In the eyes of Miss San, four-dimensional humans, time is a circle.
In her world, time was not a precious thing, but a fundamental attribute of length and weight.
For a three-dimensional human son, it is only by finding the threshold of a four-dimensional world that it will be possible to save the three-dimensional planet that will be destroyed.
1 Circle stores
Miss San has a small shop, only for sale.
She doesn’t have to work. She sleeps until she wakes up.
She can sleep all day, if she wants.
Time means little to her, after all, she sells time, sometimes.
“Oh, my God, business is getting tougher! * Miss San * With a laziness *
She slept all day, woke up and looked at all the points of yesterday, unexpectedly without guests.
She felt she was a strong woman with a strong career, but unfortunately she had not been able to cope recently and had never been visited.
In this world, time is not a precious thing, but an essential attribute of length and weight.
No one goes into the store and says how long and how much weight to buy, so it’s a strange thing to say, right, I want to buy a five-metre line, I want to buy two pounds of pork, and so on.
Time is the same attribute, so strictly speaking, Miss San is not selling time, but something different from time.
Miss San has sold a lot, 15 years of pets, 20 years of wine and 60 years of pine trees.
The guest was a tree-loving man, who particularly loved the growth of pine trees between the ages of 10 and 30, the most dynamic phase of pine tree growth.
In his original words, “Enjoy the life of the time, so can you buy the 20-year-old pine tree between the ages of 10 and 30 alone?” I’m sorry.
Miss San refused to sell her shop.
Most shopkeepers don’t sell them, they sell them for the best 20 years of 60 pine trees, so how do we sell the remaining 40 years of incoherence?
It’s as rude as running into a butcher’s shop asking for a single cut out of the flesh of five flowers.
It’s a good thing the guests also know they don’t care, and then they buy the whole thing.
Miss San handed the guests a packaged round, and the deal was completed with pleasure.
Don’t get me wrong, Miss San can’t really plant a tree in the store, can’t raise a bunch of pets.
There are countless time nodes in the time circle, one of which is selected to generate the item at that time node.
In fact, like CD-ROMs, you can read any nodes on the time axis, unlike CD-ROMs, which do not actually produce objects, and Ms. San, the time circle, can.
There were still no guests today, and Miss San had to go back to bed.
She was bored lying down for half a day, listening to the “tick-and-tock-tock” of the clock, and she finally got up and took off.
There was certainly a time circle on the wall, which had been blocked by the clock.
Ms. San’s index finger is up and down the time circle, and the surrounding environment is very different.
The time on the shelf had suddenly become more and less, and the chandelier had become dark and even the shop had been turned on and even the door had been turned on, and the guests had moved to her like they were coming in and then left.
This is the result of Miss San’s operation. She’s dialing the time circle of the whole store.
This allows us to see which node shop will have guests, or if there is a possibility that they will come, and if Ms. San is not in a position to do so, to lock up the node, to receive future or past guests, and to satisfy her great career.
Everything is time round, from existence to extinction to existence, goods are time round, shops are time round, guests are time round, and Miss San has her own time round.
Time is the same as long, fat and thin, and values can be ridiculous, but they can’t be.
The roof suddenly disappeared, and the cold wind “shocked” into the sky, terrorizing Ms. Sang, and hurried in the opposite direction of time, so that a reliable roof resurfaced and the house warmed.
Ms. San threw up her tongue, which was accidentally pushed to the end and went back to the stage when the shop was still being built.
Miss San was upset, but she looked at the past and the future a long time ago.
She can travel freely over time, make different choices at each time node and experience the future of every choice, but when she tries every possibility, the past and the future become boring.
With such a story, the king intends to reward the wise man who invented chess and ask him what he wants. The wise man said he wanted grain, one on the first board, two in the second and four in the third, so as to push until the sixty-four board was filled. The king thinks it’s hard, but it’s stupid to calculate, because even the country’s wheat is not enough for the wise.
