Song Beiyun

A graduate student of the history department stood in front of Song Beiyun's tomb on the back mountain of the campus and looked up and down. Then he put a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes on the stand of Song Beiyun's statue, and clasped his hands together: "Bless the student's project to pass..."

Standing behind him is a middle-aged man with a cane, who is his mentor.He called him Lao Zhao because this mentor has a peaceful personality and can always get along with young people.

After hearing what he said, Lao Zhao laughed: "What did you say? Say it again."

"I said that Song Beiyun is such a powerful person, how could he leave such a little thing behind after his death?"

Different from the tombs of princes and generals, Song Beiyun's tomb is on the campus of Northwest Associated University. There is a statue and a tomb. After that, students from the history department of the school will come to repair and maintain it every year during the graduation season, so his tomb is preserved every year. Get up like new.

But unlike those large tombs discovered in history, it has no underground palace, no luxurious decoration, and no cemetery. It is just a small tomb of ten square meters square. A big event, a photo album, which is full of family and friends and some key historical figures at that time, as well as a bowl of preserved meat, a bowl of steamed salted fish, a bowl of roasted lamb leg, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and a bag Potatoes, a bag of corn, a bag of peppers.

The rest are nothing, simply making people think that his tomb has been stolen.

"You think about it carefully before you speak, otherwise you will definitely fail the subject." Lao Zhao said half-jokingly.

The student slapped his head: "Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong. He and Confucius are the only two canonized saints in the world, and there is not a little thing left."

He was reminded by Lao Zhao that he realized that he had said the wrong thing, because what Song Beiyun left behind cannot be measured by wealth. Just opening up the subject of science is enough for him to shine for thousands of years, let alone He firmly defended the idea of ​​China's great unification.

As a student of the history department, he clearly knew that according to the historical records left in those years, the period when Song Beiyun appeared was the weakest period of the Song Dynasty, and at the same time there were Liao Kingdom and Jin Kingdom.

According to the law of historical development, in the end, Song, Jin and Liao will tear each other until the mountains and rivers are broken, and at this time, the northern nomads will definitely take advantage of the gap and tear the whole world apart.

Although the development trajectory of human beings is bound to be similar, without Song Beiyun, there will be someone else to enlighten science, but that person may not necessarily be Chinese, and China may not have a good development in the future, so the current world pattern may be It's completely different.

Therefore, the old man on the statue is divided by Song Beiyun in history. The ten years before Song Beiyun came to power in the new calendar was called ancient times, and after his death it was called modern times.

"Old Zhao, didn't you realize that you look very similar to Zhao Xing in Mr. Song's photo album? And your surname is also Zhao."

"Didn't you realize that you look a lot like Song Beiyun?"

"Hahahahaha... like, I think so too, especially when he was young, I was almost like him. If it wasn't for my surname Cao, I would have thought I was a descendant of his Song family. "

Old Zhao snorted: "All the handsome guys in the world look alike. Zhao Xing and I are both handsome guys, so it's normal to look alike."

"You are a master at talking nonsense, and you are really amazing as a teacher."

After speaking, he took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one and put it in front of Song Beiyun's statue, then turned to Lao Zhao and said, "Let's go, don't you say that you are going to come to the new junior sister today, show me to have a look."

"Don't worry, I made an appointment here with her. She should be here soon." Lao Zhao glanced at his watch: "I'm not talking about you, she is a soft girl, don't be like a hungry wolf when you come later .”

"I'm a good-looking person, look at my eyes." He walked up to Lao Zhao with his eyes open: "How sincere."

"Oh, let's go." Lao Zhang pushed his head away.

And at this moment, Lao Zhao tapped his bracelet and started talking: "Okay, we'll wait for you here."

After hanging up the phone, he looked back and said, "He's here, be serious."

Not long after, a short-haired girl came from the path. She was fair-skinned and small, and she already looked radiant with just a little lip balm.

"Wow...the beauty is here!"

Old Zhao rolled his eyes, and the girl stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhao..."

"Let me introduce, this is your senior brother. In the future, if you don't understand the subject, just ask him." Old Zhao pointed at the kid: "You talk, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Have I met you somewhere? It feels so familiar." The little beauty tilted her head for a while, then suddenly reacted, stretched out her hand and smiled: "Hi brother, my name is Yu Peipei, you can be like the teacher Call me little fish."

"Donkey Cao!" Old Zhao called out, "Why are you holding onto someone's hand?"

"It's Cao Lu..." Cao Lu raised his head and looked at Lao Zhao: "It's strange... I also think she is very familiar. It seems that I saw a hallucination just now."

