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Chapter 664 Mental Image
Ai Liang sat on the small chair that was specially made for her, quietly watching the maid fiddling with the projector.

Before starting early childhood education, Ai Liang had already envisioned the kind of education she would receive.

Music? Art? Or discovering your own "genius" and choosing to learn elementary to high school level knowledge in advance?

None of them.

What Ai Liang was taught by his early childhood educator was not what he had imagined, but something that had never been in his consideration before—classical literature.

That's right, it's those ancient literary classics, poems, songs, and the like.

After Ai Liang displayed amazing "talent", his family only taught him the most basic addition and subtraction, without any intention to go any further, and directly let the teacher lead him on a crazy journey in literature.

In order to cover it up, Ai Liang had to have her maid buy several elementary school textbooks as a cover.

As an ordinary citizen, Ai Liang didn't understand the point of learning these things.

Inheriting culture? Cultivating character and deepening cultural literacy?

These things are too extravagant for people who are busy making a living and have to struggle for a living every day.

However, Ai Liang still obediently chose to listen attentively to the lecture.

Because I clearly won't have to struggle for a living in this lifetime, I can do whatever I want in the next twenty years or so, there's no rush.

As an adult in spirit, Ai Liang wouldn't actually say no to things she's not interested in as directly as a three-year-old.

My health prevents me from traveling far, and my family forbids me from using electronic entertainment devices for extended periods, so this isn't a bad way to pass the time.

Moreover, as long as it doesn't interfere with the main course schedule, the family won't mind if the student learns something else in their spare time.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious pipa sound rang out.

Ai Liang's attention was drawn to the large screen in front of her.

Meanwhile, the maid, having finished fiddling with the equipment, picked up the remote and drew the curtains. As the curtains on both sides converged in the middle, the room began to darken at a visible speed.

The early childhood educator took a tablet and sat down next to Ai Liang to begin today's video appreciation session.

As I listened, a sense of déjà vu washed over me.

It seems like I'm very familiar with this piece of music.

But Ai Liang knew very well that she had no interest in music in her previous life.

He doesn't watch short videos much and doesn't even know the popular music of each year, let alone the pipa, an instrument that is relatively unpopular among the general public.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The accompanying drumbeats began.

The steady, heavy tapping sounds seemed to strike Ai Liang's heart with each blow, making it hard for him to breathe.

Ai Liang's expression became dazed, and more and more bizarre images began to flash through her mind.

Unfamiliar faces, bizarre events—some involve drinking and chatting with acquaintances, while others involve a dark and windy night when a man in blue robes swiftly wields a knife.

These images span the past and present, as if he were bringing in someone's memories from a higher level, observing the historical process of this world in detail.

From the establishment to the collapse of the empire, from regional conflicts to the formation of a political system.

There is an unseen hand manipulating all of this behind the scenes.

Before they knew it, the performance had ended. The early childhood educator turned around to ask Ai Liang for her opinion on the piece, but found that Ai Liang was staring blankly at the big screen.

"Xiao Liang?"

The early childhood educator gently patted Ai Liang's shoulder, only to be met with his mechanical turning around.

Ai Liang opened her mouth as if to say something, but the next second her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

The early childhood educator swiftly caught Ai Liang's head and immediately shouted to the maid beside her, "Quickly, go and call the doctor!"

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Ai Liang's consciousness plunged into darkness, her body seemingly floating in the void.

where is this?
Ai Liang was somewhat confused. He tentatively reached out his hand, but to his surprise, he found that he could not sense the existence of his hands at all.

Moreover, Ai Liang discovered that she had lost not only her sense of touch, but also her sense of sight, hearing, taste, and smell.

Human beings have been stripped of all five senses.

Strangely, Ai Liang did not feel any fear because of this; on the contrary, she felt a sense of comfort, like a baby returning to the womb.

This feeling prompted Ai Liang to slowly squat down and curl up her body.

Is it this movement? After all, having lost his five senses, he couldn't be sure of his current posture.

After an unknown amount of time, a cool, refreshing sensation appeared.

Unlike the biting cold felt before birth, this coolness is as refreshing as a mountain spring in the sweltering heat.

Ai Liang slowly unfolded her curled-up body, and the chill spread from her chest to her limbs and bones.

Gradually, Ai Liang discovered that she could perceive the existence of her body, and her sense of touch had been restored.

Next comes hearing and vision.

As for his sense of smell and taste, he couldn't be sure yet, but his intuition told him that Ai Liang should have recovered these two as well.

Ai Liang slowly opened her eyes.

The blue sky shines on the water, and the water reflects the blue sky.

Apart from the blue sky and clear water, there is nothing else in the entire space.

He couldn't even tell whether he was standing on the water or hanging upside down in the sky.

Ai Liang moved her feet slightly, and shallow ripples spread outwards, returning to calm before reaching a meter away.

Gazing at the boundless water, Ai Liang unconsciously took steps forward, each step creating ripples, while her perspective gradually rose.

Zheng……

A faint melody drifted from afar.

Ai Liang seemed to have found her target, and turned around to walk quickly towards the direction from which the music was coming.

Two blurry figures gradually appeared in the previously empty distance.

As Ai Liang approached, the two figures gradually solidified.

"This is……"

Ai Liang stopped and looked at the early childhood teacher in disbelief.

And opposite the early childhood educator was my younger self.

"No, my body?"

Ai Liang raised her hands and slowly lowered her head.

Previously, I had been walking on empty water without any specific landmarks.

It was only when Ai Liang compared herself as a child that she realized her body had transformed into that of someone in their early twenties.

"Where am I? Am I dead again? Could it be that what's causing my headaches isn't hyperthymesia, but some terminal illness that my family has been hiding from me?"

Ai Liang frowned and began to recall scenes of her time with her family, trying to discern unease or regret from their expressions.

Unfortunately, yet thankfully, neither her maternal grandfather nor her parents, nor even the housekeeper, doctor, or maid, showed any hidden pity when they were with her.

"Xiao Liang, how about you accompany Grandpa for a walk in the garden?"

Feng Chengfu's words pulled Ai Liang's thoughts out of the waves of memories.

It's unclear when exactly, but Ai Liang was surrounded by people.

Familiar things and scenes began to appear on the previously empty water surface.

The image of me taking my first unsteady steps, the image of me curling up in my maid's arms, clutching my head because of a headache for the first time, the image of me engrossed in reading a book...

(End of this chapter)