Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 63: Alien Liu Bei, Particle Collider Completed

"Lin Yun is a pitiful child."

Yang Weining and Li Youyu were chatting on the balcony. Through the glass window, they could see Ye Wenjie tutoring the two children.

"Someone developed biological weapons and used the border battlefield as a testing ground. Her mother unfortunately died from being stung by wasps. Her father was a high-ranking military officer who devoted most of his energy to his work and didn't have much time to spend with her."

"She's quite pitiful... How did you meet her?"

"Dongdong was playing house nearby," Yang Weining said with a smile. "She played a weak little princess, and then Lin Yun appeared and beat up all the little boys who were pretending to bully Dongdong. That night, Wenjie and I went from house to house apologizing to them, and that's how we met."

Later, she learned about Lin Yun's family situation. Her father was often away, so she lived with her elderly parents. Wenjie liked her, so she gave her a key to the house so she could come anytime, and the two girls would have company.

"fine."

Lin Yun is a very charismatic person. Having grown up with her, there's definitely no need to worry about Yang Dong's suicide due to setbacks.

After a while, Ye Wenjie finished her class, then took a bowl of mung bean soup and led the two children, one big and one small, to the rooftop to look at the stars. Li Youyu and Yang Weining followed.

The rooftop is filled with flowers and plants. As soon as you step out of the stairwell, you can smell a scent that blends concrete and grass—a scent unique to midsummer.

In the center of the rooftop was a small stone table. Ye Wenjie placed the mung bean soup in her hand on the table, divided it into five portions, and handed them to everyone. Li Youyu took a sip and found it sweet.

After serving the mung bean soup, Ye Wenjie took a green laser pointer, pointed at the stars in the sky, and told Yang Dong and Lin Yun a story about the starry sky. Yang Dong wasn't listening at all, broke free from his mother's embrace, and ran wildly among the flowers and plants. Lin Yun sat by the stone table, quietly yawning. Ye Wenjie reached out and pulled Lin Yun into her arms. Seeing this, Yang Dong also ran over and snuggled into his mother's arms. The two children, like two kittens, quietly nestled together.

At this moment, Ye Wenjie's heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction. She was surrounded by her family, and the summer night sky was full of stars. The beautiful dream she had had a few years ago had quietly come true.

If she could, Ye Wenjie wished that this day would never end.

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After returning from Ye Wenjie's house, Li Youyu rarely went out, spending his days holed up in the Deep Space Research Department playing with Li Bai.

During this period, with the support of the high-end chip and computer team, Ning Shi's technical capabilities have improved rapidly. Li Bai now has long-term memory and has independently scanned and loaded more than 100 million books from the Capital Library. It can be said that Li Bai, who was a primary school student just beginning to understand the world, has now grown into a robust teenager.

Two months later, as National Day approached, Zhang Bin sent a message.

He said he occasionally gets inspiration in his dreams, and when he wakes up, he writes as if guided by divine inspiration. He has thoroughly understood the cause and effect of ball lightning, but if he wants to further build a macro-atomic model, he still needs to capture ball lightning and study it.

Li Youyu knew that this was Zhang Bin's wife, who had become a quantum ghost, exerting her power.

Capturing ball lightning is actually quite simple. Unexcited ball lightning usually exists in the sky. All you need is a storage battery and to connect one end of a wire to it to successfully capture it.

The challenge lies in ensuring that the conductive parts of this energy storage battery possess superconducting properties.

The development of superconducting materials comes from particle colliders.

Now, another project is waiting for a particle collider.

There's no rush. The construction of the Liangxiang particle collider base has been accelerated by a construction corps drawn from above, working day and night.

The completion date has been brought forward again and again, and it will be completed and put into use by the beginning of next year.

As winter arrived in 83, the Quantum Ghost seemed to cease its activities as the weather grew colder, remaining silent after the appearance of the second letter.

Nuwa's Pacifier Project has been sending messages to the Trisolaran coordinates for half a year, continuously eroding the Trisolarans' thinking.

It must be said that Liu Chuan's eye for selecting information is still very sharp. Two months ago, after replacing the elementary school students' diaries with short stories, some of the content made Zhang Zhi'ao, who helped review them, want to take a closer look.

The next step is to move on to the novella.

Liu Chuan made preparations in advance, taking the text of the future launch plan to Zhang Zhi'ao to discuss.

It's a love story.

Zhang Zhi'ao thought it was alright, but as he read on, he suddenly lost his breath.

"This...this is Huang Wen, isn't it?"

