Into a parallel world

The longest surviving species in the world is not actually human beings. Perhaps when everything starts to recover, the first breath in the world is the origin of life.

No one knows where such an existence is now, but there is no doubt that different species live in different ways.

Bai Jifeng has always believed that human beings are the most vulnerable and insidious. No, it is too gentle to describe it as fragile, perhaps it is more appropriate to use weak.

But there is also an unexpectedly good person in this species, and that is the current Professor Song who has devoted himself to research.

"Young man, this snow-capped mountain contains the aura of heaven and earth for hundreds of years. You say you live here, but you are talking about the past years... Is there anything interesting about this mountain?" Professor Song looked into the distance with his hands behind his back. The ridge of the mountain is so white that people don't feel dazzled, but the flying snowflakes make people can't help but immerse themselves in the magic of nature.

After decades of researching on a pseudo-scientific proposition, most of his peers who worked hard with him also left, and people in the society also expressed their disapproval or wait-and-see. Only his wife and children at home who have been guarding him for decades have always given him Unlimited care.

Bai Jifeng squinted his eyes and looked around this place. He had lived for so long, and it was just as boring as usual. He didn't know what these people wanted to do. After a long time, he said: "I can feel its pulse every second. I can understand the desire for life with every breath of all the creatures here. It's just..." He stopped talking, and glanced at Professor Song beside him. His eyes were full of ice blades, which made Professor Song, who had been watching countless people, also Hit a chill.

"Just what?" Professor Song asked, suppressing the discomfort.

"It's just that its pulse is getting weaker and weaker, and its breathing is getting more and more difficult. I think it will die eventually, and I will leave by then."

A strangeness flashed in Professor Song's eyes, and his voice seemed weak in the howling cold wind: "Young man, some things are difficult to judge right from wrong, because everyone's moral values ​​are different, but there are differences in this world. One's own moral line, as long as it is within the allowed range, it is okay."

"It's not this world, it should be your society." Bai Jifeng propped up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Professor Song with indifferent eyes. "There are no rules in this world, it's just a group of bedbugs who like to occupy the land and become kings."

This sentence directly made Professor Song turn pale, and the guilt in his heart for many years was magnified countless times, and the impassable moral hurdle kept rising until it became a door to completely isolate him from his dream.

"You... oh..." Professor Song shook his head, wondering whether it was snow or something, although he was only in his forties, his hair was already half gray.But the charm of youth can still be seen on the weather-beaten face.

Bai Jifeng turned around and passed Professor Song, and when he rubbed shoulders, he left a sentence that completely broke Professor Song's heart: "You will eventually be buried with him."

It seemed that the young boy's words contained an unbearable power. Professor Song followed the person who was going away, and his back became more and more blurred in the heavy snow until it finally disappeared in the flying snowflakes.

This was the first time he had a conversation with this boy who had met several times. Before that, he was limited to seeing the boy standing under the cedar in the window of the research base, with those eyes looking at them outsiders. Covered with crushed ice.

He even began to think about whether to retreat with the team.This question occupied his mind for several days in a row, and it was not until the eve of New Year's Eve that he took out his mobile phone and returned a voicemail at home.

Regarding the conversation that day, Bai Jifeng felt that there was no need to say anything more. The years of heavy snow had buried the bones of hundreds of millions of years ago. This is a secret about the way of heaven, and anyone who tries to dig it will pay the price.He is also tired of staying here, it's time to change places to experience different seasons.It's just that unexpected events always bring unexpected people, making his frozen heart try to break the frozen ice.

He still remembered that he was standing under the usual tree, the still green cedar branches and leaves were bent by the accumulation of snow, and some pieces of snow slid down and fell on his shoulders. He had been standing for three hours, entering the cave for exploration. The team still hasn't come out.This cave was discovered only recently, and he was surprised that these ordinary humans could find this cave, but it was none of his business whether they could get out alive.

Ding--ding-----

A black mobile phone vibrated on the temporary workbench set up on the ground, and Bai Jifeng stared at the constantly vibrating mobile phone with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.When Professor Song entered the cave three hours ago, he took out his mobile phone from the inner lining of his belt and put it on the table, then walked up to him solemnly step by step and said: Young man, thank you for your advice, but I'm sorry, I For most of my life, I have to give my wife and children an explanation.I'm afraid this exploration is... a surprise, but if my son calls, please connect me...

As for what Professor Song said later, he didn't pay special attention to it. After all, these are none of his business. Human beings' obsession with family and desire for ideals are beyond his comprehension. Facing the snow-capped mountains to spend the last breath, to complete their mission.

But the phone kept vibrating, and the eagerness made the layer of snowflakes on the table tremble.Unexpectedly, he walked over to pick up the phone, squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes to look at the bottomless snowy mountain cave, and slightly pursed his thin lips. His originally calm expression was completely broken when the voice from the other end rang out: "Dad taught me I do the question!"

The child's crisp voice is full of excitement and attachment, like the warm sun turning into the first snow, the tender pistil on the branch, his heart starts to be excited and beats with this feeling that does not belong to him, and it is the first time he hears himself using such a The tone said: "Little friend, I am not your father."

Even if he couldn't see the child's reaction, he could still imagine that blushing, baby-fat little face, and the appearance of being too ashamed to speak, all of which made his heart start to agitate. It jumped even more violently. He had seen the snow falling from the treetops when the snow stopped in the snow-capped mountains. Occasionally, frightened mountain birds flew across the lonely sky.

But this was the first time, he began to get tired of this kind of life, and he began to yearn for the warmth on the other end of the phone, so he spoke, and took the first step that could not be turned back: "Kids, wait a minute."

The fingers holding the mobile phone were pale, and he glanced at the cave that existed for tens of thousands of years, his tone was completely different from that of the cold grace: "Your father is my mentor, he is very busy now, but he told me that if you have If you can’t do your homework, you can ask me.”