Standing before this rental house, Yu Lei was a little hesitant. He and several classmates had eaten dumplings here after all.

I bought my own vegetables and chopped the stuffing myself. The time I spent eating dumplings here was basically the best time on my third year of high school.

But such time no longer exists after graduation, and those memories are dissipating as time goes by.

Our lives have gone through too many places and met too many people, and the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi has become too easy.

There is no so-called soulmate in this world that you can contact, know, and talk to, than in the entire country in that era.

There is such a chicken soup about wheat ears, which tells the story of Socrates asking his disciples to find the largest wheat ears in the wheat field. Although this story is 90% fake, the meaning of this story is "A man is like walking in the wheat field, looking for the largest wheat ears. Some people pick it when they see the big ones, while others are empty-handed because they think it is not big enough."

In essence, it is to persuade people, "Although we must pursue the greatest and most beautiful, it is the most important to be able to hold the real thing in front of us in the palm of our hands."

By the way, this random story also has the meaning of love.

But in fact, this story is just a bowl of garbage poisonous chicken soup, or a bowl of poisonous chicken soup stewed with boiling water from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

If this world is a wheat field, there will definitely be no starting point or end point. No matter when you choose the largest wheat ear, you will always see bigger things in the next moment, and the difference between them will be far beyond your expectations.

You have no chance to stop and choose. Even if you choose a wheat ear as big as an apple, you can find a basketball that is big by taking two steps, and you can find a car that is big by taking two steps, and you can find a house that is so big by continuing to walk. At this time, no matter whether you make a choice or not, the result is the same. It is never real in your hands, and the more you walk, the more you desire it.

Therefore, the reason why Boya and Zhong Ziqi's friendship is a masterpiece is because their world is too small.

So the reason why this world no longer has such a masterpiece is because our world is so big that there are always replacements for the best memories in your life.

Yu Lei is like this. Even though this time of making dumplings during the third year of high school was really beautiful, the four years of dormitory sentiment in college finally diluted all this.

This is the difference between the past and the present. After the reunion of friends who have been together for several years or even decades, they can still chat and laugh. Now they still miss each other very much. If they haven’t seen each other for several months, they may not know how to talk to each other after meeting each other for several years.

Can you still remember the names of everyone in your class in your third year of high school? Can you still remember the names of your roommates in your college dormitory, birthdays, hobbies, and mouth fetishes?

The ancients could remember ten people with ten friends. No matter how time and space change, when these ten people reunite, they still talk and laugh without saying a parting.

There are dozens of people who are close friends today, but at the twilight time, maybe only less than ten people can remember. Even if we can keep in touch, even if the other person's contact information is always lying on WeChat, the communication may only be left in the year of the year to send mass messages during the holidays.

There are still some friends, but there are still not many. Although it is good at this time, it is better at that time.

Because there are too many beauty ahead, because everyone has the time and experience to pursue more beauty, because we move forward more time than pursuing and remembering.

The most close friend of the year, a relationship, needs to be missed at all times, and needs to send a letter, wait for several days, months, and then reply with anticipation, waiting again and again.

However, now, every letter is too short and every waiting is too fast. All this cannot be explained clearly, but the memories that can be left behind are even more precious.

So Yu Lei stood in front of the door and could still vaguely remember the stories behind the door, and could still vaguely recall those voices, appearances, smiles and appearances.

So Yu Lei was hesitating and guessed some things on the way, but he didn't know how to verify them.

"Go in and have a look."

While Yu Lei was hesitating, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Turning his head, Tong Zhao, who was in his memory, appeared behind him, with two beards on his lips, goatee beards on his chin, gold-wired glasses, a dark top hat on his head, and his clothes turned into a suit.

As for why Yu Lei, who traveled through time at the age of 25 or 26 in his memory, was able to have the reflection of a middle-aged Tong Zhao, and was so familiar and natural cognition, there were already some speculations in "Yu Lei"'s heart.

"It's no big deal, just look at it if you want." Tong Zhao said with a smile on his face.

Yu Lei was not opposed to Tong Zhao's smile. His heart was interesting and complicated, but this did not prevent him from realizing the fact that Tong Zhao did not have malicious intentions.

When you step into the house, the environment inside is a bit messy. After all, you can't expect a single high school student to have much time to clean the room.

A large bed, a simple dining table, chest of drawers and TV, a simple induction cooker and sink, which is almost everything in the rental house.

There were messy manuscript papers scattered on the dining table. Yu Lei walked over calmly and looked at the things written on the paper.

【  September 1

School is on

Wearing a loose Chinese-style blue and white school uniform, Yu Lei stood at the gate of his alma mater "Siming Middle School", and felt "anxed anxiety" in his heart.]

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[I, Yu Lei, wouldn't say that I originally wanted to copy, but you have nothing to copy after copying it.

Five years! Five years! You two bastards spent five years almost copying everything they could!

What do I copy? Have you ever considered future generations? Do you understand what sustainable time travel is? Are you going to starve your fellow villagers to death?

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[Thinking of this, Yu Lei held the longbow with his left hand and put the bowstring on the right hand, then turned the body at 720° with his left foot as the fulcrum. During the rotation, he pulled the bowstring and condensed the spiritual feather arrow. Then he heard only the sound of "Oh hey!"

Yu Lei sat on the ground with his forehead covering his head. Regarding the situation where he failed to show off and hit the pillar, Yu Lei seriously reflected on his mistakes.]

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[Maybe he will always be kept in the dark and let him live the rest of his life safely. Relying on Ling Gong Zhuyue and the so-called system, Yu Lei is absolutely capable of living wonderfully and comfortably.

"The more you know, the more dangerous it is." - This is the definition of the Bingzer and Yu Lei's cognition at this moment.

He knew that what he was about to recall now would definitely push him into the abyss of danger, and that might be a secret about the entire world.

Not only the world you are in now, but also the world before traveling.]

"So, I am just a person in the book?" Yu Lei said with some self-deprecating words.

"No." Middle-aged Tong Zhao shook his head. He walked to Yu Lei and picked up a manuscript paper full of handwriting. Then the manuscript paper burned in Tong Zhao's hands.

When the entire manuscript paper burned to ashes, and when the ashes were all gone, Yu Lei's eyes returned to the table, and two more pieces of the messy manuscript paper were added.

One is a manuscript that was burned out just now, with the handwriting on it exactly the same as before.

As for the other manuscript paper, it said: [······· Middle-aged Tong Zhao shook his head, he walked to Yu Lei, picked up a manuscript paper full of handwriting, and then the manuscript paper burned in Tong Zhao's hand.

When the entire manuscript paper burned to ashes, and when the ashes were all gone, Yu Lei's eyes returned to the table, and two more pieces of the messy manuscript paper were added.
Chapter completed!