"Students say I'm allergic to war."
"Don't mention the war in front of Director Cheng, understand?" The students said to my newly recruited doctoral students. The latter nodded and sometimes asked why. The reason became unclear after word of mouth, and in the end there was only one sentence left: "Um, oh... I don't know. That's what my senior told me when I first got the PhD degree from Professor Cheng."
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The living must always live with the hope of the victims.
Professor Cheng Shuo, who is in his eighties, has never been married. He is raising a child affected by an ether chip alone and lives in a small courtyard not far from Beijing. Her past has been written into the essays of countless candidates. It is said that she was young and promising, and was the youngest researcher of the "Great Wall Project"; she accidentally broke both legs when she was young, and continued to devote herself to research after recovering from the injury. Until old age, he was still the object of admiration for many younger generations.
But she herself seems to be no worse than a kind grandmother. Her expression was solemn and she spoke too little during the interview. Even though the interview host tried every means to guide her, she only responded with brief words.
——"Yes, that's how the whole society viewed it at that time."
——"It's certainly better now than it was then."
——"What about the future? I don't know."
She really didn't know. After all, she thought, she was an old lady—an old lady allergic to war. After that catastrophe, the only remaining young man turned into an old orange-skinned man.
First person science fiction novel, short story. A test of the waters.
Intention: Touching the scenery creates emotions, seeing things and thinking about people. Those who survived the war recalled the most painful experiences. It's a nightmare, and it's also a revelation.