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Chapter 145 Eternal Life
Terence Tao looked towards the endless sea of ​​flowers.

The flowers are clustered together, colorful. When the breeze blows, the petals sway slowly, soft and monotonous.

Everything here seems to be fixed in some kind of false time.

Both the color and the atmosphere are like an overly delicate painting, lacking the rhythm of life.

He has spent one hundred and four years here.

As time went by, the initial fear gradually faded, replaced by a kind of lonely confusion:

Is it true that he will never die?
In order to verify this doubt, Terence Tao tried to hold his breath in water.

His cheeks and ears quickly turned red, his chest gradually began to burn, and his lungs felt like they were surrounded by flames.

To the brink of suffocation.

Terence Tao felt death approaching.

At that moment, he couldn't wait to come out of the water, opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

"So, in the dream world, it's not that I can't die, it's just that I won't age..."

Terence Tao murmured.

"The controller of the dream gave me the power to commit suicide. Does he want me to take this path?"

Tao Terence smiled gently, with a calm self-deprecation:
"Then I won't do what he wants."

The unknown is the scariest thing.

He didn't know what would happen if he died in his dream, and whether his consciousness in reality would disappear as well.

In order not to be controlled by others, Terence Tao decided to live.

Terence Tao lived a simple life in the dream world.

Apart from eating and sleeping, every day I just sit by the stream and daydream.

Just like that, after just half a year, Terence Tao couldn't stand it anymore.

Because it's so boring!

He realized that in the endless years, if he did nothing and wandered around.

I'm afraid it won't be long before he goes crazy!

He had to find a way to amuse himself and kill time.

Terence Tao tried to explore the surroundings, trying to leave this sea of ​​flowers.

But no matter how far or how long I walked, I could not escape the sight before me.

In this way, he went around and around, and returned to the original stream and to the simple shelter.

"With no way of leaving here and an endless life span, is this trying to drive me crazy?"

Tao took a deep breath and suppressed his inner irritability:
"I need to find something to kill time."

However, in the past 104 years, the subject of mathematics has reached a bottleneck and an end, with no direction for breakthrough.

So, Tao chose the next best thing and a way to kill time:

Go.

Tao molds chess pieces out of clay, dyes them with plants, and then lets them dry. This process is long and tedious.

But he was focused and carved another chessboard out of clay.

He used pebbles to carve 19 lines on the chessboard. He failed again and again, and kept trying until he finally got a decent chessboard.

After the chessboard was set up, Tao began to play against himself.

The black and white pieces fall in turn.

There are endless variations in Go.

In this way, the years flow like running water, quietly and endlessly.

Endless time quietly passes between this sea of ​​flowers and the chessboard.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.

Terence Tao has changed chessboards and chess pieces countless times, and his fingers are calloused from holding the chess pieces.

One day, when he made another move, he suddenly felt bored.

Tao stared at the chessboard and the intricate arrangement of the pieces, feeling extremely annoyed.

After a hundred years of playing Go, he gradually saw through the ever-changing nature of Go. The Go that once obsessed him lost all its appeal. He didn't know how good he was at Go, but he felt that he had mastered the art of Go.

Even if the most powerful chess player of all time were in front of him, he would dare to claim victory.

In anger, Terence Tao overturned the chessboard to the ground.

The chess pieces were scattered, the clay chessboard was smashed into pieces, and the black and white chess pieces rolled into the sea of ​​flowers and embedded in the soil.

"Boring..."

Tao Zhexuan whispered, his tone was cold.

He has vomited from playing chess.

A hundred years is not even a blink of an eye compared to eternal life.

A hundred years have dissipated like dust, and looking back I am filled with loneliness.

In this lonely world without mobile phones, internet, television, or anyone to talk to.

How should he spend the rest of his time?

Faced with boundless loneliness and endless time, Terence Tao realized that he had to find new things to kill time.

Otherwise he will go crazy.

After a long silence, Tao Zhexuan finally set his sights on one area:

temperament.

Terence Tao began to build musical instruments with his own hands using simple tools.

He found a paulownia tree with a tall trunk and tough wood.

Tao Terence carefully selected the densest part of the tree trunk and used a homemade stone axe to cut and carve it to make a wooden zither and a harp.

Next, he carefully selected suitable bamboo from the bamboo forest to make the flute.

He cut the bamboo into appropriate lengths, carefully chiseled holes in it, and little by little tried to find out the tone produced by each hole.

The flute-making process is long and laborious, and the position and size of each tiny hole can affect the tone.

But he always patiently adjusted until every note was perfectly restored.

Tao also found stones of suitable shapes in the mountains and used them to create an ancient percussion instrument, the chime.

By hitting different stones, a deep and crisp sound is produced.

After making different musical instruments by hand, Terence Tao began to study music.

No one taught him scales or rhythms; he could only figure it out on his own.

At first, the music played by Terence Tao was a little awkward, with the awkwardness of a beginner.

But as time goes by, Tao's musical attainments are getting higher and higher.

A hundred years passed quietly in the sound of piano and flute.

Terence Tao became a musician. He created countless songs that do not exist on earth and composed countless moving melodies.

He also created hundreds of musical instruments that do not exist on Earth.

The music he composed embodies both the solemnity and heaviness of classical music and the freedom and unrestrainedness of modern music.

These pieces of music are all original creations that Terence Tao has explored over a hundred years.

However, no matter how perfect the music he composed was or how beautifully he played it.

In this dream world without an audience, he can only play for himself.

On a moonlit night, Terence Tao sat by a stream, placing a flute gently to his lips.

He slowly played an original piece of music, the sound of the flute was faint and plaintive.

The melody is like a breeze, passing through the shadows of the trees on a moonlit night, flowing gently along with the stream, and spreading to the boundless world.

He played leisurely, yet with a hint of melancholy.

Loneliness is the portrayal of his life over the past few hundred years.

Here, no one listens, no one gives feedback, and no one appreciates.

He was the only one, alone and lonely in this eternal time.

(End of this chapter)