Chapter 398: Chapter 52: The Soul’s Questioning_2 Chapter 398: Chapter 52: The Soul’s Questioning_2 “I’ve never met Zhao Yingjun, didn’t experience anything about a ‘City in the Sky,’ never played the game of picking up paper scraps with her, and never picked garbage in front of her statue for centuries.
So even if you keep talking to me about this woman, I feel nothing, in short…
I’ll stick to betting on Chu Anqing!”
Lin Xian let out a breath from his nose.
There was an indescribable feeling.
No wonder Professor Xu Yun would rather die in this era, never seeing his daughter wake up in his lifetime, than sleep in the Hibernation Pod and forget with Xu Yiyi.
No wonder Zhao Yingjun in the Third Dreamland would rather wake up every ten years, stabilize her memories for a half year and then hibernate again, preferring to overload and damage her body and mind rather than lose her past memories.
This was the weight of memory, as well as the significance of memories.
Lin Xian previously felt indifferent and even thought that such memories were trivial matters.
He even suggested that writing a diary or recording a video to capture them would suffice, right?
But now he understood.
Memory wasn’t just a simple recollection.
It was also an emotion,
a story etched deep in the heart.
A diary couldn’t capture the epic journey of a lifetime, nor could it contain all the complexities of human emotions and desires.
[To forget is such a heavy, irreversible matter.]
Just like the current super artificial intelligence VV.
Even if you told it a thousand times the story of the Third Dreamland’s Rhine Sky City, what use would it be?
It still felt no resonance.
It didn’t remember Rhine Sky City, it didn’t remember Zhao Yingjun.
The once creator, Zhao Yingjun, in the heart of the current VV, was just like an ordinary character in a storybook, flat and insipid.
“You just forgot her, that’s all.”
Lin Xian still tried to salvage the situation:
“When I have a chance, I’ll take you to meet Zhao Yingjun, and let you meet that Pomeranian too, so you can pay homage to your ancestors.”
VV once again assaulted Lin Xian’s eardrums with a heavy bass.
Chu Anqing leapt down from the white stone steps, dusting off her hands:
“Hehe, that was so satisfying~ Thank you, Senior Lin Xian, for bringing me to such a meaningful place and telling me so much about New York, about Manhattan, about the center of the world.”
“I actually only have that little ink in my belly.”
“I can only strut in front of you.”
The moon was right above.
“It’s getting late, let’s go back and rest.” Lin Xian lowered his head to look at Chu Anqing, who was gazing up at him:
“You must be tired from all the running around.”
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Senior Lin Xian.”
“Definitely not in the morning.” Lin Xian said:
“I’m going to sleep in till noon.”
“Then see you at noon!”
strictly speaking, that won’t work either.”
Lin Xian smiled helplessly.
He planned to sleep until he naturally woke up, which meant getting up after the white light in his dreams descended, and he definitely wouldn’t make it by noon.
Chu Anqing’s eyes twinkled mischievously, she stood up straight, waved her hand, and said with a smile:
“Since I won’t see you tomorrow, let me wish you a good morning, good afternoon…”
The smile froze on Lin Xian’s face.
Time and memories intertwined.
He seemed to see CC’s figure overlapping with Chu Anqing’s in front of him…
The two of them looked exactly alike.
Superimposed, they were indistinguishable.
Even the words were the same.
It was a line from “The Truman Show,” and also what he said to CC during one of his farewells outside the landfill in the Second Dreamland.
It was as if 600 years of sea changes were conveyed in that good night.
Could it be that after saying good night to CC…
he really would never see her again?
In the entire Third Dreamland, there was no trace of CC; in the Fourth Dreamland, he didn’t even have the freedom to take an extra step, let alone go looking for CC.
Could they meet again?
He still hadn’t found the answer as to why CC and Chu Anqing looked the same.
He still hadn’t guessed the combination to the Hafnium Alloy Safe.
He still hadn’t figured out the relationship between the bearded man VV and himself.
If only he could see CC again.
Perhaps her mind still held memories of the two of them sneaking into a garbage truck and venturing into New Donghai City together in the Second Dreamland.
If that were the case…
The next reunion, after so long a separation, could skip the introductions.
Because CC’s mind would already be filled with many memories about him, and upon meeting, they would already be acquaintances, they would already be friends.
Just like Chu Anqing before him, CC would be a bit colder, but her eyes would still be smiling at him:
“Lin Xian, long time no see.”
Lin Xian snapped back to reality.
He nodded at Chu Anqing under the moonlight, looking exactly the same:
Returning to the hotel suite, Lin Xian prepared to go to sleep.
In New York at this time, it was roughly one in the afternoon in China, an ideal time for a nap and the earliest time he could enter the dreamland.
“Actually, this is also an important clue.
Why is it that no matter which time zone I am in, my dream-entry and dream-exit times are always based on China’s timing?”
Lin Xian asked himself.
since I don’t know the specifics of your dreamscape, I can’t answer precisely.
But thinking in terms of regular internet logic, it’s highly likely because your ‘Dreamland Server’ is located in China, so it operates on local time.”