What Lu Xuefeng left to his great-grandson was very simple.
It's just a thick notebook, almost five inches thick, a handmade collection of memories.
On the quaint and sturdy cover of kraft paper, the word "Little Childhood" was written in Song script. Many small animals and miscellaneous vegetation were also drawn with black ink. There was a watercolor pond, which was pink and blue, and squatting by the pond.
A fat doll wearing a bamboo hat, carrying a small shoulder bag, was poking a toad with a branch.
The brush strokes are vivid and lifelike. Su Xiangli didn't expect that his master's painting skills were so good.
She took her account and left the bank. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the city lights created geometric and cold spots in the outline of the starry sky.
After returning home, she locked the door and opened the curtains to let in the outside light. The darkness in the room was just right. Su Xiangli sat down at the desk with her account and turned on the lamp. After doing this, she became pregnant.
With a subtle joy of peering into time, I opened the first page.
In the preface, there are eight honors and eight shames printed on the A4 paper with old and yellowed edges. Turn over and you will see on the second page the score of "Let's Swing the Oars" which was popular at that time.
Su Xiangli looked strange at this, but she was fascinated by the sense of time in it. This was left by an old man to his children, his own childhood.
Starting from the third page, there are many small bits and pieces, each handmade note, and the model is pasted on thick and tough kraft paper. On the third page, the beginning is the oath of the Young Pioneers, with a small red scarf on the header, and
There is a two-inch blue shoulder bag, close to the rice
There is a pattern of a mouse. In the schoolbag are three miniature textbooks, Chinese, Mathematics, and English; in the small paper pocket in the middle is a calendar for May of the Millennium Gregorian Calendar; at the footer is a primary school curriculum, with the first class at eight in the morning.
School ends at four in the afternoon, which is unimaginable in modern times.
On the fourth page are some simple games, paper airplanes, "South, South, North, and South", paper ingots, paper cranes, and Yu-Gi-Oh's deck.
On the fifth page, there are snacks, spicy strips, mushrooms, beef, drag fat, and a small pushcart selling fried food.
The sixth page shows the street during breakfast. There are fried dough sticks, tofu and glutinous rice balls on the table. Tricycles are passing by on the road. A woman in a yellow sweater is pouring dirty laundry water on the street.
A man squatted with an enamel cup and brushed his teeth.
Turning the page again, it is the special scene of Doraemon, Nobita, Fat Tiger and Xiaofu, Shizuka in the corner has a sweet smile, time machine, bamboo dragonfly, any door opens to a phone booth, the most important thing is memory bread, Mr.
I also specifically noted: I wanted it most when I was a child.
After this part, there are excerpts from some texts, and a few more pages are filled in, such as "******", "Young Runtu", "Snow Leopard Elegy", "Heidi", "How Steel Was Tempered"
"", "Childhood" and other books. Su Xiangli could almost see his love for these words.
She was unconsciously fascinated, and continued to look back, only to see a little girl in a floral skirt, just a beautiful back, the painted brushstrokes revealed tenderness, the girl's shadow was slanting and long, and there was a boy in the corner.
He is gently stroking the shadow.
Su Xiangli smiled. Is this the girl that my grandfather had a crush on in elementary school?
After passing this page, there are some TV shows, "Soldiers", "Brothers of Four Drivers", "Digimon", "Pokémon", some toys made of clay, and a picture of "no signal"
.Su Xiangli couldn't help but joke: Grandpa really likes to play.
Not only the happy memories of childhood, but also martial arts novels and comic books, many of which are excerpts. Su Xiangli couldn’t identify where they came from, but the illustrations are cool. There are men and women in ancient costumes, wielding swords and swords, and they are extraordinary in martial arts.
.Lu Xuefeng's comment: When I was young, I yearned for heroes and heroines, thinking that it would be difficult to come into contact with them in my life. They were just like the characters in my dreams.
Then there was a page of news, including news about Beijing's successful bid for the Olympics and the launch of Shenzhou 5. They were all printed and aged, but the quality was very good and had the texture of a real newspaper. Lu Xuefeng must have been very proud at that time.
Su Xiangli envied the older generation. Their spirit was hard to find nowadays.
Behind the news are video games, and this time a hundred flowers are blooming, Contra, Mario, King of Fighters, Three Kingdoms, Dino Combat, Double Dragon, there are all kinds of them, obviously they are all simple, but Su Xiangli can feel the simplicity
of happiness.
Looking at these things, she felt a great sense of unease in her heart, and there were some phantom-like memory fragments flashing back, which seemed to be the memory of another person, another memory that had been hidden in this body and belonged to him.
.
Su Xiangli also felt it, and she found that there was another soul in her body.
"Lu Zhengkang, is this Lu Zhengkang you?" She covered her mouth in disbelief. The thoughts in her heart were surging like a tsunami, and distracting thoughts were arising, but these distracting thoughts were the thoughts of another person: "I miss you so much.",
"Interesting, I have played this before." "Wow, my great-grandfather and I have many overlapping childhood memories!"
Su Xiangli was extremely inspired: Lu Zhengkang is still alive, no, he is living in his own body. After all, he and I have exchanged bodies, and part of our souls are connected!
She thought of the project introduced by the manager of the Dictionary Reading Company: to create a memory that looks like a real person.
Could it be that as long as she used this technology to extract the part of Lu Zhengkang's mind that belonged to Lu Zhengkang, she could reshape Lu Zhengkang's personality?!
In that case, wouldn't it mean that Lu Zhengkang was not dead?
Su Xiangli couldn't help but shed tears of excitement. She shouted: "I have a solution! I have a solution!"
Outside the door, Su Quanting and Yang Chun looked at each other, unable to suppress their expressions of fear and worry: Is my daughter crazy?
…
Personality memory construction technology is the latest civilian content of neuroscience and information engineering. Su Xiangli has long experienced consciousness exchange experiments, and she is no stranger to this.
When there is no legitimate reason to occupy state-owned resources, it is also a good choice to seek help from commercial technology companies.
Lu Xuefeng didn't use this package because it was really expensive. The manager didn't talk about the price when introducing it, just for fear of scaring away the customers.
It doesn't matter, there is a pension.
The entire pension was not enough, so Su Xiangli used all the money at his disposal from his great-grandfather's account, her own account, and Lu Zhengkang's account to pay off the debt.
She didn't want to spend her parents' money, which made her feel really ashamed.
The good news is that the AI Futude designed by Lu Zhengkang was approved. It should have been through the back door. In any case, Su Xiangli has the capital to be financially independent. She is not protesting to the adult world, she just wants to
Prove your independent personality in this way - together with Lu Zhengkang.
In the dictionary reading, she just had a dream, and her memory kept going back. Lu Zhengkang's shadow became clearer and clearer, and his memories began to come out. This was a good thing, proving that there was really a part of Lu Zhengkang left in Su Xiangli's body.
's soul.
Now, when she wakes up, she will meet Lu Zhengkang.
Su Xiangli stood up and hugged him, but there was only a phantom, which fell away, and tears flowed down from there.
"Don't cry, Susu. I'm sorry." He said.
"You...are you coming back?"
"Don't cry, Susu. I'm sorry." He just repeated it once.
No matter how much he said, Lu Zhengkang's memory and the remaining soul left in the world would only say: "Don't cry, Su Su. I'm sorry." As if this was his last thought.
