Outside the window, the maple leaves of the distant mountains burned and jumped like fire in the afterglow of the sun, and the old man turned his eyes to the faces that had once been the most familiar but could not hide his sadness, and finally stopped at a young man.

"My memory, wait until three days after I die," the old man's voice was very soft, and he said the words "three days" in a full breath.

"All fragments of my academic memories have been copied to you, don't let anyone study my memories anymore. Every word of the old man was difficult, but there was no painful expression on the old man's face, and the old man seemed to be very relieved about the impending death.

"Hansen" the old man called softly, and his ring finger moved slightly. Hansen hurriedly grabbed the old man's slightly cold hand, and replied softly with tears in his eyes, "Teacher, I'm here." ”

The old man continued his dying admonition: "Take care of my memory, give it to a Chinese woman, go to the United States to find the man named William, he will guide you in the direction, please!"

The royal dignitaries flocked away, the priest left with the Bible in hand, the royal carriage symbolizing the royal funeral also left, and the old man lay quietly in the cold green space, only his student Hansen still stood here silently staring at the flower-clad tombstone.

Here lies a wise man who, because he has pushed the memory of mankind to the forefront of life that will never be eraed, who has started an era, but who lies here forever, Stofhaine Aiken Horn, November 8, 2035.

In this life, his name is Horn, and he is happy!

Hansen stared for a long time, at this time the moon was in the sky, the bright moonlight shone on the rattling leaves, projecting the mottled shadows on the green grass, printing a bit of coolness, Hansen slowly raised his head to look at the half-moon that seemed familiar, and thought to himself, "Does she know today?"

And above the moon, there are many fairies in the Guanghan Palace, and everyone seems to deliberately avoid the fairy Chang'e, Chang'e sits alone in the boudoir, her eyes are slightly open, her face is expressionless, and she meditates strongly. has just returned from the death of the human world, and it is true that he needs to take care of it, but in the past four thousand years, dozens of repeated experiences, the fairy has gradually become accustomed to this situation of repeatedly returning from the death of the human world. Just think about the woman who just died, buried in the loess of the straw mat, the fairy is still alive after all, and she is still the fairy beauty that the world yearns for, content!

May 15, 2017