The universe is so deep and vast that it’s frightening.

Guzhou is like a lonely boat wandering in the starry sky, floating in nothingness for a long time, falling into a deep sleep, unaware of the eternity.

This time, Guzhou slept for a long time and even fell into sleep for the first time in a long time.

During the time that it took far more than one hundred thousand years to become a dead soul in the universe, the memory and knowledge of the home planet were continuously compressed by the massive and complex information. One hundred years is too insignificant in the face of the length of one hundred thousand years.

As a result, the wives, children, parents, brothers, friends and relatives that I once cherished gradually lost their color and turned into black and white silent films, no longer weighty.

After all, we can only get along for a hundred years.

But this time the tracing of the origin of genes and the isolation of autism made him continue to search for the past and the starting point, follow the long memory across the eternity, and see his former self again.

Young, energetic, and handsome.

Smart and knowledgeable, persevering and humble.

It is precisely because of this that he was recognized by his tutor to publish a paper, and was chosen by his wife to inherit his father-in-law's family business. He crossed the class gap from a country boy to a prosperous young scholar and a representative of promising and wealthy young entrepreneurs. He has performed in various fields.

Talking loudly at the event...

Many, many memories that should have been forgotten are accumulating in my heart.

This memory is so profound that even when I was two years old, I was sitting in a firewood basket following my father up the mountain to cut firewood. I saw clearly the mole on the buttocks of a big black mosquito with a fat head and big ears that fell on a leaf in the bamboo forest.
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In the bright sun, a tanned boy was chopping firewood in the shadow of an old wall. The piles of firewood behind him looked like a hill. The calluses on his hands were scorched yellow. The water stains on the soles of his feet were dry and wet, and the rough clothes were floating.

Create a layer of white dots.

These days seem to have no end.

When I was ten years old, in a flat house with a crackling roof and leaky roof, the frequently changing support teacher was reciting Meng Haoran's ancient poems, with a skinny figure lurking behind, reading poems and flipping through high school mathematics.

In the city university library, he was a hard-working student who walked cautiously, arranging the bookshelves with his rough hands. He caught a glimpse of an energetic female college student running down the stairs outside the window, her twin ponytails shining golden in the sun, and her laughter like a silver bell.

My heart rose and fell violently, and then I lowered my head silently.

In the laboratory late at night, he raised his head.

The bright moon climbed very high and the light was very bright. The master's brother was running experiments with instruments and watching TV dramas with earphones in his left ear. However, the senior sister thoughtfully brought a bowl of instant noodles to Guzhou. It was steaming and filled his stomach.

Cuckoo sound.

It turns out that I haven’t eaten yet.

The first half of his life was extremely difficult.

Guzhou in the dream chews silently and murmurs with nostalgia.

"Is that me..."

"Why do you think of these..."

He was at a loss for words, but felt that this was important.

It is more important than tracing the origin of genes. It is more important than other memories in the ages. It is ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times heavier. Even if the time is extended to one million or ten million years, it will not be as good as this hundred years.

Time is profound.

"Where do I come from?"

"Where to go?"

The answer may not be important.

Only those who have experienced it are worth cherishing.

Guzhou overlooks the eternity, re-experiences the past in a big dream, reincarnation again and again, and regains those lost touches.

"Perhaps, the first beings on the mother planet also firmly believed in the ancestors who created civilization, but in the end they forgot like me."

"Even if it is engraved in the genes, it will be overwhelmed by more genes!"

Just like many people write their mottos on the cover of a book, the first thing they do when taking out a book is to lift the cover.

Guzhou weaves a long dream, and the world is created in the dream.

He experienced it again and again, and re-experienced those touches again and again.

I don’t know when I will wake up.

For some reason, he was vaguely worried. He always felt that something would happen on that planet. The dream was so beautiful, just like a person who is immersed in sweet dreams in the morning and presses the alarm clock again and again, letting me sleep for a while, just for a while.
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Five hundred years have passed.

A thousand years have passed.

"The ancient ancestor has ignored me for more than two thousand years!"

In the realm of darkness, Huang Zu sat on the stars in lament, feeling very cold and out of breath. His four flagella were hanging softly, and he was as rickety and skinny as the cells of an eighty-year-old man. His cell membranes drooped to the ground like old skin hanging down, and he had hundreds of fangs.

My mouth couldn't help but sob.

Chi Tianzi was several heads shorter, only eighteen micrometers tall. His red hair was bald in the center, leaving only half a circle around him. He had his hands behind his back, like a middle-aged man who had gone through vicissitudes of life. He suddenly lost all his dignity and jumped high.

, densely packed mouths opening and closing.

"Father! Look, look! What is that!"

"Shut up! Nothing is more important than worshiping our ancestors!"

"Father, it is the light! The dawn breaks through the darkness!"

He filially took the Fusang crutch from Huang Zu's hand and raised it high: "By holding the Fusang tree, you can see the light!"

Although Chi Tianzi has not practiced the Holy Law of Dinxia and cannot create the Pure Yang Dao Fruit, he can sense the presence or absence of light with the help of the Fuso Wood. Through the Fuso Wood, he feels that the edge of darkness is like ink and water.

The boundary presents 'turbid clarity'.

"What!"

"Guzu! Have we finally passed your test?"

Huang Zu was so excited that the carp stood up, jumped up, and took back the fusang tree. Sure enough, he felt the faint light shining through the darkness, causing the hibiscus tree to emerge slightly from the water...

The two hurriedly lay down near the hibiscus tree and feasted.

Fusang wood is a branch cut from the Fusang sacred tree. When exposed to light, it can undergo a photosynthetic light reaction to produce ATP, which is the three-life magic medicine!

"Crunch!"

The two of them rushed into the radish field like beggars, holding one with a flagellum and eating like crazy.

Their bellies swelled quickly, but there was no clear spiritual energy or divine objects in the dark world. In an instant, the two of them were dyed pitch black.

But they were too hungry and sleepy to care about anything.

After eating until the sun was high, the cell membrane was about to burst, and the diameter reached an astonishing thirty micrometers. Hundreds of mouths could not be opened and closed. The two people, who had been hungry for a hundred years, lay on the stars and slept for three days and three nights until they were about to completely turn black.

Just woke up.

"All things...return!"

Magical power retrograde!

The ancestors of the two major cells washed away all the dark matter and returned to their peak state.

Chi Tianzi opened and closed his mouth and laughed, touching the red cilia that had grown back on his head, rolling and dancing.

He, the Emperor of Yama! Lives a second spring!

Bang!

Huang Zu even ejected and took off, rushing out of the edge of darkness in an instant. He knelt down on the ground and looked up at the sky.

"It's not about how hard we work!"

"It's not about how determined we are!"

"It's just that we passed the test of the great ancestor!"

"O great and benevolent ancestor, your grandson, Huang, offers my most sincere greetings!"

Chi Tianzi rushed out and was immediately knocked down. He knelt down passively and worshiped the ancient ancestor. The more he learned, the more he felt that the ancient ancestor might really exist.

Junfu can imagine an ancient ancestor, but it is impossible to imagine all kinds of unbreakable roads.

He raised his head to speak, but felt blinding and overwhelming.

Huang Zu sat cross-legged at the junction of darkness and light, with layers of ripples blooming all over his body, black and gold intertwined, slowly circling, like a Tai Chi square.
Chapter completed!