The story is actually that the glamour of chess lies in the variables of each step, while the glamour of time is far greater than that of chess, each time node has almost unlimited possibilities, and the resulting variables are incalculable.
But the near limitless is not really limitless.
For example, the length of the Yellow River in front of individuals is almost unlimited, and it is limited in front of satellites; the possibility of time appears unlimited and limited in the presence of Ms. Sang. Because the satellite can measure the Yellow River outside the Earth, Miss San can watch time outside time.
All the possibilities were observed for her, and there was nothing left to impress her, Miss San.
Five minutes later, she changed her mind.
She met a boy, a boy who never appeared in her time circle.
In fact, Ms. Sang is not sure if it’s five minutes, and this uncertainty is extremely rare to her, so how can it not be possible to determine the time by just dialing the circle and returning to any point in time? The problem is that Ms. San has moved the clock a million times since, and never met the boy again.
Indeed, there are many possibilities for a time node, and Ms. San did observe all possibilities, but the possibility of her meeting the boy was not present.
In other words, Miss San would never have met the boy, not in the past, not now, not in the future.
It’s as if Guan-gung, even if he’s a teacher, he’s been practicing a five-fowl play and eating a thousand-year-old Qin-Jin for beans.
He’s a hundred, a thousand, a thousand times, maybe he can beat Lumont and even Lubu, but he can’t defeat Qinjun.
Because there is no such possibility in his time circle.
The boy appeared in the store, and Miss San and he didn’t even have time to say a word.
There was no communication between them, only a brief eye contact.
Before Miss San reacted, the boy disappeared, like a ghost.
Miss San is not afraid, but her curiosity is about to explode!
This boy is not in the past, nor is he in the future, but only for a moment.
She’s never seen anything like this before, and the world can’t be like this!
It’s bug!
Miss San is so excited to jump, she just hates no one high fives.
She just said it!
It’s not just her. Everyone lives boredly, like Mr. Pine, who bought a tree and watched it for 20 years.
So this world was created by a third-rate creator?
We can only control time, and we’ll always be locked in layers.
The world is made of nature. The human being is subjective. Miss San can’t believe this.
But what’s the point?
Miss San was excited for a while and calmed down.
She still can’t get out of this world.
The human being is four-dimensional, and as long as you do not find a way to conquer the fifth dimension, she will remain in this world forever.
Even if she discovered the world’s cracks.
So Miss San went down again and walked into the inside of the store.
There’s a different counter, black from inside to outside, which looks like a black cloth.
There’s a note on the counter panel: non-sale.
Miss San frowns three words, ugly. I can’t believe she wrote it herself.
Ms. San moved the note slightly, the word disappeared, the word moved again, and it appeared, much better than it was written earlier.
It’s actually a thing that happened after the week, and she’ll erase the word from it and rewrite it.
There is no need to do it again now and to move the note straight to one week.
Miss San is a little sleepy again, but she has one more thing to confirm.
She carefully unmasked the lid on the counter and looked inside.
The blue sphere continues to work slowly, and the other two are working properly, with a black curtain behind them, with several balls painted next to them, and a large white sphere painted not far away.
She’s lazy.
The fact that the other two balls had not been properly squeezed out in the past and in the future was even worse.
I don’t know what kind of reaction they’ll have if they continue to explore and find out the truth about the universe one day.
Better than never this day.
At that time, Miss San noticed that the two little balls were already showing signs of the ship.
She looks at the time circle of the blue sphere, and it turns to the end.
It’s going to be destroyed.
It will also be reborn.
“Whatever! “Tomorrow will be better! I’m sorry.
2. The Stolen
When we left the subway, it was dark.
Roadlights are dark, and there are a lot of cars on the road, red and white, linked to an eyey long dragon.
There are many pedestrians, three, three, two, two, one man on the side of the road, one man on the side of the road, and one man on the side — apples with a few pounds, cars with loud and loud noises.
“That’s when I felt it, not dizziness, not to spin, but to use one word to describe it as a sense of alienation, as if the background in video processing was diluted, and it felt like things and voices were fading, or I was fading myself.
