His hands trembled for twenty years, and finally he stabilized the entire civilization.
Zhou Zheng, a "scumbag" who passed the second degree, said "I like trees" at the group meeting, and the whole audience burst into laughter.
In order to graduate, he learned to trick people, build relationships, and create hot spots. 37 Papers, none of which he really wanted to write. Colleagues called him an "academic locust," but he almost forgot that in his first year of graduate school, he wrote in his notebook: "I want to know why trees can live so long."
Until late that night, a news pop-up appeared: Huangdibai, a five-thousand-year-old man, was about to die.
He threw down his cell phone and dug out the dusty notebook. The next day, I dragged my suitcase and boarded the green train bound for Huangling.
Deep in the Loess Plateau, treekeeper Jiang Bo told him: "Trees can talk, but you can't understand them."
Under the microscope, he saw the truth that subverted his cognition - the dying tree, whose cells contained the secret that allowed human cells to divide again.
The news spread and the world went crazy. The capital group sent mercenaries, the Nobel Prize winner flew in overnight, the mole sold the data, and a 16-year-old girl with progeria put her life in his hands.
The deeper truth gradually emerges - the five-thousand-year-old tree is guarding something that should not be awakened.
When the seven ancient trees wake up at the same time, when the girl he rescued stands on the judgment stand and says "I want both", when Uncle Jiang, who has guarded the tree for thirty-eight years, finally merges into the trunk -
Zhou Zhengcai understood: What he wanted to save was not just a tree, but the root of a civilization.
In 2034, a new seedling sprouted from the ground under the Star Core Tree in Beijing, calling him "Grandpa."
He knelt down and touched the leaves gently.
"You are the future."
