MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v8 Chapter 12 the meaning of life

If it rains like before, the kids who play basketball and the skaters will definitely go home. On this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone. But recently, it has rarely rained these days, and it is all snow that falls. Where do they care, and continue to play happily, some teenagers even take off their shirts, sprinting in the snow, the laughter has become greater some.

A voice of harmonica came from afar, looming in laughter and scolding.

Several teenagers who had no turn to skateboard looked down at the sound and saw the blue boy on the wall.

The harmonica sound played by the blue boy has no problem in terms of pitch or rhythm. The problem is that it is too standard, so the sense of mechanical and imitation is very strong, not very pleasant, and it can be said that it has a little less comfortable taste, or it is Less artistic sense? But in any case, in the snow falling from the sky, at the abandoned wall, a lonely teenager playing the harmonica is indeed an easily moving picture. Those teenagers are still very young, and they have some strange emotions.

"Why are you still playing!"

"Don't think it's snow, it's as corrosive as it melts! Especially the few of you are actually shirtless! Is this to death!"

"Hurry up and get home, it's time to review the homework! Wait until the snow stops!"

Laughter, quarrel, harmonica and joyful, excited, inexplicable emotions were simultaneously broken by a harsh voice.

Is a lady who is about 40 years old. Although her voice is severe, her expression is very gentle, her lips and lips are slightly curled and she is smiling. The teenagers playing basketball and skateboarding stopped, complaining a little bit unhappy, but they all began to wear clothes obediently, ready to leave, and said hello to the lady.

The lady is called Eve, and it is the life management committee of this community, but this is only a part-time job. Her official occupation is the clerk of the city ’s Xiaxi District Administrative Activity Center. The main duty is youth work, and she often visits various schools. , These teenagers know her.

Eve touched the head of a little boy, smiled and said something to them, and suddenly listened to the sound of the harmonica coming from afar, and looked over curiously, looking at the blue-faced boy at the head of the wall, and asked with a strange expression. :"Who is that?"

"I moved here a few days ago and lived in District 7, 720, in the house on the first floor of Bashan."

"I heard that he and his sister are both at home, and the sister's brain seems to have some problems."

"Don't talk about his sister, this guy also seems to have some problems. Have you spoken to him so far and know his name?"

After listening to the introductions by the teenagers, Eve watched the teenager on the wall give some sympathy.

Gene optimization is now very popular, but congenital genetic diseases are still difficult to treat, especially brain problems, which require a lot of money.

A medical problem that requires a lot of money to solve. Only a very small number of people on this planet have the qualification to solve this kind of problem.

"Don't talk about people behind your back."

"Is this called behind? Besides, what can be wrong with a few words, can he still rush over and hit me?"

"My mother said, don't ignore the lunatics, who knows what will happen."

"That guy is not a lunatic, what does it seem to be called ... Autism?"

The discussion among the teenagers continued, and Eve shook his head, withdrew his eyes and said to them, "Hurry up, it looks like the snow will be relatively heavy today."

"Teacher Eve, when will the ban be lifted? Sighing every day ..."

"Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? It's different from playing football and skateboarding here, what's the difference?"

"Look at the news and say that to do the second citizen registration, plus the ban, I always feel that the government is looking for something. Guess if it will be a legendary star weapon?"

"Ha ha ha ha, why don't you say that you are the emperor looking for the sea of ​​dark things?"

"Teacher, you take this."

"No, I brought an umbrella."

Teacher Eve glanced at the young man on the waste wall again, opened the old film umbrella in his hand, and blocked the snow falling from the sky. The rest of the teenagers also opened their umbrellas, or turned on the airflow device, and walked out of the stadium in groups of two or three.

The world has become quiet.

The boy in blue wiped the harmonica with his sleeves, put the harmonica in his pocket, and turned and jumped off the wall.

From removing the harmonica to wiping to putting it in and then jumping off the wall, his movements are very slow, as if to break down a normal person's movement into many details. Other movements are slow to understand, but why does the movement jumping off the wall appear so slow? You know that it is only related to the gravity of the planet.

Sneakers fell on the ground, a few thin snow splashed, the hat was lifted up, and the teenager exposed his face.

It's a clean but ordinary face, eyes are clean, but there is no depth, looking like a stream, you can see the bottom if you look around.