But he was just surprised, but the little beauty on the opposite side had already frowned: "What did you see? I saw... a carriage?"

"Yes, yes, carriage!"

Old Zhao shook his head and snapped his fingers: "Let's go, invite you to dinner, stop talking nonsense, your routine was not popular 200 years ago."

After speaking, he turned his head and took a deep look at the statue of Song Beiyun, then turned and left.

postscript

"Have I seen you?"

Song Beiyun found himself in a strange place. Although his memory was blurred, he still felt vaguely about the scene in front of him.

It's like... like... oh, yes, yes, the thinking space in sci-fi movies is just an endless white.

His last memory stays in the snowy city of Nanjing, and the person who accompanied him last was also the person who accompanied him at first.

He probably realized that he was dead. After all, how could someone as smart as him not even think of this.

Almost, damn it. 95 years old, number ninety-five, good luck.

But now, it seemed that he had come to a strange place. There was a woman standing in front of him. She looked familiar but couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

He looked at his hands, and found that the skin was tight, about the tenderness of eighteen or nineteen years old, and his body was no longer heavy, just like it was many, many, many years ago.

"Theoretically, we have never met, but maybe you have seen me." The woman circled him twice with her hands behind her back: "I appeared in your dreams many years ago, and I told you to live. "

"what?"

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "I have no impression at all."

"Then you should always remember that you are a time traveler?"

"I still remember this, but it's also very vague. After all, it was many years ago."

The woman pointed, and a chair appeared beside her. She motioned for Song Beiyun to sit down, and she also sat down, and there was an extra chair under her buttocks.

"thank you."

"Thank me?" Song Beiyun looked confused: "Why thank me?"

"I'm a staff member of the Pantheon, or how to explain it, I'm probably the high-dimensional creature you're talking about. I came to see you in this form basically just to let you understand me better. The woman pursed her lips: "My job is to debug and test in infinitely many worlds. Thank you, because you let me beat my colleagues."

Song Beiyun's mind was still confused, he looked at the person in front of him curiously and said, "That is to say, you led my time travel?"

"Yeah, it's also a kind of luck for you, right, at least you have experienced a completely different life."

"The content of your bet with your colleagues is that you choose a time traveler at random and see who chooses to live the longest?"

The woman giggled: "Of course not, it's not that simple. The content of our gamble is to randomly place a certain number of traversers at a historical node, and then see if we can change history."

"That's not nonsense, it will definitely change."

"Not necessarily. The world will have its own exclusivity and error correction, and many times the history we see is the history after being corrected. This explanation is more complicated. Let me tell you in a simpler way." The woman beat With a snap of his fingers, Song Beiyun found that the surrounding scenery suddenly turned into an endless universe: "A universe is almost infinite, and a universe represents a world. Each world is independent but affects each other. If only one universe is modified The process will be disturbed by other similar universes, and the world will be corrected to the original track as much as possible. For example, if there is Wang Mang, a meteorite will hit him. The key point is not the meteorite or Wang Mang, but the deflection of the historical trajectory.”

"Stop." Song Beiyun made a stop gesture: "In other words, I am dead, right?"

"Yes, hahahaha..." The woman laughed again, she seemed to love to laugh: "I chose the best way to die for you."

"Thank you." Song Beiyun smiled disdainfully: "Where's that bastard Zhao Xing? Is he dead?"

The woman snapped her fingers, and then pointed behind Song Beiyun. He was shocked to find that Zhao Xing was wearing neat clothes and glasses, laying flowers on Song Beiyun's grave, pouring wine and smoking his mother.

"Why is he still so young!"

"The elixir of life is real."

"Fuck!!!" Song Beiyun stood up excitedly, and then slapped himself: "It's a loss! It's a loss! Let this bastard dance on my grave."

"Don't get excited." The woman said with a smile: "I thank you for helping me win the game, so I can grant you two wishes, one is to choose another world to live again with the memory and the reward I gave you, and the other It is no longer resurrected, but to enter a utopia you want, where you have everything you want, and you are God there. But there are also good and bad, once you choose, you can’t choose again.”

Song Beiyun lowered his eyebrows, and he pondered for a long time: "I am enough, I don't want to live again, I want to go to the Utopia of my dreams."

"Okay!" The woman snapped her fingers: "You can go, then we will meet again by fate."

Song Beiyun got up, turned around, saw a door there, took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

But halfway through, he paused and looked back at the woman: "You are definitely the world I want to see the most."

"A world of idealism, where everything exists in your wish."

