"Have you heard the rumors?"

Zhou Yang changed into a white sweatshirt, and the school uniform was casually put on his shoulders.

"I've heard it, I've made a rumor."

"You, what the hell do you want?"

I put my fork on the white rice, pulled Zhou Yang's white clothesrope, and pulled him over.

"I said, I didn't write the love letter."

The pain of the back molars biting, Zhou Yang didn't make any sense.

"But I took it seriously."

Zhou Yang's hot eyes looked straight at me, and my hand holding his clothes gradually loosened.

"Don't love me, it didn't work out."

I half-jokingly responded to Zhou Yang, and without waiting for Zhou Yang to speak, I took the plate and planned to leave.

Zhou Yang grabbed the corner of my clothes, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes had become moist.

"State, state,"

"I'm sorry, I have a sweetheart."

Zhou Yang's hand slowly slipped down and finally fell back to the dining table.

Zhou Yang is very similar to him, but Zhou Yang is not him.

The second-floor windows of the old residential building were shattered, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

I stepped on the glass slag and ran to the second floor, the house was very old, and the mess of waste was piled up in the hallway.

With a bang, I kicked open the dusty wooden door and rushed into the bedroom.

Fortunately, the people are still there.

"Dad, take a break"

I helped my dad sit on the bed and swept away the book spread out on the bed.

"Is your mom back?"

Dad was covered in dirt, only those eyes, shining with wisdom.

"Mom, she's in a nursing home, do you want to see her?"

I brushed away the long hair that covered my father's face and looked into his eyes with a blank expression.

"No, which step was wrong, why didn't it succeed? Why? Why can't you touch the same?"

Dad began to get sick again, and he frantically threw the books and metal utensils on the table on the ground, and the chains on his feet rattled.

I knelt on the ground in pain and picked up the scratch paper full of numbers on the ground for him, "Dad, I'll cook for you." ”

As soon as the hand shook, tears fell, blurring the numbers.

"No, it's this step, it must be something wrong"

Daddy's feet stomped my hands, and I screamed in pain, and Dad froze.

"I'm a genius, I'll draw conclusions, I'll be a scientist who attracts the world's attention"

Dad collapsed on the bed with two lines of tears, and I withdrew from the bedroom and closed the bedroom door.

My 30-year-old mother has Alzheimer's disease.

Thirty-year-old dad spent six years researching an experiment, "Eternal Memory", to keep his mother's memory from being lost.

Dad failed, went mentally wrong, and became a complete scientific lunatic.

Crazy all day long, I don't think about tea and dinner.

If only he were there.

He is Dad's most proud apprentice and a genius.

I washed my hands and texted him.

"Daddy is sick again, can you come and see him?"

"Is there really a way in the world to lock people's memories?"

I was tired and sleepy on the couch, and I woke up from my dream with the sound of my phone.

How could it be his news.

I smiled self-deprecatingly and unlocked my phone.

It's Zhou Yang's friend verification.

I hesitated for a few seconds, but then clicked yes.

If you have someone to accompany you, it will be much more comfortable.

I published on the Internet about my father's youth, about memory, about time and space.

Most of the comments are denying Dad's research, and some people are scolding Dad for being crazy and whimsical.