"So, I hate the Spring and Autumn style of writing..."
The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangsu University.
Standing in the lobby of the physical examination center, Meng Lang was quite confused as he looked at the medical staff and patients coming and going.
In "When the Meteor Crosses the Sky", my brother mentioned such a scene.
Just after his physical examination, he accidentally met Ou Lu, who was planning to watch the "Canglang Cup" performance, and had a brief conversation.
However, since the specific time and place are not mentioned in the book, it is difficult for Meng Lang to complete the "scene reenactment"!
After thinking for a while, Meng Lang came to the nurse's desk.
"Hello, may I ask, is there a doctor named Ou Lu in your department?"
"Ou Lu? No." The nurse shook her head.
Not from this department?
But there are so many departments in the whole hospital, do I have to ask them one by one?
"I am missing two of the three elements of writing: time, place and characters. Next time, please give me the precise longitude, latitude and minute!"
Complaints are complaints, and Meng Lang also knew that this request was a bit too much.
After all, he wanted to find a breakthrough in his destiny from Ou Lu, which was considered a temporary idea.
If in a book, you just take a picture of the coordinates and time when you meet a person, then it’s still an autobiography. I’m afraid it’s more like gibberish.
In an autobiography worth a thousand dollars, the number of words is not allowed...
What should we do now?
The hole you dug yourself must fill it yourself!
He took out his cell phone, called up the time-travel "photo" he had taken with Ou Lu, and recognized the other person's appearance again.
For the current plan, we can only use the simplest and crudest person-finding technique...
Three minutes later, a strange young man stood at the door of the hospital, staring at the passers-by, especially the pretty girls.
That's right, the way Meng Lang chose to find people was to wait and see!
"Hey, hello!"
"what?"
"Uh... I'm sorry for admitting the wrong person."
"Neuropathy!"
I have to say that this person-finding technique is really simple and crude, but it just looks a bit stupid... Time passed little by little, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The security guard at the gate over there had been staring at Meng Lang for several minutes. With his eager eyes, Meng Lang, who was behaving erratically, was obviously included in the "key observation" list.
However, the target still did not appear.
Meng Lang raised his wrist and looked at it. It was already past two o'clock, and the time for the Canglang Cup to start was getting closer and closer.
"I knew I would have read the book before coming here today..." Meng Lang sighed.
It is really difficult to go from luxury to frugality...
Yes, he resisted the urge to read the update as soon as noon today and decided to give up an update and do an experiment.
We assume that Meng Lang's thoughts will not change after one day of "stopping" because he has not received any future information.
So logically speaking, "today's future" and "tomorrow's future" are the same.
So...will the next "self" appear?
Did you jump directly to the next "self"?
By extension, at which trigger node was the other world line in the book born?
Whether I look at it or not, it is there, neither increasing nor decreasing.
Or will a new world line be born only if I watch it?
Think further.
Is there a necessary connection between me and my autobiography?
Does the universe have an end, does time have a length, where does the past time disappear, and where does the future time stop? Is the autobiography I see at this moment still the autobiography I saw just now?
After successfully knocking himself out, he gave up thinking with mosquito coils in his eyes.
This kind of philosophical question that transcends time and space is really not suitable for ordinary humans to answer.
To put it simply, he wanted to try once to see if he could control the "superposition of consciousness" through "reading frequency" to control the rate of deterioration of his condition.
After all, practice brings true knowledge!
However, discontinuing updates will indeed make readers full of resentment...
Think about it, just by spending five minutes reading this book, you can know the final result of this trip before you know it.
Maybe you don't even have to go out, just sing songs while blowing the air conditioner, and you can complete today's tasks.
What's the result now?
After waiting for more than half an hour under the scorching sun, I stared at the beautiful girls coming and going like a pervert.
Even though Meng Lang was not thin-skinned, he was a little embarrassed to stay any longer.
However, just when he thought he might be in vain this time.
Suddenly, Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up!
After checking the corners of her eyes, she saw that she was right with the iconic tear mole! At this time, two figures were walking towards the door, talking and laughing.
"Xiao Ling, why didn't I know you were interested in performances by primary and secondary school students?" Ou Lu held his best friend's hand.
"Who is interested in primary and secondary school students?
Let me tell you, there is an Easter egg in today’s performance! I went for that Easter egg!”
"How do you know there are Easter eggs?"
"Hey! My college classmate is the organizer, inside information!"
"It's really yours, but where did this ticket come from?"
"Then I have to thank you!"
"What's the matter with me?"
"As soon as I said you wanted to go, Dr. Fang in the department was so enthusiastic that he gave me two tickets from his department on the spot. Do you think I should thank you?
Oops, it’s convenient to have a beautiful bestie here. You don’t have to worry about not having tickets to see anything you want to see..."
"You...Ou Lu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
Just as they were about to speak, a man suddenly stood in front of them.
"Uh...this handsome guy, what are you doing?" Lin Xiaoling looked at him doubtfully.
"Olu?"
"you know me?"
"Yes! I know you." Meng Lang smiled and nodded.
It’s this way of understanding that’s a bit special…
Ou Lu looked confused. She looked at the person in front of her and recalled it carefully in her mind, but she had no impression.
"But...I don't seem to know you. I'm sorry, where did we meet?"
"In Wushi, speaking of it, we are fellow villagers." Meng Lang deliberately revealed a hint of Beihu accent.
Ou Lu was stunned for a moment. Although it should have been a surprise to meet an old friend in a foreign country, she still looked confused.
"Wushi? Sorry, I really can't remember, who are you?"
Meng Lang chuckled and said, "It's okay if you don't remember. Let's get to know him again.
My name is Meng Lang, Meng from Mencius, and Lang from Hailang."
To be continued...