“Roadlights, red and green lights, car taillights, the colours of those lights are so glamorous, as if they were magnified 10,000 times in an instant. From a physical point of view, the distance between me and them should be closer. But my subjective feeling is completely opposite, and I feel like I’m suddenly cut off from those things. I couldn’t hear a sound, and it was there, but it was a moment when they were gone.
“Thinking has also entered a strange state of mind, which has nothing to do with my subject. In any case, it seems to be detached from my body, away from the whole of time and space, looking at the world with a human perspective. I’m sorry.
When Yoshiko came here, he became a little emotional, but then he realized that he was out of his mind and took a deep breath and returned to the boy with a shy smile.
Mr. Wong, am I real? I’m sorry.
Yoshiko is 18 years old, a freshman with a history of schizophrenia.
However, the second personality fell asleep many years ago, and his attending physician had diagnosed that the probability of the second personality waking up was endlessly close to zero.
Three days ago, a mental health test was performed by students throughout the school, and he was the only person interviewed by a teacher in the counselling room.
Mr. Huang made him a cup of coffee, and asked him to say what a strange experience he had recently had.
“Again what?”
“Schizophrenia…” Riko suddenly woke up and asked carefully.
“Did you not interview me because of my history of schizophrenia? I thought you found out through that set of tests that I had signs of re-emergence. I’m sorry.
“Of course not. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko is relieved.
“More serious than that. Mr. Wong continues.
“It’s not about the mental health of the student, it’s about other aspects — in your words, it’s about the sense of dissociation.
I put the concept in many of the options, or set up traps, which are ineffective for other students.
But you’re different.
You know that there are relatively correct answers in the options, but you don’t hesitate to step on all the traps because I set options that are more relevant to you than the correct answers.
You can’t refuse them, like moths can’t reject lights. I’m sorry.
So Yoshiko waited for a while, but he did not keep telling the signs, so he asked: “So what?” I’m sorry.
Mr. Wong smiled a little, “So I’m sure you’re the one I’m looking for. I’m sorry.
The answer went beyond her expectations, and Teacher Wong did not give him time to react and then asked, “How do you see the concept of time?” I’m sorry.
By this turn, Yoshiko stammered for a while and said, “Uh… time is a linear concept… time is lost, so we value time? I’m sorry.
Mr. Wong smiled, “How come he got better?” I’m a psychology teacher, not a language teacher. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko smiled with shame.
The next second, Master Wong took all the smiles and stood up.
And his face was as serious as it had ever been, and he looked into the eyes of Zaiko, and said, “And remember what I said later.” Time is never a straight line, but a large circle, with countless points, called Time Nodes. At the same time, each time node is a small circle, and there are countless points on it, called Possibilities. There are countless possibilities to build small circles of time nodes, and countless nodes of time connect large circles of time. I’m sorry.
And Yoshiko was in a state of confusion, and he understood every word he said, but he could not understand even one another.
Mr. Huang saw his troubles and said, “The concept of parallel universe has been heard, right? Every second, there are countless parallel universes, and I call them all possibilities, and every second is the combination of those possibilities.
“In other words, it is these possibilities that build every minute, every time node. All the time nodes are linked together to form the whole concept of time. Mr. Wong paused for a while and left Yoshiko time to think, “So did you think that time was linear? I’m sorry.
Yoshiko’s brain was running fast, and he thought for a while, and he said, “Teacher, what you mean is that time is not something that is widely accepted as irreversible in society, but it’s changing. No, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
“Time is the change itself! Just this second, I’m here to talk to you about time, the other side of the parallel world I could play, maybe listen to songs, probably read books, every possibility is a different parallel world, and all these possibilities come together for this second! I’m sorry.
“Yes, Mr. Wong is so impressed, “You are smarter than I thought. I’m sorry.
