Back Into the Dream

Old Ping sat in the Security Room with a can of Cola Can in his hand, looking puzzled.

"Where did this cola come from?"

He truly could not remember how this can of cola had ended up in his hand.

He had no memory whatsoever of the cola can, as though it had appeared out of thin air and suddenly landed in his hands.

He had clearly been sorting through reports just moments ago when a can of cola suddenly appeared in his hand. He had held it for who knew how long, and his thoughts had stalled for just as long...

It was as if there had been a gap in his memory, completely separating those two actions.

Old Ping did not like cola. It took him quite a while to even realize what the drink in his hand was.

He could not remember any drinks being kept in the Security Room. He had always brewed tea in a thermos, while his colleague A Qing only liked ice water. Their supervisor generally was not in the Security Room either. The appearance of this can of cola was simply too bizarre.

"Did another colleague leave it here?"

Old Ping did not remember any colleagues entering the Security Room. Hardly anyone ever came here.

More importantly, he had no memory of "picking up this can of cola" either...

"Where was it originally?" Old Ping could not remember.

"I'm not even that old. Am I already getting dementia?"

He hurriedly picked up a report from beside him and carefully read it.

His mind was perfectly clear, and the records were neatly organized. Old Ping flipped through a few pages at random and remembered the earlier contents perfectly well. His brain was still quite "durable"; he did not look like someone with dementia