I don't want to admit and can't admit that my current self is wrong, an illusory system bug, so I'm more inclined to the term soul. However, unlike the standard common perception of the soul, I believe that the soul is a "nucleus" with a unique nature, and this "nucleus" radiates brilliance and shines on the material plane to form a living entity.

It's like the light of a distant star hitting the Earth, which can be seen by countless people. Although you can see it, you can't say that the light you see is a star, in fact, it is just the way you express the star and the perception of others by adding it.

As this is said, human beings are also unique, and whether they lived thousands of years ago or thousands of years later, they have no meaning for "nuclear".

Even if the world has parallel worlds, then some "me" may die at the age of four or five, some "me" may not be able to go to school, and some "me" may be a fool who burns out his brain...... They have the same essence as me, but because of subtle deviations, they go to different paths in life, and in the end they have completely different fates and endings.

But whether it is me a thousand years ago, or a thousand years later, or even me with a different life process, I actually have a single "core", but because the brilliance of the "core" shines in different positions, it is affected by the brilliance of other "cores" and dyes with different colors.

In fact, there is no such thing as death in life, just as a finished film does not die. It is played on a loop on countless different computers, televisions, and screens, from beginning to end, and at the same time, it will also allow the viewer to get different interpretations and experiences, but all this will not affect its own existence, it is frozen in this moment at the moment of birth, and will not continue to change.

According to the principle of superposition of quantum states, each person is actually a particle "nucleus" with a variety or even countless states superimposed, and when encountering different observations, they collapse into different forms - the current "me" is the "me" that has been collapsed into by different ways and different life observations, although the expression is different, but the essence of "me" has not changed, and it has not become another individual.

This is exactly what I understand as the soul, only the "core" is the only one, and nothing else matters.

"This general theory is too shallow to make sense. If, well, I mean if. If I use magic to turn a part of my body into another version of myself, and she has her own independent personality and mind, then what is she? What am I? I ......"

She suddenly stopped talking, and I saw her reaching out and rubbing her temples out of the corner of my eye, with an expression of pain and confusion that could not be concealed: "Forget it, how could I think of talking about this with you little ghost." Shiraishi, you don't think you heard what you said just now, just think it's nonsense when you're in a bad mood. ”

"Okay, I didn't hear anything. It's right if you don't understand it. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, judging by the look on her face that I hadn't discovered my secret, so I lowered my head and continued to read, pretending not to be interested in anything. I have no intention of exploring the thoughts in Miss Liuzhi's mind.

The sudden startle had made me wary of her, and I decided to avoid contact with her as much as I could, as I wasn't sure if she knew anything or not.

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At noon, I returned home and handed over Miss Liuzhi's handwritten letter to my parents, explaining the causes and consequences of the yarn to stay at home, and easily obtaining their consent.

There are only six or seven hundred people in the entire Golden Township, and although not everyone in the township knows each other, everyone knows each other from door to door. And my father and mother and Miss Liuzhi seem to know each other well and have some understanding of the situation in the yarn family, so when I heard that Miss Liuzhi was going to be hospitalized for childbirth and planned to let Yarn live at home for a few days, I simply agreed.

Jing looked at me from time to time while eating, and her expression was as calm as usual, so that people couldn't understand what she was thinking. But every time she looked at me, I felt a chill in my back, which was never a good thing.

Against Jing's strange gaze, I solved the lunch in two clicks, and ran out of the door again in the name of going back to inform the yarn.

I spent the afternoon at Yarn's house, reading books and teaching yarn painting at the same time. Miss Liuzhi returned to her room after eating lunch and continued to lie down, when Grandma Sa's grandmother had already arrived. She was a woman who looked to be in her early forties, her hair color was black of that of a traditional Oriental yellow woman, and her appearance looked very different from Miss Liuzhi and Sha.

From this point of view, Miss Liuzhi probably inherited more genes from her father.

As the sun sets, the melody of "Homecoming" spreads to every corner of the town with the cold wind, and I wave goodbye to Miss Sachao and Sasa's grandmother. Sa's left hand was holding a beautiful shoulder bag, but the strap was a little long, so it dangled and had to be half carried by hand. She was holding a half-sized shorthair cat in her right hand, meowing.

The cat's name was Raff, and it looked like a tanuki or an American shorthair, but I was cat blind and couldn't tell the kind.

The bag contained a few sets of changing clothes, and some of the daily necessities of yarn were in the woven bag in my left hand.

In my right hand, I was carrying another bag, which contained a gift from Miss Rokuchi to my father and mother, a pair of thick leather waist supports, and a lady's shawl and cotton stockings. Even Jing and I have it, mine is a fiery red fluffy scarf, and Jing has a turquoise hairpin with a clear wooden texture and a cotton wool bear doll.

When I accepted the gift, I clearly felt the malice of Miss Liuzhi. The number of gifts was obviously not properly distributed, my father and I had only one gift, while my mother and Jing both had two.

And a little look can be found that there is a big gap in the workmanship of the gift, my mother and Jing's gift is very delicate and beautiful, and my father's ...... It can only be said that it is not satisfactory, but even this is much better than what my mother did.

Through this, I was able to confirm once again that Miss Liuzhi is probably quite misogynistic.

"Fold, is there anything to pay attention to in your house?"

Yarn followed me carefully, the sky was snowing lightly, and many places on the ground were frozen, and if you weren't careful, you would fall.

"Something to watch? It's nothing, just like your own home. ”

"Yes. But I was really nervous, and it was the first time I went to live in someone else's house. By the way, will the mother of the fold be as strict as my mother? ”

"Probably...... It's better than Miss Liuzhi. My mother rarely gets angry, and she certainly won't lose her temper with you. ”

Although I want to save a little face for Miss Liuzhi, I can't belittle my mother. After saying this, the yarn seemed to relax and follow behind me step by step. Because the ground was covered with ice slag and snow, the two of us had to stagger from side to side, like two stupid Antarctic penguins - I hope Shabe's slapped me into the snow from behind.

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