There was no moon today, a dark room, the windows were open, and the door was half blocked by chairs.

The wind poured in through the window and went out through the door, taking away the heat of the day.

He couldn't sleep, and his thoughts were so messy that he had a headache.

The vague and sporadic whispers, the friction of the branches and leaves outside the window, and the flapping wings of mosquitoes make Li Yiming feel as if he is in the forest.

The world is a dark forest.

Li Yiming inexplicably remembered a sentence often mentioned in the story.

It was one book, perhaps it should be said that it was three books, the Three-Body Problem, the Dark Forest, and the Grim Reaper of Eternal Life... The author's name is Liu Cixin, and the book will be published twenty years later.

For Li Yiming, the so-called masterpiece is only a few short sentences.

The half-dreaming and half-awake mind is chaotic and illogical, so many stories are messed up in the mind, integrated into a silhouette of a thirty-year fragmented era.

Our civilization, weak, is relative.

It's ugly because it's different, like a character in a book who hopes that aliens can change humanity, but only brings destruction.

For a life like a human being, death is the fairest, because whether you are rich or poor, there is no escape.

In the dark, Li Yiming saw his father get up and light another plate of mosquito coils, and his movements were very light.

He remained motionless, watched silently, and did not say that the mosquito coils were poisonous now.

There are a lot of poisonous things, and it's old!

Inexplicably, another common sentence came out of his mind, and Li Yiming sneered.

"Haven't slept yet?" Li Jianguo asked softly, without waiting for Li Yiming to answer, and said, "Hurry up and sleep! ”

Li Yiming hummed softly, still having a headache, but didn't want to say it.

......

Headache, is it because there are so many stories in your head?

So who gave me these things?

This question suddenly popped up in Li Yiming's mind, and he thought about it with some horror in the dark but there was no answer, just like many books with various conspiracies, did he have fallen into a huge conspiracy?

Or is there really some space-time inertia that exerts malice on anyone who wants to change it?

Li Yiming felt a little chill on his body, and pulled the blanket over his stomach.

If the similar backgrounds in all the stories represent history thirty years later, then Li Yiming knows that there will still be several wars in the future.

The essence of human infighting is to seek common ground and eliminate differences, the so-called you don't believe me and don't die makes me very embarrassed, and it is another sentence that looks inexplicably funny but makes Li Yiming think about it carefully.

Li Yiming didn't have this book in his head, he only knew that in that book he was describing the story of a civilization collision:

The war between human beings and the three-body civilization is like a battle between a cicada and a praying mantis, and there is a yellow finch behind it, and in the end, both civilizations are destroyed.

Not all good things have to be pursued, you have to be qualified first.

Is it good to make friends?

The universe is so dark and cruel that until you are strong enough, you are better like a frightened child, extinguishing the campfire of seeking friends, trembling in the dark night, and keeping your heart in awe.

Are you strong enough to compete?

I think I have gone through the vicissitudes of life, but in fact I have just toddled, and I have realized the secret of survival competition, but in fact, I am far from being qualified to compete.

Easier said than done, this is Li Yiming's perception.

This story can make people feel tall in the background of the universe, but if the human being is replaced by local gangsters, and the three-body problem is replaced by foreign gangsters, it will become an underworld novel, what are the eyes standing behind it?

The universe has just changed the background, and the plot is still just a routine.

Of course, people who are full of malice only have malice, and the two vicious dogs always have to bite until they are exhausted to know what peaceful coexistence is, but if civilization is only at this stage, darkness will always be darkness.

In these books thirty years later, Li Yiming felt too much common survival logic.

In the eyes of higher civilizations, there is not even a need for lower civilizations to exist.

......

Li Yiming felt that a truly advanced civilization was unimaginable to human beings now, just like the joke often mentioned in the story, the old peasant felt that the emperor could eat a hundred buns every day, or meat cores, and the emperor dug the ground with a golden hoe.

This kind of joke is absolutely out of place now, and I believe that the person who wrote the joke may not have really listened to any farmer, or may have paraphrased it and reprocessed it.

But in fact, there is nothing wrong with the reason, of course the emperor can eat a hundred buns a day, but the filling of each bun is different, and he only eats one bite, and then withdraws,......

Therefore, cultural promotion is very important, and the network knowledge base based on cloud computing is also very important!

Once knowledge becomes common sense that everyone has mastered, and once it becomes a basic service that can be known if they want to know, people will live a much easier life.

No, there are still many people who can't even speak Mandarin and can't write.

Now it's almost out of reach of that cloud era.

What should I do?

It's messy!

Li Yiming, who calmed down, felt a heavier pressure than during the day, and his father's support made him have the expectation of his relatives in his heart.

What I am going to do and what I should be doing are the questions that haunt his mind, and he doesn't even know if he can do it, or if it's easier said than done, how far can I do it with these books?

Li Yiming himself didn't know.