Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

During Zhang Yu's days of recuperation in the hospital, fragments of that mysterious space kept emerging in his mind.

The doctor said he had a mild concussion and the images might just be hallucinations during his coma.

But Zhang Yu knew that it was all true.

After being discharged from the hospital, he returned to his familiar office.

His colleagues welcomed his return, but Zhang Yu always felt something was different.

He began to notice some subtle details: there was a photo frame on his desk that he had never seen before, which contained a photo of him and a strange girl; there was a project file on his computer that he had no recollection of; even some items in his apartment that did not belong to him appeared.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yu stood in the living room, looking at an abstract painting hanging on the wall.

He remembered that he had never bought such a painting, but the signature on the painting was clearly in his handwriting.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Yu opened the door and saw a strange courier.

"Mr. Zhang, here's your package." The courier handed over an exquisite box.

Zhang Yu took the box and found that the sender column was blank.

He carefully opened the package, revealing a silver USB drive and a note.

The note read: "If you still remember that space, come find me here."

Below is an address, an abandoned factory on the edge of the city.

Zhang Yu's heartbeat quickened.

He looked at the USB flash drive in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then inserted it into the computer. There was only one video file in the USB flash drive.

The video began to play, and a familiar figure appeared in the screen—it was Zhang Yu, the first person he met in the space.

He looked much older than he remembered, with a tired look in his eyes.

"If you see this video, it means the plan was successful," Zhang Yu said in the video. "But it's not completely over. The influence of that space is still going on, and our memories are penetrating each other.

I found some clues about the true origin of this space. If you want to know the truth, come to me at the address on the note. "

The video ends here.

Zhang Yu sat in front of the computer, unable to calm down for a long time.

He looked at the time and it was already eight o'clock in the evening. After much hesitation, he decided to go to that address.

The abandoned factory is located on the edge of the city, surrounded by desolate surroundings.

Zhang Yu parked his car outside the factory and walked in with a flashlight.

The interior of the factory was in a dilapidated state, with rusted machines and broken glass everywhere.

"You're here." A voice came from the darkness.

Zhang Yu raised the flashlight and saw the Zhang Yu in the video.

He sat on a worn-out chair with various electronic devices in front of him.

"What is going on?" Zhang Yu asked, "Why are our memories penetrating each other?"

The other party sighed: "Because that space is not completely closed.

It is like a huge network, connecting all Zhang Yu in parallel time and space.

We thought we were shutting down the core, but we were actually only severing the surface connection. The deeper connection still exists.”

Zhang Yu felt a chill: "What will be the consequences?"

"In the worst case, all the Zhang Yus in time and space will gradually merge and eventually become a chaotic aggregate." The other party said, "But this may also be our opportunity. If we can control this connection, we can truly understand the nature of parallel time and space."

Just then, the lights in the factory suddenly came on.

Zhang Yu was surprised to find that countless screens appeared around him, and each screen showed a different Zhang Yu.

"Welcome to the real control center." Zhang Yu in the video stood up, "This is the core of the space. The previous one was just an appearance.

Now, we need all of Zhang Yu’s strength to completely solve this problem.”

Zhang Yu looked at the increasing number of screens around him and suddenly realized something: "So you have been guiding me all this time just for this moment?"

The other party nodded: "That's right. We need your help to complete the final procedure.

Only if all the Zhang Yus of time and space work together can we completely close this space while retaining our respective independence. "

Zhang Yu took a deep breath: "What should I do?"

"It's simple," the other party handed him a helmet-like device, "Put this on and let our consciousnesses connect together. Remember, no matter what you see, don't lose yourself."

Zhang Yu put on the helmet and instantly felt his consciousness being pulled into a huge vortex.

Countless memories came flooding back like the tide, and he saw countless of his own lives: some were happy, some were miserable, some were ordinary, and some were glorious.

Every memory is so real, as if he had experienced it himself.

“Stay awake!” a voice sounded in my mind, “Remember who you are!”

Zhang Yu tried hard to concentrate and grasp his core in the torrent of memories.

