At 5:00 a.m. I received a phone call that said, "See you in the old place," and I shook my hand holding the phone, and the little sleepiness that remained disappeared with the sound.
This voice was low, cold but permeated with an inexplicable familiarity, although ten years later, I still remember it deeply, and I asked with tears: "Are you Ah Shen?" There was a beep-beep busy tone on the phone.
Ah Shen is my first love boyfriend, and we once had a particularly beautiful campus relationship.
We met at the Naxin Party of the Literary Club, when the Ashen Senior, white shirt, jeans, deep eye sockets, always with a melancholy temperament, which fascinated me.
Fortunately, I am lively, cheerful, and beautiful, which happens to be the type that Ah Shen likes. In this way, we met in the best of years, although we had nothing, but we were foolishly happy, happy, thinking that we had the whole world.
We broke the spell of "graduation is lovelessness", experienced the arduous "long-distance love" test, and finally came together, but on the eve of the wedding, Ah Shen disappeared.
I was crazy all over the world looking for my lover, but everyone told me that without this man, no one knew him.
I went to the school and looked up the file, but there was no one.
I broke down, who have I been in love with all these years? What about all our past?
I can't forget Ah Shen, I am immersed in the sweetness of the past every day, they all say that I am crazy, forced me into this half convalescent and half mental hospital in the mountains.
Most of the time I sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the endless green outside, but my heart was deserted, I no longer believed in anyone, and even began to question, is the world really existing in front of me?
Ten years on, I have slowly forgotten what Ah Shen looks like. Even I began to wonder if I had ever met such a person.
A few days ago, I finally passed the rehabilitation test in the hospital, and I told them that I had never been such a person in my life.
I myself accepted the fact that maybe, probably, might be that my brain had really been sick before. You see, I forgot now, the illness is better.
Today is the third day I went back to my home near the university, and at five o'clock in the morning, I got a call from Ah Shen.
After hanging up the phone, the world in front of me instantly collapsed, it was pitch black, I closed my eyes and shook it several times, and only then did I start to see where I lived, which was the house I bought with Ashen, because I liked the atmosphere of the school, so we bought it opposite the school.
I washed up simply, put on Ah Shen's favorite white dress and went to the gazebo of the school Guyue Lake to meet my Ah Shen.
Will Ah Shen come? Does the world really have to have a deep one?
It will be summer, and the campus will be particularly quiet in the early morning. I remember the place where Ah Shen bought me snacks, I remember the place where he waited for me to get out of class, I remember the hay we lay side by side together...
I waited from early morning to noon, my eyes began to blur, and in the distance I saw the familiar figure coming, white shirt, jeans... But why am I so sleepy, I really can't open my eyes...
"No. 384 Small Micro Dream Success," a researcher in a white coat said to a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties.
"Great, great," the man in the white shirt, jeans, and deep eye sockets cried with delight.
Ah Shen's girlfriend XiaoWei died in a car accident ten years ago, he worked hard for ten years, in order to prevent the dissipation of consciousness, he woven a memory for Xiaowei for ten years, added to Xiaowei's previous consciousness, and then loaded into the chip of robot No. 384.
Today is the first day of the trial run.
When I woke up, Ah Shen was sitting in the gazebo half holding me half-lying, and he looked at me affectionately and said, "Xiao Wei, I'm back."