Volume 4: Spacetime Singularity Chapter 24 I am also a pedestrian
It is said that everyone will miss the previous period at some point in their life, which mainly depends on how well they are living at the moment.
For example, when I was in high school, I missed the ease of junior high school. When I was in college, I missed the youthfulness of high school. After I started working, I began to miss the freedom of college. Little did we know that each period itself has its own merits that are worth cherishing.
However, we cannot blame them. People who do this are not ungrateful for what they have. They are just not happy enough at every stage of their life.
Fang Cheng would always miss his previous era, but he had a pretty comfortable life in high school, so he liked to reminisce about his high school life mainly after he entered college. After all, his high school years were much more colorful than his college years.
This seems quite unusual. Don’t teachers always tell you that you can have fun as you please when you get to college?
But for Fang Cheng , after entering university, the knowledge he needed to master suddenly changed from limited to infinite. After all, the scope of the college entrance examination was only those things, and the content of the competition basically would not exceed the scope of ordinary physics.
And in the top university where he is studying, as long as he wants, he can learn all the achievements of mankind in physics from Galileo to the 21st century. Four years is just a short moment in the face of this knowledge.
Therefore, the relaxed feeling of "completing the task" that he often had in high school disappeared in college. He felt that no matter how much work he did or how much knowledge he absorbed, he was not worthy of playing.
In Ning Yu'an 's words, this is the magic of roll.
Therefore, this contrast made Fang Cheng start to miss his high school life immediately after the novelty of entering university wore off, and he devoted all his time and energy to studying.
But after meeting the aliens, Fang Cheng felt relieved all of a sudden. The limitations of human science were slapped right in his face by the advanced civilization in a very unreasonable way.
All sorts of incomprehensible phenomena, technologies that could not be explained by physics at all, and the alien's own words: "There are big problems with the human scientific paradigm", made him suddenly feel that his previous process was very boring.
But the aliens could not tell him what the correct theory was, and as a frog he would never be able to jump out of the dry well in his lifetime. The thought of doing so was very despairing.
This cannot be blamed on the aliens. The history of metal civilization has proved countless times that forcibly breaking the limitations of indigenous life will indeed bring about many uncontrollable consequences. Every item in the regulations was concluded after paying a huge price.
In the face of ignorance, the gods themselves remain silent.
Of course, another important reason was that he met a genius girl, who made him realize that people have limits and that lack of talent cannot be compensated by hard work.
"Oh, by the way, did you know there's a used bookstore on this slope?"
"You've told me this several times, don't you remember it after you've said it?"
"So, why don't you take a look at it..."
On one side of this coastal avenue is the coastline, and on the other side is a slope with a drop of only a few dozen meters. The slope is planted with pine trees used as windbreaks, and the top of the slope is dotted with small houses in an orderly manner.
These slopes once became popular online attractions because if you stand halfway and look towards the sea, the clean sea surface in the distance is like a slowly unfolding curtain. The exquisite small villas with red roofs dotted on both sides of the road, and the pine trees in the distance look like an oil painting.
The two people walked slowly upwards along the street. As they increased in altitude, they did not feel tired. After all, they were not really moving in the space where the earth was.
Fang Cheng was a little confused about which space he was in, and he was just moving by feeling. He had gradually adapted to the up and down, left and right of this world, although he still couldn't put it into words.
This is a bit like riding a bicycle. Anyway, you know how to ride it, but you can't tell which specific muscles to move or how to move them.
"Do you still remember when you were a kid and you almost rolled down this slope?"
"When you were a kid...how young?"
"In elementary school, I remember you were pushed by someone, and your mother was scared at the time."
When he was in primary school, Fang Cheng was very naughty and often played pranks with others. But after entering junior high school, his personality took a 180-degree turn for some reason and he became a very serious person.
"Who is that? I don't even remember. How come you remember it so clearly..."
"I forgot his name too. It should be someone I haven't seen since I graduated from junior high school. I really can't remember it for the time being."
Life is like a journey. There are many people who accompany you for a while, but there are almost no people who can accompany you all the time.
"But why do you want to go to that bookstore?"
"I don't know, but I feel like I should go there. It seems like something there is calling me."
The appearance of the old fisherman's house was exactly the same as it was during the winter vacation. In fact, not only that, Fang Cheng felt that the house had never changed since the first time he saw it, even the location where the wall paint fell off had not changed at all.
They passed through the locked door and walked into the pitch-black interior of the building.
The residents of this city had all been evacuated long ago, and the room was empty. In fact, even if there was someone there, it would be difficult to detect. After all, the owner of this house liked to bury himself in piles of books, and he would not be found unless you looked carefully.
Fang Cheng already had a fixed impression of him. He had heard neighbors talking about how this old man was a top student. However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, he could no longer stay in the university, so he simply returned to his hometown and opened a bookstore.
He always felt that this setting was very similar to the sweeping monk in martial arts novels, or the hidden boss at the end of a level in a game, or the person who planned everything behind the scenes in a detective novel. So he always respected this old man very much.
Although his dialect always made Fang Cheng feel very out of place, Fang Cheng would involuntarily switch to dialect mode when talking to him.
The room was dark, and because the window faced west, there was basically no light coming in. After several minutes, Fang Cheng was able to see the furnishings in the room.
The location and number of books have not changed much, and the whole house is still packed full, leaving only an aisle of less than half a meter.
Fang Cheng ignored all the books for some reason, walked through the rows of bookshelves and went straight into the owner's bedroom. There was an antique wooden desk with neatly stacked draft papers on it, covered with various formulas.
