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Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, consciousness surged out from the illusory palace of memories like a tide.

As his pupils flickered, it seemed that various images carrying information still lingered.

In the bedroom, bright and warm sunlight spilled onto the red pine floor.

On the old desk beside the bed, a dictionary lay open, its pages slightly curled.

A fountain pen, an alarm clock, and a desk lamp were quietly placed aside, refracting a hazy luster.

Fang Cheng blinked, his gaze subconsciously sweeping around.

For a moment, he was somewhat unable to distinguish whether he was still in the palace of memories or in his real bedroom.

He sniffed hard, and instantly countless complex scents rushed towards his nose.

The fragrance of wood, the smell of ink from the paper, the strange odor of sweat and detergent intertwined on the bedding…

And also, the smell of dust stirred up by the wind.

Fang Cheng gently closed the dictionary and looked towards the floral curtains fluttering in the wind.

Then, he placed his hands on the windowsill and leaned out to look outside.

Downstairs, wisps of smoke curled up from the breakfast stall, and the aroma of meat buns and fried dough sticks wafted in the air.

Several office workers in suits and leather shoes stuffed food into their mouths and hurried towards the bus stop.

Old Zhao, the neighboring vegetable vendor, slowly rode past on his tricycle.

People came and went on the street, some fast, some slow, each heading towards their own destination.

Looking at the vivid scene before him, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he muttered to himself:

“It’s the real world, that’s right…”

Then, he sat back in his chair and let out a soft sigh.

The “memory palace” he had just constructed was too realistic.

It actually caused him to have an illusion, almost deceiving his consciousness.

Looking back on it carefully, it was also reasonable.

After all, the image materials he used to build the palace all came from his real bedroom.

It was almost a one-to-one replica, not even the slightest dust, or the marks on the walls and desk were missed.

If the “memory palace” built by ordinary people is just a phantom with the appearance, then the palace built by Fang Cheng can be said to be built and decorated by himself, brick by brick, piece by piece of wood, and piece by piece of wall ash.

Moreover, each “building material” contains his life memories, and all kinds of information left over from more than ten years of life.

The reason why Fang Cheng still felt touch, smell, and sound similar to reality in the memory palace was entirely because, during the construction process, he magnified the perception of his five senses through meditation, and integrated some information from the other four senses into it as decoration materials.

However, this information is ultimately just incidental.

It is impossible to achieve meticulousness and complete reproduction like the image material obtained by using the "speed reading" skill.

At the thought of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but have a whim.

If he could really integrate all the information perceived by the five senses into the memory palace, and then continue to expand and extend it, from a room to a building, to a street, to a city, wouldn't it be equivalent to creating a “My World”?

Such a vast amount of work, I am afraid that even if the human brain is developed to 100%, it cannot carry enough information and materials.

Fang Cheng shook his head secretly, abandoning this overly outrageous idea.

In fact, the main reason why he was able to complete the prototype construction of a “memory palace” in a short period of time was that he was very familiar with the environment at home.

After all, he had lived in this house for a long time.

If he changed to a completely unfamiliar place, it would not be so easy.

Moreover.

The imagined “memory palace” is easily forgotten, faded, collapsed, and disappeared over time.

It requires the builder to constantly consolidate and strengthen it, and continue to invest in maintenance work.

This is also a considerable mental burden.

Gurgle——

While thinking, his stomach suddenly growled.

Fang Cheng suddenly woke up.

After obtaining the special effect of the “memory palace” skill, he was immersed in the wonderful feeling of creating a world.

He even forgot to eat breakfast!

He glanced at the alarm clock on the table, which showed the time was 9:28.

In a while, it will be noon.

Fang Cheng immediately restrained his mind and got up to get dressed.

He prepared to go out to the supermarket to purchase supplies, and then come back to make a hearty meal to make up for the energy consumption of his body.

After eating and drinking his fill, he would go to the hospital to visit his grandfather in the afternoon.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Xiguan District.

The afternoon sun shone through the windows of the hospital corridor, casting mottled shadows.

Two medical staff members quickly passed by pushing a stretcher, repeatedly shouting "Make way".

Fang Cheng leaned against the wall to make way, and then strode towards the ward where his grandfather was.

The door was ajar, and he gently pushed it open.

