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“Sorry,” she murmured, gently patting VV’s head. “I didn’t mean to forget about you.”

After rubbing her forehead and taking a deep breath, Zhao Ying Jun returned to her seat on the soft sofa. She leaned back against the cushions, trying to figure out the cause of this strange, “supernatural” event.

From a logical, scientific point of view, something like this just didn’t happen. Having a child isn’t instantaneous. It takes at least nine months to carry a baby. As a woman, she would know if she had gone through that—no doubt about it. And that girl, Yan Qiao Qiao, couldn’t possibly be her daughter.

“Ugh…” Zhao Ying Jun sighed, feeling a headache starting.

At first, she thought she might have found a long-lost sibling—maybe a child her parents had in secret. But instead, she was told that Yan Qiao Qiao was her daughter! It would have been easier to accept the story that Yan Qiao Qiao was just the granddaughter of a distant relative.

So, what now?

Zhao Ying Jun quickly regained her composure. Everything had to have a reason.

Having lived alone and thought logically for years, she put aside her emotions and started to think about where the real problem could be.

“The problem isn’t with me,” she said firmly. “Which means…”

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the dim ceiling. “The problem lies with that little girl.”

Where did Yan Qiao Qiao come from? Who was she really? She needed to get to the bottom of this.

Zhao Ying Jun wasn’t usually someone who worried too much about details, but this involved her reputation. Plus, having a daughter suddenly appear out of nowhere didn’t make sense. She had to find the truth—not just for herself, but for her parents and even for Yan Qiao Qiao.

“But if she really is my daughter… what should I do?” The thought filled her with confusion.

At only 25, she had no idea how to handle this. She wasn’t prepared to be a mother; she didn’t know how to raise a child or even how to relate to one.

It wasn’t really her fault. For both men and women, becoming part of a family should happen gradually. Who would expect to suddenly be introduced to a teenage daughter and be asked to accept it?

There was no warmth, no sentiment—just shock, rejection, and a chill down her spine.

“I’ll go see Yan Qiao Qiao tomorrow,” Zhao Ying Jun decided, letting go of her complicated feelings. The problem was already here; there was no point in denying or avoiding it. She had to face it. The root of all this was that little girl, so she needed to find answers from her.

Feeling more resolved, Zhao Ying Jun stood up from the sofa, opened the fridge, and looked for something to eat.

…

“Hahaha!” Big Cat Face laughed heartily, holding a large pork hock in his hand. He tore it in half, placing one half on Lin Xian’s plate and the other on CC’s plate. His mood was unusually cheerful.

“Speaking of this village, you probably don’t know this,” he began, “but even before I became the village chief, back when my dad was in charge, this place was already called ‘Big Cat’s Village.’”

“Do you know why? Because when I was born, it was considered a sign of good fortune! Even though it was late at night, the moment I was born, all the chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, and even the pigs in their pens started making noises that sounded like my name.”

“Snorting ‘Big Cat Face’?” CC asked, looking at Big Cat Face, who was now flushed from drinking. She was skeptical of the story. “How could chickens and pigs do that?”

“Ah, sister-in-law, let your big brother finish,” Big Cat Face said, swaying his bamboo cup of wine and shaking his head. “Big Cat Face is just my nickname, not my real name. Ever since I was born, my face has been big; the midwife even said my face was round like a big pancake. That’s how the nickname stuck.”

“But I do have a real name! My father was quite the intellectual of his time and gave me a nice-sounding name, but… no one has ever called me by it.”

Thunk!

Lin Xian set down his bamboo wine cup, blinking at Big Cat Face. “You actually have a real name?”

“Of course I do, little brother!” Big Cat Face scoffed. “Everyone has a name!”

“Speaking of your father…” Lin Xian continued, “He always felt like a legendary figure—famous but never seen. He seemed impressive and smart. By the way, what’s his name?”

All this time, Lin Xian had never known Big Cat Face’s father’s name.

Big Cat Face sighed softly and said in a low voice, “Chen Heping.”

