Chapter 589 Floaters

Old Feng asked Jiang Yang and Professor Zhang to wait.

He will ask his grandson another day, let the grandson tell him, and he is telling them.

He has floaters, and he often asks his grandson to read books to him, which can also bring some grandparents closer.

Professor Zhang: "Ah, you still have floaters."

Jiang Yang: "Hey, you also have floaters?"

Old Feng waved his head and lowered his hands, "Physiological."

It's just that after getting older, the function deteriorates, and the vitreous body of the eye becomes cloudy. When reading a book, he feels something like catkins floating in front of his eyes, which makes him very uncomfortable.

but--

At his age, it's not worth the trouble, that's all.

Professor Zhang: "You—"

There are many problems, but they don't need to be treated. Professor Zhang doesn't know if it's good or not.

Old Fengtou: "Man, it's just like a computer. When I first bought it, it ran very fast. After a long time, it started to freeze, but you can't say change the computer. You can only slowly adapt to this elimination. the process of--"

The so-called aging means not only compromising with the world, but also compromising with one's own body.

Old Fengtou clinked glasses with Professor Zhang.

They also advised Jiang Yang, "Take care of your body while you are young."

Jiang Yang looked at their wine: "Then you—"

Professor Zhang picked up a peanut, smiled, and said nothing.

Before he got married, he was quite pessimistic.

He never imagined that he would live to such an old age.

He always felt that a car accident, a serious illness, or a falling object might cause him to be gone.

but--

After getting married, his pessimism improved a lot, but after the death of his children and wives, this feeling returned. The only thing that changed was that he could face this pessimism calmly and was not so panicked.

Old Fengtou suddenly remembered why he came to drink with Professor Zhang.

It's impossible to be so pessimistic.

He put down his glass, "We have to take care of it too."

He greeted Professor Zhang, "Bring me the wolfberry."

Professor Zhang went to make three cups for them, and took a can of Coke from Jiang Yang by the way.

It doesn't matter to Jiang Yang, it's not smooth anyway.

He now thinks that plain water is fine, because the dishes cooked by Professor Zhang have a unique taste, and eating just the dishes is a kind of enjoyment, "Old Zhang's cooking skills are really good!"

Professor Zhang: "That is."

When he was in the countryside, he learned this culinary art from a master who specially held banquets for weddings in the village.

Old Feng also took a bite, and then asked Jiang Yang: "What do you mean you have floaters just now? You have it too? Then you have to go and see. I will take the ophthalmologist my son found for me." Contact information for you."

Jiang Yang shook his head and said vaguely, "No."

He swallowed the dried beans.

"There is a person who also has floaters, but his floaters are a bit special. What flies is not words, but a series of countdown numbers. At first, this countdown only appeared in his camera, and later he simply ran to Eyes, that is, whether he opened them, closed them, or looked at the sun, he could see a series of numbers counting down in his eyes. He went to the hospital for an examination, and the doctor said it was floaters—”

"Wait a moment!"

Old Feng interrupted Jiang Yang.

There are such cowhide floaters? !

He also stared at the catkin-like thing in front of him that he had gotten used to and learned to ignore, "I have amnesia, not Alzheimer's, don't lie to me."

The difference between amnesia and senile dementia is probably that a file is in the memory, and if you often can’t find where to put it, it is amnesia; if you delete the file directly, or even delete the system file, it is senile dementia.

Professor Zhang was listening with gusto, "Don't interrupt him, this is a story, science fiction?"

Jiang Yang nodded.

"Oh, story."

Old Feng was stunned, but thought it was too coincidental.

"I just said I had floaters, and you came up with this story—"

He looked at Jiang Yang: "This person can't be me."

At this moment, Old Feng still hadn't realized how powerful this story would be.

He thought Jiang Yang was telling stories with his cymbals.

"No, no, it's your floaters that inspired me."

Jiang Yang originally wanted to tell the story from the beginning of "The Three-Body Problem" in a well-regulated manner, but when Old Feng talked about floaters, it gave him inspiration and reminded him of the content in the book, so he simply followed this topic and it was very easy. Speak naturally.

but--

Old Fengtou mistakenly thought that he had floaters, which inspired Jiang Yang to make up a story.

"Hey."

He said to Professor Zhang: "I got floaters and it became the inspiration for the story."

Old Feng asked Jiang Yang to talk about the highlights, "Let my floaters not only help me every day, but also help me a little bit."

Professor Zhang asked Lao Feng not to interrupt, "Listen carefully."

As for whether the inspiration and story came about because of floaters, Professor Zhang is not sure.

Because Jiang Yang told a touching story with a radio wave last time, he has the ability. In addition, Jiang Yang said last time that he would tell him a science fiction story about using radio waves as a ball rape.

This story clearly isn't.

so.

It's really possible that it was Jiang Yang's impromptu idea.

The story is also great.

A countdown appears in front of people's eyes, even if the sun cannot block it. This kind of setting is generally only found in supernatural horror novels, and it is also found in science fiction novels. Moreover, what is the end of the countdown?

Professor Zhang is very curious.

He felt that Jiang Yang was really capable. The story was like a vortex, sucking people in.

"As for why he had floaters, we have to start from the day when he was suddenly knocked on the door by the police—"

Jiang Yang brought the story back to the beginning of the book "Three-Body Problem".

Jiang Yang didn't do anything else during these days, just thinking about "Three-Body Problem".

Because he has read the book several times and watched the TV series, he still remembers it clearly. Although he hasn't recalled the whole book now, it is enough to tell the previous story to the two uncles.

but.

When talking about the boundaries of science, and their so-called science has touched the bottom line and other theories——

Bang bang!

Li Qingning knocked on the door.

After Jiang Yang went to open the door, she followed Jiang Yang in, and smelled the alcohol on Jiang Yang by the way.

fine.

Not too alcoholic.

Li Qingning greeted Professor Zhang and Lao Feng. When he saw Jiang Yang drinking wolfberry and eating vegetables, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This combination is too different.

but--

Better than drinking and coke.

Professor Zhang was also afraid that Li Qingning might misunderstand, so he hurriedly said, "I just drank a can of Coke and didn't drink any alcohol. Don't worry, I'll watch him."

"It's okay, teacher. Jiang Yang's stomach is not feeling well. I'll come and take a look." Li Qingning smiled, exchanged greetings with Old Feng Tou and Professor Zhang, and left.

After Li Qingning came to the door, Professor Zhang said, "She is a good girl."

Old Fengtou: "The top student of our conservatory of music, how could you be abducted by the next door Sanben?"

On the school's campus network forum, he saw a post saying that Jiang Yang's marriage to the Great Demon King was a great shame to the school, even more shameful than a senior sister wronging her junior to touch her ass!

"Um."

Jiang Yang thought about it seriously, "Because I'm handsome."

Professor Zhang: "Young people nowadays are not humble at all."

Old Feng: "But he's really handsome."

"right?"

Jiang Yang felt that he was already very modest, "You should know that I had a very ugly bang at that time."

This fringe sealed at least 50% of his handsomeness.

That is to say——

Jiang Yang: "My wife fell in love with me before I used all my strength."

Old Fengtou said to Professor Zhang: "Just like that, I will be forty years younger, and I will definitely not let him out of the campus."

Professor Zhang agreed to clink the wolfberry cup with him.