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Fu Tinghan's eyes fell on her legs, and Zhao Hanzhang explained with a smile: "It's not a big problem, I will be able to walk in a few days."

It was just a sprain and a broken bone. In fact, it doesn't hurt much anymore. She can still walk with a limp. However, she is afraid of putting more burden on her injured leg; secondly, she also feels that the limp is not good-looking; and thirdly, she is just being lazy. , so I would rather have someone carry me than walk on the ground.

Zhao Hanzhang was sitting on the chariot, while Fu Tinghan was sitting on a low stool. It was a bit 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 stood 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? Did the housekeeper tell you that you fell and hurt your head?"

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

Fu Tinghan listened to her words and looked at her with a strange expression, "Teacher Zhao, can you speak elegant language?"

Still such pure elegant language.

He also lowered his voice and said: "If you have memories, when you think about it deliberately, most of the memories will slowly emerge. If you don't think about it deliberately, relevant memories will also appear when you see people you were familiar with, but..."

"Just having memory doesn't mean that you can have everything about him immediately," Fu Tinghan said: "I tried speaking, but the accent was very different."

Because I have the memory, I can still understand. In addition, Chinese elegant dialects are actually quite different. With so many students under Fu Tinghan, it is natural that there are students from all over the country who have also heard their local dialects and official dialects.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "Professor Fu has forgotten what I taught in school in the first place?"

Fu Tinghan: ...he forgot that this teacher Zhao is a music teacher. Although she teaches piano, she seems to like language subjects very much. Not only can she know French and German, it is said that she once took a Russian exchange student for two years. Learned Russian.

Even if you don't know Braille in Russian, communication is not a problem.

"Teacher Zhao is amazing."

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

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

Fu Tinghan moved closer to the car and lowered his voice: "Mr. Zhao, is there any way for me to speak as soon as possible?"

During this period of time, everyone treated him as a fool, which was actually quite uncomfortable for him.

Zhao Hanzhang told him sympathetically: "What my family and I claim is that I have lost my memory."

Fu Tinghan "loses his memory... He won't forget the language he's used to, right?"

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

She said: "It's not enough for a scholar to read and become familiar with elegant language. You have to speak yourself to correct it."

Fu Tinghan nodded.

The butler 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 look at them. He was shocked to see their Da Lang leaning on Zhao Sanniang's chariot and bowing his head to talk to someone.

Are Dalangjun and Zhao Sanniang so close?

No, no, their big man can speak?

He couldn't help but lean in a little more and tried to prick up his ears. However, the two sides were too far apart and they spoke softly, so he didn't hear them at all.

Tinghe endured it, but still couldn't hold it back and ran over from the other side and pulled the housekeeper back.

The housekeeper smiled flatteringly at Tinghe and asked in a low voice, "My dear lady, did your third wife have any dealings with our eldest husband in the past?"

"No!" Tinghe denied it directly and tried hard to clear up Zhao Sanniang's name. "Our Sanniang only heard about Mr. Fu Dalang from the master yesterday."

How brave are you to come directly to your door?

The housekeeper's heart trembled. If the marriage is going to happen, how powerful will the mistress of their family be in the future?

Zhao Hanzhang is still conspiring with Fu Tinghan, "...I just went to the gate of the city to check, and there is nothing unusual. We appeared there suddenly at that time. If we go back, we should go back from there, right?"

Fu Tinghan smiled wryly, "Mr. Zhao, this is not mathematics, it is already in the category of metaphysics. I have been thinking about it for a while, and I suspect that it is related to the earthquake and celestial phenomena at that time. If the soul replacement is carried out under the same conditions, then We must at least have the vibration situation and celestial phenomena at that time, and there are specific energy values, but firstly, we do not have the specific numerical values ​​at that time, and secondly, it is difficult to produce energy values ​​of micro variables under the current conditions, so I I don’t have high hopes of going back, I can only work hard and hope for luck.”

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

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

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

"Our experience proves that time and space really exist, so I set time and space as a quantity, and we are in this quantity. Since time and space are exchanged, we have moved from one quantity to another. Similarly, this quantity must also There must be a corresponding amount in the past, otherwise the amount will be out of balance.”

Zhao Hanzhang: "Just two souls..."

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

Zhao Hanzhang: "Professor Fu is personifying quantity by saying this?"

Fu Tinghan smiled and said nothing.

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

"Moreover, if enough exchangeable variables occur on our side, but they do not occur at the same time on their side, is it possible for us to exchange them back? Or will we just die?"

Zhao Hanzhang suddenly asked: "So many people die here every day, don't these numbers count as disappearing?"

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 also 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... bodies. Zhao Hezhen was just a fourteen-year-old girl who suddenly lost her sight..."

Zhao Hanzhang sighed. It was so pitiful. Not only did he age by fourteen years, but he also became blind. He woke up in a strange world, unable to 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."

Of course Fu Tinghan wanted to go back, but he felt it was impossible. He had been meditating and reasoning during this period, and did not think it was possible for them to go back. There were too many variables.

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

Even if something goes wrong with their bodies and souls, the two of them are well taken care of.

In addition, each other's family background is also quite a lot.

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

Professor Fu smiled slightly and said, "No, my parents died young."

Zhao Hanzhang: "What a coincidence, me too."

Professor Fu whispered: "I know."

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