Xu Yanwu coughed violently. Clearly, his lungs still were not used to the irritation of this kind of cigarette; the moment the smoke entered them, he started coughing.
Seeing Xu Yanwu cough, Fu Hua stepped forward and gently patted his back.
"Sorry, sorry... I actually don't know how to smoke yet."
Xu Yanwu said, "It's just that I suddenly ran into something so worldview-shattering that I couldn't accept it for a moment, so I felt like this was the kind of time when I should smoke a cigarette..."
"So, Fu Hua, what you said just now means... I'm actually inside memories of the past right now? Why?"
"Because... we wanted to find some information in certain lost memories. But in the end, we didn't expect that your subconscious desire to leave those past memories would prevent you from leaving this place. To help you, I entered your memories as well."
"Oh... another familiar kind of plot. Inception? Memories?" Xu Yanwu said. "Fu Hua, you seem to know me very well... Are we close?"
"You helped me a great deal. We... are comrades, and friends."
"Then our relationship sounds pretty good." Xu Yanwu laughed. "Just how old was the me you knew, to be comrades and friends with a little girl who looks barely in her teens... Was future me really that unreliable?"
"How old were you when I knew you in the future..." Fu Hua froze at the question. "Well... probably several tens of thousands of years old?"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Xu Yanwu broke into another violent fit of coughing.
"Several tens of thousands of years old? You're kidding me, right?" Xu Yanwu said. "How could I possibly live for tens of thousands of years... Even jokes shouldn't be made like that, Fu Hua."
"I..."
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