The rise of nanometers

America.

Cambridge, a metropolitan area of ​​Boston, Massachusetts (Massachusetts).

Here is home to Harvard University, a member of the famous Ivy League.

A biting west wind whistled outside the window. The old oak trees outside the dormitory had shed their green leaves. On the lawn in front of the dormitory, bluegrass and tall fescue, which tolerated shade and cold, were covered with a thin layer of pale white snow.

The setting sun in the evening seeped a trace of warmth through the window glass, but this little warmth could not bring warmth to the house.

In the four-person dormitory, there was only a slightly chaotic breathing sound. On the bed in the small cubicle, under the thick quilt, a slightly trembling body was curled up.

The man's face was a little distorted, he seemed to have difficulty breathing, and he was sweating.

Suddenly he felt a strong nausea, struggled to lift his heavy body, and stumbled to the dormitory bathroom.

"Uh...uh uh..."

After a sound of vomiting, there was the sound of flushing water, and the sound of heavy and messy breathing.

After vomiting, he washed his face with cold and cold tap water. Only then did he wake up a little and look at himself in the mirror.

He had a slight stubble, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his bloodless face looked frail.

He picked up the cup on the side, put a cup of tap water in it, rinsed his mouth several times, and rinsed his hands twice in the wash basin to relieve his slight mysophobia.

It seemed that after vomiting, although there was no color on his face, his breathing became much smoother. When he returned to bed, he felt dizzy for a while, as if a supernova had been inserted into his brain, an exploding supernova.

The table lamp on the bedside table emits bright yellow light from the tungsten filament of the bulb.

Under the light, there is a glass of water and a bottle of medicines wrapped in plastic. The English name of the medicine "OxyContin" is printed on the label of the bottle, and there is a prescription note under the bottle.

There is also a small photo frame under the slanting light. There is an old photo in it, which is a group photo of a family of three. The child in it looks like the same mold as the young man curled up in bed.

Exhausted from the drugs and pain, he fell into a deep sleep. It was only from the sword eyebrows that twitched from time to time that he could see that the pain had not left his body.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window disappeared into the horizon, and the cold wind blowing from the Great Lakes was mixed with water vapor. I don't know whether it was nightfall or dark clouds, but the sky was ink-colored.

The campus seemed empty, with only some ribbons and confetti left after the Christmas carnival, waiting for the arrival of the new school year.

In this red brick building from the last century, those international students who have not returned to their hometowns have become the absolute majority on campus.

It's past one o'clock in the morning in the dead of night.

In the quiet and deserted dormitory, the huddled body looked even paler, and he seemed to be enduring strong discomfort.

At this time, disorganized memories surged crazily in his mind.

who I am?

Where am I?

He tossed and turned on the bed for most of the night, always half asleep and half awake. He wanted to wake up, but was lost in the chaotic memories. He was like a drowning person, struggling desperately.

Until about six o'clock in the morning, he sat up on the quilt soaked with sweat and breathed in the fresh air.

"Huang Xiuyuan... My name is Huang Xiuyuan." He murmured to himself, but his eyes seemed empty. The memory in his brain gave him a dream-like illusion.

He subconsciously glanced at the surrounding environment. Huang Xiuyuan was very familiar with the furnishings here. It could be said that he could remember them vividly.

His somewhat hollow gaze rested on the small photo frame that stood sideways. Suddenly, as if he was going crazy, he opened the top drawer of the bedside table with trembling hands.

Inside the drawer, lying quietly was a black mobile phone with a small screen and outdated buttons. This was a Nokia N73.

I hurriedly opened my phone, and the small screen revealed a grass-green light, and it clearly displayed:

Date2008/01/20

Huang Xiuyuan's eyes were filled with excitement and fear. His knuckles holding the phone in his trembling hands were obviously white.

Licking his dry lips, his hands seemed to be suffering from Parkinson's disease, as if he was fearing something and longing for something.

He pressed his finger on the phone button, 01186-18371...888, then pressed the dial button, and there was a ring tone from the phone.

"Dudu... hello, Xiaoyuan?"

A strong middle-aged man's voice came from the opposite side. This voice was so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

"Hello? Can you hear me? This is a garbage signal..."

Huang Xiuyuan, who had forgotten everything, finally realized what he was doing and hurriedly replied: "Dad, I heard you."

"Why are you so out of breath?"

"I caught a cold yesterday."

"Is it serious? Is the money enough?"

The softness deep in his heart was stimulated, and tears almost burst out of his eyes. He quickly calmed down and continued:

"Dad, it's just a minor cold. You'll be fine in a few days. Let's talk about things at home."

"Don't worry about things at home, just study in peace."

"By the way, mom said she was going back to Maoxian more than half a month ago. Have you gone?" Huang Xiuyuan asked suddenly.

"I just went there the day before yesterday. Your grandmother was sick and your mother was worried."

"What? Grandma is sick? What is it?"

"..." Dad was silent for a moment before telling the specific situation: "He suffered a cerebral infarction and is in coma. He is under observation in the ICU. I have to go there in a few days."

Sure enough, Huang Xiuyuan's eyes flickered, his brain started racing, and soon he came up with a solution: "Dad, the medical quality of the small hospitals in Maoxian County is average. If grandma's condition stabilizes, I suggest going to West China Hospital in Chengdu. "

"I'll get there in a few days and we'll see what happens!" There was a hint of helplessness in Dad's tone.

"Dad, don't worry about my uncle. He will definitely not agree to go to Chengdu. At worst, our family will have money. Anyway, I am about to graduate, and the family can still make ends meet." Huang Xiuyuan said firmly.

"Okay then! This may give you less money to start a business."

"Money is an external thing. If you don't have it, you can make it again. Dad, don't worry and go to Shu Province!"

After hanging up the phone, Huang Xiuyuan clenched his fists. If the situation in his memory was correct, then he must stop his parents from staying in Maoxian County.

In the future that does not change, his mother will stay in Maoxian for a long time until May 12 because she has to take care of her grandmother.

It happened that my father was also visiting my grandmother in the hospital that day.

When he hurried back from the United States, it was too late. This incident became Huang Xiuyuan's lifelong regret.

There are still nearly four months until the day of May 12, and there are a lot of things he can do.

The scenes in his memory flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

These huge memories caused Huang Xiuyuan to fall into extreme mental instability. The side effects of hyperamnesia, coupled with these huge memories, caused inattention, mental anxiety and mild depression.

The effect of hyperamnesia is not only the benefit of photographic memory, but also the uncontrollable mental problems.

Because all memories of hyperamnesia patients will not be forgotten throughout their lives. These memories are very messy and difficult to classify, which will seriously affect their thinking ability.

Moreover, these mental problems will become increasingly serious as his memory capacity increases.