Lin Xian stared at the half-greasy pork hock on his plate, thinking about the name. It sounded solid and respectable.

Chen Heping was a genius who once figured out the Universal Constant of 42 using only pen and paper. That certainly lived up to his name.

Lin Xian realized that in this dream world, Big Cat Face seemed to be all alone. He hadn’t seen his parents, his gentle wife, his rebellious daughter, or even a younger version of Big Cat Face.

He decided not to ask about them. In this era, without modern medicine, even a minor illness could become deadly.

“I heard your father left behind a lot of research notes?” Lin Xian asked. “Could I take a look at them later?”

“Of course, little brother! You’re one of us now; no need to be shy. Do whatever you want! Hahaha!” Big Cat Face downed a few more cups of grain alcohol, wiping his greasy hands on Lin Xian’s shoulder. “He wrote plenty of notes. They’re all in the room next door. Before he got sick and passed away, he said that any kid who loves learning should go study them. He always believed that knowledge is the only way to change one’s fate.”

“But in these times, can knowledge fill your stomach? Ever since my dad died, no one has gone into that room or taught any more classes… From that point on, Big Cat’s Village has stayed pretty much the same. And honestly, we’ve done okay. At least we don’t worry about food and clothing.”

“Ah, let’s not talk about such depressing stuff! Tonight’s a happy time! Come on, cheers! After we drink, let’s dance around the bonfire!”

Big Cat Face raised his cup, clinked it with Lin Xian and CC, and then downed it in one gulp. He then grabbed Da Zhuang, Er Zhuzi, and San Pang, dragging them with staggering steps to the center of the village where a bonfire blazed several meters high.

With the rhythm of drums made from animal skins, they twisted around the fire, singing and dancing with the villagers.

CC nibbled on some fruit from the table, watching the dancing crowd with a slight smile. “If I’d known they were this nice, we wouldn’t have had to go through all that fighting and sneaking around. If I’d known they were so simple, I’d have joined them much sooner.”

Lin Xian chuckled and shook his head. “Getting along with people takes the right approach.”

“But sneaking in by yourself wouldn’t have been so easy,” he added. “Getting past Er Zhuzi would’ve needed a ‘sister-in-law’ or ‘wife’ title as a ticket… It takes two people working together.”

CC tossed aside the fruit pit and looked at Lin Xian. “So, do I still need to keep pretending?”

She wiped her hands. “Teacher Wei even taught me some tricks to act like a wife.”

“No need,” Lin Xian waved his hand. “Your acting is too over-the-top. Like I said at the beginning, there’s no need to act. Just be yourself. The people of Big Cat’s Village aren’t that complicated.”

“Besides, Teacher Wei taught you to act like his lover—like that clingy, sweet type… That style clearly doesn’t suit you.”

He picked up a piece of fruit and handed it to CC. “Didn’t you notice? Back at the village gate, your overdramatic performance seemed out of place. Didn’t it feel awkward?”

“Not really,” CC shrugged. “I didn’t feel anything special. Mainly, I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t know what real love is supposed to be like, or how people in love should act.”

“You might be oversimplifying things, Lin Xian. Surviving in this world is already hard enough. There aren’t any books or stories to guide us. Normally, kids my age wouldn’t have any way to understand this stuff.”

She took the fruit from him and turned to look at the lively dance by the bonfire. Every era has its own ways of having fun. The methods might change, but joy seems to be universal.

“Do you know how to dance?” CC asked, turning to Lin Xian.

“I do,” he nodded. “But not this kind of dance.”

He smiled wryly. “This must be the unique ‘Cat Dance’ of Big Cat’s Village. It doesn’t have any rules. I don’t get it.”

“Hey, there’s nothing to get!” Suddenly, Er Zhuzi’s voice came from behind. Startled, they turned around and found him standing there, as elusive as ever.

Er Zhuzi, also slightly tipsy, grinned and grabbed their hands. “Come, come! I’ll teach you!”

“No, no, that’s alright,” Lin Xian politely declined. He had come to Big Cat’s Village for a reason. He planned to go into Big Cat Face’s father’s room soon to check out the notes he’d left behind. After that, he needed to find Gao Wen’s safe in a corner of the village and try to open it to see what was inside.

