Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 336 Is It You

"Have you read this book?" Xu Yuhan asked while flipping through the book.

Zhang nodded, "I flipped through it for a while before you came back."

"how do you feel?"

"I'm not a student of philosophy, so how can I feel anything?"

Xu Yuhan pouted, "You don't study literature either, you have written so many books."

"This is different. Writing a book is not very professional. I am afraid that students in the philosophy department may not be able to understand your father's book and the things written earlier."

Xu Yuhan nodded and agreed, "Yeah, it's hard to understand. For example, the first sentence of the book's first attitude towards objectivity makes people feel inexplicable, 'It hasn't realized what the thought itself contains. However, they believe that the truth can be known only by the function of boredom, that is, the objective real nature is presented in front of the consciousness'. It seems a very common sentence, but most people really see it. I don’t understand. If you want to understand this, you need to know what metaphysics is, and even if you know what metaphysics is, you may not be able to understand this sentence. Many of the junior students in the philosophy department have never been exposed to philosophy before, so They don’t understand these things in my dad’s book.”

"You actually understand philosophy." Zhang Zhong laughed.

"Besides, I don't really understand it, I just know some relatively simple theories." Xu Yuhan looked at Zhang Zhong, "Why, do you feel that I am also very good?"

"You are already very good." Zhang Zhong took the book from her hand, "Although the theory is very boring, the essays at the back of this book are well written, full of life and interesting."

"Hee hee, I feel the same way, but my dad used these things to make up the numbers. He still felt guilty. At that time, he told my mother every day to put these essays in, and he always felt a little fooled. My mother comforted him. He said that his essays are also very valuable, not worse than those theoretical content. At that time, I couldn't untie the knot in my heart. I told my mother every day that my mother was annoyed by what he said, and finally told him, your book No one read it, worrying about this is unfounded worry. After that, my dad stopped nagging."

"Your father was hit by your mother."

"Yes, but my dad is used to being beaten by my mother. There are two of them, one is a liberal arts student and the other is a science student. Their brain circuits are often not on the same channel."

Zhang Zhong joked, "Then in your family, there are liberal arts students, science students, and an art student like you, so it's not going to be fried."

"Frying pot is definitely not, because if there is a real quarrel, I have to listen to my mother." Xu Yuhan laughed.

Zhang Zhong smiled, and turned the book to the back again, "I'm quite interested in the following notes, and I'm talking about you here..."

"Hey, don't read it." Before Zhang Chong finished speaking, Xu Yuhan snatched the book away.

Xu Yuhan knew what Zhang Zhongzhong said, and there was a past incident Xu Wenxuan said in it. When Xu Yuhan was in college, he went home on vacation and took a long nap. He slept from noon until evening. When he got up, he saw her mother mopping the floor in the room. The person was still a little confused, so he asked: Hey, where is my mother?
But Cao Ruixia stared at her daughter for a long time before carefully saying: I am your mother.

Xu Wenxuan wants to use such a thing to explain the concept of symbols in philosophy. When people get along with each other, they also know each other through symbols. Even people who are very close and acquainted will have similar things happen because they forget a specific symbol at a certain moment. .

"I just woke up at the time, and I was still a little dazed. My mother looked very familiar, but I forgot who she was. Later, when I thought about it, it felt quite strange." Xu Yuhan said holding the book.

"Human memory is a very magical thing. Although in theory, human memory is similar to the way a computer extracts data. But after all, human beings are not computers, and the way of processing memory is somewhat different. You have heard of such a People, every morning when they wake up, they forget everything and start all over again."

Xu Yuhan shook his head, "Is there such a person?"

"I haven't seen it, but I have heard such a story. It is said that there is such a woman, she will have different degrees of memory loss after she wakes up every morning. When she was in college. When she woke up every morning, she would face a lot of doubts, because for her, the time from when the memory stayed to the present does not exist. Just imagine, if one day, You wake up in the morning and the person next to you tells you you're 50, but the last thing you remember is sitting on the couch talking to me, what's it like?"

"Don't scare me. It's really creepy to hear you say that. If that's the case, it's too scary. For this kind of person, isn't time stolen?"

"It's almost like being stolen, and the time of being stolen is different every day. Every morning, I have to go through someone else to know about my amnesia."

"This is really scary. Then she is probably busy enough just figuring out her memory loss every day." Xu Yuhan was brought into the story by Zhang Zhong, and the more she thought about it, the more pressure she felt. Finally, she looked at Zhang Zhong, He suddenly laughed, "You're not talking about the idea of ​​your new book, are you?"

"No, I just thought of this suddenly."

"Well, but such a person is also easy to be deceived. After all, she has no memory, so why don't others just make up stories? In movies, there are always women who lose their memory and are deceived by men. And like this You don’t have to take any risks, even if you see through today, you can continue tomorrow, because she loses her memory every day.” Xu Yuhan expressed her thoughts.

Zhang nodded and said, "Well, that's the case, but also, liars will be very tired. After all, they have to lie again every day, because the previous liars will also lose their effect due to her memory loss."

"That's true."

Zhang Zhong looked at Xu Yuhan: "If you wake up, 30 years later, what would you do?"

"Then I must go to my parents first, they won't lie to me."

"Then if there is a man by your side who tells you that he is your husband, and that your parents have passed away, and that your relatives and friends have long stopped, would you believe it?"

"Is that man you?" Xu Yuhan asked.

Zhang Zhong was silent for a while, then said, "What if it was me?"

Xu Yuhan laughed, "Then I believe it."

"Then, what if it's not me?" Zhang Zhong asked again.

Xu Yuhan shook his head, "That's impossible."

(End of this chapter)