Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 15 I Know

  Fu Tinghan's eyes fell on her lap, Zhao Hanzhang explained with a smile: "It's not a big problem, I'll be able to walk down the ground in a few days."

It's just a sprain and a bone fracture. In fact, it doesn't hurt much anymore. She can walk with a limping, but she is afraid of adding a burden to the injured leg. Second, she also thinks that limping is not good-looking. Third, she is just lazy. , so I would rather let people walk without walking.

   Zhao Hanzhang was sitting on the chariot, while Fu Tinghan was sitting on a low stool. It was inconvenient for the two of them to talk to each other, and they were too far apart.

   Zhao Hanzhang waved to him, and Fu Tinghan got up and walked to her side, looking down at her.

   Zhao Hanzhang leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you speak just now? Listen to the housekeeper, did you break your head?"

   She looked at the circle of cloth on his forehead worriedly, and asked in a low voice, "You... don't have any memory of him?"

  Fu Tinghan listened to her words and looked at her strangely, "Mr. Zhao, do you speak Yayu?"

   is still such a pure elegant language.

   He also lowered his voice and said, "If you have memories, when you think about them deliberately, most memories will slowly emerge. If you don't think about them deliberately, when you see people you used to know, related memories will also appear, but..."

   "Just because he has a memory doesn't mean he can have everything he has right away," Fu Tinghan said: "I tried to speak, but the accents are very different."

  Because of the memory, I can still understand it if I understand it. In addition, the Chinese Yayan has always been very different. With so many students under Fu Tinghan, there are naturally students from all over the country who have heard their local dialect Mandarin.

   Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said, "Professor Fu forgot what I taught at school in the first place?"

Fu Tinghan: ...he forgot, this teacher Zhao is a music teacher. Although she teaches piano, she seems to like language subjects. Not only can she speak French and German, but it is said that she took a Russian exchange student to learn it in two years. Russian.

   Even if you do not know Russian Braille, communication is not a problem.

   "Mr. Zhao is amazing."

   Zhao Hanzhang explained, "My ancestral home is in Luoyang. I lived with my grandfather when I was a child. Although there are some differences in pronunciation, I have memories and I quickly adapted to it."

After    woke up, she was silent in bed for several days.

  Fu Tinghan moved closer to the seat and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhao, is there any way for me to speak as soon as possible?"

   During this time, everyone treated him as a fool, but he was actually quite uncomfortable.

   Zhao Hanzhang told him sympathetically: "My family and I claimed that I lost my memory."

  Fu Tinghan "Amnesia... You won't forget the language you're used to, right?"

   "No," Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "So I wronged Professor Fu, but we can find a chance to meet and I can teach you."

   She said: "It's not enough for a book boy to read and become familiar with Yayan, you have to speak it yourself to correct it."

   Fu Tinghan nodded.

  The housekeeper felt that they had been talking for too long, so he couldn't help poking his head in from the gate of the courtyard to see that their eldest son was leaning on Zhao Sanniang's seat, bowing his head and talking to someone, and he was shocked.

   Dalangjun and Zhao Sanniang are so close?

   No, no, they will speak up?

   He couldn't help leaning in a little more, trying to **** up his ears, but the two sides were too far apart, and they were talking so softly that he didn't even hear them at all.

   Hearing He endured, but still couldn't hold back, ran over from the other side and pulled the butler back.

  The housekeeper smiled at Chong Ting He and asked in a low voice, "Little lady, did your Sanniang and our eldest son have contacts before?"

   "No!" Ting He denied it directly, trying to correct Zhao Sanniang's name, "Our Sanniang only heard about Fu Dalang-Jun from Master Lang yesterday."

   You are so bold, you just came to the door like this?

   The housekeeper's heart trembled, this marriage is about to happen, what will happen to their mistress in the future?

   Zhao Hanzhang was still conspiring with Fu Tinghan, "...I just went to the gate of the city to see that there was nothing unusual. We appeared there suddenly. If we go back, we should go back there too, right?"

Fu Tinghan smiled bitterly, "Mr. Zhao, this is not mathematics, it is already a metaphysics category. I have been thinking about it for a while now. I suspect it is related to the earthquake and celestial phenomena at that time. If the soul replacement is carried out according to the same conditions, then We must at least have the vibration conditions and celestial phenomena at that time, and the energy value is also specific, but firstly, we do not have the specific value at that time, and secondly, it is difficult to create the energy value of the micro-variable under the existing conditions, so I I don't have much hope of going back, I can only work towards it and hope for luck."

   Zhao Hanzhang's attention was on another word, "Soul replacement? You mean..."

   Fu Tinghan nodded, "Yes, I suspect that the two of them should be the same as us."

   Zhao Hanzhang sat up straight, "How did you come to the conclusion?"

"Our experience has confirmed that time and space are real, so I set space and time as a quantity, and we are in this quantity. Since time and space are exchanged, we have changed from one quantity to another quantity. Similarly, this quantity should also be There is a corresponding amount in the past, otherwise the amount will be out of balance.”

   Zhao Hanzhang: "It's just two souls..."

   "In mathematics, even the numerical value after the decimal point has a great influence. You forgot the butterfly effect? ​​I don't think quantity will make you unbalanced."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Professor Fu is anthropomorphizing quantity by saying that?"

  Fu Tinghan smiled but said nothing.

   Zhao Hanzhang directly believed his conclusion, knocked on his hand and pondered, "In this case, I don't know if they are still alive, and..."

   "Also, if there are enough variables that can be exchanged on our side, but they don't happen at the same time on their side, is there any chance of us swapping back? Or just die?"

   Zhao Hanzhang suddenly asked: "So many people die here every day, aren't these amounts gone?"

   Fu Tinghan shook his head, "No, death is not death."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "It is said that the end of mathematics is metaphysics. Will Professor Fu believe in metaphysics in the future?"

   Fu Tinghan looked down at her and said, "We are standing here now, but I don't believe it."

   Zhao Hanzhang:…

   Zhao Hanzhang believed Fu Tinghan's inference, and began to worry, "The elevator was falling very fast at that time, I don't know what happened to our body. Zhao Hezhen is only a fourteen-year-old girl who suddenly became blind..."

   Zhao Hanzhang sighed, it was so pitiful, not only was he fourteen years older, but he was also blind. When he woke up in a strange world, he couldn't see or say anything, and he might be seriously injured.

   Zhao Hanzhang was a little irritable, "Professor Fu, we have to find a way to go back as soon as possible."

  Fu Tinghan also wants to go back, but he thinks it is impossible. He has been contemplating and deducing them all this time, and he doesn't think there is a possibility for them to go back. There are too many variables.

But seeing the cold look on Zhao Hanzhang's face, he softened his voice, "I will try my best, and Teacher Zhao doesn't have to worry too much. In modern society, at least they can get the best treatment, and there are schools and Professor Fang. ."

   Even if there is something wrong with their body and soul, both of them can be well taken care of.

   Plus each other's wealth is also a lot.

   Zhao Hanzhang frowned, raised his head and asked, "Does Professor Fu have any close relatives?"

  Professor Fu smiled faintly, "No, my parents died early."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "What a coincidence, so am I."

  Professor Fu whispered, "I know."

   See you at 8pm

   (end of this chapter)