Cao Ruixia didn't care whether they were discussing philosophy or logic. In her eyes, these things were of no use except to stun her.
"I think Zhang Zhong is right about at least one thing, that is, time is just a concept, or a measurement tool. As for what it is, no one can tell clearly, at least it cannot be clarified with current scientific knowledge. Okay.
Since I'm not a physicist, I don't need to think about these things every day."
We are all scientists, but scientists from different disciplines have different understandings of science.
Zhang Zhong discovered that physicists and astronomers would eventually be involved in philosophy, while others such as chemists and biologists were completely different.
If Yang Fan was sitting here today, he would probably seriously discuss the time issue with Zhang Zhong and Xu Wenxuan.
Because the program on the stage has already started, Zhang Zhong and Xu Wenxuan naturally have no time to discuss the philosophical issue of what time is, and instead watch the program on the stage seriously.
…
After more than two hours, the last program has ended.
At this time, there were still five minutes before midnight, and Yang Xiao walked onto the stage with a microphone.
Zhang Zhong noticed that the microphone Yang Xiao held was a normal black microphone, and he couldn't help but criticize Yang Xiao in his heart.
"Everyone, there are still four minutes...31 seconds before zero o'clock. You don't have to worry about the time difference, because we use atomic clocks in order to accurately cross the New Year. Just now, Principal Zhang discussed with everyone what time is.
For me now, it’s this watch in my hand, it tells me what time it is.”
"I will spend the next four minutes or so with you on the stage. You can also think carefully about what to think about during the countdown, because after the countdown we will enter next year.
"
"At the last minute, the countdown will appear simultaneously on the big screen behind me..."
Yang Xiao spoke on stage for more than three minutes, until the last minute, a big countdown on the big screen lit up.
At this time, Yang Xiao also stopped talking and walked to the side to watch the countdown on the screen with everyone.
This minute is no different from any other minute.
But because of the atmosphere at the scene, this minute had a different meaning to the people present.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the screen closely, for fear of delaying the countdown.
Fifty seconds passed quickly. When it came to the last ten seconds, Yang Xiao took the microphone and took the lead in saying: "Ten, nine..."
Others were infected by him and counted down with him.
But after the last number was announced, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers came to mind in the auditorium, and the video of fireworks was also played on the big screen.
"Thank you everyone. I announce that this year's... no, I should say that last year's New Year's Eve party of Shizhong College has officially ended. Thank you everyone for your participation. Please cooperate with the security personnel to exit in an orderly manner."
When the song ended, the fireworks on the screen were still blooming.
The audience exited in an orderly manner. After about three minutes, the fireworks on the screen dissipated and turned into a time again, but this time it was not a countdown, but a normal time format.
It means that this year has officially begun.
By the time it was Zhang Zhong's turn to leave, ten minutes had passed this year.
This time Zhang Zhong did not go backstage, but went home directly with his family.
It's getting late now, it's time to go back and rest.
…
New Year's Day, Spring Festival.
Si Jin got up early. He originally planned to get up early to help his mother make glutinous rice balls, but when he got up, the glutinous rice balls had already been made.
He looked at the rolled glutinous rice balls and said with a smile, "Are there coins wrapped in this year's glutinous rice balls?"
"They're all one yuan. There are five in total. It depends on which of you has the ability to eat them." Mother smiled.
"Hey, dear, they're all one yuan. It's a big investment. I'll get them up to eat glutinous rice balls."
"Don't worry, let them sleep a little longer..."
Before his mother finished speaking, Si Jin shouted into the room, "Everyone is getting up to eat glutinous rice balls."
"Hey, can't you let them sleep a little longer? They stayed up until midnight watching TV last night." Seeing that Si didn't listen to her, the mother couldn't help but muttered.
"The plan for a year begins with spring, and the plan for a day begins with morning. On this first day of the New Year, we must get off to a good start." Si Jin chuckled.
After Si Jin graduated, he went to work in Yanjing, married a wife and had children in Yanjing, and finally settled down.
But this time during the Chinese New Year, he took his wife and children back to his hometown of Nan'an to spend time with his parents.
After a while, the whole family got up and gathered around a table. Everyone was holding a bowl waiting to serve glutinous rice balls.
Si Jin's wife Zhu Wen's hometown does not have the custom of eating glutinous rice balls during the Spring Festival, nor does it have the custom of eating glutinous rice balls with coins inside, so she is quite looking forward to the coins in the glutinous rice balls.
But unfortunately, she ate several glutinous rice balls and didn't even get a coin, but Si Jin got three.
We didn’t go out in person on New Year’s Day. After breakfast, the family stayed in the living room and watched TV.
Zhu Wen was scrolling through her phone to read the news. After a while, she patted Si Jin and said, "Did you say before that you and Zhang Zhong are classmates?"
Si Jin was watching TV, and when his wife photographed him like this, he said a little strangely, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Then did you ever live in the same dormitory with him?" the wife asked again.
"Yes, he and I are roommates. Didn't you say before that you didn't believe it?"
"I thought you were lying before."
"Why, don't you think I'm lying now?"
"I kind of believe it now. Take a look at this news and see if it's you he's talking about."
"What's the news?" Si Jin looked at his wife's cell phone.
There is a news item on it with the title "On New Year's Eve, Zhang Zhong recalled the past and talked about time with his students."
Looking at the news below, Si Jin soon saw what Zhang Zhong mentioned about them chatting in the dormitory.
Si Jin's thoughts suddenly flew back to that winter eight years ago.
As Zhang Zhong said, the two of them stayed at the end that time. They chatted for a while before leaving that night, and what they talked about was exactly what Zhang Zhong said.
Si Jin's heart skipped a beat because he suddenly realized that what happened that night seemed to be right in front of his eyes, just yesterday, so clearly engraved in his mind.
"Or if we wait ten years and meet again, today's conversation will still feel like yesterday."
Zhang Zhong's words clearly came to mind.
Zhang Zhong was right, eight years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Si Jin's expression, his wife asked, "Is this talking about you?"
Si Jin came back to his senses and nodded to his wife, "It's me."