Zhang Ye laughed, for he could not control himself.
Bei Dao’s “Everything” was considered quite famous, but the reason why Zhang Ye did not remember it to the point of needing to use the Memory Search Capsule to search his memories for it was because there was another poem that was more famous. It was written as a retort to Bei Dao’s “Everything”. It had completely negated Bei Dao’s work, hence Zhang Ye and the people from his world had a deeper impression of that poem and had forgotten about Bei Dao’s “Everything”. Even if people from his world mentioned “Everything”, it was to use it as a reference or backstory. It was as if “Everything” existed just to accentuate the other poem. Hence, no matter how well it was written, and had cried out the lives of people so perfectly, in front of that poem, “Everything” was just a supporting role, and considered a sidekick. It could only be hidden under a shade!
“Are you done?” a woman urged.
“Can you begin?” a young interviewer was also turning impatient.