However, Er Zhuzi was persistent. He dragged them to the bonfire, where the flames illuminated everyone’s faces.

Er Zhuzi put Lin Xian’s and CC’s hands together. “Just hold each other like this and follow my lead.”

Er Zhuzi began to lead the dance, signaling for Lin Xian and CC to move in time with him.

Lin Xian was reluctant, but to keep his true intentions hidden, he had no choice but to blend in and start tapping his feet like in a tap dance.

It was obvious this was CC’s first time dancing. She had to keep an eye on Er Zhuzi’s moves while trying not to step on Lin Xian’s feet. It felt like trying to walk in someone else’s shoes—awkward and clumsy.

But she was determined to learn. This determination reminded Lin Xian of Chu An Qing.

The flames danced in CC’s eyes, giving her a lively and warm expression, softening her normally cold demeanor. It made Lin Xian briefly recall that unforgettable New Year’s Eve in 2023…

Chu An Qing, in a blue evening gown, looked like a forest fairy as she led him through a stunning waltz. It was his first time dancing with her, and also the last.

He suddenly remembered a saying: “Many times, without realizing it, you’ve already seen someone for the last time.”

Lin Xian felt that deeply now. Maybe meeting CC again in the Fifth Dream world was a miracle in itself.

But what about the next dream? Would she be there again? What would the world look like?

Lin Xian couldn’t be sure.

Right now, he was teaching CC the dance steps around the fire, wondering if she would still be there in the next dream.

“Oops.” CC accidentally stepped on Lin Xian’s foot. She smiled apologetically. “Sorry.”

Lin Xian’s thoughts snapped back to the present at her apologetic smile. “Don’t look at Er Zhuzi. I’ll teach you.”

There were only a few moves in this bonfire dance, and after watching twice, Lin Xian had memorized them all. Like he said, if the people of Big Cat’s Village could learn this dance, it couldn’t be that hard.

He took CC’s hands and led her through the steps. One step at a time, they danced around the bonfire, moving gracefully in sync with the beat of the animal-skin drums.

Soon, CC picked up the steps and didn’t need Lin Xian’s guidance anymore. She was dancing smoothly, keeping up with the rhythm.

“You really do have a talent,” Lin Xian complimented her. “Your coordination has always been good, and you have a natural sense for the arts.”

“You’re the first person to ever say that,” CC replied. “But this is actually the first dance I’ve ever learned. I never had the chance to dance before, and no one ever taught me. Thank you.”

“No need to be so polite,” Lin Xian said, as they continued to dance to the increasingly intense drumbeats, reaching the climax of the bonfire party.

“This is nice,” CC said, gazing at the roaring flames of the bonfire. Her expression was hard to read—was it joy, or maybe a bit of sadness? “But… if we meet again tomorrow or in the future, will I forget these steps and have to start all over?”

Lin Xian nodded. “That depends on how good your memory fragments are. In each world, I’ll meet you many times, but you’ll only remember one of those encounters.”

“If you’re lucky, maybe in the next world, you’ll remember this night’s dance steps. But I doubt it… Your memory fragments usually focus on things that happened right before the world changes. The farther back in time, the less you remember.”

The villagers’ drumbeats were reaching a frenzied pace, and they could stop at any moment, signaling the end of the bonfire dance.

“I’ll try to remember,” CC said with a smile—a smile just like Chu An Qing’s. Her eyes curved like a crescent moon, her lips forming a slight dimple. Pure and bright, it momentarily dazzled Lin Xian. “Thank you for teaching me this dance.”

Thud—

The final drumbeat suddenly stopped.

The crowd around them halted, scattering, clapping, and cheering.

Lin Xian and CC let go of each other’s hands. They each took a step back, standing on opposite sides of the bonfire, separated by what felt like an ocean of fire.

Just like the vast Pacific Ocean between Brooklyn and Donghai City—far apart, yet still on the same planet.

