We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 153

   At the end of March this year, that is, on the eve of the end of this work, the author was invited by Nanjing Normal University to participate in the event in Nanjing, and finally met Zhao Bowen during the event.

Lao Zhao is always busy and in a hurry, still wearing the iconic tortoiseshell-frame glasses and dark windbreaker, and wearing a pair of blue medical surgical masks, which is different from the previous time. The temperature was very low, so he fastened his buttons high, carrying a black umbrella in his hand, and sat down in front of me.

   “Oh, oh, it’s really unstoppable, this **** epidemic has been going on and on.” Zhao Bowen muttered, “When will it be a head?”

   “Is Nanjing okay recently?” I asked.

   “It’s okay, it’s not as serious as Shanghai.” Zhao Bowen sat down on the chair, took off his mask, and filled himself with the tea in the pot.

   We made an appointment to meet at the restaurant on the side of the road in Xinjiekou, and sat by the door. It was drizzling outside at 6 o’clock in the evening, and soon the colorful umbrellas on the road were propped up.

After a few greetings, referring to the current situation of Bai Zhen, Wang Ning and others, Zhao Bowen said that these old bangzi are all nourished, and they are not affected at all. Regularly go back to supervise work. Wang Ning was recently arrested as a volunteer for epidemic prevention. He was busy with leg cramps and scolded him all day. The superior said that he would be promoted, but he refused. Soberly aware, he knew that he was not expected to be the director, so he recommended Xiao Zhu. .

   As for Zhao Bowen himself, he kept his mouth shut about his recent work. When the author asked if there was a follow-up to the matter, he just smiled mysteriously, with a meaningful smile.

   “Here, this is the manuscript, you review it.” I took out a thick stack of printed manuscript paper from my backpack and threw it on the dining table, “If you have any comments or opinions, feel free to mention them.”

   Zhao Bowen took it over, flipped it over, and shook his head: “You don’t have to show me this, I’ve been chasing your serialization, you’ll read one chapter after another, and I’ve also commented in your comment area.”

“which one is you?”

   “Secret.” Lao Zhao said.

   “So what do you suggest?” I asked.

“I don’t have any suggestions. I don’t understand literary creation. My opinion is that the layman will guide the layman.” Lao Zhao smiled and slapped the manuscript paper in his hand on the table, “I admire your writing in such detail and still match it. Time really misled readers to go to Crescent Lake to get time capsules? In fact, the capsules are not there.”

   “Crescent Lake is so big that it can’t be fished.”

   “Are you going to use this for publication?” Lao Zhao pointed to the manuscript paper on the table, “Will there be any major revisions?”

   “Well, use this, don’t change it.”

   “So…in the end you decided to name her Banxia?”

   “Yeah, she has to have a name, right? Or are you not happy with the name?”

“No, no, I’m very satisfied. The name is very good. The headquarters has always called her the code name. Yang Yang and the others have called her Miss, and some people have given her a name, but it’s not as pleasant as yours.” Zhao Bowen said, “She Should have a good name.”

   “What’s the point of a name in a world where there are only two or even one left?” I said.

   “Your name is your anchor in people’s memory, and it is the trace of your existence in this world.” Zhao Bowen said, “A person without a name is like the wind, and it disappears as soon as it blows.”

   “Time flies so fast, almost two years have passed.” I said, “According to her age, that girl should have been born.”

   Zhao Bowen thought about it and nodded:

   “Well, she is 19 years old in 2040, born in 2021, and may be just one year old now.”

“Zhao.”

“Um?”

   “Is she still alive?”

“I believe she is still alive, really, I want to believe that the information will change the future in the process of transmission, Mr. Tianrui, this is why we entrust you to write this book, and now our future has returned to the black box. , she will have a different future, or we can create a different future for her.” Zhao Bowen has a distant vision, “This has always been what we hoped for and what we strive for.”

   “A long way to go.”

