A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

When Yu Wenzhou just woke up, he felt that the light in his field of vision was somewhat disproportionate to the midday sun.Then he saw a pair of eyes, a nose up, thin lips, and the shadow of a tree swaying behind him.

Huang Shaotian looked down at him: "You're awake."

Yu Wenzhou blinked, and the upside-down face of the other party gradually became clear.He guessed that it was unlikely that Huang Shaotian would only have this sentence, so he lay there and waited.

"You have been asleep for a long time, I was wondering when you will wake up." Sure enough, the other party continued.A notebook suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, on which several time points were written in a haphazard manner, with two lines drawn in the middle. "If you're not awake by two o'clock, I'm going to leave you here. So why on earth are you sleeping on the grass?"

Yu Wenzhou sat up and patted the grass clippings on his clothes. "I don't know," he said, "maybe it's because I'm too busy?"

"Okay." Huang Shaotian straightened his knees, "It makes sense."

Two seniors who finished writing their thesis sat on the grass, watching the juniors on the path not far away running towards the laboratory with the ringing bells.The lawn has just been cut, and the fourth sprinkler from the side of the road is broken. From here, you can see the path surrounded by trees, and then there is the college building like a glass greenhouse; a little further to the east is a small ice tea shop. A cart with a basket of flowers on it.

They stayed silent for a while.Huang Shaotian looked up at the treetops: "Isn't this a bit boring?"

"It's rare to have a vacation," Yu Wenzhou said.

"You can say whatever you want, but I think we really won't be able to relax." Huang Shaotian stretched out his finger to attract the butterfly flying beside him, but the other party flew away very coldly around the field. "I finally finished my thesis and didn't have any work to do. I already miss the laboratory."

"Actually, I have a little bit," Yu Wenzhou shrugged, "but I don't want to move."

Huang Shaotian especially agrees with this.The sun was plentiful but not harsh, keeping them warm from shirt to boot.This is a summer afternoon that makes people just want to sit on the grass and watch the clouds.

"What class did you take next semester?" He randomly picked up a topic.

"Professional courses are the same as yours." Yu Wenzhou could remember clearly without flipping through the class schedule, "There is also an elective of art, and I am considering whether to switch to the literature that Xiao Lu took this semester."

"I think you'd better not challenge that." Huang Shaotian said pertinently, "Every professor's hobbies in that class are different, so you might encounter something strange. When I met Xiao Lu in the library yesterday, he There are four empty coffee cups on the table... They seem to be driven out of their minds by literature homework, and they come up and ask me 【Who am I? Am I still me? Where should I go?】”

"His professor prefers philosophy?" Yu Wenzhou asked sympathetically.

"Maybe." Huang Shaotian spread his hands, "I reminded him that he hasn't handed in his circuit homework, and brought him back to the real world in minutes."

"The cruel real world." Yu Wenzhou shook his head, "What is his homework?"

"It seems to be about the proposition [Am I the only me]." Huang Shaotian recalled a moment, "In short, it looks quite amazing-have you tried the website that checks how many people with the same name and surname in the whole country?"

"Didn't Zheng Xuan check all the people in the laboratory at that time?" Yu Wenzhou said, "I really don't remember how many people there are."

"However, there are only the same names, and it's not completely the same." Huang Shaotian seemed to suddenly become interested in this topic, "There is no one who is exactly the same... Do you remember that time when Ye Xiu's brother came to the school to look for him? The whole drama The society was stunned by them, and it was impossible to tell who was who. But even twins like them have nothing alike except that they look alike."

"I guess this topic may require a philosophical discussion." Yu Wenzhou said, "For example, us in parallel worlds, us in different time and space."

"This doesn't sound philosophical at all." Huang Shaotian commented.

"Anyway, we don't need to write that thesis." Yu Wenzhou lay down on the grass, "But if it were me, I would probably write it in this way."

"I think the professor is mad at you." Huang Shaotian said, "I think he definitely doesn't want to receive a science fiction novel written as a thesis. But after all, if you want to write science fiction style, you must show it to me!"

