Deep Space Planet Leader

Sitting in the seat blankly, there is no way to calm my mind. Zhang Yuan doesn't know what's wrong with him. There is always a voice in his heart telling him that these emails were sent yesterday, and they need to be replied whether because of etiquette, responsibilities, or obligations.

But reason told him that these people have long since ceased to exist, and there is no need to reply.

Even if they reply, they will not receive it.

Even, he is no longer an authority on turbulence issues. In 183 years, mankind has explored this method very clearly, let alone a new theory. He does not need his guidance.

"What's the point?"

He sighed again, trying to free himself from these complicated scientific research documents.

No need, really no need.

The next letter is no longer a research letter, but the good news that Ye Qingqing, the daughter of the aunt family, is admitted to college.

Because she doesn't work hard and her college entrance examination results are not very good, the university she was admitted to is just a local university, which is quite average.

However, for a girl who has just entered adulthood, it is also a crucial step towards her future life.

I also sent a photo above, showing Ye Qingqing's smiley face, holding an admission notice in her hand, showing off quite a bit.

"Cousin, I'm admitted to college. Haha, I can finally have a happy summer vacation. There is no make-up classes, and no parents' nagging, so cool, so happy! There will be another cool in the future. A cool boyfriend is waiting for me on the university campus. I'll show it to you when I find it."

Ye Qingqing's voice travels through time and space and reaches Zhang Yuan's eardrum.

"Congratulations!" Zhang Yuan typed a few words on the computer.

Then, after considering it silently, I deleted it again.

I remember his last summer in Earth, it seemed particularly hot, and I recalled the scene of repairing the radio at Ye Qingqing’s house...

This silly girl doesn’t like to read, but she chooses professionally. It's pretty good. It shouldn't be unemployed after graduation.

The next email is a wedding photo from Senior Sister Wang Lili.

"Zhang Da Young Master, today when I was raising a child at home, I suddenly thought of you. Time flies so fast. It has been 4 years since you left. A lot of things have happened in these years. In the end, uh... I married a local tyrant. It’s a pity that you can't drink the wedding wine, hey."

"Send you a photo of my wedding."

" Send you another photo of the baby! Is it cute?"

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"haha, this Miss is married, the child is so old, I think There is no hope for me to pursue me!"

"Oh, yes, now, you have hibernated...Suddenly I thought of you, come to comfort me. I don’t know when you will wake up Come, when will I see my message? No... At that time, I'm old and dead, right?"

"The Deep Space Foundation is really stingy. It costs ten dollars to send an email. ."

"No other meaning, good luck."

"Happy life!"

Zhang lowered his head, his eyes were already a bit blurred.

Life is so dramatic, Wang Lili Senior Sister abandoned her dog-licking boyfriend and married a local tyrant...

After a long time, I clicked the next one. .

He feels that he is reading all his friends' lives...from those days after he left to death.

Time is like a video tape, fast forward.

Humans are really fragile creatures, why are they... suddenly gone?

There is no doubt that with the ebbing of time, he is recalled less and less frequently.

At first, there were a lot of letters from various friends. Later, there was only one in three to five years. Later, one letter in thirty to fifty years.

Man is a kind of forgetful creature. Not only the entire world is forgetting him, but all relatives and friends are also forgetting him. Ye Qingqing said that she wanted to show him her boyfriend, but in the end she didn't send it over.

Professor Wang Zhong passed away at the age of 147. This letter was sent to him by Senior Sister Xu Yunjing.

147 years old, in that era, it was still a relatively high lifespan.

But as far as Zhang Yuan is concerned, it was videoed just yesterday, farewell, and he passed away today.

He still remembers what Professor Wang Zhong said at the end: "...everything in the mortal world is not worthy of nostalgia, let’s look at the world three thousand years later!"

This feeling , I don’t know how to describe it...very unreal, but very real. The pain of parting, which has spread out over several decades, needs to be endured within a day.

Zhang Yuan seems to be numb, and it feels like watching a series of TV series that are not very exciting.

At the end, there is only one letter in the mailbox.

And the span is extraordinarily huge, and it is a full forty years after the penultimate letter.

As if he had no breath, Zhang Yuan froze for a while before trying to open it.

"Mr. Zhang Yuan, hello."

"Unconsciously, I have become an old woman over a hundred years old. You must be in hibernation. , Must still be young, it is really an enviable thing."

"Today, I was holding my cat at home and sitting in the shade of a tree drinking afternoon tea. Somehow, I suddenly remembered You. The memory is too long. I realize that I can’t remember your appearance, and even the name is a bit vague."

"But I still remember that one beautiful and yet beautiful Strange night..."

"Ha, you are so cute!"

"I quickly took out my phone and logged in to my long-lost social account."

"I found our group photo. The long-lost memories flooded in. Unconsciously, I felt a subtle touch."

"At that time, I was so beautiful, fair-skinned and beautiful, but you Also very handsome!"

"I was thinking, if I took the initiative at that time, would you stay? Maybe, what a pity! But the more likely you are I won’t stay here."

"When I get older, I like to think about things like this, wanting to make up for the regrets of my youth."

"I still like you so far. Yes, deep space colonization, what a cool thing. But I am already an old woman! Can an old woman also have a second spring? Of course not, I can't catch up with you light-years away."

"Now I still don’t show you what I look like. I still like my appearance when I was young. Everyone likes being beautiful and youthful."

"But time It’s a sailing boat that flows down the river. It’s no longer innocent as the years change, and there’s no way to overthrow it again. By the way, I’m now a writer of best-selling novels, isn’t it surprising?"

"I had agreed not to contact you anymore, but I really can’t bear it! Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and I’m alive in the next few years... I always have a lot of things I want to tell you, I feel you It’s a good friend of my life. It seems to be able to understand me forever, but I don’t know how to say it."

"A lifetime is too long. There have been enough stories...These past stories, if With my disappearance, I don’t know what the meaning is."

"Forget it, don’t say it."

"You should know who I am."

"Good luck."

The mailbox is empty, and there are no more unread files.

Even if you have made sufficient psychological preparations in advance, when the facts really come, you still feel so heavy.

So so heavy!

Zhang Yuan turned off the computer, lay down on the desk, crying with headache, tears dripping on the desktop.

The room is dark and there are no lights on.