Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, consciousness surged out of the illusory Memory Palace like a tide.
When the pupils flicker, it seems that various images carrying information remain.
In the bedroom, bright and warm sunlight shines on Red Pine Wood Floor.
On the old desk next to the bed, the Ippon dictionary was opened, and the pages were slightly curled.
The pen, alarm clock, and Desk Lamp are all placed aside quietly, reflecting a hazy luster.
Fang Cheng blinked and glanced around subconsciously.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I was still in the Memory Palace or the real bedroom.
He sniffed hard with the tip of his nose, and instantly countless complex smells poured into his nose.
The fragrance of wood, the smell of ink on paper, the odor of sweat and detergent on the bedding...
Also, the smell of dust blown up by the wind.
Fang Cheng gently closed the dictionary and looked at Floral Curtains, who was stirred by the wind.
Then he put his hands on the window sill and looked out.
Smoke curls from the breakfast stall downstairs, and the aroma of meat buns and Fried Dough Sticks is wafting around.
Several Suit office workers in leather shoes hurried to the bus stop with food in their mouths.
The neighbor's vegetable vendor Old Zhao pedaled a tricycle and drove slowly by.
Street Pedestrians come and go, fast or slow, each heading in his or her own direction.
Looking at the vivid scene in front of him, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly and he whispered to himself:
"It's Real World, yes..."
Then he sat back on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
The "Memory Palace" we just built is so realistic.
It actually caused me to have misconceptions, and I was almost deceived.
Thinking back on it carefully, it makes sense.
After all, the image materials I used to build the palace came from real bedrooms.
It is almost a one-to-one replica, not even the tiniest dust, traces on the wall or desk have been spared.
If the "Memory Palace" built by ordinary people is just an illusion.
So, it can be said that the palace built by Fang Cheng was built and decorated by himself, brick by brick, wooden board and wall plaster.
Moreover, every "building material" contains its own life Memory, various information left over from more than ten years of life.
After expending so much energy, the effect of recreating it in your mind is naturally extraordinary.
Of course, if you really want to distinguish them carefully, there are still obvious differences.
This is mainly reflected in the stimulation response of the surrounding environment to the senses.
"Speed Reading" is, after all, just a skill for reading information, which achieves the effect of scanning imaging through visual functions.
In Fang Cheng, where Memory Palace is, I still feel that the environment has touches, smells, and sounds that are similar to reality.
It's entirely because during the construction process, Meditation was magnified by Sensory Perception, and part of the information from the other four senses was also integrated into it as a decoration material.
However, this information is only incidental after all.
It is impossible to be as meticulous and flawless as the image material obtained by using the "Speed Reading" skill, and finally reproduce it.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but have a sudden thought.
If we could really integrate all the information from Sensory Perception into the Memory Palace.
Then it continues to expand and extend, from a room, to a building, to a street, to a city.
Isn't it equivalent to creating a "My World".
With such a huge amount of work, even if the human brain is developed to 100%, it may not be able to carry enough information material.
Fang Cheng shook his head secretly and put aside this outrageous idea.
In fact, I was able to complete the prototype construction of "Memory Palace" in a short period of time, mainly because I was very familiar with the environment at home.
After all, I have lived in this house for a long time.
If you move to a completely unfamiliar place, it won't be that easy.
And.
The imagined "Memory Palace" is easily forgotten and faded over time, collapses and disappears.
Builders need to consolidate and strengthen from time to time and continue to invest in maintenance work.
This is also a big mental burden.
Gugu--
While I was thinking, my stomach suddenly growled.
Fang Cheng suddenly woke up.
After you get "Memory Palace" and this Skill Special Effect, you can immerse yourself in the wonderful feeling of creating a world.
I even forgot to eat breakfast!
I glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it showed the time: 9:28.
After a while, it will be almost noon.
Fang Cheng immediately gathered his thoughts and stood up to dress.
Prepare to go out to the supermarket to purchase supplies, and then cook a sumptuous meal when you come back to make up for the energy consumption of your body.
After eating and drinking enough, I went to the hospital to visit my grandpa in the afternoon.
West Pass District.
The afternoon sun shines through the windows of the hospital corridor, casting a mottled light and shadow.
Two medical staff passed by quickly pushing a stretcher cart, shouting "give way" repeatedly.
Fang Cheng leaned against the wall, stepped aside, and walked towards the ward where grandpa was.
