Zhang Zhenyuan looked at the unfamiliar and familiar person in front of him, suddenly speechless, as if it was because of the same person, even from a few words, he could feel the connection between them.
"I don't know how long I can hold on, so I plan to tell you all of this. Of course, it's your right to choose what to do in the end, but..." He lowered his eyes: "After forcibly merging with the system, I will be filled with huge unfamiliar memories every day. Those are data belonging to the system, but in our brains, they will become real memories, and all the huge memories will be suppressed... After a long time, I may not even know myself anymore."
Maybe one day even if he doesn't disappear, he might become a real system.
Every day, at some point, I will be drowned in the ocean of memory, forcibly accepting unfamiliar things, the brain will have a tingling feeling, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and the sharp pain is like rolling around on a bed of nails., the more clear the more painful.
He didn't know how long he could last.
Zhang Zhenyuan didn't know what he could say now. At the age of eighteen, he didn't know that the future would be so turbulent. He just faintly felt a call, as if everything was supposed to be like this.
...
On the third day, Lin Siwan didn't contact him, even though he said the weight of the system.
After confessing, Zhang Zhenyuan found that something more came out of his memory every day. Finally, he knew that this was the slow integration of him and himself seven years later. He was slowly knowing what the future would look like.
The clearer, the more he understood, the more he knew the truth of everything, the more painful it was for him.
He tried hard to break free from the supremacy of time, broke through the cage of pain, was crushed by his wings, and rushed towards Lin Siruan desperately, but he didn't even have a chance to explain properly.
Seven years later, he, or the system, has appeared less and less in recent days, and seems to be in some kind of predicament. Sometimes he wants to call his future self, but what answers him is just a string of intermittent, I can't hear what electronic sounds are talking about.
Can you give him a chance... He can feel that he is disappearing, like a battery that is about to run out of energy.
The day-to-day weakness of "myself" made Zhang Zhenyuan even more nervous, as if he was also infected by Lin Siwan. He stayed at home, did not answer all the announcements, and became silent.
Sometimes he had a dream in the middle of the night, and when he suddenly woke up, his mind would go blank for a moment.
I don't know if I'm eighteen or twenty-five when I wake up.
Who will save him?
Even if the hot search that Lin Siwan was "illegitimate" broke out later, everyone thought that Zhang Zhenyuan and Lin Siwan were really in love. Zhang Zhenyuan had become an idol and immoral artist in the eyes of many people. In fact, there are some resources. There is no need to push, and a lot has been lost these days.
Eighteen-year-old Zhang Zhenyuan turned his back on the camera, gave up the stage fans, and left his love, just waiting for Lin Siwan to turn around and turn back.
And twenty-five-year-old Zhang Zhenyuan, all his fiery love was buried in a sea of Canglan, and he would never wait for the person who called him Zhenyuan softly.
zhangzhenyuan"Please, come find me."
Please ...
