Deep Space Fleet

Sitting blankly in the seat, there is no way to calm down my mood. Zhang Yuan didn't know what was wrong with him, but a voice in his heart was always telling himself that these emails were sent only yesterday, no matter it was due to etiquette, responsibility or obligation, he had to reply.

But reason told him that these people have long since ceased to exist, and there is no need to reply.

Even if they reply, they will not receive it.

Even, he is no longer an authority on the issue of turbulence. In one hundred and eighty-three years, human beings have already explored this method very clearly, let alone a new theory, and there is no need for his guidance.

"What's the point?"

He sighed again, trying to free himself from these complicated scientific documents.

No need, really no need.

The next letter was no longer a scientific research letter, but the good news that Ye Qingqing, the daughter of my aunt's family, was admitted to university.

Because she didn't work hard and her college entrance examination results were not very good, the university she was admitted to was only a local university, which was quite average.

However, for a girl who has just entered adulthood, it is also a crucial step towards her future life.

There was also a photo sent on it, showing Ye Qingqing's smiling face, holding an admission notice in her hand, showing off rather embarrassingly.

"Cousin, I'm admitted to university. Haha, I can finally have a pleasant summer vacation. There are no make-up classes and no nagging from my parents. It's so cool and happy! In the future, I will have a cool boyfriend on the university campus Waiting for me here. I'll show you when I find it."

Ye Qingqing's voice traveled through time and space and reached Zhang Yuan's eardrums.

"Congratulations!" Zhang Yuan typed a few words on the computer.

Then, after thinking about it silently, I deleted it again.

I remember his last summer on earth, it seemed to be extremely hot, and recalled the scene of repairing the radio at Ye Qingqing's house...

This silly girl doesn't like studying, but she chose a good major. She probably won't be unemployed after graduation.

The next email is a wedding photo sent by senior sister Wang Lili.

"Master Zhang, when I was taking care of my children at home today, I suddenly thought of you. Time flies, and it has been 4 years since you left. Many things have happened in these years, and in the end, uh... I got married A local tyrant. It's a pity that you can't drink the wedding wine, hey."

"Send you a picture of my wedding."

"Send you another pic of your baby! Is it cute?"

【Photo】【Photo】

"Haha, this girl is already married, and the children are so old, there is no hope of pursuing me!"

"Oh, by the way, you have hibernated now... I suddenly thought of you, so I came to express my condolences. I don't know when you will wake up and when will you see my message? No... that By then, I’m already old and dead, right?”

"The Deep Space Foundation is really stingy. It costs ten yuan to send an email."

"No other meaning, good luck."

"Happy life!"

Zhang lowered his head, his eyes were already a little blurry.

Life is so dramatic, senior sister Wang Lili still abandoned her dog-licking boyfriend and married a local tyrant...

It took a long time before I clicked on the next one.

He felt that he was reading the whole life of all his friends... from the days after he left, until his death.

Time is like a video tape, fast forward.

Humans are really fragile creatures, why... suddenly disappeared?

No doubt he was recalled less and less as time went on.

At the beginning, there were many letters from various friends, but later, there was only one in three or five years. Later, one letter in thirty or fifty years.

Man is a forgetful creature, not only the whole world is forgetting him, but all his relatives and friends are also forgetting him. Ye Qingqing said that she wanted to show him her boyfriend, but she didn't send it in the end.

Professor Wang Zhong passed away at the age of 147. This letter was sent to him by his senior sister Xu Yunjing.

147 years old, at that time, it was considered a relatively high life expectancy.

But for Zhang Yuan, he just watched the video yesterday, said goodbye, and passed away today.

He still remembered Professor Wang Zhong's last words: "...everything in the world is not worth nostalgia, let's look at the world three thousand years later!"

I don't know how to describe this feeling... It's unreal, but very real. The pain of parting that has been scattered over the past few decades needs to be endured within a day.

Zhang Yuan seemed to be numb, as if he was watching a series of not-so-exciting TV series.

At the end, there was only one letter in the mailbox.

And the span is extremely huge, and the penultimate one is separated by forty years.

As if he was no longer breathing, Zhang Yuan was stunned for a while before trying to open it.

"Mr. Zhang Yuan, hello."

"Before I knew it, I had turned into an old woman over a hundred years old. You must still be young when you are still in hibernation. It is really an enviable thing."

"Today, I hugged my cat at home and sat in the shade of a tree drinking afternoon tea. For some reason, I suddenly thought of you. The memory is too long. I found that I can no longer remember your appearance, even, even The names are a little fuzzy."

"But I still remember, that wonderful and strange night..."

"Ha, you are so cute!"

"I quickly took out my phone and logged into my long-lost social account."

"I found our group photo, and long-lost memories flooded in. Unknowingly, I felt a subtle touch."

"I was so beautiful back then, fair and beautiful, but you were also very handsome!"

"I was thinking, if I had been more proactive, would you have stayed? Maybe, what a pity! But it is more likely that you would not have stayed."

"When I get older, I like to think about things like this, and I want to make up for the regrets of my youth."

"Until now, I still like you very much, deep space colonization, what a cool thing. But I am already an old woman! Can old women have a second life? Of course not, and I can't catch up with the light years other than you."

"I still don't want to show you what I look like now. I still like my appearance when I was young. Everyone likes beauty, youth and cuteness."

"But time is a sailing ship that goes down the river. It is no longer pure in the passage of time, and there is no way to overthrow it. By the way, I am now a best-selling novelist. Isn't it surprising?"

"It was originally agreed that we would not contact each other anymore, but I just couldn't bear it! Maybe it's because I'm getting old and I haven't had a good life for a few years... I always have a lot of things on my mind that I want to talk to you, and I feel like you are my whole life." My good friend seems to always understand me, but I don’t know how to say it.”

"A lifetime is too long, enough stories have happened... If these past stories are accompanied by my disappearance, I don't know what's the point."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it."

"You should know who I am."

"good luck."

The mailbox is empty, and there are no more unread files.

Even if you have made sufficient psychological preparations in advance, you still feel so heavy when the truth comes.

So so heavy!

Zhang Yuan turned off the computer, lay down on the table, and wept deeply, with tears dripping on the table.

The room was pitch dark, with no lights on.