The door was ajar and he pushed it open gently.
Air Conditioner's warmth came to my face along with the sounds of relatives talking.
"Oh, our great talent from the Fang Family is here!"
Sister-in-law Fang Yu, with sharp eyes, saw Fang Cheng first and immediately stepped forward to hold his hand affectionately, as if she was expressing her long-lost feelings.
She was sent to work abroad by her company, so she only had time to return to Eastern Capital during the Spring Festival holiday this year.
I was originally planning to come to my home as a guest, but I couldn't because Sleeve Building was blocked.
I just stood downstairs and said hello from a distance, asked the police to put the gift at the entrance of the corridor, and then drove back.
Because I heard from Mom that my grandpa had cancer and had just finished Surgery, I took my uncle to the hospital to visit me today.
"A Cheng, how is your residential building? There are no problems, right?"
"I didn't feel it when I went to your house the day before yesterday. Now I take a closer look. You are much stronger than before. You are almost unrecognizable."
Fang Yu is very sharp-tongued and speaks words of concern over and over again.
"Nothing's wrong. The lockdown was lifted yesterday afternoon. The main reason is that I've been staying at home these days. I feel like I've gained a few pounds."
Fang Cheng replied with a smile, and then looked at the weak and kind old man lying on the hospital bed.
There is also the mother sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, cutting Apple.
"Grandpa, Mom."
After shouting twice, Fang Cheng looked around the ward.
This is a single VIP ward with a spacious and bright space.
A comfortable large bed is located in the center, surrounded by various user-friendly appliances.
Against the wall, there is a set of simple sofas and Coffee Table for visitors to rest.
The overall look is comfortable and warm, allowing people to relax and recuperate.
Of course, the daily hospitalization expenses will definitely be indispensable.
But now that my family is financially well off, there is no need to worry about this expense.
In addition to my sister-in-law and uncle, there are also several relatives from my grandfather's side who came to visit me today.
Some of them work at Eastern Capital themselves, and some come all the way from the countryside. It seems very lively when everyone gets together.
Li Zhenhua opened his slightly cloudy eyes and looked at Fang Cheng. It took him a while to recognize his grandson.
"Is it A Cheng here?"
Then a smile appeared on his face, and he stretched his arms to sit up from the bed.
Fang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and supported him with both hands.
"Grandpa, you haven't fully recovered yet. Just lie down and rest and don't move around."
"It's okay. Let's rest for a week. The doctor said that proper exercise after surgery can promote the recovery of digestive function."
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
Li Zhenhua waved his hand, dissatisfied with the old saying:
"Besides, your grandpa served as a militiaman when he was young. He went up the mountain alone to catch wild boars. His body is stronger than many young men."
As he spoke, he continued to look at Fang Cheng carefully and nodded slightly with a smile.
It seems that he is very satisfied with his grandson's current strong physique, and is finally able to get rid of the sickly and thin image of before.
Fang Cheng chatted with grandpa for a few words, then looked at other relatives and greeted everyone politely.
"A Cheng, this young boy, is really getting more and more handsome."
One of the distant relatives named Second Aunt responded with a smile.
The conversation immediately changed and he continued, "Do you still remember A Li who lives next door to your grandpa? He is about the same age as you and very handsome. I will introduce him to you another day."
Her eyes were full of enthusiasm, as if she had already decided on this marriage.
As soon as the conversation started, other relatives also started chatting, also focusing on things like work and blind dates.
Fang Cheng was surrounded in the middle, with a polite smile on his face. He felt helpless and could only respond one by one.
Li Zhenhua leaned on the hospital bed, smiled at the scene in front of him, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:
"My grandson is too honest. He has never even held a girl's hand. If you continue to talk about it, he will have to find a crack in the ground to crawl in."
Although his body is still skinny, his energy is very high, and he still has not even half of his pre-surgery appearance.
It can be seen that the postoperative recovery is indeed relatively smooth.
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter and then stopped talking for a while.
Li Biyun was busy passing fruits and pouring tea to relatives.
From time to time, I would help my son socialize with him by saying a few words, and cleverly deflect questions that were too sharp.
Just when Fang Cheng felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by the warm words of his relatives and was a little overwhelmed.
Suddenly, the ward door was pushed open with a creak.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket and a mustache on his upper lip push open the door and enter.