He saw the original space, saw countless scenes of himself killing each other, and also saw himself who finally chose to cooperate.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and all the memories began to separate in an orderly manner, returning to their respective time and space.

Zhang Yu felt his consciousness slowly returning, as if he had woken up from a long dream.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the factory floor.

Everything around me returned to normal, and the screens and electronic devices disappeared.

"It worked."

Zhang Yu in the video stood in front of him with a relieved smile on his face. "The space is completely closed, and all the Zhang Yus have returned to their own time and space. Our memories will gradually return to normal."

Zhang Yu sat up, feeling more relaxed than ever before: "What will you do?"

The other person’s silhouette began to become transparent: “I will return to my time and space.

Remember, Zhang Yu, no matter in which time and space, we must live well. Because every choice makes us unique. "

After saying this, his figure completely disappeared. Zhang Yu stood up, looked at the empty factory, and suddenly felt something in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a photo - the photo of the laboratory, with an extra line of words on the back:

“The meaning of life is not to be unique, but to live uniquely.”

Zhang Yu stood in the empty factory, and the photo in his hand seemed to still retain the warmth of another self.

He took a deep breath and carefully put the photo into his wallet.

When I walked out of the factory, the night breeze blew on my face, bringing the coolness of early autumn.

After returning to the apartment, Zhang Yu found that all the items that did not belong to him had disappeared.

The abstract painting on the wall was gone, replaced by a landscape photograph that he was familiar with.

When I opened the computer, the strange project file was gone.

Everything seemed to be back on track, but he knew that some things had changed forever.

The next morning, Zhang Yu went to work as usual. In the subway, he habitually turned on his phone, but saw a push news: "Famous physicist Dr. Zhang Yu announced a breakthrough discovery yesterday, which may rewrite the theory of parallel space-time..."

Zhang Yu was stunned. He clicked on the news and saw a familiar face - it was himself in a white coat that he had seen in the space.

"Dr. Zhang Yu" in the photo is being interviewed, with wisdom gleaming in his eyes.

“This is impossible…” Zhang Yu muttered to himself. He remembered that the space had been closed, and all the Zhang Yus should have returned to their respective time and space. Why did Dr. Zhang Yu of this world still exist?

With a lot of questions in mind, Zhang Yu got off the subway one stop early.

He opened the map on his phone and found the research institute where Dr. Zhang Yu worked.

Standing in front of the institute's imposing building, he hesitated for a moment, but finally walked in.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Zhang Yu here?" he asked the front desk.

The receptionist looked up at him and was suddenly stunned: "Dr. Zhang...Dr. Zhang? Didn't you just come in?"

Zhang Yu was startled and walked quickly towards the elevator. The moment the elevator door opened, he saw himself in a white coat. The two looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still.

"You are here as expected." Dr. Zhang Yu spoke first, "I have been waiting for you."

Zhang Yu followed the doctor to his office.

The walls were covered with various complicated formulas and charts, and on the desk was a strange device, which was exactly the one Zhang Yu had seen in the photo.

"The space is not completely closed, right?" Zhang Yu asked directly.

The doctor nodded. "You are very perceptive. The space is indeed closed, but the impact it left behind is still lingering.

Our world is developing subtle connections with other parallel time and space. "

Zhang Yu thought of the objects that suddenly appeared and disappeared: "So our memories can penetrate each other?"

"That's not all." The doctor walked over to the device, "I invented this device that can detect fluctuations in space and time. Recently, I discovered some anomalies."

He called up a set of data, "Look here, these fluctuations show that another space-time is approaching us."

Zhang Yu frowned: "What does this mean?"

"It means that the two time and space may collide." The doctor's expression became serious, "If this happens, the consequences will be disastrous.

The two worlds may merge, or they may destroy each other."

Zhang Yu felt a chill on his back: "What can we do?"

The Doctor turned and looked at him, “That’s why I need your help.

You have experienced that space and your understanding of parallel time and space is deeper than anyone else.

