Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 17 Things are not humans, mottled in the ancient village

  ”Everyone did well in the exam this time. Those who failed the course, be alert. Your college life shouldn’t be so sloppy.” The counselor said on it.

  Zhu Zhengwei still attends class during the day, occasionally looking at the scene in the world.

  He concealed his temperament, blocked the mole with concealer, and tried his daily routine as before.

  Of course, he is constantly searching for various animals from his spare time, pulling into his dreams, and logging into his “biological root database”.

  He can go very far sometimes.

  Go to the zoo in the next city, lion, tiger, wolf, bear.

  And for these farther ones, Zhu Zhengwei pulled them into the database once and logged in, and logged into the “Biological Gene Book”, leaving behind the real genetic data, and becoming the world’s original program.

  As for capture, when is the resident server?

  How much computing power can the animal’s brain capacity provide?

  It is better to find more students who are not in the subject and let them exercise their brains.

  Thinking about it this way, simply collecting various illustrations without capturing it is simply playing the fairy dream.

  In the afternoon, Zhu Zhengwei planned to leave the city again.

Not only do I want to collect some animals along the way, but I also want to fully fulfill my previous idea. Go to the realistic Zhujing Village to take a look and see the parents and eldest brother in reality. The third brother was born in a dream, and in reality should be combined. does not exist.

  Although he was abandoned since he was a child, he is still connected by blood after all.

  He thought for a while, put on a mask and a peaked cap, revealed the mole of tears covered with concealer, and went to Zhujing Village.

  Bamboo View Village.

  Plants grow around the old buildings.

  In recent years, this has been a left-behind village, almost half of it is a deserted village.

Shancheng is not a big city in the first place, and the population loss is serious. Even mountain cities have many adults who go to other provinces to work. What’s more, this remote mountain village has more than a dozen households left at the entrance of the village, all of whom are left behind. .

  The golden sunlight in the afternoon shone on the earth quietly, a piece of tranquility.

  Several professors got off the car, looking at all this, their expressions became complicated.

   “Grandpa, you are slower.”

  Along with the shouting, a beautiful girl helped the old man to get out of the car slowly.

  Zheng Linshou looked at the old architectural scene, fragmented and familiar scattered memories rushed into his mind, “So many years have passed, and everything is the same in Mr. Zhang Zhi’s village. As students, we have come back to visit.”

  Another old professor looked with deep nostalgia, “Yes, the exact same buildings are already mottled, and some have collapsed.”

   “Grandpa, have you been here? I have never heard you talk about it.” Zheng Weiwei supported the old man, a little curious.

  She grew up listening to the story of her grandfather and has never heard of it.

  Although they are all born in Shancheng City, they have basically been to the nearby villages. Although Zhujing Village has passed by several times, they have never heard the grandfather talk about their origins.

Professor Zheng said: “It is also these few days that I accidentally heard some interesting things outside the college, an urban legend of a man with a tearful mole, and only then in the night I remembered some young memories or maybe suddenly inexplicable these few days. Here, the heads of Alzheimer’s were sober up a lot, and I remembered that we were students of Mr. Zhang Zhi, so let’s look back.”

  The brain suddenly became awake, which is the reason that the brain has been mining and exercising, and what happened in their local area network before them seems to have leaked something to reality.

“When people are old, they always like to cherish memory, and I can’t help but think of the dusty memories.” The old man smiled, showing a trace of nostalgia. “When the three of us were middle-aged, we were forced to go to the countryside. There is a cause here, to worship. I took a senior here as a teacher, so come and have a look.”

  Memory is very fragmented.

  They kept pondering, remembering, and finally rationalizing some contradictory memories with their subconscious mind.

  It seems that due to some unexpected reasons, some of the rooted dreams of their “reasoning the world” leaked to reality, and they could no longer distinguish between dreams and certain fragments of reality.

   “Yes, that is an admirable teacher. Unfortunately, we only followed him for more than ten years, and we were driven away by him and returned to the city.”

  The old man said: “After the relationship was severed, and we didn’t know each other, what happened here? We don’t know.”

“what?”

  Zheng Weiwei is puzzled.

  Unexpectedly, there is still this secret past.

  Grandpa is a well-known professor in the field of chemistry across the country. He has made great contributions to the field of chemistry. His apprentice teaches in various universities. Many students in related majors are considered grandpa’s apprentices and grandfathers. They have returned to Shancheng University for retirement only after retiring in recent years.

  She was a little curious about this old gentleman who even figures like grandpa admire.

  The era was very chaotic. I heard that there were many strangers and strangers, and there were also many chaotic scenes. When educated youth went to the countryside, it would always make people feel that many stories would happen.

   “Grandpa, I have never heard you talk about it before, you must talk about it!” Zheng Weiwei’s mouth was very sweet, and he helped Grandpa go forward.

  Several old people walked all the way, looking at the village full of memories.

  Some roads were completely deserted. Zheng Weiwei picked up the hatchet and chopped off some thorns and weeds in front of him, before he managed to make a path.

  They walked across a stone bridge covered with moss, raised their heads, and looked at a mountain.

  That mountain is still verdant and verdant, the same as it was back then.

  Zheng Linshou sighed in his heart, pointing to the mountain and said: “I remember the teacher back then took us up the mountain almost every year to meet a senior who lived in seclusion.”

  ”We still remember the gentleman who went up to the mountain to live in seclusion, and tried our knowledge. We were stupid, and we were so ashamed that we couldn’t answer, so we were very strict with our students afterwards.”