It’s hard to describe what it’s like for Yoshiko, who’s all floating around as if he’s caught something vitally important, and he’s in great joy, and Teacher Wong is his only comrade in the world.
But the comrade’s next words gave him a good head and destroyed his joy.
Mr. Huang said: “Man is dying and the world is dying. I’m sorry.
If at the beginning of this conversation Mr. Huang had dropped that sentence, she would have determined 100 per cent that the mental problems of the psychologist had arisen and turned away. Even now, Yoshiko prefers this possibility.
Mr. Wong smiled and said, “You may think I’m a psycho, but of course, in a parallel universe, I may be a psycho.” But here and now, I can be responsible for everything I say. I’m sorry.
Ryoko nodded in a place of respect and asked, “What has destroyed the world?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
“You don’t know?” This time, Yoshiko replaced the term “you” with “you.”
“War, plague, meteorites there are countless possibilities, which is not important. I’m sorry.
“How can it not matter…”
Yoshiko consciously refuted it, but he understood Mr. Wong’s meaning the next second. Yeah, it really doesn’t matter. Every possibility is a parallel universe, and so long as it is in accordance with world rules, it is bound to happen, but not necessarily in this world.
“How can you assert that our world will be destroyed if you don’t know what destroyed it? I’m sorry.
When Yoshiko had finished, he suddenly thought that Mr. Noboshi was talking about the destruction of the other parallel universe? He doesn’t care. He’s not the Virgin Mother of the Universe.
“All parallel universes will be destroyed at this point in time, including our world, of course. Mr. Wong said, “Because of technological bottlenecks. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko is lost again. “Technology bottlenecks? I’m sorry.
And he thought, “That’s a crazy fucking door to the house. He had come to a psychiatric clinic and thought that he would be waiting for a psychological conversation. He had no idea that he had been talking about a half-day of philosophy and that the subject had begun to move in the direction of science.
“It took millions of years for humanity to enter the age of the bronze iron from the Stone Age to enter the age of the bronze iron; it took thousands of years to enter the age of the steam; then the steam age, the electrical age and the information age grew faster…”
And Ryoko listened to me and thought, “Well, it was history.”
Mr. Huang asked: “What time is it now? I’m sorry.
“The information age.” I’m sorry.
“Why are we still in the information age? “I mean, what are the signs of a new era?” I’m sorry.
“Use the new technology…” And Yoshiko finally understood what Mr. Huang said about the technological bottlenecks, “but it is not possible to judge that the world is going to be destroyed because humans have not invented new technology.” There’s no rule for science and technology! I’m sorry.
Teacher Wong said, “Is there really no law?” I’m sorry.
“In the history of human development, these centuries of development gains have been greater than in millions of years. This is a very clear sign of a new height or a turning point for humanity. Unfortunately, we did not break the technological bottlenecks this time. I’m sorry.
And Yoshiko said, “Then come and go…” And he said, “What’s the big deal?” The book also says that things are spiraling up, and you’re in a hurry, and that’s the death penalty.
Mr. Wong said, “There’s something going on, but when was there a real one in human development?” I’m sorry.
Yoshiko!
“Did we retreat from the Bronze Iron Age to the Stone Age?” Have we gone from steam to iron? “How will the information age turn us around?” Back to the electrical age, or the steam age? I’m sorry.
He said, “Or the Stone Age?” I’m sorry.
Yoshiko fought in a cold war, and he remembered Einstein’s famous words — I don’t know what kind of weapons he would use in the Third World War, but the fourth one must be with stones.
“There can be only one turning point in the history of human development,” she says. I’m sorry.
“Is it not okay to maintain the status quo except for technological breakthroughs and welcome points? Haven’t humans fought for thousands of years with brass and iron in their hands? I’m sorry.
Mr. Huang exclaimed, saying, “But man cannot hold nuclear weapons in his hands for thousands of years. This is the rule established by the Creator, which either develops or dies. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko is silent.