We need to find a way to separate them again before the space-time collision occurs.”

Just then, the lights in the office suddenly flickered.

The formulas on the wall began to distort, and faint cracks appeared in the air.

"Oh no!" the doctor shouted, "The time-space collision has happened earlier!"

Zhang Yu felt the ground beneath his feet shaking and the surrounding scenery began to distort.

He saw the walls of the office gradually become transparent, revealing the scene of another world: it was a city destroyed by war, with ruins and smoke everywhere.

"Quick!" The doctor pulled him to the device, "We must activate the space-time stabilizer!"

The two were frantically operating the equipment, but the distortion of time and space became more and more serious.

Zhang Yu saw that the scene of the other world became clearer and clearer, and he could even hear explosions and crying.

"It's too late!" The doctor suddenly stopped, "There is only one way." He looked at Zhang Yu, "We must enter that space again."

"What? But the space is closed..."

"No, it's still there, just in another form." The doctor quickly explained, "We can enter through consciousness and adjust the balance of time and space from the inside. But this is dangerous. If we fail, we may be lost there forever."

Zhang Yu looked at the increasingly chaotic scene around him and gritted his teeth: "I'll go with you."

The Doctor nodded and activated the device.

A dazzling light flashed, and Zhang Yu felt his consciousness being pulled out of his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in that pure white space.

But this time, the space was no longer peaceful. The walls were covered with cracks, and through the cracks one could see scenes from countless worlds.

Some are prosperous, some are desolate, some are peaceful, and some are at war.

"We must find the core of space." The doctor's voice came from behind, "Only by reprogramming the core can we repair the rift in space and time."

The two began to run in the distorted space.

Zhang Yu noticed that the space this time was much larger and more complicated than before.

They passed through broken scenes and saw countless versions of themselves: some were laughing, some were crying, some were fighting, and some were praying.

Suddenly, a familiar figure stood in front of them.

It was Zhang Yu, the first person I met. He looked more haggard than before.

"You can't go any further," he said. "The balance of space is too fragile.

Any change would likely cause greater disruption.”

"But we have no choice," the Doctor said. "If we don't act, all of time and space will be destroyed."

The other party was silent for a moment, then gave way: “Maybe you are right.

But remember, while repairing time and space, you must also respect the uniqueness of each world. "

On the way forward, Zhang Yu couldn't help but ask: "Why did the space become like this?"

The Doctor sighed, “Because we were too eager to cut off contact.

That space is like a delicate ecosystem. If we shut it down roughly, we will destroy the balance between time and space."

Finally, they arrived at the core of the space.

But unlike before, this was no longer the glowing sphere, but a huge, broken crystal.

Each fragment reflects a different world.

"Let's get started," the doctor said. "We need to adjust the frequency of all the fragments at the same time."

Zhang Yu nodded, and together with the doctor, he placed his hands on the crystal.

Instantly, countless information flooded into his mind. He saw Zhang Yu in all time and space, and felt their joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

This time, he did not resist, but tried to understand and accept each of himself.

As they adjusted, the crystals slowly began to heal.

The cracks in space gradually disappeared and the distorted scene returned to normal.

Zhang Yu felt his consciousness slowly being pulled away, and he knew that this time, the space would really be closed forever.

At the last moment, he heard the doctor's voice: "Remember, Zhang Yu, no matter in which time and space, we must live well. Because every choice makes us unique."

When Zhang Yu opened his eyes again, he was lying on his bed.

The sun shone through the curtains, and the alarm clock read seven in the morning. He sat up, feeling like everything was a dream.

But when he turned on his phone and saw the news push, he knew it was not a dream: "Renowned physicist Dr. Zhang Yu announced his retirement and said he would focus on theoretical research..."

Zhang Yu smiled.

He knew that at some time and space, the man in a white coat was continuing to explore the mysteries of the universe.

And in this world, he also has his own way to go.

He stood up and drew aside the curtains, letting the sunlight fill the room.

A new day began, and this time, he decided to live his best life.