Song Beiyun took another deep breath, turned the doorknob, and walked into the seemingly endless darkness.

After a short period of darkness, his eyes gradually brightened up, and he found himself standing in front of the gate of a large courtyard, which was his home, in Chang'an, a familiar gate, a familiar stone lion.

"Hey, it's so mysterious, but it's just to let me live again."

He pouted, pushed the door open and entered.

And the moment he opened the door, he saw an unbelievable person. His father and mother from the previous life were chatting in the yard. After seeing him, his mother took out a red envelope from her pocket: "In two years, you will have no red envelopes, so it's up to you to give us red envelopes."

At this time, the sound of firecrackers outside the door sounded, Song Beiyun took the red envelope in a daze, and his father came over and patted his head: "Go in, your mother and I will go in later, everyone is waiting for you."

"Everyone?"

Song Beiyun walked into the porch almost numbly and opened the curtain.The first time I saw Zuo Rou who passed away at the age of 75, she was now eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a suspender skirt lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, when she heard something, she raised her head and glanced at Song Beiyun: "I'm hungry... When will we have dinner?"

Song Beiyun's hands began to tremble. He gritted his teeth and didn't speak. He just continued to walk a few steps inside. He happened to bump into Aunt Hong who came out with food. Aunt Hong slapped him on the forehead: "How big is he?" I'm still rash, I'll have dinner later, today my aunt made you your favorite steamed bacon with bamboo shoots."

Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he looked along the door curtain and saw Zhao and Yusheng squatting in front of a TV playing games. Zhao Xing was cursing and seemed to have lost miserably. Judging from Cai's fun-loving personality, it is estimated that Brother Yusheng is tired of him.

And beside them was Yan Shu who was sitting there pointing the country. Yan Shu had a serious face, full of confidence as a top expert.

When the three of them saw Song Beiyun at the door, Zhao Xing first yelled: "Wait a minute, I'll let you play when I win. I don't even believe it!"

Song Beiyun replied softly: "No rush..."

As he said that, he continued to explore inside, and what he saw again was that Qiaoqiao was drawing a picture, and her model was a Fo Baonu holding a water tank. Fo Baonu seemed impatient after sitting for a long time. When Song Beiyun came over, he yelled: "Where did you die? You didn't answer the phone calls or text messages!"

"I...forgot to bring it."

"Don't move, don't move, sit still." Qiaoqiao took out 150 yuan from her pocket and handed it to Song Beiyun: "Mom asked me to buy some beef and make dumplings at night. You can buy it for me later."

Song Beiyun took the money, looked down, and put it into his pocket: "Okay..."

"By the way, Zhao Ling has something to do with you, she's waiting for you inside."

"understood."

Passing through the long corridor, she saw Jin Ling'er sitting in the room frowning. When she heard something, she raised her head to look at Song Beiyun, and immediately felt wronged: "I'm pregnant...what should I do? It's all my fault." You! Let you take good measures, I am only in the third year of high school, let my parents know, and they must beat me to death."

Song Beiyun was at a loss for words for a moment, but when he was about to speak, Biluo dragged him out of the door. There was a huge firework in the middle of the backyard. Biluo was holding a lighter in his hand, and Xiaoyu and Qiaoyun, who looked like girls, were standing there At a loss, seeing him coming was like seeing a savior.

Just as Song Beiyun took the lighter and was going to light it, he was suddenly bumped from behind. When he looked back, he found the same bewildered words.

"Fuck..." Miao Yan scolded, and reached out to pinch Song Beiyun's face: "What the hell is this place? I just... saw my mother, and it's useless to tell you... You are just my imagination people, alas..."

"No." Song Beiyun laughed suddenly: "We seem to have entered a time and space where there is chaos."

Miao Yan was stunned for a long time, then took a step back, dragged Song Beiyun to a quiet place under the astonished eyes of the girls behind him: "Song Beiyun? A real person?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded, and then explained how he got here with gestures: "What about you? You weren't selected?"

"I didn't, I just remember... I died. I was 65 years old, quite early. You were with me at the time, and you were here when you woke up." Miao Yan looked Song Beiyun up and down: "How long have you lived?" ?”

"95...hahahahaha, I didn't expect that!"

"You are so unfair! Why are you 95 and I am 65, you can choose but I can't!"

Song Beiyun suddenly hugged Miaoyan: "I feel very good..."

Miao Yan also gradually relaxed her body: "Do you want to live here for the rest of your life?"

"Hmm..." Song Beiyun thought for a while but didn't answer directly: "Isn't it good?"

"Let me tell you, I don't want to grow old anymore."

(End of the book)