Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Li Bao'er had a million questions for this strange child. Yesterday, after Liu Shu pointed out that she looked like Wu Peng'en, memories suddenly flooded her mind. Some were her own growth in modern society, while others were the growth of this body's inhabitants, Li Baobao, whom she hadn't experienced. A massive, chaotic jumble of fragmented memories swirled and intertwined in Li Bao'er's mind, causing her brain to overload and crash. When she awoke, she felt as if she had been transported to another world, unsure of what day it was. She even began to doubt whether she was the thirty-year-old test engineer Li Bao'er or the sixteen-year-old village girl Li Baobao.

This illusion terrified Li Bao'er—terrified of losing herself, terrified of the collapse of all her initial beliefs. If her self-awareness could be altered, then what difference was there between her and a robot whose program could be updated at any time?

In her terror, Li Bao'er's first thought was to find the strange child in the steamed bun shop in the small town on the outskirts of Beijing. Although the child spoke many cryptic words, Li Bao'er knew clearly that this child needed her to live; Li Bao'er was certain that this child knew everything.

The only thing Li Bao'er knew about this child was that he had repeatedly stopped her from eating the steamed buns from the steamed bun shop in the small town on the outskirts of Beijing.

After settling down, Li Bao'er steadied herself and first asked herself the question that mattered most: "Who am I?"

The adorable little boy smiled, swinging his chubby little legs on the bench, and asked, "Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Human wisdom is truly astonishing."

Li Bao'er suppressed her inner complaints and sat obediently waiting for the little girl to continue.

“You are Li Bao’er, and you are also Li Baobao. You should know the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of being a butterfly; you are that Zhuang Zhou.”

Li Bao'er asked incredulously, "You mean, I'm Li Baobao? Li Bao'er's life is a dream?"

"No. You are Li Baobao, and you are also Li Bao'er. If you live long enough, thousands of years from now, when you integrate into that modern society as Li Bao'er, can you say that you are just Li Bao'er and not the Li Baobao from a thousand years ago? When the memories of you from thousands of years in the future are injected into your body in advance, can you say that you are just Li Baobao and not the Li Bao'er from a thousand years in the future?"

Li Bao'er fell silent.

She suddenly understood why her deskmate in middle school could never understand math class.

So Li Bao'er changed her question: "Can I go back to the modern world? How can I go back?"

"Actually, as I said before, there is only one world."

Li Bao'er understood these words, and her heart was instantly filled with sorrow and despair.

Seeing Li Bao'er so lost and dejected, the little child felt a pang of pity. "Come here," the little child said, taking Li Bao'er's hand, "I'll show you one of the futures."

A vast illusion immediately appeared before Li Bao'er's eyes: she was standing at the east gate of the military camp, swatting flies, then Peng Zizheng killed her, the army returned to the capital, a young man in a dragon robe killed a beautiful woman in palace attire with a single stroke, and Peng Zizheng was slowly torturing a handsome man who looked eight-tenths like her. Then the scene spun rapidly, and she saw an asteroid in space with a tail crashing into this blue planet.