United States.

Cambridge, Boston metropolitan area, Massachusetts.

Here is a famous Ivy League member, Harvard University.

The bitter west wind whistled outside the window, and the old oak trees outside the dormitory had shed their green leaves. On the lawn at the door of the dormitory, the morning grass, which was shade-resistant and cold-resistant, and tall fescue were covered with a layer of white thin snow.

The setting sun in the evening sun is setting, and a trace of temperature is seeped into the window glass, but this only temperature cannot bring warmth to the house.

In the dormitory of four, there was only a slightly chaotic breathing sound. The bed in the small compartment and the thick quilt were curled up with a slightly trembling body.

The man's face was a little distorted, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing, and cold sweats were even more intense.

Suddenly he felt a strong disgust, and he struggled to build up his heavy body, and stumbled to the bathroom of the dormitory.

"Uh...uhhh..."

After a burst of vomiting, there was a sound of flushing water and a heavy and messy breathing sound.

After vomiting, he washed his face with the biting cold tap water, and then he woke up a little and looked at himself in the mirror.

The stubble that appeared slightly, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his face was bloodless, and his face looked weak.

He picked up the cup beside him, put a cup of tap water, rinsed his mouth several times, and rinsed his hands twice on the washbasin to relieve his slight obsession with cleanliness.

It seemed that after vomiting, although his face was not bloody at all, his breathing became much smoother. When he returned to the quilt, he felt dizzy and a supernova, an explosion of supernova seemed to be stuffed into his brain.

The desk lamp on the bedside table, bright yellow light, emanates from the tungsten wire of the light bulb.

Under the light, a glass of water, a bottle of plastic-packaged medicines, the English name of the medicine "OxyContin" is printed on the bottle label, and a prescription paper is also placed under the bottle.

There is also a small photo frame under the slanted light, with an old photo inlaid inside. It is a group photo of a family of three. Among them, the children, the young man curled up in the brows and the bed, came out like a mold.

Exhausted by the medicine and illness, he fell into a deep sleep. However, from his sword eyebrows that twitched from time to time, he could see the pain and did not leave his body.

The afterglow of the sunset outside the window sank into the horizon. The cold wind blowing from the five major lakes was mixed with water vapor. I don’t know whether it was nightfall or dark clouds covering the top, but in short, the sky was covered with ink.

The campus looks empty, with only some streamers and paper confetti after Christmas carnival, waiting for the new school year to arrive.

In this red brick building of the last century, those international students who did not return to their hometowns became the absolute majority of the campus.

It was late at night and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

In the quiet and deserted dormitory, the curled body turned paler, and he seemed to be enduring a strong discomfort.

At this moment, the messy memories surged wildly in his mind.

who I am?

Where am I?

Tossing and turning on the bed for the middle of the night, he was half asleep and half awake. He wanted to wake up, but lost in the messy memory. He struggled desperately like a drowning person.

Until around six o'clock in the morning, he was sitting up in a sit-up in the quilt that was soaked by sweat.

"Huang Xiuyuan...my name is Huang Xiuyuan." He murmured to himself, but his eyes seemed empty. The memories in his brain gave birth to an illusion that seemed like a dream.

He subconsciously glanced at the surrounding environment. Huang Xiuyuan was very familiar with the furnishings here, and it could be said that he could remember them vividly.

The slightly empty gaze stayed on the slanted small photo frame, and suddenly he went crazy, trembling with his hands, and pulled open the uppermost drawer of the bedside table.

In the drawer, a black mobile phone, a small screen and old buttons lie quietly. This is a Nokia N73.

I hurriedly turned on my phone, and the small screen emitted a grass-green light, which clearly showed on it:

Date 2008/01/20

Huang Xiuyuan's eyes were both excited and scared, and his trembling hands, the knuckles that were pinching the phone were obviously white.

Licking his dry lips, his hands seemed to be afraid of something and longing for something.

Press your finger on the phone button, 01186-18371361888, and then press the dial button, and a ringtone comes from the phone.

"Dudu...hello, Xiaoyuan?"

A voice of a middle-aged man with a strong aura came from the opposite side. How familiar and strange the sound was.

"Hey? Can you hear it? This garbage signal..."

Huang Xiuyuan, who was forgot about it, then reacted and hurriedly replied: "Dad, I heard it."

"Why are you out of breath?"

“I caught a cold yesterday.”

"Is it serious? Is the money enough?"

It stimulated the softness deep in his heart, almost burst into tears, and hurriedly calmed down his mood and continued:

"Dad, I just have a cold. I will get better in a few days. Let me talk about the things at home."

"Don't worry about the affairs at home, read with peace of mind."

"By the way, my mother said she wanted to go back to Maoxian more than half a month ago. Have you been there?" Huang Xiuyuan asked suddenly.

"Just just went the day before yesterday, your grandmother was sick, and your mother was worried."

"What? Grandma is sick? What's the disease?"

"..." My father was silent for a moment before telling the specific situation: "I was in a coma in the cerebral infarction and was observing in the ICU. I will have to go there in a few days."

As expected, Huang Xiuyuan's eyes flashed, and his brain turned sharply. After a while, he thought of a solution: "Dad, the medical level of the small hospital in Maoxian is average. If grandma's condition stabilizes, I suggest going to the West China Hospital in Rongcheng."

"I'll be there in a few days and see if the situation is going on!" My father's tone was mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"Dad, don't worry about him, he will definitely not agree to go to Rongcheng. At worst, our family will pay for the money. Anyway, I'm about to graduate, and the family can still be redirected." Huang Xiuyuan said firmly.

"Okay! This may give you less money to start a business."

"You can make money and other things without money. Dad, please go to Shu Province with confidence!"

After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiuyuan clenched his fists. If the situation in his memory was not wrong, he must stop his parents from staying in Maoxian.

In the unchanged future, his mother will stay in Maoxian for a long time because she has to take care of her grandmother until May 12th.

It just so happened that my father was also visiting his grandmother in the hospital that day.

When he hurried back from the United States, everything was too late. This incident became Huang Xiuyuan's lifelong regret.

Now there are nearly four months left before the day of 512, and he can do a lot of things.

Scenes in his memory, like slides, flashed through his mind.

These huge memories have caused Huang Xiuyuan to be extremely mentally instability. The side effects of super memory, coupled with these huge memories, have caused inattention, mental anxiety and mild depression.

The effects of super memory are not only the benefits of not only being remembered, but also the mental problems that are difficult to suppress.

Because all the memories of patients with super memory will not be forgotten in their lives, these memories are very messy and difficult to classify, which will seriously affect their thinking ability.
Chapter completed!