For a long time, he asked, “So what do you mean, the world will be destroyed by war?” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t say that. It’s just that we’re all getting ready for the end of humanity. All the great powers are trying to develop spacecraft, really just to explore the universe? I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it?”
“To survive. The spacecraft believed that one day it could fly out of the solar system and find the end of the universe, where perhaps the secrets of God were hidden. Mr. Huang looked at Yoshiko and said, “Or is the threshold of a four-dimensional world.” To find that threshold, perhaps humanity can escape its established destiny. I’m sorry.
“So you believe in creationism? I’m sorry.
Mr. Huang said, “God is good, or Govile is good, or God is good. There’s no need to argue, but there must be one. As a three-dimensional creature, man has made so many paintings and created so many two-dimensional worlds, it has long been understood that every low-dimensional world was created by high-dimensional organisms. Humankind is convinced that its three-dimensional world is unique, naturally formed, and strongly denies the existence of high-dimensional organisms, which is simply because of fear. I’m sorry.
The words were very informative, and Ryoko thought for a while, saying, “Assuming the world really is what you say, I think there is a great chance that humans will not die.” A hundred years ago, humanity was unable to break through the atmosphere and is now on the Moon. If the threshold of a four-dimensional world exists in the universe, the ship’s fleet is close to success.”
“No, they have failed. “There’s not much time left in the world to break the technology. I’m sorry.
“Because the Creator is going to destroy the world with his watch? “Even if there was a creator, her temper wouldn’t be so bad. I’m sorry.
“I prefer to replace the world to destroy it, but neither does it make any difference to us. The low-dimensional world must operate in accordance with the rules set by the high-dimensional organisms, so, as I said earlier, human beings cannot break through the technological bottlenecks and will only die. By the way, what is the biggest crisis that humanity has experienced in the last 1,000 years, Mr. Yoshiko? I’m sorry.
“World War II No, the Cuban missile crisis? I’m sorry.
“Neither,” said Master Wong, “It’s the age of great navigation.” I’m sorry.
What kind of crisis is this? At best, it’s an indigenous crisis.
“The age of great navigation has brought together all continents of the planet by sea, and Europe has ushered in a period of rapid development. “But what if Columbus doesn’t find the new continent?” I’m sorry.
What’s the assumption? Even if Columbus hadn’t found the new continent, Cyrembu would have found it there, and one navigator would have found it.
“What if there is only one continent in the world and no other continent exists?
“Then beyond the continent is the end of the world. The Creator will not allow man to master navigation, Columbus will never have a chance to go to sea, and the age of great navigation will never come. Yes, the sea is there, but we can’t cross it. Throughout the time, human beings have over-enhanced subjective dynamics, as if we could do as long as we wanted to. Is that true?
“Man has been able to break through the technological bottlenecks and usher in an era of great navigation because the oceans are not the end of the world, and there are continents outside the oceans and the universe outside. In other words, because the map had room for exploration, the creator had liberalized its limits to humanity, the so-called breakthrough technological bottlenecks. I’m sorry.
He went on to say, “We should be glad that the Creator is not lazy enough to build a single continent, otherwise human beings will end up with a technological bottleneck before the age of great navigation and then die. But good luck does not come for the second time, and human beings deserve to usher in the great space age very soon during the technological explosion. The fact that the great space age has been delayed is the best proof. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko ate spit, “What does this prove? I’m sorry.
“to prove that the universe outside the solar system does not exist at all, the creator may have built only one solar system. Mr. Wong had a cup of coffee, “If not, humans will be free to explore in space. It was not because there was nothing outside the solar system that the Creator had imposed such restrictions on humanity. I’m sorry.
“So, the things the ship sent for so hard don’t exist. There is only one way to go before humanity. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko sat up under his head, “What is it?” He didn’t even notice that, without realizing it, he no longer treated Mr. Huang’s words as a joke.
“This question will be answered later, and now, Yoshiko, let’s talk about the dissociation that bothers you. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko thought, “It’s hard to remember what’s real.”