People with such eyes are often very simple, even naive, almost foolish.

The teenager put on his hat again, lowered his head and walked by the already quiet court, passed the walls full of skateboard crashes, and followed the trails near the garbage area and the lake to the seventh zone in the farthest .

There are a total of 38 living buildings in the seven districts. 720 is located at the outermost periphery. The abandoned agricultural area is turned over by the railings. No one will come here at all. Therefore, it is extremely quiet and even scary.

There is no self-propelled tram in the space about 30 meters wide in front of the building, and there is no luxury suspension car, there is no neat lawn in the flower bed, there are some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that have not been harvested last winter, and the snow has covered On the first floor, there are no bamboo leaves stepped on by birds or flowers left by cats.

Walked to the door of the iron unit, the teenager took the key out of his trouser pocket, some movement slowly inserted into the lock, and slowly shaken left and right twice to open the door. Entering the building, the wooden door handle of the room on the left has some unprecedented splash of frozen soup, and the iron door in the right hand room is covered with rust.

This time he did not take out the key again, but knocked on the door directly. The sound made by the impact of the finger with the iron door was a little dull and the rhythm was very stable.

With a squeak, the iron door was pushed openly from inside, revealing a small, innocent and beautiful face.

"Brother, are you back?"

The boy stood outside the door for a while, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer this sentence, but in the end it was just hummed.

The girl who shouted his brother didn't think he was any different, and ran back to the living room with cotton slippers, sitting on a soft chair covered with cushions, reaching for the big white baby in his arms and continuing to watch TV. The cartoon on the TV light curtain is unknown, and I don't know what it is, which makes the little girl smirk.

The snow doll in her arms is also smirking, because there is no mouth, so the eyes narrow into two curves, looking very cute and strangely powerful. The teenager changed his slippers and walked into the room. He stood beside the soft chair and looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn't remember what she should say.

There was a bow on the snow-white doll's head. The bow suddenly flew up and landed on the shoulder of the teenager, striking his neck at high speed, as if massaging him, and at the same time telling him what happened today, and the lady seemed I fell ill again and forgot to cook.

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Can do so many things, but also use the body to express the military code of small things naturally cannot be a real bow, nor a butterfly.

It is a chill, the doll is naturally Xue Ji, the boy holding the doll is naturally Huaxi, and the one who is called his brother by Huaxi is of course Jing Jiu.

They have left the ground to come to this city for some time. It is impossible to say that they are isolated from the world. Anyway, they live their lives casually or roughly.

Huaxi has forgotten many things because of the damage to the back of the neck chip. The whole person is like a real child and often smirks at the TV.

Xue Ji smirked at the TV. I do n’t know if I think that many things in this world are ridiculous, or I still think that Jing Jiu is ridiculous now-Jing Jiu is like a terminal running in the strongest power saving mode UU reading www. uukanshu. com power consumption is extremely low, natural computing power and various capabilities have dropped to the limit.

One step further, he will sleep or die, if he increases the power a little, it will stimulate Cheng Tianjian's program.

In this state, he really looks like an autistic child, or an autistic patient, and in Xue Ji's view, he is a dementia.

Jingyang real person became a fool, isn't it funny?

May be because of the relationship between the heart, his face has changed a lot, which is even more ridiculous to Xue Ji.

"Go cook." Jing Jiu said.

Huaxi tilted his head for a while, and then remembered what he forgot to do today, ah, and quickly got up and entered the kitchen.

Jingjiu sat on the soft chair, some mechanically put a few cushions behind him, slowly leaned up, reached for the remote control, and naturally tuned to the news channel.

Xueji glanced at him blankly, and wanted to see that you were a fool, so I wouldn't kill you.

"Qianjin No. 2 base ... Stellar anomalous activity ... Space cracks ... shocked." The news anchor on the TV light screen was saying something seriously, Jing Jiu actually couldn't understand, he didn't even know why he wanted to watch the news channel Just remember that this seems to be a very important thing.

At this time, Huaxi's voice rang out from the kitchen: "Should the hot and sour bracts be white vinegar or aged vinegar?"

Jing Jiu looked at the TV light curtain and was silent for a long time. .

Both Huaxi and Xueji looked at him, waiting for his answer.

He said: "The wheat field is meaningless."