Chapter 888
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Wei.”
Lin Xian asked curiously,
“I see you are of such an age and still in good health.
Why did your wife pass away so early?
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Did she have any health issues?”
“She didn’t have any major health problems, just a bit frail.”
Grandpa Wei Shengjin answered,
“Indeed, her passing was premature, but at this age on Mars, it’s considered normal.
If possible, I really wish I could have shared my health and lifespan with her…
Otherwise, what’s the point of me living so long after she’s gone?”
…
At this point,
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Lin Xian finally understood how Liu Shiyu managed to preserve her memories to chase her husband on Mars.No wonder she died so early.
[She too preserved her memories by waking up from the hibernation pod every ten years for half a year…]
It was by relying on this brutal intermittent hibernation method that she never forgot anything about Wei Shengjin.
When you think about it, it makes sense.
Just like Xu Yun was unwilling to forget Xu Yiyi, the purpose of Liu Shiyu chasing her husband to Mars was so that she could see Wei Shengjin again.
So…
How could she bear to forget that light of life, forget that segment of memory?
Lin Xian roughly calculated in his head.
Grandpa Wei Shengjin’s hibernation time was probably less than 200 years.
For Liu Shiyu to retain her memories to meet Wei Shengjin, she needed to wake up 20 times to stabilize her memories, 20 times, each time stabilizing for half a year, which totals 10 years.
She was 27 years old when she met Wei Shengjin.
That means she must have started hibernating from the age of 17.
Their reunion on Mars…
Grandpa Wei Shengjin had been living on Mars for several years and had forgotten everything from the past.
But Liu Shiyu, intermittently over these 200 years, had witnessed the changes of an era, and finally, in her last awakening, she managed to stand before Wei Shengjin again at nearly the same age.
She could certainly tolerate everything about him,
certainly forgive all his faults.
Because…
She came for him.
Just as she said,
“When you stood up for me when I needed you most, I was willing to love and care for you all my life.”
Lin Xian couldn’t help feeling melancholic.
The story of Grandpa Wei Shengjin alone had been enough to shake him.
Unexpectedly,
behind ordinary human love, there lay such deep and great sacrifices.
Suddenly,
he remembered what Zhao Yingjun had said—
“But actually, from that moment…
I felt that whether the overpass could be flown over was no longer important; whether succeeding in flying or failing, since you were willing to risk your life to save me, how could I not risk this life…
to gamble with you?”
Leaping over the overpass.
To him, it also seemed a trivial matter.
But perhaps…
Was it because of this trivial matter,
that Zhao Yingjun, in some parallel universe, was willing to give up everything, sacrifice her life, and become Huang Que, to find him?
This was exactly like what Liu Shiyu did, wasn’t it?
“Lin Xian?”
CC, next to Lin Xian, noticed him suddenly zoning out:
“What’s wrong?”
Lin Xian turned his head and saw CC handing him the digital photo frame, having called his name several times without a response.
“It’s nothing.”
He took the photo frame and whispered softly.
…
After waking up,
he transcribed the “Miniature Nuclear Battery” manuscript he had memorized.
While copying, he found his pen was out of ink.
He shook it.
Tried to use it again.
Still no ink.
After searching many places at home, he couldn’t find any pen refills or other usable pens.
Upon reflection,
he realized he had been writing and copying stuff all this time but had never purchased pen refills, and he was also running low on drafting paper and notebooks.
“It looks like I can’t keep staying at home like a bat.”
Lin Xian hadn’t been out for a long time.
His hair had grown too, needing care.
Additionally, things like the refrigerator content, pens, red pens, drafting paper, notebooks, and other daily necessities all needed to be bought:
“Tomorrow…
ah no, today, I won’t dream; I’ll go to the office in the afternoon to work, and in the evening, I’ll have a walk around the shopping mall near the office to do some shopping.”
He yawned.
Lin Xian took out his phone and set an alarm for 12:00 PM.
He had to get up before 12:42 PM, otherwise, once he entered the dream, unless he committed suicide, he would have to endure until 00:42 to come out.
The feeling of suicide to exit a dream was still unpleasant; better to avoid experiencing that.
“Time to sleep.”
He turned over.
Closed his eyes.
And had no dreams.
…
At night, the bustling commercial street was crowded with people.
Today was May 20.
In every major supermarket and pedestrian street, everything was exceptionally lively.
Windows and billboards were adorned in red or pink fonts with various slogans about 520, Love You.
The air was filled with the scent of hormones.
“See that, Qiaoqiao?”
Zhao Yingjun, pointing to couples everywhere on the street, was giving her an observational lesson:
“This is what [dating] is.
See?”
“Look at them, men and women, paired up, holding hands, embracing, whispering to each other, this is real dating.”
Yan Qiaoqiao, holding a Pomeranian VV in a chokehold style, nodded with a seeming understanding:
“Then what Lin Xian and Liu Feng are doing isn’t far off, what’s the difference?”
“They are both men!”
Zhao Yingjun experienced the despair of those mothers driven mad by tutoring their children:
“Your way of thinking is indeed a bit progressive, and we do respect every love relationship, but commonly speaking, dating refers to a man and a woman.”