If this were shown outside, it would be considered hooliganism and someone would be arrested and sentenced. If people knew that Earthlings were showing this to aliens, I wonder what they would think.

"How can appropriate literary creation become a synonym for unhealthy thinking?" Liu Chuan shook his head. "Do you think the statue of David is dirty?"

The David statue was created by the Florentine artist Michelangelo during the Renaissance. The overall shape is that of a naked young man in battle. When it is placed in art or history textbooks, students often paint some parts of his body with artificial mosaics, but this does not prevent it from becoming a representative work of the entire history of Western art.

Some people feel instinctively shy when they see his incredibly realistic depiction of the human body. Others, however, only feel awe and reverence for Michelangelo's artistic achievements.

Liu Chuan believed that his writings, like the David statue, were art. As for how the words were expressed, that was merely a form.

"I certainly don't think it's dirty." Zhang Zhihao flipped through the later chapters of the novel with great interest. He was just worried that the Trisolarans wouldn't be able to accept it.

This novel is a love story between an Earth astronaut and an alien individual. The most abstract thing is that it actually contains a lot of descriptions of sexual desire. The two are from different civilizations and their reproductive organs don't even match, but Liu Chuan's writing actually made Zhang Zhi'ao emotionally moved. He's a real genius.

"I have a feeling," Zhang Zhihao said. "You're going to become famous. Very famous."

This can no longer be described as a banned book. If Liu Chuan wrote it, he would probably be hunted down by the Trisolaran rulers and humanity.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Liu Chuan lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and took a satisfying drag.

"The Lord doesn't care."

Zhang Zhi'ao glanced wisely at Liu Chuan, unsure whether the man was referring to the Trisolarans or himself.

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In 84, while most people were still enjoying the laughter and merriment brought by Cosmos cigarettes, a silent ribbon-cutting ceremony was quietly beginning at the Two-Town Particle Collision Base.

February 4th, the third day of the Lunar New Year, is the beginning of spring. It is auspicious to visit relatives and friends, but inauspicious to start a business or break ground.

A small platform was erected at the entrance of the Liangxiang Particle Collider for a temporary ribbon-cutting ceremony. Some administrative leaders from the Chinese Academy of Sciences and Li Youyu stood on the platform.

"Isn't this a bit unlucky?"

Zhang Zhi'ao stood below the stage, flipping through the taboo items on the almanac.

The senior colleague standing next to him slapped him on the shoulder, saying, "The schedule for the use of the particle collider in our group is already a huge book. We're in a real bind, why are you still picking dates?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhi'ao dared not utter a sound.

On stage, the ribbon-cutting ceremony began, and the leaders, according to their rank, started to speak. It was unclear what they were saying. The office staff delivered lengthy speeches, making the senior colleagues in the audience somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why all the talk? Just let us in! These newcomers are getting more and more bureaucratic. Back in the Gobi Desert, we'd just have a glass of water and a drink and that was it! They picked up those bad habits from the Russians!"

"Hey, don't be so loud. It's a joyous occasion, good things take time. Just wait a little longer."

"It's Li's turn next. Guess what he'll say?"

"I don't know, but I see there are seven or eight more behind us. Are we really going to have to spend two hours doing this?"

Twenty minutes had passed since the first speaker finished. In Liangxiang, the winter temperature was still quite low, and everyone's noses were red from the wind.

"I think we'll be able to get in soon."

As a special guest, Zhang Zhi'ao sat in the front row. After receiving those knowing looks from his brothers, he turned to comfort the other senior members of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"What's the use of Xiao Li speaking so fast? There are still so many people behind us. Rather than that, I'd rather listen to him say a few more words. I love listening to him talk, hahaha."

"No problem, Xiao Li speaks with a lot of energy, and I like listening to him."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Li Youyu walked to the microphone in front of the ribbon. Just as he picked up the microphone, he looked around and spotted the conference attendant wearing a mink cheongsam. His eyes lit up, and he walked over, picked up a large pair of scissors, and single-handedly cut the ribbon in half.

The host was stunned.

With that cut, what about the others? They won't even have a picture of them!

Li Youyu walked to the microphone, rubbed his nose, and simply said, "The ceremony is over. Hurry up, everyone, let's create a cosmic black hole!"

The idea that high-energy particles from a particle collider could collide and create a black hole on Earth is a joke only physicists would understand.

People usually joke that the moment Liangxiang Base is launched will be the end of the world, and everyone laughed when they heard Li Youyu bring the joke to the stage.

Zhang Zhi'ao led the applause, stood up and walked towards the particle collider control room. The other seniors who had long intended to do the same followed behind, leaving the ribbon-cutting platform unattended.

