After taking off his V gear, Wang Miao found that his underwear was soaked in cold sweat, which seemed to have woken up from a cold nightmare. He walked out of the nanocenter, went downstairs to drive, and went to Yang Dong's mother's house according to the address given by Ding Yi.

A chaotic era, a chaotic era, a chaotic era...

This concept lingers in Wang Miao's mind. Why is the sun in that world running irregularly? A star's planet, no matter whether its orbit is a perfect circle or a long ellipse, its movement around the star must be periodic, and it is impossible to run irregularly... Wang Miao was suddenly annoyed by himself. He shook his head hard to drive away all this in his mind. It was just a game, but he failed.

A chaotic era, a chaotic era, a chaotic era...

Hell! Don't think about it!! Why do you have to think about it? Why?!

Soon, Wang Miao found the answer. He had not played electronic games for many years. The software and hardware technology of electronic games has obviously improved a lot over the years. The virtual reality scenes and additional effects are incomparable to his student days. But Wang Miao understood that the reality of "Three-Body Problem" is not this. I remember that in an information class in my junior year, the professor hung up two large pictures, one is the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" with a complex and delicate picture, and the other is an empty sky photo. There is only a wisp of white clouds that seem to be there or not in the empty blue sky. The professor asked which of these two paintings contained more information. The answer was that the latter was one to two orders of magnitude larger than the former!

This is exactly like "The Three-Body Problem". Its massive information is hidden deep, which Wang Miao can feel, but cannot explain. He suddenly realized that the unusualness of "The Three-Body Problem" is that compared with other games, its designers do the opposite - generally the designers of the game increase the amount of information displayed as much as possible to create a sense of reality; but the designers of "The Three-Body Problem" are trying hard to compress the amount of information to hide a huge reality, just like the seemingly empty sky photo.

Wang Miao relaxed the reins of his thoughts and allowed him to return to the world of "Three-Body Problem".

Flying stars! The key lies in the unobtrusive flying stars, one flying star, two flying stars, three flying stars...what do these mean?

Just as he was thinking, the car had already reached the gate of the community he was going to.

At the entrance of the building that was about to go, Wang Miao saw a woman with gray hair and thin figure in her sixties wearing glasses and carrying a large basket of vegetables to climb the stairs. He guessed that she was probably the person she was looking for. When he asked, she was indeed Yang Dong's mother, Ye Wenjie. After listening to Wang Miao explaining her purpose, she showed her heartfelt touch. She was the kind of old intellectual that Wang Miao often saw. The wind and frost of time had eliminated all the hardness and heat in their temperament, leaving only the softness like water.

Wang Miao took the vegetable basket and went upstairs with her. When she walked into her house, she found that it was not as deserted as he thought. There were three children playing, the oldest was no more than five years old, and the youngest could walk. Yang's mother told Wang Miao that these were all children of the neighbors.

"They like to play with me. Today is Sunday. Their parents have to work overtime, so they threw them to me... Oh, Nannan, have you finished painting? Well, it looks so good, let's get a question! The little duck under the sun, okay, grandma will give you the title, and write it on June 9th, Nannan... What do you want to eat at noon? Yangyang? Roast eggplant? Good; Nannan? The Dutch beans I ate yesterday? Good; What about you, Mimi? Meat? No, your mother said, don't eat so much meat, it's hard to digest, can you eat fish? Look at such a big fish that grandma bought..."

She definitely wants grandchildren or granddaughter, but even if Yang Dong is alive, will she have children? Seeing Yang's mother talking with the children in an in-depth conversation, Wang Miao thought to herself.

Yang's mother carried the basket into the kitchen and said to Wang Miao: "Xiao Wang, I'll go and soak the vegetables first. There are a lot of vegetables and pesticide residues left now. It takes at least two hours for the children to eat... You can go to Dongdong's room first."

Yang's mother's last seemingly unintentional proposal made Wang Miao nervous and uneasy. She obviously saw the real purpose of Wang Miao's trip deep in her heart. After she said that, she turned back to the kitchen. Without looking at Wang Miao, she naturally couldn't see his embarrassment. Her almost seamless understanding moved Wang Miao.

Wang Miao turned around and walked through the happy children and walked towards the room that Yang's mother pointed to. He stopped in front of the door and was suddenly overwhelmed by a strange feeling, as if he was back in the dreamy season of youth. Some crystal-clear and fragile feelings like morning dew floated from the depths of memory, with the initial sadness and tingling, but they were all rose.

Wang Miao gently pushed open the door, and the faint breath that came to his face was something he had not expected. It was the smell of the forest. He seemed to enter a forest ranger's forest house. The walls were covered with brown bark, the three stools were quaint tree stumps, the desk was also made of three larger stumps, and the bed was obviously laid out from the northeast. All of this was rough and casual, without deliberately showing some beauty. With Yang Dong's position, her income was very high and she could buy a house in any high-end community, but she had always lived with her mother here.

Wang Miao walked to the stump desk. The furnishings on it were very simple. There was nothing academically related, nor anything female-related. Maybe they had been taken away, and maybe they had never existed here. He first noticed a black and white photo inlaid in the wooden frame. It was a photo of Yang Dong and his daughter. Yang Dong in the photo was in childhood, and his mother squatted down as high as her. The wind was very strong, and the hairs of the two were blown together. The background of the photo was strange, and the sky was grid-shaped. Wang Miao carefully looked at the thick steel structure supporting the network, and guessed that it was a parabolic antenna or something similar, because it was huge, and its edges exceeded the lens.

In the photo, a kind of panic that made Wang Miao tremble in her big eyes, as if the world outside the photo was terrifying her. The second thing that Wang Miao noticed was a thick large book placed in a corner of the desk. The first thing that confused him was the material of the book. He saw a line of childish words on the cover: "Yang Dong's huà (birch) leather book." Only then did he realize that this book was made of birch bark, and time had turned the silver-white birch bark into dark yellow. He reached out and touched the book, hesitated for a while and shrank back.

"Look, that's the painting from Dongdong when she was a child." Yang's mother said at the door.

Wang Miao picked up the birch bark book and looked it gently. Each painting had a date, which was obviously the mother's notation for her daughter, just like he saw when he first entered the door. Wang Miao discovered another thing that he was incomprehensible: Judging from the dates on the painting, Yang Dong was over three years old at that time, and children of such age could usually draw more distinct shapes of people or objects; but Yang Dong's paintings were still just random and chaotic lines, and Wang Miao saw a strong anger and despair, anger and despair that wanted to express something but was powerless. This feeling was not possessed by ordinary children of this age.

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"Xiao Wang, why are your face so bad? It seems that your body is very weak." Yang's mother asked with concern.

"Nothing, that's it." Wang Miao said vaguely.

"Wait," Yang's mother took out a small wooden box from the cabinet. Wang Miao saw that it was marked with ginseng. "In the past, an old soldier at the base came to me two days ago and brought this... No, no, you take it. It is not a precious thing. I have high blood pressure and I don't need it at all. You can cut it into thin slices and make tea. I see your face, it seems that the blood is very depleted. Young people, you must take care of themselves."

A warm current surged in Wang Miao's heart, his eyes were wet, and his heart, which had been tightly tense for two days, seemed to be put on soft velvet. "Teacher Ye, I will come to see you often." He took the wooden box and said.
Chapter completed!