Chapter Five Hundred and Fortieth Life Is Boundless and Knowledge Is Boundless

Another morning.

All the elves went downstairs, even Richard who was the most bedridden. Zhang Zian took Wang Qian and Li Kun downstairs to clean up. Everything was in order, no different from the usual morning.

π took off his pince-nez briefly and rubbed his eyes, then put it on again, jumped from the swivel chair to the table top, and from the table top to the window sill. A crumpled old newspaper lay next to the laptop, and a newly created Word document opened on the screen, with the cursor blinking at the end. The contents of the document are almost identical to the headlines on the front pages of old newspapers, except for a few typos and inexplicable numbers.

It rested its forehead on the window glass, staring blankly at the pedestrians passing by the pet store. Most of them passed by in a hurry in silence. Occasionally, some of them walked together, talking while walking, and some of them were talking on the phone with their mobile phones, all of them spoke Chinese without exception.

Further afield, an old neighborhood across the street can be seen from this vantage point.

Lu Yiyun lives in that community. It has checked, and even knows which building, unit, and room she lives in. It also knows that her cat is named Jasmine, and she was abandoned.

Yes, it knows Lu Yiyun.

There is everything in the book. About Lu Yiyun, no matter what other people know or don’t know, it is recorded in the book. From her birth to growing up, from a good girl to a rebellious girl in the eyes of her parents, it’s not good Going to school to draw comics, everything from the illustrations she drew before to the fact that she quietly tried to serialize a new comic on Weibo is all written in the book.

There is nothing special about her, and the same is true of Zhang Zian, which is also recorded in this book in detail - how he went from being an ordinary person to the present, how he met the time limit After downloading this game before the end, how lucky he was to draw Xinghai, how to win Xinghai's trust, and even the process of him successively gathering Fina, Laocha, Richard, Snow Lion and Feimas around him, all of them are clear. Clearly written, nothing was left out, not even all his thoughts.

Not only her and him, but everyone who passed by downstairs, whether men, women, old or young, tall or thin, their identities and all their pasts are all written in unnamed books. It only takes some time to find out. .

Not only these living people, theoretically speaking, as long as π is willing, even the deeds of these people's parents, grandparents, and ancestors can be found in the book, as long as it knows who they are.

Not only human beings, but all existing creatures on the earth, as well as the ancestors of these creatures, and even their ancestors, the evolution of their life, every mutation and inheritance of genes, are all written in this book.

not only biological,

All organic and inorganic substances on the earth, their birth and death, are all in the book.

Not only the earth, but everything that has happened, is happening, and has not happened in the entire universe is also faithfully recorded in this book.

However, there is a limit to life but no limit to knowledge, and human life is limited. No one can exhaust this knowledge, not even π. It can know the past of everyone passing by downstairs, every good thing and every bad thing they have done, but it is not interested in knowing that these people are just passing by, there is no need to waste time, just like it has no Interest is like knowing the past of a speck of dust drifting past its eyes.

It knows how Xinghai spent the endless cycle of life and death in the black box, it knows the heart-wrenching parting between Fina and Cleopatra VII, it knows how the old tea hero fights righteously in the mountains and forests, and it knows that Richard and Seeing the doctor is worse than feeling melancholy, knowing that Phimas is creating a brand new history in the world of mental images... No one told it these things, it can find out from the book.

Because it is interested in them, it wants to know, so it checks.

Consulting untitled books is extremely difficult, even for π, so it only consults when it is necessary and interesting.

The nameless book is not a panacea. It only records everything in English. For example, Zhang Zian once wrote a composition about his mother when he was in elementary school. π can find the English translation of every sentence in this composition, but it will never be possible. I learned that every Chinese character used in this composition - some things cannot be described in words, even if they are forced to describe, they cannot be understood.

Theoretically, unnamed books also record what is happening and what is about to happen in the future, but the words that record these are changing all the time, and it is difficult to decipher. Only the words that record history will be fixed, because history has already changed. The dust has settled, but the future is uncertain, just like it doesn't know that Zhang Zian has cleaned up, is walking up the stairs, and is about to greet him.

"Pi, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zian appeared at the door of the living room, he knocked on the door before walking in, so that π had a mental preparation.

"Squeak!"

π grinned at him and pointed out the window.

"Looking at the scenery?"

Zhang Zian also walked to the window and looked outside together with it.

