Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 18 Remember and Don’t Remember in the World

  At this moment, the old man suddenly had a thousand words choked in his throat, and the endless complexity and surprise filled the depths of his heart.

  The mole at the corner of the man’s eye was like a flame, completely awakening his memory!

  Obviously, this figure is already the longest memory in the depths of memory, and his face is almost blurred.

  He completely recalled that period of time, the teacher's tall back, and the man who seemed to be immortal, and even the scene when he went down the mountain with the teacher.

   "Teacher, we should go down the mountain."

  "Teacher, do you think there are so-called immortals in this world?"

"Have."

  "In this world, there are always mysteries that science can't reach."

   "Second brother told me that in ancient times, there were fairy gods, but they disappeared for unknown reasons."

  Memory is rushing, just like all kinds of past lives, come to mind.

He suddenly remembered the sentence in "Zhuangzi·Xiaoyaoyou", and muttered, "The mountain of Liaogushe, there are gods and people living in Yan. The skin is like ice and snow, and the skin is like a virgin, without eating grains, sucking wind and drinking dew, Riding on the clouds, flying the dragon, and swimming beyond the four seas."

"grandfather!"

  Zheng Weiwei couldn't help but yelled, and stopped the old man who seemed to be crazy.

This old man seemed to have not heard the words of his granddaughter. At this moment, he did not seem to be a well-known professor in the country, but he looked surprisingly unhappy and sad. He just bowed and bowed, and a thousand words finally turned into one sentence: " Dare to ask sir, how did you feel good in these years? Where did the teacher go all these years?"

  The man in front of the tomb turned around, as if he had only noticed the arrival of a few of them at this moment, his beautiful eyes showed a hint of doubt, and he whispered softly.

   "How come?? These things, shouldn't anyone still remember them."

  Should not remember?

  But when the words fell in front of me, they heard a blast in the ears of several old people, but it already had a different meaning.

  Sure enough!

  Sure enough, our memory is blurred because we have passed the hand and foot passively!

  You can manipulate memory. In this world, how incredible is it?

  Even professors in the most advanced brain sciences can't do this. This already involves the fundamental mystical consciousness of human beings, the realm of soul science.

  Perhaps as the teacher said at the time, there used to be mysterious long-lived existences in the ancient civilizations of this world, and it has only declined in modern times.

   Zhu Zheng looked at the few people in front of him slightly, and couldn't help frowning.

  He felt it carefully.

  One out of ten thousand memory fragments leaked by the average person, at most it is a dream.

  However, perhaps because of some experiments by Zhang Zhi, the memory of their "campus local area network" was leaked a lot.

Zhu Zhengwei perceived, and tried to confirm how much the other person remembered, he couldn't help but say: "I still remember you back then, very young. As your teacher went up the mountain, I also asked you a few questions. Unexpectedly, you are so old in the blink of an eye. ."

   "Yes, we still remember those few questions." Zheng Linshou began to answer one by one.

   is really just a rough idea.

  Wake up like a person dreaming. It is blurry, scattered and fragmented.

   But even so, it is a bad sign.

  A little bit of leakage is inevitable. Many people will regard it as a dream.

  "Senior, dare to ask our teacher, how have you been in recent years?" The old man in front of him asked, "Teacher, who is enlightened in the mountains, how far have you come this time?"

   Zhu Zheng was silent for a moment.

  He looked at the aging old man with unwillingly longing winks, as if he was going up the mountain back then, and finally sighed, "You look at me like your teacher back then."

   "Yes." Zheng Linshou did not hide it, and said very candidly, "I finally understand the teacher's mood. That is the greatest fear that humans can't resist, and so am I."

   Zhu Zheng shook his head slightly, squatted down and continued to arrange the fruits.

  After calculating the time, in that world, he is indeed their elder, and he has truly lived for more than a hundred years, and he is much older than them.

  Although, after waking up, the sense of time passing is smoothed, like a dream yellow beam.

  But why are they not so?

   "You are already an elder, but I am a young man. You don't need to be restrained. Sit down and talk." Zhu Zhengwei said while placing the fruits.

  Zheng Linshou and several other old people stood there, as if students were waiting for the teacher, standing beside them quietly.

  Zheng Weiwei stood by her side and was silent, her pupils widened, and she looked at the people on both sides curiously.

   "The master is him, you are as stubborn as he is." Zhu Zheng slightly shook his head.

  Zheng Weiwei watched their conversation and finally woke up: his grandfather actually called a young man senior! Could the young man in front of him be over a hundred years old?

  This is too weird.

  She remembered those weird descriptions and the two very sensitive words: breathlessness and longevity.

