The first time he opened his eyes, he was in an all-white room, and he was bound in a large glassware, surrounded by an unknown viscous liquid. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He greedily breathed in the air that connected to the tube, and soon, he was released.

The man in the suit and leather shoes looked out of place in this environment, and he crouched in front of him lying weakly, and his eyes were indeed full of a surprise that he couldn't understand, "Great, you really survived." ”

He didn't understand, he didn't seem to be any different from this world, but it stands to reason that he was already so old, but when he recalled the past, it was indeed blank, the year he opened his eyes, he was six years old.

Then the man began to indoctrinate him with all kinds of human society, some difficult knowledge, and he wondered if those people were like him, and he could remember everything by looking at it once.

He studied very hard, put everything into his head as much as possible, in exchange for the man's encouraging touch on his head, in order to be able to get along with that man more.

He lives in this deserted and excessive place, only Xiao Q can chat with him, Xiao Q was a gift from the man when he was a gift, a robot as tall as him, he can understand his words, play games with him, the only thing that makes him unhappy is that Xiao Q learns much faster than him.

He just lives in a small space, and sometimes, he even thinks that Xiao Q and himself are the same kind of thing, following instructions and doing inexplicable things.

One day, when the man finally took him out of the white room and led him to a woman, he was finally free of a white coat, no blue mask, no cold machine, and instead of sunshine, blue sky, wind, and all other colors, and the man said to him, "From now on, she is your mother." ”

So, he never saw the man named his father again.

The woman was very kind to him, took him to the playground, accompanied him on adventures, and wanted to take him to every corner of the world, and she always liked to say, "Cherish the present, every day will never come back." ”

Towards his eighth birthday, the woman finally took him home, and the house was strange, like the place where he woke up, white decorations as far as the eye could see, and he had a feeling of being watched all the time.

In his last memory, she seemed to have said something very important to him, but he forgot it and wiped it out. His memories of those two years seemed to be the same as those six years, slowly blanking until they disappeared.

On my eighth birthday, I woke up and everything had changed.

The world of his warmth and affection became strange in an instant, and his memories were blurred, only a few fragments of the time he spent with his mother, everything that the man had taught him, all the paragraphs of written knowledge, he had forgotten all of them.

He could only crouch where he woke up, curling himself up into tiny balls.

Luckily, he saw his mother.

In this strange world, she saw the most familiar person, although she didn't seem to accept herself, but she still left him.

Inside the open door was a completely strange world. Embedded screen TV, fully automatic kitchen, when he entered the house, a small robot next to the hanger even sounded an alarm, but quickly shut down when he saw the person behind him.

And all this gave him a sense of backwardness for no reason, although he couldn't remember a lot of things, but his subconscious was telling him that this was not right, these things were things that had long been eliminated.

She cleaned up a room for him, but he had a fear of being lost at that time, he was afraid that he would wake up and find that it was still this world of songs, but the only mother who could connect with him was gone. So he insisted on sleeping with her. But what horrified him even more was that she agreed.

He finally couldn't convince himself anymore that she was his mother, but he couldn't help it, this person looked too familiar, too similar to his mother, and most importantly, their names were all Merlin.

He stayed here, in the name of her child.

He began to re-learn some things, through some backward technological products in the world he was in now, and as before, he didn't know what this Meilin's mother was doing now, so easily added his name to her family's household registration book, and arranged a school for him to study.

He gradually knew more about it, and then it suddenly occurred to him whether he had returned to the past.

Security doors that need to be opened manually, changing rooms that don't help people organize clothes, no partners who can talk and play, tables and chairs take up a considerable amount of space instead of variable materials that can be automatically adjusted in size.

However, this environment is also very good, he no longer has the feeling of being watched inexplicably, and this mother is really good to him, so good that he almost forgot a photo that the man took out over and over again.

The photograph showed a girl in her twenties, dressed in a snow-white dress with her hair scattered, crouching in a corner with a frightened expression.

Her appearance is not outstanding, but there is a pure beauty. At that time, when he looked at that picture, he had the feeling that he must be a very good person.

The man said, "If you can meet her, help her, if you can go back to the beginning, we are not what we are now." ”

The man was in tears every time he took out the picture, and he remembered something about the girl on and off.

Do you have autism? Do you see things that others can't? Her father researched a lot of things for her that were not acceptable? Damn, he can't remember again.

He couldn't remember much, and gradually forgot more, so he just gave up, he said to himself.

This world is very good, if it is really the past, the rest of the things are left to the future.

A tear gradually slipped down the corner of his eye, and his closed eyes trembled, ah, this was the first time he shed tears in his memory. Just like when he was in the glassware, he opened his eyes slightly, and the man in the white coat walked up to him, and the voice penetrated the liquid through the megaphone and into his ears, "Number 4157, everything is normal." ”

Then he saw the man.

He was wrapped in a milky white towel, and the man lowered his head and smiled at him, "Your name is Song Jie, and you are my child." ”

It was the first warmth he had endured. It's a world to love.