“Genius!” Er Zhuzi clapped enthusiastically and ran over, giving CC a thumbs-up. “Sister-in-law, you really are a genius!”

Then he turned to Lin Xian. “And you’re not bad, little brother!”

“You might not know this, but this cloth sun hat I’m wearing is last year’s prize for winning the village dance contest… Look at the craftsmanship, the stitches… So delicate! Not something our little village could make, which is why it’s a prize for the winner!”

“But I see your dance skills aren’t below mine. You’ve got real talent, so I’ve decided—”

Er Zhuzi swiftly took off his green cloth sun hat and put it on Lin Xian’s head. “You shall be crowned king!”

“No, no…” Lin Xian quickly removed the ‘curse’ and hurriedly put the hat back on Er Zhuzi’s head. “I’m still not there yet; you’re the dance king!”

It was strange. Why did Er Zhuzi keep trying to put a green hat on his head? What a weird sense of ceremony.

Finally, it was time for free activities and casual chatting. After eating and drinking their fill, the villagers stood or sat around different corners, chatting and sharing stories.

This gave Lin Xian a chance to enter Big Cat Face’s father’s house, Chen Heping’s room, with CC.

Luckily, Big Cat’s Village’s animal husbandry and hunting were very advanced. They had plenty of oil, an essential material for making oil lamps. Even in a room that hadn’t been entered for years, there were two big oil lamps.

CC brought a burning branch from the bonfire and lit the two lamps, illuminating Big Cat Face’s father’s room.

The room was neat and clean, clearly well-maintained. There was a small bookshelf with several notebooks made of rough paper, bound together. It seemed like an advanced technology in a village like this, probably an ancient paper-making method.

Lin Xian and CC each took a notebook and began to read.

The one Lin Xian picked up had many poems written in it… likely discovered and recorded by Big Cat Face’s father during his archaeological work. It even included “Yueyang Tower,” which Da Zhuang had enthusiastically recited earlier in the day.

Recalling what Da Zhuang and Big Cat Face had said, Lin Xian realized that when Big Cat Face’s father was alive, he would often teach the village children, sharing his knowledge. After his death, the school became abandoned, and Big Cat’s Village officially entered the era of Big Cat Face, embracing a wilder lifestyle.

Continuing to flip through the notebook, Lin Xian noticed that it was filled with ancient poems, many incomplete or incorrect.

Of course, Big Cat Face’s father didn’t know they were wrong, but Lin Xian had memorized them, and he could see where the mistakes were. It wasn’t Big Cat Face’s father’s fault. Just finding these cultural relics through archaeology was already quite impressive.

“CC, what’s written in yours?” Lin Xian asked, setting his notebook down and looking over at CC by the other lamp.

“It’s about math,” CC replied, handing him the notebook. “Simple arithmetic.”

Math?

Lin Xian’s curiosity was piqued. He took the rough notebook and flipped through it. Indeed… it was filled with simple arithmetic problems—not even as hard as the equations taught by Zheng Xiang Yue. Too basic.

Lin Xian had hoped to find clues about the Universal Constant of 42, but after going through all the notebooks, he was sure… Big Cat Face’s father in the Fifth Dream world hadn’t been involved in studying Universal Constants.

That made sense. In the catastrophic year 2400, Earth underwent massive upheavals, changing everything.

In previous dreams, the reason Big Cat Face’s father had continued researching Universal Constants was because of a single book found in the grave of Liu Feng’s girlfriend, Li Qi Qi, titled “Introduction to Universal Constants.”

Though this book was written in Lin Xian’s era, it was proven to be completely wrong and worthless, so no publisher wanted to print it. Li Qi Qi had to self-publish a single copy.

Just that one copy.

The only one in the world.

At least, for the next few hundred years, there was no other copy of “Introduction to Universal Constants” on Earth.

Clearly, in the future world of the Fifth Dream world, the catastrophic disaster had destroyed everything. Most healthy humans had left for Mars, and Earth was abandoned.

Naturally, the only copy of “Introduction to Universal Constants” was never discovered, and it never reached Big Cat Face’s father. The research on the Universal Constant of 42 thus came to an end.