  She felt an incredible and mysterious world lost for thousands of years as if it was kicking off in front of her eyes and unfolding before her eyes.

   "Your teacher."

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the sincere look in his expectant eyes, and couldn’t help but patiently replied: “In the past few years, he has been to many places. On the ground, but he has been lonely all these years. Sometimes, living too long is a curse."

Zhu Zhengwei paused, communicating very frankly and equally, without any arrogance, "I haven’t seen him for a long time. To be honest, I suddenly didn’t dare to see him what he longed for is an idol, but I’m a living person. Not a true idol."

   "It turns out that the teacher has really succeeded over the years." Zheng Linshou sighed, but he said in his heart, you are too humble, you are not just a living ordinary person, ordinary people have long been too old.

  Zhu Zheng nodded slightly, "I'm leaving now."

  Zheng Linshou opened his mouth, he wanted to say something and stopped, some things stuck in his throat and he didn't say anything.

  He hesitated a few times, looking at the figure that was fading away, suddenly couldn't help but say: "Sir! Can you let us see, the real way to breathe."

   Zhu Zheng turned his head slightly, clearly wearing a peaked cap and a mask, but a mole on the corner of his eye was very beautiful.

   "Okay, then let you see the truth."

  Zhu Zhengwei left after speaking.

  As soon as they saw the corner of their eyes, they were hypnotized and pulled into a dream.

   "I hope they get the dreams they desire to see. I can only do this at present."

  As for what they would dream in their dreams, Zhu Zhengwei did not open their bubbles to see, and left directly.

  But also vaguely guessed.

  They will continue the story of meeting with them in their dreams based on their impressions of themselves.

  Those little sisters, because of the false transmission, they have the impression of themselves as arrogant and domineering figures, so they combined their own preferences and made their own "dream of fighting with Hong Kong film forces."

  Because the robber was very powerful against him, he combined his own preferences and made a "Jin Yong martial arts dream" of fighting against his powerful martial arts.

  What about them?

  It's already obvious how you will be with yourself in your dream.

  Several hours passed.

  They opened their eyes and their faces were incredible.

   "Is this the fairy spell?"

  They whispered, while standing up and remembering the incredible power just now.

  Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what I had imagined, extremely brilliant, swallowing wind and energy!

  They stood up and returned in excitement.

  Suddenly saw an old man staying behind in Zhujing Village taking the shade under a tree, he couldn't help but moved forward and asked, "Dare to ask the Zhang family on the corner over there, the three brothers, where have you been these years?"

   "Where are the three brothers?"

   "It's the family with hemophilia, which is the strange bleeding disease."

"I know which one you are talking about! Who do you hear that there are three brothers? Their family is miserable, but their family only has one baby. The baby has a strange disease and is paralyzed." The old man shook his head, as for this. The old man is reluctant to talk about how the family died.

   "There is only one child, and their memory is also"

   "Sure enough!"

  "They only remember the eldest brother, and the remaining two brothers are unknown. They will inevitably erase the memories of related people, and even shift the overall time for a long period of time, and they will be removed from the world, I am afraid that they have already set foot in longevity."

  Several old people said in shock and left quietly.

   And Zheng Weiwei, who was standing next to him, still looked in a trance.

  She recalled the sky above the mountain city, swallowing wind and gas, traveling around the world, overlooking the magnificence of all the small buildings, mountains turned into mounds, people turned into ants, and traces of the violent wind on her face.

  "Brother Xiaoyao, Yujian is faster, Huh? Why are there red dandelions in the sky!?"

  She remembered that scene, hiding from a few old people, that tall and handsome man secretly took off her face mask, and that handsome face was exactly the same as she expected in her heart, and she couldn't help but flush.

  This one, dreamed of Xianxia movies, which is also in line with the atmosphere of the times.

  Zhu Zhengwei got on the bus and embarked on the road back to the city.

  He looked out the window.

  The scenery on both sides of the bus flies all the way.

  The noisy streets and the noise of pedestrians were left behind.

  He recalled the scientific research achievements of those highly respected old professors. He led the team to make great contributions at times when the country was struggling, and he was once an unattainable object of worship as the king of the scroll.

  But they also showed real weakness and weakness before they died.

  That is the powerlessness of human civilization over time. It is inevitable that the universe will sigh for the weakness of human species.

Looking at the night, he suddenly started to feel a sense of fear and awe for the world, and he couldn't help asking himself: "Even the little giants of these times can't escape the dust of history. They can't escape the fear of death. I really Can you gain the true power of eternal life?"

  (End of this chapter)