Song Ziyu knows why this world can be so pleasant. The reason is because he changed the history of this plane.
Without the influence of the polymer in 1936, the world line of this world began to move forward in a stable manner. Even in 2210, humans are still progressing steadily on the road to restricting the development of artificial intelligence.
Song Ziyu walked on the streets of the R239 plane, feeling the scenery of the new era. In this plane, due to Xi He's special guidance, humans have consciously or unconsciously guided humans to restrict computers since the emergence of computers.
The first is the limitation of the world root group server, which does not allow the computer to have too many root group servers, which fundamentally limits the computing power of the computer, making it difficult to add iterations of artificial intelligence.
Therefore! Even in 2210, the world has not changed much. Song Ziyu took a flight to the southern capital of this world, then entered the old archives library and found a newspaper from 2038.
In the newspaper, there was a record of a marathon in Nandu... After confirming the time and place, Song Ziyu had found the anchor point for crossing.
Activating the bracelet, Song Ziyu began his second time travel. As soon as the light flashed, Song Ziyu stood in front of a group of old houses.
This is the old site of the Nandu Archives in 2038, and it is still an ordinary residential building. In 2038, Yuxia Kingdom has experienced ten years of economic transformation.
Real estate is restricted to a high point, and demolition is no longer allowed in the old city according to policy, so the place has retained its old light and shadow for many years.
This is the old street of Nandu... Looking at the familiar streets, Song Ziyu couldn't help but burst into tears.
Youdao is helpless, the flowers fall away, and the swallows come back as if they have been seen before. Song Ziyu walked on the familiar yet unfamiliar streets of the old days, walking towards Nandu University step by step.
Snow suddenly fell in the sky. On the street, a large group of athletes wearing sportswear with number tags hanging on their chests were running along the street into the distance. A marathon race through the city was in full swing.
Surrounded by pedestrians taking photos and bustling crowds, everything is full of humanistic care.
So familiar! It's all too familiar! This is where I grew up. ...The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
Song Ziyu wrapped Mao Lai's windbreaker tightly and walked towards Nandu University. However! Song Ziyu has forgotten.
In my own year 2038, there is no snow in Nandu. For the city of Nandu, it may not be possible to see heavy snowfall several times in a hundred years.
Crossing the familiar streets, walking along the familiar old alleys in the south of the city, turning back to Xueshifu Street, the gate of Nandu University can be seen in the distance.
Seeing the magnificent marble school gate, Song Ziyu's mood reached a high point again. Walking slowly towards Nandu University.
At the school gate, a security guard in navy blue was dancing and doing exercises in the snow, just like before. Walking to the school's commuter entrance, Song Ziyu touched herself.
The old student ID cards have long been lost. Song Ziyu reported his student registration number and class to the security guard, and then walked into the school.
The security captain holding a piece of "Jin Ping Mei" hummed and said: "Classmate, your student registration number is wrong, let me check the directory." It was better not to check. After checking, the security guard scratched his head and said: "Classmate, there is no one like you in the history department." Song Ziyu was stunned when he heard this, and it was really incredible.
But this does not prevent Song Ziyu from entering the school. Today, Song Ziyu is far from ordinary. He bypassed the security guards and came to the college wall, then jumped directly and flew directly into the campus.
There was a little bit of an episode in this jump. When I landed, two students were exchanging foreign languages, and Song Ziyu disturbed their mood.
Song Ziyu smiled faintly and said to the disheveled elementary school girl: "The snow is too heavy, be careful of catching a cold." Then, Song Ziyu rushed towards his class.
Song Ziyu saw the basketball court he passed on the road
"acquaintance". Guo Wei, a big man holding a basketball, walked past him. Bai Yanyan, who was holding a towel and soda, was chasing after Guo Wei with small steps.
"Brother, wait for me, brother, there is snow on your head." Bai Yanyan, whose face was red with cold, was full of Guo Wei. That kind of like and love, that kind of adoration and fulfillment cannot be performed by an actor. .
...Song Ziyu passed by the two of them, and Bai Yanyan didn't even look at her the whole time. Song Ziyu was certain.
Since this world, I and Bai Yanyan have not known each other. Putting away her slightly complicated mood, Song Ziyu walked into the Bowang Building of the dormitory.
In the same dormitory, there are several completely unfamiliar faces living. This made Song Ziyu very puzzled. After asking, Song Ziyu found out.
There is no such thing as Jiang Zhe or Liu Kun here, and Lu Fang is not a student in the history department, but a big boss in the philosophy department next door.
Has history changed? Song Ziyu was slightly surprised to have such a guess. With a feeling of anxiety, Song Ziyu found his former friend Lu Fang. This guy still had five thousand yuan left to repay. If he didn't pursue the debt, it would be okay to reminisce about the past, right?
However, fate taught me a lesson again.
"Who are you, classmate? Do we know each other?" Lu Fang looked at himself and asked this question.
"Sorry, maybe I got the wrong person." Song Ziyu left the dormitory in confusion, but still didn't give up, so he sneaked into the school archives management room while the school officials were not paying attention, then opened the school archives and began to search for his name.
Sure enough... the self in this world did not get admitted to Nanjing University. After leaving school, Song Ziyu squatted in the wind and snow and smoked a cigarette.
Then Song Ziyu stood up, hailed a taxi and went straight to Mu County. Song Ziyu wanted to confirm one thing.
On Yuanta Street in Mu County, Song Ziyu returned to the Tongzilou where he grew up. Seeing the Tongzi Tower as remembered, Song Ziyu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Walking towards his home, Song Ziyu felt that his feet were shaking. Once across planes and time, my legs could stand firmly, but now on the way home, my feet were weak.
This...is really...hard to describe. It was already getting late, and as soon as Song Ziyu went upstairs, he met a woman cooking in the aisle with a cigarette in her mouth.
This woman is fat and has big ears. Isn’t she my mother’s former friend Aunt Chen? Song Ziyu was stunned for a moment, and then walked past the woman. The woman looked at him curiously, but there was an expression of complete ignorance on her face.
Song Ziyu came to the door of his home and knocked on the door cautiously. The door to the room opened, and a man with a beard all over his face stared at him with unkind eyes: "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Song Ziyu was stunned: "Why are you at my house?" The man was stunned and called to the neighbor: "Look, whose relative is this? Did he go to the wrong door?" Countless pairs of eyes looked up and down the tower, making Song Ziyu's scalp numb.