"Sister, I asked the doctor. Dad should be able to remove the stitches the day after tomorrow, and then he can go through the discharge procedures."
He spoke loudly and walked like a whirlwind.
It was Li Dingjian who had gone off to do business and had not shown up for a long time.
Turning around to look at the scene in the room, he caught a glimpse of Fang Cheng.
He saw through his nephew's embarrassed look at a glance, and then waved his hand:
"A Cheng, haven't you had lunch yet? Come on, come with me and go out to deal with it."
Fang Cheng Hearing this, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He immediately stood up and followed his uncle to escape from the bustling ward.
On the west side of the Inpatient Department is Side Building, driving a Gourmet Plaza.
Various dining stalls are arranged in an orderly manner along the venue, and there are many choices.
There are noodles, dumplings, rice and other staple foods, as well as stir-fries, Clay Pot, wontons, spicy hotpots, and various pastries and snacks. It can be said that everything is available.
There are scattered tables and chairs in the middle area, and many people choose to enjoy them here after ordering.
The air was filled with the smell of food and fireworks, diluting the unpleasant Disinfectant smell of the hospital.
Fang Cheng and Li Dingjian also sat at the same table and ordered four meat and vegetable dishes and a few bottles of beer.
It's about one o'clock in the afternoon.
Gourmet Plaza Business is still very popular, the seats are even crowded, and there are people talking and noisy everywhere.
In a place like a hospital, it is difficult to maintain a normal routine.
To be honest, before Fang Cheng came to the hospital, he had already had a "full" meal and was not hungry.
Li Dingjian also just wants to find a place to reminisce about old times.
The two of them ate casually while chatting about their grandfather's condition.
According to the doctor's recent examination report, grandpa should be able to be discharged from the hospital before Chinese New Year's Eve, allowing the family to reunite in Spring Festival.
My father is recovering well and is no longer under financial pressure. Li Dingjian seems to be in a good mood.
"Come on, A Cheng, let's go."
After drinking a few glasses of wine, his face was rosy, his eyebrows were dancing, and his conversation became more and more interesting.
"In two days, after my uncle has finished his work, he will take you to the Peace Hotel, the best restaurant in Dongdu, to open a seafood restaurant and experience the life of the upper class..."
When he raised his hand to pour the wine, the piece of Rolex on his wrist was exposed on his sleeve.
The dial is deep blue, and the strap sparkles with fine golden light.
Inadvertently, it is a low-key luxury reveal.
Fang Cheng glanced curiously.
It seems that my uncle is living a good life during this time.
So he took advantage of his drunkenness and asked:
"Uncle, what kind of business are you doing?"
Li Dingjian's hand holding the wine glass paused, his eyes rolled quickly, and then he laughed:
"Hey, it's actually some import and export trade business. There are many tricks in it."
"You are still young, and you don't understand even if I tell you. Study hard first, and then my uncle will take you flying!"
Seeing that Fang Cheng's eyes were still full of doubts, he took a sip of wine and then deliberately explained a few words:
"This industry has high profits, but also high risks. You have to deal with both black and white, and battles of wits and courage. If you are not careful, the goods may be stuck and the capital chain will be broken..."
Having said this, he raised his head and drank the entire glass of wine, and then a cheerful smile appeared on his face:
"Fortunately, God helped me. Unexpectedly, I, Mr. Li, who had been unlucky for half his life, finally succeeded in making his first pot of gold."
Then, Li Dingjian paused and lowered his voice and said:
"Don't worry, you and your mother. The business I do is absolutely upright and aboveboard."
"And I will not continue to make this quick money in the future. To be honest, if I couldn't publicize it, Dongdu City Government would have given me a good citizen award..."
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was completely different from before. He had obviously become much more confident and calm.
Fang Cheng nodded and did not continue to ask.
The meaning revealed from the uncle's words should be Gray business that is somewhere between illegal and legitimate.
In an environment like this where there are so many people talking, it is obviously not suitable for in-depth exploration.
The two continued to drink and eat, chatting and reminiscing about old times.
The large wall-mounted color TV installed in the dining area is playing news programs at this time.
The content was related to the "terrorist incident" that happened at Ren'an Hospital that night, so it attracted many people who were present at the time to comment and comment.
Various noisy voices floated into Fang Cheng's ears from time to time.
Among them, there were two unusually familiar voices that immediately caught his attention.