Time and space are logically intertwined—miss one thing by an inch, and you’re off by miles.

“Let’s go check out Gao Wen’s safe,” Lin Xian said, placing Big Cat Face’s father’s notebook back where it belonged. He picked up an oil lamp, and he and CC walked to the edge of the village.

The aluminum alloy safe was there. With the oil lamp held up, they could see that the brute-force method had already tried combinations up to 00002701.

Only 2,700 possible combinations were left!

At the fastest pace, it would take less than an hour to open Gao Wen’s safe.

“Thank you, Big Cat’s Village,” Lin Xian said sincerely. “If they hadn’t spent years breaking down nearly a billion password combinations for us, we wouldn’t be opening this safe today.”

“Is this safe really that important?” CC asked. “Do you know this person named Gao Wen?”

Lin Xian didn’t deny it but didn’t confirm it either. “I wouldn’t say I know him, and I’m not sure if this Gao Wen is the Gao Wen I know.”

“But if he is the Gao Wen I know—the academician Gao Wen—then what’s inside this safe is worth the anticipation.”

“Academician Gao Wen was a true genius. His inventions once changed the entire world and reshaped all futures.”

“I believe a true genius won’t just disappear. If he used a aluminum alloy safe, there’s a good chance he went into a cryo-chamber to travel to the future.”

“In such a situation, they usually leave something very important for their future selves… Anyway, there aren’t many possible passwords left. Let’s open it and see what’s inside.”

CC turned to look at the eight password dials. “They’ve already tried up to 00002701. Let’s continue from there and keep cracking it one by one.”

“No, no,” Lin Xian said, always someone who listened to reason. He reset the dials to 00000000 and smiled. “We’ll start from 00000000. Even though it doesn’t matter where you start with brute-force methods, it’s still a lesson worth learning.”

He began turning the dial on the far right, testing each combination one by one:

00000001,

00000002,

00000003,

…

Click, click, click. The familiar sound of a lock not opening.

For so long, so many aluminum alloy safes, so many dream adventures… Lin Xian had never managed to open one.

Right now, maybe, he would finally break that streak!

Click, click, click.

As the numbers on the dials kept increasing, Lin Xian’s lips tightened. He couldn’t help but feel a bit excited and nervous.

Click, click, click.

00000039,

00000040,

00000041,

He pressed the latch.

Still nothing.

Lin Xian adjusted the last digit of the combination.

The aluminum alloy safe’s dials now read—

00000042

This…

This was a very familiar number, a number he had seen many times.

It was exactly like the value on Liu Feng’s time clock: 0.0000042, just without the decimal point.

Lin Xian didn’t think too much about it and mechanically pressed the latch—

Boom.

With a deep sound that had been sealed away for centuries, the aluminum alloy safe clicked open!

“It’s open… it actually opened!” CC immediately jumped up from the stone bench, eyes wide open.

Even though they knew the brute-force method would eventually crack the safe, when it actually happened…

It still felt unbelievable!

Lin Xian stayed silent. He was still puzzled. Why such a coincidence?

The password Gao Wen set for his safe was not only related to 42 but also exactly matched the space-time curvature of the current timeline…

What could this mean?

With these questions in mind, Lin Xian opened the dusty aluminum alloy safe.

Inside, the safe was nearly empty.

Only in the bottom corner lay a notebook, entirely laminated in plastic.

Lin Xian gently picked it up.

Thanks to the full plastic sealing, it remained perfectly preserved even after hundreds of years, just like the small laminated paper from Zheng Xiang Yue, still clear and readable.

He opened the sacred and heavy notebook.

CC brought the oil lamp closer, and they both looked at the title page.

Through the intact plastic cover, they could clearly see several lines of black handwriting left on the paper inside—

[My name is Gao Wen. This diary was stored on December 7, 2201. I plan to enter a cryo-chamber and wake up within a safe 10-year window to retrieve this diary without losing my memory.]

[If you’re reading this and you are not Gao Wen, it means…]

[I am already dead.]