Human Brain Ranch

"Everyone did well in the exam this time. Those who failed the exam, be more vigilant. Your college life shouldn't be so rotten." The counselor lectured above.

Zhu Zhengwei still attends classes during the day, and occasionally looks at the scene in the world.

He concealed his temperament, covered the tear mole with concealer, and tried to do his daily routine as before.

Of course, he is also constantly looking for various animals in his spare time, pulling them into his dreams, and logging into his "biological root database".

He can go a long way sometimes.

Go to the zoo in the next city, lions, tigers, wolves, bears.

As for these farther ones, Zhu Zhengwei pulled them into the database and logged in once, and logged into the "biological gene illustration book", leaving real genetic data and becoming the original program of the world.

As for capture, when the resident server?

How much computing power can the brain capacity of animals provide?

It's better to find a few more students who failed the course and let them exercise their brains.

And thinking about it this way, simply collecting all kinds of illustrated books without capturing them is simply playing Pokémon.

Zhu Zhengwei planned to go out of the city again in the afternoon.

Not only to collect some animals along the way, but also want to fully implement a previous idea, go to the real Zhujing Village to have a look, see the real parents, and the eldest brother. The third brother was born in a dream, and in reality it should not does not exist.

After all, although they were abandoned since childhood, they are connected by blood after all.

After thinking about it, he put on a mask and a peaked cap, revealing the tear mole covered up with concealer, and headed for Zhujing Village.

Zhujing Village.

Plants grow around old buildings.

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

The mountain city is not a big city in the first place, and the population loss is serious. Even the mountain city has many middle-aged people who go to other provinces to work, not to mention this remote mountain village, there are only a dozen families left at the entrance of the village, and they are all left-behind elderly people. .

The golden sun in the afternoon quietly shone on the earth, and it was quiet.

Several professors got out of the car and looked at all this with complicated expressions.

"Grandpa, please slow down."

Accompanied by shouts, a beautiful girl helped the old man get out of the car slowly.

Zheng Linshou looked at the old architectural scene, and fragmented and familiar memories rushed to his mind, "After so many years, Mr. Zhang Zhi's village is still the same. As students, we came back to visit again."

Another old professor looked with deep nostalgia, "Yes, the exact same buildings have been mottled, and some have collapsed."

"Grandpa, have you ever been here? I've never heard you mention it." Zheng Weiwei asked curiously while supporting the old man.

She grew up listening to grandpa's stories and never heard of this place.

Although they were all born in Shancheng City, they have basically been to the nearby villages. Although they passed by Zhujing Village a few times, they have never heard anything about their origins from their grandfather.

Professor Zheng said: "It was also in the past few days that I happened to hear some interesting things outside the college, an urban legend about a man with a mole, and only then did I recall some scattered memories of my youth at night, or maybe it was suddenly inexplicable these days During the day, my head, which was about to become dementia, sobered up a lot, and I remembered that we are students of Mr. Zhang Zhi, so it must be a flashback."

The brain suddenly became sober, which was the reason why the brain had been trained in mining, and in front of them, what happened in their local area network seemed to have leaked into reality.

"When people get old, they always like to remember, and they can't help thinking of dusty memories." The old man smiled, showing a trace of nostalgia, "When the three of us were middle-aged, we were forced to send educated youth to the countryside. There is a relationship here. I have hired a senior here as a teacher, so come and see."

Memory is scattered.

They continue to ponder, recall, and eventually rationalize some contradictory memories along with the subconscious.

It seems that due to some unexpected reasons, some of their dreams of the root of the "reasonable world" leaked into reality, and they have been unable to distinguish certain fragments of dreams and reality.

"That's right, that is an admirable teacher. Unfortunately, we have only followed him for more than ten years before we were driven away by him and returned to the city."

The old man said: "After the relationship was severed, we never communicated with each other. What happened here? We don't know."

"ah?"

Zheng slightly puzzled.

Unexpectedly, there is such a 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 chemical engineering. His apprentices teach in various universities. Many students of related majors are regarded as grandpa's disciples and grandchildren. They also returned to Shancheng University after retirement in the past few years.

She was a little curious about who this old gentleman who even a figure like Grandpa admired was.

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

"Grandpa, I've never heard you talk about it, you must tell me!" Zheng Weiwei had a sweet mouth, and helped her grandfather 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 a machete and cut down some thorns and weeds in front, barely opening a road.

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

That mountain is still green and lush, just like it was back then.

Zheng Linshou felt emotional in his heart, pointing to the mountain and said, "I remember that the teacher took us up the mountain almost every year to meet a senior who lives in seclusion."

