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When Chen Mu took his last breath on the ice field at minus 70 degrees Celsius, he suddenly understood the arrangement of the ice crystals - they were forming a line of Morse code. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the spring before the global extreme cold began. The calendar in his hand showed that there were still 391 days until the first June snow. This time, he no longer trusted any official refuge. It took three months to liquidate all the assets and buy the abandoned warehouse. Chen Mu wrote down two iron rules in his notebook: first, never save politicians in suits and ties; second, record the frost on the thermometer on the windowsill every day. When he bumped into his future nemesis while scanning goods in the supermarket, he was horrified by the identical number of compressed biscuits in the other's cart - he was not the only one to be reborn in this world.

My name is Zhixing, an ordinary person who can occasionally hear things speak and see traces of memories. It wasn't until I hid in a mysterious second-hand shop on a rainy night and got a copy of "You Yuan Lu" that could write automatically that I realized that I had become a "You Yuan person". My job is not to cultivate immortality, but to travel. Go and listen to the lingering sound of the century-old guqin, bid farewell to the old factory that is about to be demolished that carries the memory of the times, help friends who have been entangled for generations to untie the knot of fate, and become friends with the mathematical ghost who made the Tianqiao lost. But I gradually discovered that the world's "net of fate" - the invisible warp and weft that maintains the emotions and memories of all things - is quietly wearing away. Unprovoked malice breeds, and warm memories quickly dissipate. And every story I record is a gentle patch for this tired world. --This is a warm journey of a restorer walking around the world, using understanding to resolve obsessions, and using stories to fight against forgetfulness. Perhaps the best meaning of immortality is simply to have a gentle curiosity about the next good weather.