"I don't know how to write that." Yu Wenzhou laughed dumbly, "It's not that sci-fi, it's just talk, isn't there a theoretical conjecture like parallel time and space?"

"Maybe I've seen it in other places, and I have a little impression." Huang Shaotian lay beside him, "Anyway, it's a theory that can't be verified for the time being, and I doubt whether it will be verified in our lifetime..."

"This is really uncertain." Yu Wenzhou said, "For example, do you believe in parallel time and space?"

"It doesn't feel very reliable."

"Then if you think there is no parallel time and space, I will vote against it." Yu Wenzhou shook his finger, "Now we two have different views. After many years—maybe we can't see the result— —if this question is confirmed, then one of us has made a completely correct prediction."

"I'm a little excited when I think about it." Huang Shaotian muttered, "Don't change the concept secretly, it's just a matter of probability, right? And after you say that, I suddenly feel that parallel time and space may not really exist..."

"Maybe there are many of us living in other places." Yu Wenzhou said, "Isn't it good to think so, maybe they are still fulfilling our unfulfilled wishes, such as traveling around the world at the age of 17 or something."

"I never thought about traveling the world." Huang Shaotian protested, "I just hope that I can spend a little time writing code to do other things! Besides, isn't it a bit strange, I may not be Huang Shaotian, but just a lot of Huang Shaotian A Huang Shaotian, Huang Shaotian 0212 or something."

He glanced at the other party: "You are Yu Wenzhou 0810."

"It's like the serial number of an assembly line robot," Yu Wenzhou said.

"It's not so good when you think about it." Huang Shaotian rubbed his chin, "From unique customization to mass production, it's really out of style."

"At least there is only one of us in this world." Yu Wenzhou followed his train of thought, "Maybe in other worlds we are not majoring in this major, but studying physics, chemical engineering, philosophy and so on."

"Maybe they're not in school at all." Huang Shaotian said, "It's not bad to do some cool professions, being a killer is not bad. And are there any fantasy winds in those worlds, magic and swords..."

"It's getting farther and farther away." Yu Wenzhou shook his head, "Have you ever thought about whether those us are based on us, or are we a couple in those shadows?"

"Wait, wait." Huang Shaotian stretched out a hand, "Why are you talking about tongue twisters? This is my old profession, right? I said that parallel time and space should not be like covering plasticine, just take a mold and buckle it It’s just one. How can it be so simple.”

"I guess the rationale still exists."

"Oh, then each of us can be a mold, or plasticine." Huang Shaotian tilted his head, "Anyway, we are the ones who are thinking about this matter now, so it's okay to use ourselves as a mold."

"I think we can be more pessimistic." Yu Wenzhou smiled, "As you said, we just think about it casually, and there shouldn't be any difference. We may be plasticine dunked out of a mold..."

"And there is a mold in a certain world." Huang Shaotian said, "A pair of molds. By the way, why are you so sure in which world we are all together?"

"Did I say that?" Yu Wenzhou asked back.

"It doesn't matter, the person who uses the brain has the final say." Huang Shaotian followed suit, "Since we in this world are the ones who are thinking now, then it's fine to just assume other plasticine blocks together. Let's talk about it in advance, I still think This is not very reliable."

"Yes." Yu Wenzhou nodded.

"But it's fun to make up your mind like this. Why don't you have anything to do?" Huang Shaotian stared at a small blue bug that flew over, "Although summer afternoons are not so suitable for thinking about life, I really can't think of anything else right now. Here comes a way to pass the time.”

"It's best that we in other worlds don't have this trouble." Yu Wenzhou said, "But if the mold has this trouble, will all plasticine have it?"

"I can't see it." Huang Shaotian made a gesture of squeezing the clay, "Even if it is made out of the same mold, there are differences between each other. Some are green, some are blue, and some may be missing a piece. We will It's lawyers, firefighters, landscapers, fishpond contractors..."

"Director, artist," Yu Wenzhou said, "composer, violinist."

"A spellcaster, a swordsman in light armor."

"You've played a lot of games recently."

