Sleepy in the womb [Interstellar]

Then there is no more then.

Xing Qian was politely invited out of the house.

"Actually, it's not too bad." Xing Qian thought, "At least I got his private communication number in the end. Maybe he's just not used to this kind of overly direct expression. He likes to be reserved, like ancient China."

"Only by taking the initiative can there be a story."

"It's just the first time."

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Yan Xing half leaned against the table, his face was still expressionless, and his eyes still had a familiar sense of world-weariness.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered the scene where he was kissed by that troublesome guy just now.In fact, the touch of his lips was also good, when he touched it, his mind was almost blown into a ten-meter-high water wave.

come less.

Yan Xing turned off the smart phone and power supply again, and walked up to the third floor.

The layers of tiredness and sleepiness in his mind are like the layers of the earth's crust enveloping him in the deepest part.This quiet house is like the most familiar cradle, and there will be the softest singing to soothe him to sleep.

He is the person who is most familiar with sleep in the world. Every day, he walks through the canyon that is infinitely close to death. He has no consciousness and no perception. He is the only walker.

He has touched countless complicated and chaotic dreams, and seen countless strange people and things.Dreams are his endless source of inspiration, one of the few places where he can feel lucky.

Yan Xing kept patting her lips with clean water and rinsing her mouth.

It was his blessing, and his sin, to be given the favor of sleep.

No one can accept that their partner spends more than half of the day immersed in a half-dead state and enjoy it.

Even parents can't accept it, who else can accept it?

Yan Xing's mood was depressed, but the drowsiness hit him again, this time it had already slipped through his eyelids and climbed into his brain.

He washed up again, asked Zhi Zhi to replace the sheets on the bed, then lay down on the soft bed and fell asleep again.This time he did not forget to lock the windows again, and by the way, increased the defense level by one layer.

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"Is this a disease?"

At this time, Xing Qian was consulting about this disease.

"No way." The old professor told him, "Strictly speaking, ancient humans needed sleep, but we don't. We have knocked out the gene for this, so we don't have sleep-like symptoms." situation."

"Sleep is just a waste of time for us, and sleep has an effect on memory that doesn't seem to be beneficial now."

Xing Qian asked, "How do you say it? Can you tell me more about it?"

"Sleep blurs memories, and the details of the memory may disappear, but the main features remain. You dream during sleep, and some scientists believe that dreaming is the brain's manifestation of this process - your brain transfers these memories to reproduce, and transform it."

"Will sleep harm the body?"

"It makes the body enter a period of dormancy, just like a lowly creature." The professor said, with pride and pride in the fact that human beings do not need sleep, "The one who removed the sleep gene from human beings The famous genetic engineer was so visionary."

"What if someone has this disease? He has regular sleep every day, and then he also has long-term sleep. Is there any way to solve this problem?"

"Do gene knockout surgery." The professor said, "This surgery is very risky and the success rate is very low. A few years ago, there was a patient who wanted to have gene knockout surgery. Insist on the removal surgery."

"Later, he lay directly on the operating table and couldn't wake up for several years."

The professor said, "It's a pity to say that their family chose to have the operation in a private hospital due to economic reasons, and did not leave specific identity information. The Minor Association once wanted to protect the child, but they couldn't find anyone. Know what's going on now."

Xing Qian was silent, and suddenly asked, "Which hospital or patient, do you remember?"

"It's been too long, let me think about it." The old professor pondered for a long time before replying, "I only know that the patient's surname is Yan, and everything else is suppressed."

"Well, thank you." Xing Qian bowed to the old professor, said goodbye, and turned off the light screen.

——Why is there no parent in Yan Xing’s frequent contacts?

——Why does he stay away from the crowd and refuse to socialize?

——Why is he always so arrogant and impatient, always using the so-called genius eccentricity as his own label?

Almost all of these are now answered.

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Yan Xing is still immersed in sleep. This sleep is different from the past. This time the dream is filled with restless emotions, blue and red are intertwined, and even the air presents an uneven state on the desert, as if to Like boiling.

He brushed away the messy lines, and vaguely realized that this was an engineering design he had designed a long time ago.

He looked at his immature face through the air - suddenly remembered that this was the first time he had received an invitation letter from the R&D department.

He has never felt his heart beating so strongly—even if he loses nearly two-thirds of the time of his peers, he can still win the supreme honor for an engineer.

Yan Xing laughed loudly, and the gloom was swept away.

He opened his arms and hugged his parents tightly at once.

Yan Xing walked along the engineering drawings he had designed, and there were many mathematical symbols and numbers floating down from the high sky on the road, forming a regular shape.

At this time, it was a semi-finished product, and he hadn't read the design draft for a long time.

He grabbed one of the small mathematical symbols, turned it into a pen and began to calculate and design it.

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