On the other side, Qin Ying curled up on the bay window of the apartment. A thin ray of light leaked in through the unopened curtains, making the dark circles under her eyes even darker.
It has been a month since she returned to the real world.
But the scenes in the books always appear in my mind from time to time, and I always wake up in the middle of the night, dreaming about the man named Fu Hanzhou, who is sometimes far away from him and sometimes near, and every little thing in that world.
The phone screen stayed on the airline's booking page, and the cursor flickered into a blurry white dot on the "Confirm Payment" button.
She hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms. The fibers of her sweater seemed to still smell of disinfectant.
"Qin Ying!"
The instructor's voice came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and the instructor walked in with a serious face:
"Still feeling depressed? Didn't you listen to what I said before?"
Qin Ying stood up and walked over listlessly:
"Teacher, I think I still need to leave for a while and relax."
"Nonsense!" The instructor frowned.
"There's a 'Frontiers of Space-Time Physics Seminar' in three days. The 'Space-Time Fold Theory' proposed by the speaker may overturn existing cognition. The organizing committee specifically wants you to attend!"
"I'm a doctor of medicine and physics..."
"Precisely because you're an M.D.!"
The instructor interrupted her:
"Your previous paper on 'the existence of consciousness across dimensions' shares some underlying logic with this theory of space-time! The organizing committee suggested that your ideas might provide biological support for space-time research!"
Qin Ying's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.
Although this meeting sounded very high-end, she still couldn't muster up any interest. What about the folds in time and space?
Although she seemed to have traveled into a book.
But over the past month, she has increasingly felt that the images in her consciousness, did they really exist, or were they just a dream?
She was in a coma for four days and had a long dream. She wanted to believe it but found it unbelievable.
But the feeling she had when she loved someone was heart-wrenching!
She just wanted to go abroad, just wanted to escape from this place, but facing the mentor who cultivated her, she still refused:
"But these theories only exist on a textual level and have never been proven. They don't have much practical significance. I don't want to go..."
"Nonsense! Do you know what the upcoming world-class high-end academic seminar means? It involves the world's most cutting-edge achievements and secrets. This is an opportunity that many people dream of!
The instructor pushed up his glasses, a cold light flashing across the lenses:
"Your research on consciousness energy fields may be able to break through the technological barriers that have held them back for three years. This conference will also allow you to shine on the international stage. How can you just give up like that? I won't let you miss out!"
Suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded outside the window. Qin Ying looked at the sycamore leaves rustling in the wind, and seemed to see Fu Hanzhou reaching out to her in the rain.
She exited the mobile booking interface and glanced at the suitcase:
"I'll join."
The tutor put down the invitation and left. Qin Ying walked to the dressing mirror.
The girl in the mirror rubbed her swollen temples, revealing a pair of clear but bloodshot eyes.
She has gentle eyebrows, a straight nose, and natural light pink lips. She is not stunning, but has a soft bookish air - compared with the girl in the book who always wears a patchwork shirt, she is less rustic and has more of the calmness of a modern woman. Only the trembling arc of her eyelashes when she lowers her eyes reminds her of the way she bowed her head to translate in her memory.
Does consciousness exist across dimensions?
This sentence kept echoing in my mind.
She recalled the dreamlike experiences when she traveled through the book, and the last time she saw Fu Hanzhou after the door of time and space opened. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.
The sky outside the window darkened. She turned on her computer and opened the official website of the seminar. Apart from where it was held, there was no information at all.
It's quite confidential indeed.
Qin Ying stared at the blank seminar page on the computer, and the last ray of sunset outside the window was swallowed by the clouds.
She turned off the computer, and the only sound in the darkness was the faint hum of electrical current from the electrical appliances in the house.
She curled up on the sofa, the thought of her consciousness existing in another dimension lingering in her mind.
I don’t know how long it was before I heard the laughter and running of children downstairs, which sounded very much like the joy in the military compound in the book.
The familiar voice made her whole body tremble. Everything that happened there was deeply rooted in her bones and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.
She looked at the rising moon outside the window and suddenly remembered what Fu Hanzhou said before she left:
"From now on, we will watch the moon for ten, twenty years... for a lifetime!"
The moon is always there, but the person who accompanies her to watch the moon is forever in another time and space..."
In a field hospital in another city, the smart watch on Fu Hanzhou's wrist showed three o'clock in the morning.
Xiao Li put a pile of documents on the table:
"Captain, all the meeting materials have been sorted out."
Fu Hanzhou tore off the tape of the pain pump, the wound on his lower back still ached slightly.
He threw down the meeting materials, and the electronic screen with the meeting countdown cast a faint blue light on the wall, making his angular profile look even more stern.
He placed the tablet upside down on the table, the metal casing making a soft sound as it collided with the glass surface. Over three days, he had to confirm the infrared sensor range of every entrance and exit, and check for any blind spots.
As for the list of attendees... He reached out and rubbed his aching temple, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the jade pendant. The memories of 1980 suddenly came flooding back - when Qin Ying placed the dragon pendant on his chest, her warm breath swept across the side of his neck. 66 years had passed, and the touch was so clear that his heart stopped.
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