   “Almost every year, the teacher takes us up to the mountain to greet, and every time we go down the mountain for more than ten years, we are joyful and lonely, and worry about gains and losses.”

   “Until that year, the teacher was suddenly ecstatic and laughed like crazy.”

  ”The teacher has become younger. I will never forget the scene of that day in my life. It was dusk, the mountains were full of clouds, and the birds were flying.”

  As the old man said, Zheng Weiwei seemed to see a dust-covered story uncovering the old man’s body. It was the deepest time in a period of time.

  ”We were fully aware of it in a few years. The teacher learned the Fa, and other students began to covet it. The teacher noticed our abnormality and gradually alienated us. That year, we were forced to go our own way.”

   “In that year, we were going to leave, what year was it?” Suddenly, an old man next to him asked.

   “Yes, huh? Don’t remember.”

   “Just remember that the day the teacher drove us away, the children in the village still kept the 86 version of “Journey to the West”.”

   “The year that the teacher drove us away, according to the living standard at that time in memory, it was probably in the 1980s and 1990s.”

   “It turns out that the teacher drove us away in the 1990s. Two or three decades have passed since the blink of an eye. We old men are now in their 70s or 80s, and may not have survived for a few years.”

   “I don’t know if I can meet Mr. again in my lifetime.”

  These old people were discussing the timeline, walking on the stone road while talking, falling in Zheng Weiwei’s heart. At first she thought it was okay, but afterwards, the more she listened, the more weird she felt!

  Xia Qi.

   became younger.

  In the 1980s and 1990s, there were strange people in the mountains!

  A mysterious and unknown feeling pounced on her face, making Zheng Weiwei, who was studying history, full of curiosity. She knew that these old people were very knowledgeable.

  Even some of their elderly people feel so deeply about the years of Zhujing Village, I’m afraid it is not that simple.

   “Grandpa, why don’t you remember the specific period of time?” Zheng Weiwei tentatively asked.

“Yeah, why don’t you remember? That was the happiest thing in our lives, but we just don’t remember. There is always a voice deep in our memory that makes us forget. Maybe it’s the teacher’s hands and feet. For us, some things are not good to remember.”

  Grandpa kept whispering while walking.

  ”In my eyes, the teacher is already a figure comparable to ancient sages and great scholars, and he has been following in the footsteps of his brother. We have been thinking many times, what kind of character is that?”

“We are also wondering if the teacher has been chasing that person’s back, is it too tired, but” the old man at this moment, it seems that he is not the knowledgeable professor, but an old man who looked back on half of his life, and couldn’t help sighing. : “Later, the teacher got his wish and we were driven away, but we were very thankful that the teacher got what we wanted.”

   “My dear granddaughter, this is not a story, but a reality that happened 20 or 30 years ago.”

  Zheng Linshou faintly returned to the incredible mountain village years, and he followed that admirable character everywhere, learning all kinds of knowledge.

  The gradual aging of his body over the years also made him more and more aware of the teacher’s mood back then.

  This is the fear of death.

  If you haven’t seen it before, you won’t be afraid, you can see hope, how can you give up when you see the indifferent figure living in seclusion in the mountains?

  This is the case for myself, and the teacher who happened to be born in that family and saw a big child is even more so. It seems that he has become the demon of the teacher’s life, but the teacher has finally succeeded.

   “I don’t know where the teacher is now?” He couldn’t help looking at the mountain.

   “Maybe I went abroad.”

   “Or live in seclusion in a mountain village, and also live on a certain mountain.”

  The two old companions said one after another.

   “Perhaps, it’s dead already?” Zheng Wei whispered, tentatively.

  After all, counting time, grandpa is over seventy years old, and his teacher must be at least ninety to one hundred years old.

   “Naughty! The teacher has already stepped on that road, how can he walk in front of the old men of us?” The old man shook his head and smiled, following the mountains and wilds all the way.

  Which way?

What is it exactly?

  Zheng Weiwei was dazed.

  This is superstition, I’m afraid it’s not a few old people confused.

  But I still have awe in these few people, and I dare not ask indiscriminately, for fear that they will make the elderly angry again.

  At this age, still angry, there is going to be a big problem.

never mind!

I will endure!

  They walked to their destination.

  The ruined walls are already an abandoned house.

  Has long since disappeared, and there are moss and weeds everywhere.

  Along the way, the old man talked about what happened in every building here. It was very profound, and Zheng Weiwei was completely convinced that his grandfather had indeed lived in Zhujing Village for a while.

In the end, the old man stroked the red lacquered door that year. This is the former residence where the teacher grew up. “I don’t know where the teacher is now? He eventually became an immortal. After leaving us, he must have had a wonderful life. ? I still remember the teacher has the habit of writing a diary.”

  Longevity?

  Zheng Weiwei’s pupils dilated.

  But Zheng Weiwei didn’t dare to ask more, and continued to walk with Grandpa all the way.

   Passing by the house, came to the backyard, unexpectedly piled three graves.

   “Parents in reality, eldest brother, already” and there was a tall young man standing in front of the grave, wearing a peaked cap and mask, quietly lowering his head, and offering fruits.

  The old man was holding a cane, and suddenly trembled all over, and stretched out his fingers. The mixed emotions poured into his heart, causing crystal tears to flow in his eyes unconsciously, “You! You!!!”

  The man slowly turned his head and saw a mole on the corner of his eye.

  (End of this chapter)