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

"Almost every year, the teacher took us up the mountain to greet us. In the following ten years, every time we went down the mountain, we were happy and lonely, worrying about gains and losses."

"Until that year, the teacher suddenly became ecstatic and laughed like crazy."

"The teacher has become younger, and I will never forget the scene of that day in my life. It was dusk, there was a glow in the mountains, and the birds were flying."

Following the old man's narration, Zheng Weiwei seemed to see a dusty story about the old man revealed, it was the most profound time in a period of time.

"We were completely aware of it a few years later. The teacher obtained the Fa, and other students began to covet us. The teacher noticed our anomaly and gradually alienated us. That year, we were forced to go our separate ways."

"That year, we went our separate ways. What year was it?" Suddenly, an old man next to him asked.

"Yes, huh? I don't remember."

"I just remember that the day the teacher drove us away, the children in the village were still playing the 86 version of Journey to the West."

"The year that teacher drove us away, according to the living standards 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. In the blink of an eye, 20 or 30 years have passed. We old men are now in their 70s and 80s, and we may not have a few years to live."

"I don't know if I can meet Mr. again in my lifetime."

These old people were discussing the timeline, talking while walking on the stone road, it fell into Zheng Weiwei's heart, at first she thought it was okay, but afterward, the more she listened to it, the more weird it became!

Xia gas.

Get younger.

In the 1980s and 1990s, the strange man in the mountain!

A mysterious and unknown feeling rushed towards her face, making Zheng Weiwei, who studied history, full of curiosity. She knew that these old people were very knowledgeable.

Even the few of them are so fond of those years in Zhujing Village, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

"Grandpa, why don't you remember the specific period of time?" Zheng Weiwei asked tentatively.

"Yeah, why don't you remember it? That was the happiest thing in our life, but we just don't remember it. There is always a voice deep in our memory that makes us forget it. Maybe it was the teacher's hands and feet. For us, some things are better than remembering."

Grandpa kept whispering as he walked.

"In my eyes, the teacher is already a figure comparable to the ancient sages and sages. He has been around the world, but he has been following in his brother's footsteps. We often wonder, what kind of character is that?"

"We are also wondering if the teacher has been chasing that person's back, is it too tiring, but" the old man at this moment, as if not the knowledgeable professor, but an old man who looks back on half his life, couldn't help sighing : "Later, the teacher got what he wanted, and we were driven away, but we are very glad that the teacher got what we wanted."

"My dear granddaughter, this is not a story, but a reality that happened twenty or thirty years ago."

Zheng Linshou's heart faintly returned to the incredible years in the mountain village, and he followed that admirable person to run around and learn all kinds of knowledge.

The gradual aging of his body over the years also made him more aware of the mood of the teacher 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 that indifferent figure living in seclusion in the mountains?

This is the case for me, and it is even more so for the teacher who happened to be born in that family and saw him grow up. It seems that he has become the teacher's demon all his life, but the teacher succeeded in the end.

"I don't know where the teacher is now?" He looked at the mountain and couldn't help asking.

"Perhaps abroad."

"Or live in a mountain village in seclusion, or live on a certain mountain."

The two companions said one after another.

"Maybe, it's already the end of life?" Zheng Weiwei probed in a low voice.

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

"Nonsense! The teacher has already stepped on that road, how could he walk ahead of us old men?" The old man shook his head and smiled, and followed the mountains all the way.

which way?

What is it exactly?

Zheng Weiwei was dumbfounded.

This is superstition, I'm afraid it's not a few old fools.

But I still have respect for these few people, and I dare not ask random questions, for fear of making the old man angry again.

If you are still angry at this age, you are going to have a big problem.

never mind!

I will endure!

They go to their destination.

The ruins are already a ruined house.

There have been no human habitation, and there are moss and weeds everywhere.

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

In the end, the old man caressed the red lacquered door, which was the former residence where the teacher visited him. ? I still remember the teacher's habit of keeping a diary."

Immortal?

Zheng Weiwei's pupils dilated.

But Zheng Weiwei didn't dare to ask more questions, and continued to support his grandfather as he walked.

Passing the house and coming to the backyard, there were three graves piled up.

"The parents in reality, the eldest brother, have already been." And there was a tall and straight young man standing in front of the grave, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, quietly lowering his head, offering melons and fruits.

Leaning on crutches, the old man suddenly trembled all over and stretched out his fingers. The turbulent emotions of the years poured into his heart, causing crystal tears to flow unconsciously in his eyes, "You! You!!!"

The man turned his head slowly, only to see a tear mole in the corner of his eye.