The warmth of the air conditioner, along with the voices of his relatives chatting, rushed towards him.

“Oh, here comes our Fang family's great talent!”

Xiaogu (Aunt) Fang Yu had sharp eyes and was the first to spot Fang Cheng. She immediately stepped forward and warmly grabbed his hand, her strength as if expressing a long-lost emotion.

Having been sent by the company to work abroad, she only had time to return to Dongdu for the Spring Festival holiday this year.

She had originally planned to come to his house as a guest, but it didn't work out because the apartment building was sealed off.

She just stood downstairs and greeted him from afar, and asked the police to put the gift at the entrance of the corridor before driving back.

Because she heard from her mother that her grandfather had cancer and had just undergone surgery, she specially brought her husband to the hospital to visit today.

“Acheng, how is your residential building? Did anything happen?”

“I didn’t feel it when I went to your house the day before yesterday, but now that I look closer, you are much stronger than before. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Fang Yu spoke very fluently, saying words of concern one after another.

“Nothing happened. It was unsealed yesterday afternoon. It's mainly because I've been staying at home these days. I feel like I've gained several pounds.”

Fang Cheng replied with a smile, then looked at the weak and kind old man lying on the hospital bed.

And his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple.

“Grandpa, Mom.”

After calling out twice, Fang Cheng looked around the ward environment.

This was a single VIP ward, with a spacious and bright space.

A comfortable big bed was in the center, with various user-friendly appliances around it.

Against the wall, there was also a set of simple sofas and coffee tables for visitors to rest.

Overall, it looked comfortable and warm, allowing people to recuperate in peace.

Of course, the daily hospitalization fee must be indispensable.

But now the family is financially well-off, so there is no need to worry about this expense at all.

In addition to Xiaogu and her husband, there were also several relatives from his grandfather's side who came to visit today.

Some of them were working in Dongdu, and some of them had come specially from the countryside. Everyone gathered together and it seemed very lively.

Li Zhenhua opened his slightly cloudy eyes, looked at Fang Cheng, and after identifying him for a while, he recognized the appearance of his grandson.

“Is Acheng here?”

Afterward, a smile appeared on his face as he propped himself up to sit on the bed.

Fang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and supported him with both hands.

"Grandpa, your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Just lie down and rest well, don't move around."

"It's fine, I've been resting for a week. The doctor said that appropriate activity after surgery can promote the recovery of digestive function."

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Li Zhenhua waved his hand, refusing to admit he was old:

"Besides, your grandpa used to be a militiaman when he was young, going up the mountain alone to hunt wild boars. My body is stronger than many young men."

As he spoke, he continued to carefully examine Fang Cheng, nodding slightly with a smile.

He seemed very satisfied with his grandson's current strong physique, finally able to shake off the sickly and weak image of the past.

Fang Cheng chatted with his grandfather for a few words, then looked at the other relatives, greeting each of them politely.

"Ah Cheng, this young man is really getting more and more handsome."

One of the distant relatives, called Second Aunt, responded with a smile.

Immediately, she changed the subject and continued, "Do you remember Aunt Ali next door to your grandfather? She's about the same age as you and very pretty. How about I introduce you two one of these days?"

Her eyes were full of eagerness, as if she had already settled the marriage.

Once the floodgates were opened, the other relatives also joined in, similarly turning the conversation to work and blind dates.

Surrounded in the middle, Fang Cheng wore a polite smile on his face, feeling quite helpless in his heart, and could only respond to each one.

Li Zhenhua leaned on the hospital bed, smiling as he watched the scene before him, then raised his voice and shouted:

"My grandson is too honest, he hasn't even held a girl's hand. If you keep nagging him, he'll have to find a crack in the ground to crawl into."

Although his body was still thin, his spirit was very high, with no trace of the illness he had before the operation.

It could be seen that the postoperative recovery was indeed relatively smooth.

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, and only then did they stop talking for a while.

Li Bi Yun was busy running around, handing out fruit and pouring tea for the relatives.

From time to time, she would help her son respond to a few sentences, cleverly diverting those overly sharp questions.

Just when Fang Cheng felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by the relatives' enthusiastic words and was a little unable to cope.

Suddenly, the door of the ward creaked open.

A middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket with a mustache on his upper lip pushed the door open and entered.