"It's not bad. Stand up after sitting for a while and look outside. It's good for your eyes." He pointed to his eyes and said, "It's a pity that it's winter now, and most of the leaves have fallen off, otherwise you can see some green. better."

"Squeak!"

π waved his hands happily, jumped from the window sill to the table, and then from the table to the swivel chair, typing in the Word document: It’s okay, winter is here, can spring be far behind?

Zhang Zian frowned and thought for a while, "Who said that?"

π typed: Shelley.

Zhang Zian slapped his head and suddenly realized, "That's right, this is the man, he is an English poet, right? π You are really good. Although the guy like Richard often quotes from the classics, the things he quotes always make people think in a wrong way." .”

"Squeak!"

π typed: Richard is funny.

"It's not bad... By the way, π, you are already very proficient at typing!" Zhang Zian found that π typed Chinese characters smoothly, and he almost didn't need to look at the keyboard, and could type blindly.

"Squeak!"

π didn't type, but scratched his head in embarrassment.

Zhang Zian was about to continue to praise it, when the phone rang suddenly, and the caller was an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone, and the caller was the courier brother, asking if he was at home.

Zhang Zian gave an affirmative answer, and then hung up the phone.

"π, I bought you an interesting gift, you won't have to sleep on the chair in the future." He smiled, "I'll deliver it later."

"Squeak?"

π looked sideways at Zhang Zian's single bed, then at Fina's princess bed and Xinghai's crib.

"No, that's not the case. These beds probably aren't suitable for you. I bought you a hanging basket wicker chair. Do you know the hanging basket wicker chair?" Zhang Zian asked.

"Squeak."

Pi shook his head. It can find out what the hanging basket rattan chair is from the book, but for some reason, it doesn't want to look it up, and wants to get a surprise.

At this moment, a courier tricycle stopped at the door of the store. Zhang Zian greeted Wang Qian and Li Kun in advance. They helped move the huge packing box upstairs, and then he sent him downstairs busy with other things.

Zhang Zian opened the packing box and took out all the contents. The base is very heavy, and the hanging basket is very large. For the safety of the transportation process, the bubble wrap is wrapped, and the bubble wrap needs to be removed with scissors.

Pi watched curiously from the side.

The installation of the hanging basket rattan chair is very simple, as long as a strong person fixes the base, and then hangs the hanging basket on it.

Zhang Zian quickly completed the installation process. He spread the cushion provided by the merchant in the hanging basket, and then pulled the hanging basket hard.

"Look! What do you think? π You can sit on it and try it." He motioned.

"Squeak?"

Pi had never seen this thing before, and looked at him anxiously.

"Sit on it, like a swing." Zhang Zian said.

π walked carefully to the hanging basket and touched it with his hand. The hanging basket is made of real wooden strips and vines, with simulated green plants and flowers in the middle, and the cushion is thick and soft, which looks like a high-end product in the hanging basket rattan chair.

It first put the untitled book on the cushion, and then jumped into the hanging basket by itself. The hanging basket swayed back and forth gently, as if lying on a cloud.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

π was so excited that he danced and rolled a few times in the hanging basket, fully showing his childish side, obviously very fond of this gift.

"π, where do you want to put it?" Zhang Zian asked, "The bedroom or the living room are fine."

Hearing this, π pointed to the desk without hesitation, which was next to the window and had better lighting.

"Okay, then you come down first, and I will move there for you."

With all his strength, Zhang Zian dragged the hanging basket rattan chair to the window. Although it is easier to move there first and then install it, the degree of surprise is not as good.

"Squeak!"

π happily jumped into the hanging basket, jumped from the hanging basket to the table, jumped from the table to the swivel chair, jumped from the swivel chair to the ground and jumped back into the hanging basket, having a great time.

"π, there is another gift." Zhang Zian said with a smile.

"Squeak?"

Pi stopped playing and looked at him expectantly.

Zhang Zian took out a tablet computer, opened the reading app, and the books downloaded in advance lay quietly inside.

"π, aren't you learning Chinese? These are the four great classics in ancient China. I don't know if you like them or not. It must be a good enjoyment to sit in a rattan chair with a hanging basket to read."

He handed the tablet to π, which held it curiously in his hand.

Zhang Zian knew that there was no Chinese in the unnamed book, so π must have never read the original version of the four great classics. When he has something to do and can't accompany it, let the book replace him to dispel his loneliness.

"Squeak!"

π stared at the words on the screen in amazement, and was immediately attracted by the magical story.