Memory, which originates from the human brain, was long before the sixth century B.C., when Pamonides proposed that memory is a mixture of light and dark matter. It exists in the mind, some people may be able to remember things when they were about three years old, and some people have forgotten things when they were six or seven years old.

Some people's memories are sparse and sparse, like clouds and fog, and occasionally they can recall a long memory for a moment, but most of the time they are in a daze.

And some people can still recall the events of their previous lives.

Xu Zhi exclaimed, and the person sat up from the bed violently, his chest trembling, as if something was about to gush out of it.

He touched the corner of his mouth, there was no blood foam, and a trace of apprehension was relieved in his heart.

It's been more than ten years since he came to this world, Xu Zhi snapped his fingers, ten was not enough, and counted it again, fourteen years, a full fourteen years.

The past flashed in his mind one by one, and he wiped his eyes vigorously, in the past, he would rather the world now be a dream, and there was always a trace of possibility to wake up from a dream.

However, this is a real world after all.

And it's been fourteen years.

The room is not large, with a bed, a dilapidated wardrobe, and a stove and pots and pans by the window.

Behind the door, a color photo of an old man was pasted on it, and the old man in the photo was in good spirits, smiling and sunny. A rectangular piece of wood is nailed underneath the photo, a small incense burner and an urn are kept, some incense ashes remain in the incense burner, and a stick of incense burns slowly, giving out a hint of the smell of sandalwood trees.

"It's been two years since the old man died."

Xu Zhi stared at the portrait of the old man, and memories came back to him.

In the last life, in this life.

is not a clever reincarnation technique, Xu Zhi was born without knowing where his parents are, he is an abandoned baby, he grew up in a welfare home, and when he grows up a little, these children will be adopted by some people in need.

The old man's surname is Xu Mingzheng, he is a veteran, and he also has a trace of fate with Xu Zheng, Xu Zhengnian just passed by the welfare institute to visit his comrades-in-arms and deceased, but Xu Zhi, who was only two years old, held Xu Zheng's legs and feet until he reached the door of the welfare home, and hung on people's trouser legs.

Xu Zheng, who is already in his fifties, thought about it and adopted it, anyway, he has no children and no daughters under his knees, and the government's retirement support fund is enough, and he meets the conditions for adoption, and it is not a big problem to add such a small child.

Xu Zhi naturally followed Xu Zheng's surname.

As a man, it is Xu Zheng's concept to walk straight and walk, and the origin of Xu Zhi's name is not surprising.

The dilapidated house is Xu Zheng's residence, and Xu Zhi has been in this room for twelve years, carrying too many memories.

The lights were turned on, and the light in the room suddenly brightened, and when I looked at the alarm clock, it was five thirty in the morning, and in a few moments, the sky was going to be bright.

Xu Zhi touched his chest, the bulge that seemed to be something that always popped out was gone, but now it was flat and smooth, it was the delicate body of youth, without a trace of abnormality.

The figure is slightly thin, the face is narrow and long, the eyebrows are like blades, Xu Zhi took the mirror, his eyes in the mirror are bright, not as bloodshot as before, but he always feels that he seems to have something more, but he can't say clearly.

Not to mention the self in the previous life in memory, it seems that this kind of rebirth with memories or similar travel did not bring Xu Zhi any benefits.

Cultures are different, languages are different, and all previous experiences don't seem to work well.

It's impossible to be a genius little prodigy.

Back then, when Luo Bingwang was seven years old, he sang a goose, which was shocking and was hailed as a prodigy. Xu Zhi also wants to be a little prodigy and bring something to himself or the people around him. However, he couldn't even translate an ancient poem as simple as a goose.

Of course, this is if you don't count the first sentence of the goose, "goose, goose, goose", after all, this paragraph is still very well translated. I think that he has studied English for more than ten years, and he can easily translate the first sentence without turning it over a thousand degrees, of course, the second sentence will be stuck, and it is still very dead.

The difference in language, mediocre, rhyme, and meaning is completely different. Even if it could be translated, it would be impossible for the goose to shine in this world.

Xu Zhi racked his brains and didn't come up with any special way to put his life on the protagonist route.

Ordinary people, no matter where they are, seem bland.

Perhaps, a stable life is also very good, and ordinary is true.

After waking up at the age of six, Xu Zhi had this idea, in order to avoid the old man's stick education, Xu Zhi's performance was also remarkable, at least, compared to children of the same age, he was more obedient. Having an adult mind in your head is naturally a bit beneficial.

Of course, there are some disadvantages that he accepts some new things and is a beat slower than a child, which makes him a little annoyed, but there is nothing he can do. Adults' minds are complex and diverse, and they are not as pure and consistent as children's.

Over the years, he has begun to meditate and slowly learn everything about this world.

Since you came, you can only adapt. The old man Xu is Xu Zhi's only reliance, and he is also the closest person in the world. Looking at the old man's smiling color photo, Xu Zhi's heart was full of sadness.

When Xu Zheng passed away, he was twelve years old, and when he came back from school, he saw the old man's dry and cold corpse, and his heart was like the old man's body, cold and silent. From that day on, Xu Zhi suffered from nightmares and coughing up blood.

It's a disease, and you have to treat it if you don't have money.

He went to the school clinic for a full body physical examination, blood test, whole body X-ray, CT, and all the verifications were that the body was normal, and the healthy could not be healthier anymore.

"Perhaps, the old man is too lonely down there, so he's beckoning me."

Since he can't see what is wrong, Xu Zhi also sees it very lightly, after living a lifetime, life and death will be taken lightly, if he can live, he will definitely live well, if death comes one day, he will face it indifferently.

Living two lives, it was originally earned, what else can there be to be dissatisfied, this is not a mythical world, a world full of countless gods, ghosts, monsters and demons, it is the earth of the previous life, and those things only exist in myths and legends.

Reincarnation once is a gift from God.

He is just a little butterfly on the planet, who was gently fanned out of the earth, and came here inexplicably, perhaps, even the waves will not start, and he will disappear in the dust of history.

Xu looked out the window, it was six o'clock, the sun was shining, the early sun was slowly rising in the sky, and a new day was coming.

Many old men and women began to go out to exercise, some wielding swords, some holding stone lions, and some twisting nearly 100 catties of bluestone.

An old lady in red pressed the button on the announcer.

A light melody rang out, filling the early morning mist.

The crowd was churning and jumping, neatly and neatly.

Square dancing!

Xu Zhi sighed with emotion, he looked at the bottom of the bed, the alloy wrought iron rod that the old man liked to play with when he danced square dance, his arm was thick, two meters three or four long, one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, and he was lying quietly at the bottom of the bed.

With a pouting mouth, he washed and brushed it off.