Deep Space Fleet

Sitting idly in his seat, there was no way to calm his mind. Zhang Yuan didn't know what was going on. He always heard a voice in his heart telling himself that these were the emails sent yesterday, no matter whether it was due to etiquette, responsibility, or obligation.

But reason also told him that these people have long since ceased to exist and no reply is needed.

Even if they reply, they will not receive it.

Even, he is no longer an authority on turbulence. For one hundred and eighty-three years, human beings have explored this method very clearly, and perhaps a new theory has emerged, and he does not need his guidance.

"What's the point?"

He sighed again, trying to free himself from these complicated scientific documents.

No need, really no need.

The next letter from Xu was no longer a scientific research letter, but the good news that Ye Qingqing, the aunt's daughter, was admitted to the university.

Because she usually does not work hard, her college entrance examination scores are not good. The university she was admitted to is only a local university, which is quite average.

However, for a girl who has just entered adulthood, it can also be regarded as a crucial step towards future life.

I also sent a photo above, with Ye Qingqing's smiley flowery face, holding an admission notice in her hand, showing off with a bit of confusion.

"Cousin, I'm admitted to college. Haha, finally I can have a pleasant summer vacation, no make-up lessons, no parents, so happy and happy! There will be a cool boyfriend in the university campus in the future Waiting for me here. I'll show it to you when I find it. "

Ye Qingqing's voice traveled through time and space and reached Zhang Yuan's eardrum.

"Congratulations!" Zhang Yuan typed a few words on the computer.

Then, considering it in silence, he deleted it again.

I remember his last summer on earth, as if it were extremely hot, and recalled the scene of repairing the radio at Ye Qingqing's house ...

傻 This silly girl doesn't like to read books, but the professional selection is very good. She should be unemployed without graduation.

The next e-mail is a wedding photo from my sister Wang Lili.

"Mr. Zhang, when I was at home with a child today, I suddenly thought of you. Time passed so fast, it has been 4 years since you left. Many things have happened in these years, and eventually, uh ... I married A local tyrant. It's a pity you can't drink a wedding, hey. "

"I'll send you my wedding photo."

"Send you another picture of your baby! Is it cute?"

【Photo】 【Photo】

"Haha, this girl is married, the children are so old, there is no hope to pursue me!"

"Oh, by the way, now you are hibernating ... Suddenly I thought of you and came to condolences. I don't know when you will wake up, when will you see my message? No ... that At that time, I was already dead? "

"The Deep Space Foundation is really stingy. It costs ten yuan to send an email."

"Nothing else, good luck."

"Happy life!"

Zhang Zhang lowered her head, and her eyes were a little fuzzy.

Life is so dramatic, sister Wang Lili abandoned her dog-licking boyfriend and married a local tyrant ...

After a long while, I opened the next one.

He felt that he was reading the life of all his friends ... from the days after he left to death.

Time is like a videotape, fast forward.

The tartar is really a fragile creature. Why ... suddenly disappeared?

No doubt, as time passed, he was remembered less and less.

At the beginning, there were a lot of letters from various friends, but later, there was only one in three or five years. Later, one for thirty or fifty years.

Tatar is a forgetful creature. Not only the whole world is forgetting him, but all his friends and relatives are forgetting him. Ye Qingqing said he wanted to show him his boyfriend, but he didn't send it in the end.

Professor Wang Zhong died at the age of 147. This letter was sent to him by his sister Xu Yunjing.

147 years old. At that time, it was a relatively long life.

But for Zhang Yuan, it was just a video yesterday, farewell, and he died today.

He still remembers what Professor Wang Zhong said finally: "... Everything in this world is not worth nostalgia, and look at the world after three thousand years!"

感觉 This feeling, I don't know how to describe it ... It's unreal, but it's real. The pain of parting that has spread out over the past few decades needs to be sustained within a day.

Zhang Yuan seems to be numb, it feels like watching a less exciting TV series.

I saw that at the end, there was only one letter in the mailbox.

And the span is exceptionally huge, and the penultimate seal, a full forty years apart.

It seemed that Zhang was out of breath, and Zhang Yuan stunned for a long while before trying to open it.

"Hello Mr. Zhang Yuan."

"Unconsciously, I have become an old lady over a hundred years old. Presumably you are still hibernating, you must still be young, it is an enviable thing."

"Today, I hugged the cat at home and sat in the shade for afternoon tea. Somehow, I suddenly thought of you. The memory is too long, and I realized that I can't remember your appearance, even, even The names are a little fuzzy. "

"But I still remember that wonderful and strange night ..."

"Ha, you are so cute!"

"I quickly pulled out my phone and logged in to my long-lost social account."

"I found our group photo, and my long-lost memories came one after another, and before I knew it, I had a subtle touch."

"I was so beautiful at that time, white and beautiful, but you are also handsome!"

"I was thinking, if I take the initiative a little more ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ will you stay? Maybe, what a shame! But more likely, you won't stay."

"I like to think of things like this when I'm old, and I want to make up for the regrets of my youth."

"I still like you very much, deep space colony, what a cool thing. But I'm already an old lady! Can the old lady shine the second spring? Of course not, I can't catch up to light years Outside of you. "

"I still don't show you what I look like now. I still like what I looked like when I was young. Everyone likes to look beautiful and youthful."

"But time is a sailing boat that flows down the river. The years have changed and it is no longer simple and there is no way to push it back. By the way, I am already a best-selling novel writer, isn't it surprising?"

"I promised to stop contacting, but I can't bear it! Maybe it's because I'm old and I haven't lived for a few years ... I always have many thoughts to tell you, I feel like you are my whole life It seems that my good friend can always understand me, but I don't know what to say. "

"It's too long in my life, enough stories have happened ... If these past stories disappeared with me, I don't know what it means."

"Forget it, let's not say it."

"You should know who I am."

"good luck."

The mailbox is empty and there are no more unread files.

Even if you have prepared enough in advance, when the facts really come, you still feel so heavy.

So heavy!

Zhang Yuan turned off the computer, lay on the table, cried with headache, and tears dripped on the desktop.

The room was dark and there was no light.