"Sis, I asked the doctor, Dad should be able to have his stitches removed the day after tomorrow, and then we can go through the discharge procedures."

He spoke loudly, his walking posture seeming to carry a whirlwind.

It was Li Dingjian, who had gone into business and hadn't shown his face for a long time.

Turning his head and looking at the scene in the room, he caught sight of Fang Cheng's figure.

He saw through his nephew's embarrassed appearance at a glance, then waved his hand:

"Ah Cheng, haven't you had lunch yet? Come on, let's go out and grab something to eat together."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately got up like he had grabbed a life-saving straw and followed his uncle out of the bustling ward.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

On the west side of the inpatient department's annex building, there was a food court.

Various food stalls were arranged neatly along the venue, with a wide variety of choices.

There were staple foods such as noodles, dumplings, and rice, as well as stir-fries, casseroles, wontons, spicy hot pot, and various pastries and snacks, truly everything was available.

Tables and chairs were arranged in a scattered manner in the middle area, and many people chose to enjoy their meals here after ordering.

The air was filled with the intertwined smell of food and everyday life, diluting the unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Fang Cheng and Li Dingjian also sat at a table, ordering four stir-fried dishes with meat and vegetables, and a few bottles of beer.

It was now a little after one o'clock in the afternoon.

The food court was still very popular, and the seats even seemed relatively crowded, with the sounds of people talking everywhere.

In a place like a hospital, it was still difficult to have a normal and regular schedule.

To be honest, Fang Cheng had already had a "full meal" before coming to the hospital, and he wasn't hungry.

Li Dingjian just wanted to find a place to catch up.

So the two of them ate casually while chatting about his grandfather's condition.

According to the doctor's recent examination report, his grandfather should be able to be discharged before New Year's Eve, so that the family could reunite during the Spring Festival.

With his father's smooth recovery and no more financial pressure, Li Dingjian seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Come on, Ah Cheng, let's have a drink."

After drinking a few glasses of wine, his face was flushed, his eyebrows danced, and his interest in talking gradually grew stronger.

"In a couple of days, after your uncle finishes up with his work, I'll take you to the best Peace Hotel in Dongdu to experience the life of the upper class…"

As he raised his hand to pour wine, the Rolex on his wrist was revealed from his sleeve.

The dial was deep and mysterious blue, and the strap sparkled with fine golden light.

Inadvertently, a low-key luxury was revealed.

Fang Cheng glanced curiously.

It seemed that his uncle was having a good time recently.

So, taking advantage of his drunkenness, he asked:

"Uncle, what kind of business are you doing anyway?"

Li Dingjian's hand holding the glass paused for a moment, his eyes quickly turned around, and then he laughed:

"Hey, it's actually just some import and export trade business, there are many tricks in it."

"You're still young, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Study hard first, and your uncle will take you flying in the future!"

Seeing that Fang Cheng's eyes were still full of doubt, he took a sip of wine and then deliberately explained a few more words:

"This industry has high profits and high risks. You have to deal with both the legal and illegal sides, fighting wits and courage. If you're not careful, the goods may get stuck and the capital chain will be broken…"

Speaking of this, he raised his head and drained the entire glass of wine, and then a happy smile appeared on his face:

"Fortunately, God helped me. I didn't expect that I, Li, would be unlucky for half my life, and finally managed to earn my first pot of gold."

Then, Li Dingjian paused and lowered his voice:

"You and your mother can rest assured that the business I'm doing is definitely the most legitimate of legitimate businesses, honest and upright."

"Moreover, after earning this quick money, I won't continue to do it in the future. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that I can't publicize it, the Dongdu Municipal Government would have to give me a Good Citizen Award…"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his smile was obviously much more confident and calm than in the past.

Fang Cheng nodded and did not continue to ask.

From the meaning revealed in his uncle's words, it should be a gray business that is between illegal and legitimate.

Obviously, it was not suitable to explore in depth in such a crowded and noisy place.

The two continued to drink wine, eat food, and chat about old times.

The wall-mounted large color TV installed in the dining area was broadcasting a news program at this time.

The content involved the "terrorist incident" that happened at Ren'an Hospital that night, which attracted a lot of people who were present at the time to point and discuss it.

Various noisy voices occasionally floated into Fang Cheng's ears.

Among them, two unusually familiar voices immediately attracted his attention.