"And the domineering president and secretary."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Huang Shaotian changed the topic, "Then suppose we are an example in the plasticine, what would the model look like?"

"There must be something special about the mold," Yu Wenzhou said.

"For example, like The Matrix?" Huang Shaotian thought of this, "Everyone has USB ports plugged into their brains, and they are dating in the virtual world together. It feels special enough, maybe the plasticine is all imagined by them Woolen cloth."

"This is too special." Yu Wenzhou couldn't help laughing, "I mean, there may be something that connects the plasticine and the mold, some kind of feeling. It's like the flaws on the mold will be reflected in every As on the block replica."

"Oh, it's kind of interesting for you to say that." Huang Shaotian said, "But what's your weakness as a top student? If I have to say it, your rhythm master really sucks..."

"I've already uninstalled that kind of stuff." Yu Wenzhou sat up from the grass, "Speaking of which, have you watched "Sophie's World"?"

"Some impression!" Huang Shaotian recalled, "WWII concentration camps, writers, figs... figs... figs and so on."

"That's "Sophie's Choice." Yu Wenzhou said helplessly, "The book I was talking about was a bit like a philosophical textbook for children. Anyway, later on, the protagonist Sophie found out that she was actually a book. characters."

"Isn't she a character in the book or something?"

"It's like this. She found that she and the teacher who taught her the history of philosophy only existed in a philosophy textbook written by a certain father for his daughter." Yu Wenzhou said, "It's a book in a book. Actually, think about it. , don’t the father and daughter only exist in the book written by the author?”

"This is really a popular science book, not a horror story?" Huang Shaotian shuddered, "It's really creepy."

"I really can't think about it." Yu Wenzhou said, "The heroine lives in the philosophy textbook, and the readers of the philosophy textbook live in the book we read... Then, after reading this book, will we also live in the book?" What about in the text that someone else reads?"

"That's pretty fun!" Huang Shaotian's head light bulb dinged, "But to be honest, our life is quite boring, no one would want to read this kind of stuff. Unless it's... Let me think about it, college life guide or something .”

"It can also be a hundred and one ways to join the fishing club."

"The Past and Present of the Science Dog."

"A complete manual for a self-made robot that goes downstairs to pick up food."

"Campus Love Story."

"Love story?" Yu Wenzhou glanced at him sideways.

"Oh, just talk about it casually." Huang Shaotian said.His ears are a little red.

"Then the problem has escalated again." Yu Wenzhou did not expose the other party, "Do we really exist?"

Huang Shaotian poked his hand. "Does it hurt?"

"It's not like dreaming." Yu Wenzhou thought for a while, "If we are also characters in the book, then we are not written."

"You mean," Huang Shaotian concluded, "the possibility that we, who read the heroines in the philosophy textbooks that exist in books, actually exist in other people's books, will make ourselves non-existent ?”

"It's a little unreliable when you say it like that." Yu Wenzhou admitted.

Huang Shaotian said: "Our lives are still quite complete."

"Actually, all we really know is this afternoon." Yu Wenzhou looked up at the sky, where the sun was no longer so dazzling. "There is no telling whether the past and the future will really exist."

"Look, our brains haven't burned out." Huang Shaotian spread his hands, "I still remember everything from childhood to adulthood, I remember this semester's report card and the code questions of the last exam, it must be right."

"If you want to write a character, you definitely won't write him as a person without a past and a future, right?" Yu Wenzhou said, "Except for some special circumstances... maybe those memories are all written into our minds."

"It's really chilling your back when you say that."

"Imagine narrowing the scope." Yu Wenzhou said, "Do you still remember why we brought up this topic?"

"Because we have nothing to do this afternoon." Huang Shaotian answered quickly this time.

"Assume that we are the written characters, and the scene is only this afternoon." Yu Wenzhou turned his head, "Everything around us is described."

"That would require a lot of writing." Huang Shaotian looked around, "How to write - our lawn has just been mowed, and the fourth sprinkler from the side of the road is broken, looking down from here is surrounded by trees A small road, and then a college building like a glass house?"

