Chapter 239: Secret Revealed! How the Third Person Changed the Past
The father sighed, "I was under a lot of pressure back then. I had to take care of the child by myself, and you had to run around with me everywhere. I didn't have a peaceful life at all. I'm sorry, Xiaobao."
He raised his hand and wanted to touch the child's head, but he no longer had the strength to lift his hand that high.
In the end, she could only reach under the child's face and try to touch it, but she received two hot tears.
He looked at his hands quietly until the two tears dried up.
He lamented, "Alas, civil servants like me have very high pensions, but it's a pity that I'm going to die in my early 50s, before I even get my pension. The thing I hate most is my pension."
"But before I died, I saw that you had a girlfriend, and I felt relieved. You are not alone in this world anymore. You should be nice to that girl..."
Chen Yanbai smiled and said, "I understand."
The father added, "You still have to feed the chickens. Don't let them starve to death."
The father was talking about the chicks in Ant Farm. During his hospitalization, he had no interest in anything, so he insisted on feeding the chicks and donating eggs every day.
Chen Yanbai took out his mobile phone and hired the chickens raised by his father to his own manor.
Looking at the two chubby chicks standing together, Chen Yanbai's eyes were a little blurry.
Modern times are great, technology is great, and 2025 is great.
Even after death, there will always be traces of life left behind.
His voice was a little choked. “Our chicks can live on my farm forever. It’s a pity that Mom didn’t have any chicks back then, otherwise our chicks would have had a complete home.”
Just as he finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang.
The father said quickly, "Is the little girl here? Go and see her."
Chen Yanbai looked at the name above, his brows furrowed slightly, but he was afraid that his father would notice, so he immediately said nonchalantly: "Well, yes, I'll go out and answer the phone."
Actually it wasn’t her, it was Qin Jiahuai.
When the doctor came to talk last night, although he didn't hear what Chu Yao said, he heard Qin Jiahuai whispered, "Speak."
He guessed what was going on.
He stood up and left the ward, closing the door gently.
Qin Jiahuai was sitting on a bench in the corridor outside.
The two men's eyes met in the air, and neither of them was friendly.
Chen Yanbai calmly sat down beside him: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
After a long silence, Qin Jiahuai spoke and said a lot of things that were not prepared before he came.
"Ayao is a very soft-hearted girl. She is so soft-hearted that she can empathize with many people who are insignificant in her life..."
"When she was in college, no one attended her elective courses. Students either didn't come or were playing games."
"But she felt that teaching was very hard for the teachers, and she would feel sad if no one respected the teachers, so she listened very carefully to every class."
Chen Yanbai asked in a deep voice, "Are you trying to say that she's just being soft-hearted towards me?"
Qin Jiahuai didn't answer, but just said: "We should not hurt her again, no matter when."
He handed over the thermos next to him: "Ginseng tea. Grandma made it early this morning."
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After leaving the hospital, Qin Jiahuai went directly to Chu Yao's house.
As soon as he got there, he pulled Chu Yao to the sofa and the two of them leaned against each other.
Qin Jiahuai asked her: "Do you still remember that we both suspected that there was someone who could change the past?"
Chu Yao nodded: "Yeah."
Qin Jiahuai took out his mobile phone and opened a video.
Proceedings of a professional psychology academic conference.
Last night he suddenly thought that he could investigate Chen Yanbai from an academic perspective, and he actually found out.
Qin Jiahuai directly pulled Chen Yanbai to the place where he was sharing.
"...I believe memory is the essence of a person. You are you because you have your memories. If your memories were ever replaced by someone else's, you would be possessed by someone else."
Chu Yao thought about this carefully and could accept it.
“Memory is not a sealed archive, but an active interface with the subconscious.”
"Dreams are the stewards of memory, blurring the neural coding boundaries of time."
Then comes a long section of implementation data and professional narration.
What is ray stimulation, what is hippocampus, what is resonance, what is fMRI comparison chart...
Not understanding, Chu Yao pulled the progress bar and listened directly to the conclusion.
"...the subjects were able to clearly recall every sensory detail from when they were three years old. More importantly, they were able to converse with all the people and events from their past through their dreams... In short, it was like briefly traveling back to their younger selves!"
The whole audience was in an uproar!
Chu Yao was also shocked: "Fuck!!!"
Experts soon raised many questions.
One of them read: "Even if it is true, the human brain cannot withstand such stimulation."
Chen Yanbai nodded: "Yes, so the subject only connected to the past three seconds, and could no longer do so afterwards."
"People occasionally feel as if an event has already happened. The mainstream view is that this is a misjudgment of the brain, but I think this is evidence that the subconscious is breaking through the linear constraints of time."
"We really experienced those things, but there was a slight shift in time and space, and our memories were folded in a higher dimension."
"I've established connections with the past for a second or two many times myself, but it's too short a time to do anything."
"Once I succeeded for 30 seconds, and I was transported back to my high school days. I was so shocked that I screamed, causing a female classmate to subconsciously look in my direction. She happened to see two teachers arguing in the corridor behind me. One of the teachers was her love rival... In the end, an uncontrollable butterfly effect occurred."
Chu Yao murmured to herself: "Oh my God..."
There was no incident of "Teacher Wu having a miscarriage" before because Han Han had no idea that Teacher Wu was arguing with Teacher Chen at that time.
I didn’t expect that just a time traveler’s exclamation would cause such a big impact!
The video progress bar continues to move forward.
"I research this because I have my own regrets that I want to make up for, and I also want to save my family."
"The second time I succeeded for three minutes. I went to see the girl I liked, reminded my dad not to smoke, and left a note for my past self, but it was completely useless."
"If it was a sudden accident, it would be easy to reverse, but with this disease, I was back for such a short time that I didn't have time to do anything for my family."
"I want to go back, but just like the teacher said, humans can't handle so many stimulations. This research may end in failure."
After the speech, there was supposed to be a commentary session by an old professor.
But after he finished speaking, there was silence for a long time.
Finally, a white-haired old professor made a not-so-professional comment: "That's such a shame... Sometimes I also wish I could live in the past, when my parents were still healthy."
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After watching all the videos, Chu Yao couldn't help but exclaim: "He is so amazing. We still have to rely on tools, but he relies on himself!"
Qin Jiahuai looked at her and said slowly and seriously, "Don't praise him. I mind it."
Chu Yao pushed her glasses and said with a smile: "Blame me, blame me. Next time I won't do it in front of you..."
He also laughed: "Don't blame you, blame me for not doing enough parenting education for you."
“…”Here he comes again! He comes again!
I knew that when I called him dad on impulse, he would laugh at me for the rest of my life!
But now it seems there is no need to hide it from him as a child.
He knows everything.
Chu Yao immediately got down from the sofa: "I will go tell you my true identity right now! From now on, I will never call you dad again!"
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