"Boss, shall we continue...?"

"Hehe... Forget it, we don't know much about the technology, let's leave the stage to them."

Upon entering the Liangxiang Collider, the personnel were divided into two groups: one group went into the control room, and the other group stood on the observation platform of the giant circular tunnel.

Li Youyu stood on the observation platform, the entire collider base stretching as far as the eye could see.

This was the first time he had ever seen this giant steel python with its head and tail joined together up close.

He looked up and saw that the equipment in the control room was already lit up, and the scholars who had been waiting for years were making OK signs in front of the window, eager to begin their first attempt.

"Injection initiated."

A moment later, the engineer's voice came over the loudspeaker.

At first, Li Youyu didn't feel anything.

But soon, a deep buzzing sound pierced Li Youyu's eardrums.

The particle collider's cooling system has begun injecting liquid helium into the pipes to maintain the low temperature.

"Xiao Li, sit tight, get ready to speed up."

Over the loudspeaker, someone reminded Li Youyu.

He looked outside and saw that on the outer shell of the particle accelerator, sections of lights symbolizing the flow of particles were lighting up.

Each time the particle stream passes through the collider's cavity, its speed gets closer to the speed of light. They will circle the collider, which has a radius of five kilometers, millions of times, and then collide head-on at a point thinner than a hair, shattering and recreating the state of the universe in the first few microseconds after its birth. Various detectors installed inside the particle collider will read all the data from this instant. Physicists analyze this data to understand microscopic particles and develop new materials.

On the observation platform, there is a simple screen connected to the observation computer at the collider.

When the broadcast announced that the particle beams were about to collide, Li Youyu saw a green line on the screen hit a red dot.

In that instant, Li Youyu didn't hear any extra sounds. It was so quiet outside that it seemed like nothing had happened, but the numbers on the screen began to skyrocket, with the number of collision events increasing by hundreds per minute.

"Does this mean it's a success?" Li Youyu asked into the communication microphone of the observation platform.

"It's a success!" came an excited voice from the other end of the microphone.

This impact was quite successful, with the number of events observed far exceeding expectations. Many perplexing questions quietly dissolved the moment the event data was seen.

The research effects of particle colliders are better than expected.

The two groups in the Deep Space Research Department, whose progress had been stalled for a long time, can finally move forward in big strides again.

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1990 years.

The Three-Body World.

The circuit etching for the first sophon is nearing completion.

The scientific administrator reported that the successful experience of creating the first sophon was repeatable, and the time spent by the Trisolaran world in creating sophons could be reduced by more than half.

This was fantastic news for the leader who was focused on the expedition.

However, there are still some bad things in the Three-Body world that worry him.

Ten thousand years ago, he burned eight thousand Trisolarans responsible for the monitoring system and broadcast the message from Earth to the Trisolaran world.

The head of state's approach has achieved some success.

Organizations in the Trisolaran world that support Earth have jumped out to accuse the leader of promising the Trisolaran people an empty shell of a future, claiming that coldness and rationality have been ingrained in the genes of the Trisolaran civilization, and that they will never be as wonderful as Earthlings.

The head of state used this as a pretext to launch a massive purge, ordering the military governor to gather all the opponents together, dehydrate them, and burn them.

The fire burned for half a month in front of the pendulum base used to hypnotize God.

At this point, the Trisolaran society entered a period of calm.

However, recently, messages from Earth received by the listening system have once again flowed into the Trisolaran society.

The message from Earthlings this time was even more outrageous. It actually described love, something that only fragile life needs, and even fabricated a story about the lust between two inter-civilizational species.

Isn't that cold, uncommunicative, yet completely transparent alien female a veiled reference to their Trisolaran civilization?

The effects of these cultural poisons are even more severe than the last time.

Many of the Trisolarans who held a neutral stance, after reading about Earth, secretly placed themselves in the position of women and developed a strange fondness for the Earth civilization four light-years away.

Undoubtedly, within the completely redesigned monitoring system, some individuals have sided with Earth civilization and leaked this information.

The leader originally wanted to set another fire and burn down the people who were monitoring the system, but the science governor dissuaded him.

"Your Majesty, most of the people on the monitoring system are loyal Trisolaran warriors. If we were to burn them all for the mistakes of a few, it would be detrimental to the fleet's great expedition... Now that Sophon 1 is about to be completed, I suggest that we use it to monitor the Trisolaran world and maintain the stability of civilization, and temporarily postpone the launch of Sophon to Earth."

The leader thought for a long time before saying:

"Let's do it this way."