“Everything in this world, including our entire material world, can be regarded as information at the lowest level. Information is not an ethereal concept, it can affect the surrounding world. There is a concept in physics called gong, then information is capable of Those who do external work.” Zhao Bowen said, “We should not separate information transmission from material changes. From our perspective, what the future will look like depends on the results we observe. When we lose the only observation And those unobserved black boxes contain infinite possibilities.”

   “With all certainty?” I asked.

   “Three-legged grasp.”

   “Is this your original purpose?” I asked.

“what?”

   “Lost observer,” I said.

   Zhao Bowen thought about it and shook his head:

   “No, we just want to know the reason for the end.”

   “The source of the black moon?”

“Yes, the black moon and the swordsman have now become two dark clouds shrouded in the head of modern physics. As Lord Kelvin said in his speech in 1900, the building of physics has been built, and there are only some repairs left. In the work of tinkering, there are only two dark clouds above my head, but we all know what happened later.” Zhao Bowen said, “We are going to usher in an era of great changes. As a physics practitioner, I am more than before people. Be lucky.”

“Obviously, both the Black Moon and the Swordsman are beyond the framework of modern physics. We previously thought that the transmission of information could not exceed the speed of light, but the characteristics of the Swordsman and Heiyue are instantaneous and even beyond the distance. When I found out When you were with you, you found me too, and the broad phase can’t explain it, which is equivalent to that it can find targets outside the light cone within the light cone… alas, whenever we feel that we have penetrated all the truth of this universe , there will always be some strange things that come in and tell us that what you know is just a drop in the ocean.”

   Zhao Bowen sighed.

   “The center of the Milky Way is 26,000 light-years away from the earth. We are seeing celestial objects 26,000 years ago. Does this mean that they detected us more than 20,000 years ago?”

“You can understand that they are predicting the future.” Zhao Bowen nodded, “The meaning of time to us and to the Black Moon is obviously different. In our opinion, time is the underlying code of this universe, which cannot be read or unreadable. You can’t even see or touch the operation, but in Heiyue’s eyes, time may be the progress bar… It can only be said that they are code farmers at higher latitudes, and they have a better understanding of the operating system than we do.”

   “Humans are weak.”

   “Humans are also very powerful.” Lao Zhao said, “Even if it is such a terrifying thing as time, we have a way to defeat it.”

   “How?” I asked.

   “Bury the time capsule.” Lao Zhao replied.

   Hearing this answer, I laughed.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.” Lao Zhao said, “We can bury a time capsule, wait for a full 20 years, and then deliver it to someone precisely. Although it is a small boat, it floats Crossing the ocean will eventually reach the destination. No matter how big the wind and waves are, it will not be overturned. This is how human beings resist time. No matter how long the time is, there are always some indelible things. Everything can be changed…”

   “But love lasts forever.”

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  It was raining a little bit outside the window. We sat down to digest our food after eating and drinking. At this time, it was just after dinner time. There were a lot of people outside the door, men and women, young and old, all holding umbrellas, and the whistle of vehicles came one after another.

   We didn’t speak for a long time, quietly turned our heads and looked out the window, surrounded by loud noises.

   Zhao Bowen glanced down at his phone, “Mr. Tianrui, it’s getting late, we should…”

   He suddenly froze.

   I was also taken aback.

   We both looked at each other, got up from our seats with a “swoosh”, turned our heads and rushed out, startling the other diners.

Is    an illusion?

Is    a hallucination?

   Or pure coincidence?

   When we both squeezed out of the dining room and rushed into the rain, the soft voice vaguely like a mother coaxing a child was still in our ears:

   “Small, so small, Pinellia… grow up quickly…”

   “Where are the people? Where are the people?” Zhao Bowen roared in the rain, soaked all over, spinning around, “Where are the people?”

  I stood blankly under the street lamp, turned my head, and saw thousands of raindrops falling from the sky, crackling, and the road was full of colorful flowers.

   March 30, 2022.

  The cloudy turns to light rain, and the lights at Xinjiekou are just beginning, and the tourists are like weaving.

  Nanjing is still the same Nanjing.

   But this time I know,

  We live in the same Nanjing.

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(The end)