Chapter 117

Sitting in my seat, I can't calm my mind. Zhang Yuan doesn't know what's wrong with him. In his heart, there is always a voice telling him that these emails were sent only yesterday. Whether it's because of etiquette, responsibility or obligation, he wants to reply.

But reason told him that these people had long ceased to exist and did not need to reply.

Even if they reply, they can't receive it.

Even, he is not the authority on turbulence for a long time. In 183 years, mankind has explored this method very clearly, and there may be new theories, and he is not needed to guide.

"What's the point?"

He sighed again and tried to liberate himself from these complicated scientific research documents.

No need, really no need.

The next letter is no longer a scientific research letter, but the good news that ye Qingqing, my aunt's daughter, was admitted to college.

Because she doesn't work hard at ordinary times and her college entrance examination results are not good, the university she was admitted to is only a local university, which is quite ordinary.

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

It also sent a picture of Ye Qingqing's smiling face with an admission notice in her hand.

"Cousin, I was admitted to college. Ha ha, I can finally have a happy summer vacation. I don't have make-up classes or parents' nagging. It's so cool and happy! In the future, there will be a cool boyfriend waiting for me on the university campus. I'll show you when I find it. "

Ye Qingqing's voice crosses time and space and reaches Zhang Yuan's eardrum.

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

Then he thought about it silently and deleted it.

I remember his last summer on earth. It seemed very hot. I also recalled the scene of repairing the radio at Ye Qingqing's house

This silly girl doesn't like reading, but she chooses a good major. She shouldn't be unemployed after graduation.

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

"Mr. Zhang, when I was taking care of my children at home today, I suddenly thought of you. How time flies. It has been four years since you left. Many things have happened over the years. Finally, er... I married a local tyrant. It's a pity that you can't drink the wedding wine, eh. "

"Send you a picture of my wedding."

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

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"Ha ha, I'm married and my children are so old. There's no hope to pursue me!"

"Oh, by the way, now you have hibernated... Suddenly I think of you and come to express my condolences. I don't know when you will wake up and see my message? No... at that time, I was old and dead? "

"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 and his eyes were a little blurred.

Life is so dramatic. Sister Wang Lili abandoned her dog licking boyfriend and married a local tyrant

It took a long time to open the next one.

He felt that he was reading all his friends' lives... From the days after he left to his death.

Time is like a video tape, fast forward.

Man is really a fragile creature. How can he... Suddenly disappear?

There is no doubt that with the passage of time, he is remembered less and less.

At the beginning, there were many letters from all kinds of friends. Later, there was only one in three or five years. Later, every thirty or fifty years.

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

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

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

But for Zhang Yuan, he just had a video yesterday, said goodbye and died today.

He still remembered Professor Wang Zhong's last words: "... Everything on earth is not worth remembering. Just look at the world three thousand years later!"

I don't know how to describe this feeling... It's not true, but it's true. The pain of parting originally scattered for decades needs to be borne within a day.

Zhang Yuan seems to be numb. He feels like enjoying a less exciting TV series.

Finally, there was only one letter in the mailbox.

And the span is extremely huge, which is 40 years away from the penultimate one.

As if he had lost his breath, Zhang Yuan was stunned for a long time before trying to open it.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan."

"Before I knew it, I had become an old woman over a hundred years old. You must still be young in hibernation. It's really an enviable thing. "

"Today, I was sitting in the shade of a tree with my cat in my arms and drinking afternoon tea. Somehow, I suddenly thought of you. The memory is too long. I find that I can't remember your appearance. Even your name is a little vague. "

"But I still remember that beautiful and strange night..."

"Ha, you are so cute!"

"I quickly took out my mobile phone and logged in to my long lost social account."

"I found our group photo, long lost memories poured in, unknowingly, produced a subtle touch."

"I was so beautiful at that time. My skin was white and beautiful, but you were also handsome!"

"I was thinking, if I had taken the initiative, would you have stayed? Perhaps, what a pity! But it's more likely that you won't stay. "

"I like to think about things like this when I'm old. I want to make up for the regrets of my youth."

"I still like you, deep space colonization. What a cool thing. But I'm already an old woman! Can the old woman shine the second spring? Of course not. I can't catch up with you light years away. "

"I won't show you what I look like now. I still like the appearance when I was young. Everyone likes beauty, youth and loveliness. "

"But time is a sailing boat down the river. It is no longer simple in the change of years, and there is no way to push it down and start again. By the way, I'm already a best-selling novel writer. Isn't it a surprise? "

"It was agreed not to contact again, but I really can't stand it! Maybe it's because I'm old and don't have a few years to live... There are always many things on my mind to tell you. I feel that you are a good friend of my life. It seems that I can always understand me, but I don't know how to say it. "

"My life is too long. There are enough stories... If these once stories are accompanied by my disappearance, I don't know what the meaning is."

"Forget it, forget it."

"You should know who I am."

"Good luck."

The mailbox is empty and there are no unread files anymore.

Even if you have made sufficient psychological preparations in advance, you still feel so heavy when the facts really come.

So heavy!

Zhang Yuan turned off the computer, lay on the table, buried his head in tears, and tears trickled on the table.

The room was dark without lights on.