“It is unfortunate that there is no clear explanation for the sense of alienation. And my personal understanding is that, at that moment, your consciousness was indeed removed from the body and even from the three-dimensional world in which we live. I’m sorry.
Ryoko listens to the convulsions of the mouth, which clearly is the fragrance of the fairy tale… However, today’s topics are all so ridiculous that Yoshiko doesn’t think he’ll be surprised even if Mr. Huang talks to him next about the deal.
But the next thing he did, he was shocked by his chin, because he said, “The burden of saving the world lies with you, my son.” I’m sorry.
Listening to such an insane and psychotic statement, Ryoko’s heart rose to the cuffs, but at this point, he pushed a switch on his hand.
A light was lit in the room, followed by the second and third. Yoshiko is surrounded by colorful lights. Red, white, green … every light of colour is boundless, forming a curtain of a wall of light above heaven, which is small as dust. But then the light went away like a tide, leaving only a thin shadow. No, not just away from him, but away from the world.
Yoshiko can see a piece of Master Wong’s mouth and seems to be talking, but can’t hear it at all. The five senses were all lost at that moment, but he clearly sensed that he was looking at the world. Not with the eyes, but with an unspoken view of the world.
Next, Mr. Huang turned off the switch and Yoshiko’s consciousness returned to his body. He can no longer remain calm, stand up and stare at Mr. Wong, but he cannot speak.
“Calm down, calm down. “It’s just a little thing like a neon lamp that doesn’t hurt the body. I’m sorry.
It was only then that Yoshiko noticed that Mr. Huang was carrying an instrument of the size of the Skycat Elf, which apparently was the source of the light. But just one little instrument that magnifies the light?
And then he realized that it wasn’t just the magnification, but…
“The sense of alienation. Mr. Huang looked up at Yoshiko’s eyes and said, “You didn’t tell me the truth. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko stopped talking. He’s been hiding something since he got into the consulting room. Yes, he did feel the sense of separation when he left the station. But it’s not the first time he’s felt a sense of alienation. As a matter of fact, Yoshiko has been deeply disturbed by the sense of alienation since he suffered from schizophrenia as a child.
He has been excluded from the world from time to time, rather than from society. If every human being and the world are connected to each other, then his line is already less transparent. When he was a child, he talked to a psychiatrist, who comforted him, and turned his head and gave him more pills.
So he learned to hide. Like this interview with a psychologist, he set out a strategy to avoid the top priority. He described it as if it was the first time he felt a sense of alienation, which he could not even remember.
“I borrowed it from a friend, and frankly it has nothing to do with psychology, but I personally think it can help to magnify the sense of dissociation. I’m sorry.
“Sensei, what are you trying to say? I’m sorry.
“Yoko, the sense of alienation has seriously troubled you. Mr. Wong said, “If you’d only felt a slight withdrawal once or twice, there would have been no such strong reaction. I’m sorry.
“So all you talked to me about today was to let me relax? “I don’t really have to, you can just announce that I’m falling apart and suggest I drop out.” I’m sorry.
“No, every word I say comes from within.” I’m sorry.
“including saving the world?”
“including saving the world. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko laughed.
Mr. Huang suddenly asked, “What do you think is the relationship between a painter and a painter?” I’m sorry.
“The creation and the creator. I’m sorry.
“Is it possible to achieve dialogue between them? I’m sorry.
“No way. Is this another psychological test? I’m sorry.
“I think it’s possible. Mr. Huang did not heed the sarcasm of Yoshiko and added, “Through dreams, I’m sorry.
Yoshiko countered: “Dream is just a projection of reality, it cannot cross reality!” I’m sorry.
Mr. Huang seriously said: “The painters have dreamt 10,000 times, of which 999 are realistic projections, but perhaps the only one is that they are really trying to talk to the painters. I’m sorry.
And he said, “This is nothing but conjecture, and we cannot prove it.”
