"Doctor..." Chu Jungui then remembered that he didn't know the doctor's name yet.
Chu Longtu looked at him and said, "Has he never told you? His name is Chu Yunfei, which is the name he gave himself. When he was young, his name was Yingyang, but he didn't like this name. , I secretly changed it myself when I grew up."
"He never told me or his real name. Everyone at the base calls him Dr. Chu."
Chu Longtu stood up with some difficulty, called Chu Jun back into the kitchen, and said, "I'll get some food, and you can tell me everything that happened over the years."
Chu Longtu opened the rusty refrigerator, took out some vegetables and meat, and cut them slowly.
Chu Jungui sorted out the life in the base in his memory and told it to Chu Longtu. The life in my memory is actually monotonous and simple. No matter how large the space base is, the space is limited. There are only a few areas where Xiao Jungui can move, over and over again. In his memory, apart from exercising and studying, most of his free time was spent staring at the empty space in a daze.
He could count on one hand the number of times he saw the Doctor in a year.
Chu Longtu listened and prepared dinner. The movements of his hands were extremely stable, and he only paused obviously when he heard Chu Yunfei.
"Do you still have an impression of your mother?" the old man asked.
Chu Jungui shook his head, "I haven't seen my mother since I can remember."
Chu Longtu shook his head and said: "It's not surprising at all. That boy Ying Yang is all about research, how can he know how to coax women? No woman of any kind can live with him for a long time."
Chu Jungui didn't know how to respond, so he could only remain silent.
At this time, a lot of steam came out of the pot, and dinner was ready. Dinner is very simple, just two big bowls of noodles, but with vegetables and meat.
"I didn't know you would come back, so I just had something to eat. I can't buy anything at this time."
The bowl placed in front of Chu Jungui was extremely large, almost like a small basin. He picked up the bowl, took a sip of the soup, and suddenly felt refreshed.
The taste of this bowl of noodles was unexpectedly good, far better than the turkey dinner on the transport ship, and infinitely better than the barbecue he made himself.
Faced with the delicious food of his life, Chu Jungui had long thrown away the composure of the experimental subject and ate it all in one go.
He put the bowl down and sighed with satisfaction. My only regret is that I was only half full. Although this bowl of noodles is enough for two people, the body of his experimental subject cannot be fed by two people.
Chu Longtu just looked at him, the bowl in front of him untouched. Seeing that Chu Jungui was obviously not full, he moved most of the noodles in his bowl over.
"this……"
"It's okay. I'm old. Sometimes I can't even think of eating at night. If you hadn't come back, I probably wouldn't have eaten tonight."
The noodles made by the old man were really delicious. Chu Jungui didn't think much about it and ate it in one go. Only then did he feel better.
After dinner, Chu Longtu rummaged around the room for a long time, found a key, opened the closed door of another room, and said, "Come in, this used to be your father's room. After he left, It hasn’t been touched since. Now that you’re back, you’ll live in this room from now on. By the way, Ying Yang… did you leave any relics?”
"No. We encountered star thieves, and the rescue capsule I was in finally crashed into an unmanned planet. It happened that the business school's survival combat training was also on that planet, so they brought me back. They searched the surrounding space , no trace of the rescue capsule was found.”
Chu Longtu sighed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and said slowly: "I had a feeling a few days ago, Ying Yang... I'm afraid he's gone. As people get older, sometimes the premonition will become very annoying. .”
"But, I'm back."
"Yes, you are back." The old man finally showed a smile, made the bed and made up the quilt for him.
Chu Jungui moved his luggage into the room. In fact, he didn't have any luggage. Even daily necessities were issued by the military academy.
While watching him sort things out, the old man said: "Your father has been very stubborn since he was a child and always had his own ideas. When he was young, your grandma was still alive, and I opened a spaceship repair factory in a free port. It was said to be a factory , in fact, apart from me, there are only a few workers. Only the smallest and most primitive spaceships can be repaired. In many cases, we have to make a living by dismantling old ships that have been scrapped. Life like this is a bit difficult, but it is very easy. Stable. This is how your father’s tuition fees have always been paid.”
The old days reappeared, making the old man sigh deeply and said: "Later, he graduated, but he didn't like taking over my ship repair yard and wanted to go outside and have a look. At that time, he and I had a big quarrel , he packed up his things and left, and never came back. He would only send a letter back every year during the Chinese New Year. He seemed to be working as a researcher, and he was always very busy."
"I'm really busy and I haven't been able to see him a few times." Chu Jungui said.
Chu Longtu shook his head and said: "Ying Yang is a genius spacecraft repairman, but when it comes to doing research, he is far behind. I don't know if he always wanted to prove that I was wrong, so he took the position of researcher. I did it for so long. However, everything has passed. I just... I just didn't expect that he couldn't come back to see me until the end."
