He couldn't wait to push open the door, and ran out stumblingly, for fear of missing every ray of light and every second of time flowing past him.
The person he loved was standing outside the door, staring at him blankly, those dark gray eyes stared at him unblinkingly, the eyes were hot, filled with the affection that had traveled through hundreds of years, and every time he saw him Just like him, only this time he is no longer wearing a thick protective suit, just like what he said to him in the last world.
They can finally hug once.
In a trance, the question that has been asked many times seemed to ring in Su Jinzhi's ears again, but this time, he was finally able to say the correct answer:
— "He's been watching you."
-"do you know him?"
Su Jinzhi's Adam's apple twitched, he opened his lips slightly, and replied tremblingly: "Yes, I know."
"He's the one I love the most."
The author has something to say: I have finished writing the last world, I will take a three-day break, and then I will start writing the extra episode next Thursday. I would like to ask everyone if you want to watch the past events of Susu and Gong first, or do you want to watch the extra episode first? Also recommend everyone a song "East" Vallis Alps.
The original intention of writing this book is probably purely to write an affectionate story about waiting. At the beginning, the style positioning is also relaxed, but later because of lovelorn, and my friend who committed suicide and many other feelings, this book may still have a lot of emotions behind it. Set a sad tone. Now WeChat has a function that can only view friends’ activities in the last three days, but when she died, there was no such function. I browsed her circle of friends overnight one night, and it felt like I had read her whole life.
And one day, she too will be forgotten.
The probability of meeting people I wrote is in the next few hundred years, but now, the probability of our meeting is about one in seven billion, which is not easy. The chance of meeting people is really too great. I am so small, so it is the happiest thing to be remembered forever.
Thank you to all the readers who left me messages from the serialization of "Immortal" to the present, those who collected this book, and the 937 gold masters who threw mines at me. You are the dark matter that accompanies this little planet of mine. Although I can't see you, But you are the source of all the energy I spin on and I will always remember you and love you forever.
grateful.
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