“I can’t deny it. “It is only by finding the threshold of a four-dimensional world that it will be possible to save the three-dimensional world that will be destroyed.” I believe there’s a connection that goes beyond the dimensions, and physics has its limits, but it doesn’t have a heart. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko was silent for a long time and said, “Sir, I don’t know if you’re crazy or if I’m crazy.” I’ll try to trust you, but before you do, please tell me why you chose to talk to a freshman like me. I’m sorry.
“Because of the sense of alienation.” Mr. Wong said, “The man in the painting is not able to talk to the painter, and if we want to have a super-dimensional conversation, we have to get out of the world. You’re not the only one with a sense of alienation, but you’re the one I’ve seen most. I’m sorry.
“What can I do? I’m sorry.
“Remember what I told you? Time is a circle. All you have to do is find this circle and cut it off! I’m sorry.
And Yoshiko was disheartened, and thought, “Teacher, you’re still dancing. You’re the one who wants to destroy the world.”
“You have to make this circle incomplete,” Mr. Huang explained, “Only in an incomplete time will human beings truly have a future.” I’m sorry.
Yoshiko scratches his head: “Teacher, there may be something wrong with you, and I do sometimes feel it, but that doesn’t mean I can go to another world… As for cut-off time or something, such a task should perhaps be left to professionals. I’m sorry.
Master Wong, “Professor”? I’m sorry.
And Yoshiko whispered, “The Cave Weaver and all…”
Mr. Wong rubbed his eyebrow and said, “Well, cut-off time is only a second-rate argument, and I thought you’d like it at your age. In any case, you have to find a way to get the time round out of the way and find the possibility that the world will not be destroyed, that humanity will not be destroyed. I’m sorry.
“It sounds like it’s as difficult as it sounds to cut off time…”
“Well, since it’s all clear, let it go. Mr. Huang said, “Yako, it’s all yours. It’s the only way for humanity. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko is completely stupid. “What? Wait…
“Operation code, Sky stealer! After calling out the code name of Middle Two, Huang did not give Ryoko the opportunity to throw up and press the switch.
Yoshiko came to a store.
It’s supposed to be a store, with two rows of shelf, full of round packagings, which looks like a suction lamp, so this is the light shop. Yoshiko doesn’t remember how he came to the store or why he came. His mind works slowly, like half-dreaming chaos.
Then he saw a woman. He could not describe the woman’s face or judge her age. A new child, a maiden of good age, a woman of age, a gathering of these. Time has the entity, condensed on this woman, and women in different situations are in the shadow of the circle.
Yoshiko thought, “This is the circle of time.” Who told him that concept? I can’t remember. It is both mobile and static, and its entire trajectories remain constant for every moment.
He saw that time spans with the infinite possibilities but does not allow for a slightest incriminating. The circle is inclusive, it is all-embracing, it is a billion possibilities that occur at the same time; it is null and void, it is all-embracing, and it is the eternal mockery of false freedom by the Creator.
Yoshiko felt great grief. What is a human being bound by time when time is confined in this circle, revolving between life and destruction and never able to escape? What is he?
He saw the woman and the woman saw him. So the world collapsed, like a bug game that was about to go away, and he couldn’t even say a word, and the sight was like a tide.
Master Wong turned off the device.
The first reaction of Yoshiko was anger, “Why did you wake me so quickly? I’m sorry.
He had a chance to talk to women, just give him a little more time…
“It’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
Ryoko didn’t believe it, and the teacher gave him a tissue to wipe his face. It became clear that Yoshiko had touched his face, which was full of tears.
“Whether it is a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a year, a hundred years, it is a moment for you. Because in that moment, you’re out of time. I’m sorry.
Yoshiko stood still for a while, and finally the whole person got loose, sat on the couch and drank a big cup of coffee. Coffee is getting a little cold, but Yoshiko doesn’t care.
“I failed. He was tired and said, “Do you have a second chance?” I’m sorry.
No, Mr. Wong says, “We have planted the possibility of success. I’m sorry.
Author: Light Sing Sing Number: YX11nRoYP7Q
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