"A little further to the east is a small cart selling iced tea." Yu Wenzhou added, "There are also flower sellers on the cart. I don't know if they are real flowers."

"The color of the sky, 3299CC." Huang Shaotian squinted his eyes and guessed wildly, "The grass is 8FBC8F, and the tree is 238E23."

"The person sitting next to me is Huang Shaotian, or Huang Shaotian 0212." Yu Wenzhou said, "I am Yu Wenzhou, or Yu Wenzhou 0810."

"I feel like no one wants to read it when it's written like this." Huang Shaotian rested his head on his arm, "How could anyone want to write about such a boring afternoon?"

"Maybe there is some meaning." Yu Wenzhou lay beside him, "Maybe our conversation has meaning."

"I don't think it's meaningful." Huang Shaotian whispered, "It's not as meaningful as those clouds."

Clouds floated across the sky above them.There's no wind on the ground, but perhaps it's a different story up in the air.Those drops and rays made fluffy white patterns, and the air currents pinched them into other shapes.For little ones, just looking at these clouds might be enough to get through a long day.

"There is no past, no future, only this afternoon." Huang Shaotian continued, "Is this the hypothesis we discussed for a long time?"

"That's about it." Yu Wenzhou said, "It's just a hypothesis."

"Even if it's just a hypothesis, it's so strange to think that someone is reading our story." Huang Shaotian blinked, "Will people who read this think that they may also be living in a story written by others? ?”

"Then there's no end to it."

"It's actually not a bad feeling." Huang Shaotian leaned closer to the other party, "If someone wants to read our story, it means that at least we are quite popular. Even if it's just plasticine out of a mold—even if it's just Yu Wenzhou 0810 and Huang Shaotian 0212—even if they are not perfect, but just one of us in countless parallel time and space, someone will see this afternoon and watch us chat, right?"

"You made our boring afternoon really high-end and foreign." Yu Wenzhou laughed.

"Obviously you brought up this topic first." Huang Shaotian curled his lips, "If I tell you, we should sleep here until dusk, then buy two bear claw cakes and go home."

"The bear claw cake is outside the story," Yu Wenzhou said.

"But it's in our story." Huang Shaotian said, "It's not that if we don't have bear claw cakes this afternoon, we really won't be able to eat them at night. Thinking about it, I feel that what we just discussed is all nonsense."

"It was just a hypothesis." Yu Wenzhou said slowly, "This afternoon is almost over."

Huang Shaotian felt the same way.They saw that the shadows of the trees had been stretched, and that the light shining through the leaves was no longer so golden, but gradually changed to a light red like jam.The afternoon passed quickly, perhaps because they spoke slowly.They talked about a lot of topics that they would find a little boring when they thought about it later.

"But there should be some benefits." Huang Shaotian said, "I mean, if this scene is really a scene from a story, it's not so bad. And we actually have no way to prove it, right?"

"Of course we can assume whatever we want," Yu Wenzhou replied.

They lay side by side on the grass, and the afterglow of the evening that was about to fall began to rise from the sky like tea stains.Huang Shaotian added: "If this afternoon is true—and only this afternoon is true—we won't disappear. We won't disappear after 100 years. It doesn't matter if we find out that the bear claw cakes are sold out later, we At least I still believe that I can buy bear claw cakes later."

"As long as people who read the story remember our names," Yu Wenzhou said, "we will still be here."

They were silent for a while.

"So have we reached a conclusion after our discussion?" Huang Shaotian became confused, "About this topic of life."

"We didn't discuss this kind of thing." Yu Wenzhou pointed out, "We're just bored."

"Then if this is a story, what theme will it have?" Huang Shaotian asked.

Yu Wenzhou thought about it.Two clouds in the sky swam towards each other, and then hugged each other softly.Riding on the slow wind, they drift far away in the mirror-like sea of ​​the evening sky.Huang Shaotian was lying next to him, and he could feel the subtle warmth of the other party passing through the sleeve of his shirt.Twilight was beginning to fall, and the afternoon was drawing to a close.

"One afternoon," he said.

"Well," Huang Shaotian agreed, "an eternal afternoon."

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