"Father...should be a very good researcher."
Speaking of this, Chu Jungui remembered again the scene where the doctor flew a plane and fought a bloody battle with many elite enemies. The elegant maneuvers, decisive firing, and inescapable lock are all at the level of a king.
Air combat in outer space is the domain of the doctor, right?
"You should rest early and we'll talk tomorrow." The old man returned to his room, sat on the recliner, covered his knees with a thick blanket, and turned on the TV on the wall.
The TV screen flashed, but the sound was muted. The old man just sat like that, looking at the silent scene, as if he could sit there forever.
Chu Jun said good night, gently closed the door, and then carefully observed the room.
The room is not big, with a single bed, a desk, and two cabinets, it is completely packed.
Chu Jungui opened the curtains and looked outside. The window was small and narrow, and there was a thick layer of dust on the glass. It had not been cleaned for an unknown period of time, and it was impossible to see outside clearly.
He closed the curtains, came to the bookcase, and pulled out a thick book out of curiosity.
This is "Principles of Biological Neurons", with a thick cover and a gold-gilded title, all indicating its ancient and long history. In fact, in this day and age, any paper book is an antique.
The book was covered with dust, and it looked like it had been there for who knows how long.
Chu Jungui opened the book and unexpectedly found that almost every page had annotations. The handwriting is still a little childish, presumably the notes left by the doctor when he was a teenager. Chu Jungui didn't expect that the doctor would actually read such an antique book, and read it so seriously. He turned to a page at random and looked carefully at the comments left on it.
"An eternal question is, is human beings the most perfect creation of the gods? When implantable chips first appeared, many people believed that humans would now be able to rank with the gods because we began to have the ability to repair their works , and make it better. Later, artificial intelligence has overwhelmed the human brain in most fields. The combination of intelligence + chip seems to be able to completely replace humans, isn’t that true?”
"But today, for the first time, I discovered that the structural diagram of even the simplest neuron is so beautiful. Maybe the gods hide their biggest secrets behind these structures. For a thousand years, we have been trying to Is it wrong to interpret the function of neurons with cold numbers and chemical symbols?”
Chu Jungui read a few more paragraphs, all with similar comments. It seemed that the doctor in his boyhood also liked fantasy sometimes. In fact, more than a thousand years ago, human beings have cracked all of their own genetic codes, and since then medical treatment and human body enhancement and transformation technology have advanced by leaps and bounds. By around 2500, the human body itself had no secrets, and enhancement had encountered a comprehensive bottleneck, and it was a bottleneck of the natural structure of the human body.
For example, if you want to run faster or jump higher, anti-joints are a better choice. If you want to improve intelligence, you must first solve the problem of neural signal transmission speed.
The human brain has not been fully developed, but the bandwidth is no longer enough. If you want to improve, you must first replace the nerves throughout your body.
The time when the doctor left the annotation was already after 3400 AD, but he still had such childish illusions.
Chu Jungui shook his head, becoming more convinced that the doctor had indeed chosen the wrong profession. I'm afraid he is really only second-rate as a researcher, and as a repairman he can only make a steady living. The outer space battlefield is the exclusive domain of the doctor.
Putting "Principles of Biological Neurons" back to its original place, Chu Jungui took out a few more books to read. The categories of these books are very diverse, ranging from biology to chemistry to mathematics or mechanical principles. Without exception, the doctors made dense annotations. It seems that the young doctor was indeed an extremely diligent person.
Chu Jungui took out another thickest book, looked at it carefully, checked it carefully, and scanned it using various methods. Then he was disappointed to find that there was no chip hidden in the book, nor was there any data interface. Regardless of the printed content in the book or the comments made by the doctor, they are all serious and focused on the relevant fields, and no passwords are used to hide anything.
It seems that the doctor really likes reading. Chu Jungui came to a conclusion.
This is more of a quirk than a good habit. Even with the incredibly small storage space of the ID chip, which is as slow as the running speed of a sloth, tens of thousands of books like this can be downloaded at once and then read slowly. There is no need to buy physical books at all, and there is no need to take notes in such an inefficient way.
Looking at the cabinet full of books, Chu Jungui suddenly remembered that this cabinet was full of antiques!
Many of the books are in very good condition and may actually be thousands of years old. If sold, it must be worth a lot of money. Such a valuable antique, but the doctor painted on it, and he painted so much that he wanted to use up all the blank space. And it wouldn't matter if the annotation contained any epoch-making content, but the doctor was still young at that time, and all he left behind were childish remarks.
According to historical records, there was an emperor in ancient Chinese who liked to write inscriptions and seals on the calligraphy and paintings of famous people. He would write much more thoughts and feelings than the number of words in the original post. When there was not enough space, he would have to glue two more pieces of paper to make it easier for future generations. People are powerless to complain.
It turns out that the doctor is also a fan.
