Chapter 901

If it rains like before, basketball playing children and skateboarding teenagers will certainly go home. In this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone. But these days, it seldom rains and snowflakes fall. They don't care. They continue to play happily. Some teenagers even take off their coats and sprint in the snowflakes. Instead, the laughter becomes louder.

In the distance, the sound of a harmonica loomed in laughter and scolding.

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

There is no problem with the tone or rhythm of the harmonica played by the boy in blue. The problem is that it is too standard, so the sense of machinery and imitation is very strong, not very beautiful. It can also be said that there is less free taste, or less artistic sense? But in any case, in the snowflakes falling from the sky and on the abandoned wall, a lonely teenager playing the harmonica is indeed an easily moving picture. Those teenagers are still very young and have some inexplicable emotions.

"Why are you still playing!"

"Don't think it doesn't matter if it's snow. It's as corrosive as melting! Especially you guys, you're still shirtless! Is this a death attempt? "

"Hurry up and go home. It's time to review your lessons! Wait until the snow stops! "

Laughter, quarrel, harmonica and happy, excited and inexplicable emotions were broken by a severe voice at the same time.

The speaker was a lady in her forties. Although her voice was severe, her expression was very gentle, and her lips were slightly tilted with a smile. The teenagers playing basketball and skateboarding stopped one after another. Some complained unhappily, but they all obediently began to dress and prepare to leave. At the same time, they said hello to the lady.

The lady, whose name is Eve, is the life management committee member of this community, but this is only a part-time job. Her official occupation is the affairs officer of the administrative activity center in the lower West District of the city. Her main responsibility is youth work. She often visits various schools. These teenagers know her.

Eve touched a little boy's head, smiled and said a few words to them. Suddenly, she listened to the harmonica sound from afar, looked curiously at the blue boy at the wall, looked slightly different and asked, "who's that?"

"I moved here a few days ago. I live in District 7, 720. I live in the house on the first floor."

"It's said that he and his sister are the only two at home. My sister seems to have some problems in her brain."

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

After listening to the teenagers' introduction, Eve looked at the boy on the wall and felt some sympathy.

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

Medical problems that require a lot of money to solve have always been qualified by only a few people on this planet.

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

"Is this called the back? Besides, what's the problem with saying a few words? Can he still rush to hit me? "

"My mother said, don't ignore the madman. Who knows if anything will happen."

"That guy is not crazy. It seems to be called... Autism?"

The teenagers' discussion continued. Eve shook her head, looked back and said to them, "hurry up. It looks like it will be snowy today."

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

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

"When I read the news, I always feel that the government is looking for something to do with the secondary civil registration and ban. Do you guess it will be a legendary stellar weapon?"

"Hahaha, why don't you say you're looking for the emperor of the sea of dark things?"

"Teacher, take this."

"No, I brought an umbrella."

Teacher Eve took another look at the boy on the waste wall and opened the old film umbrella in her hand to block the snowflakes falling from the sky. The rest of the teenagers also opened their umbrellas, or turned on the air blower, walked outside the stadium in groups, and soon disappeared in the road between the buildings in the living area.

The world became quiet.

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

From removing the harmonica to wiping it, putting it in and jumping off the wall, his movements are very slow, as if he had broken down a normal person's action into many details. It's understandable that other actions are slow. Why does the action of jumping off the wall look so slow? You know, it's only related to the gravity of the planet.

The sneakers fell to the ground, splashed a few thin grains of snow, lifted his hat, and the boy showed his face.

It was a clean but ordinary face with clean eyes but no depth. It looked like a stream. You can see it to the end at will.

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

The boy put on his hat again, walked by the quiet court with his head down, passed through the walls full of skateboard collision marks, followed the path near the garbage dump and lake outside the living area, and came to the farthest area 7.

There are 38 living buildings in the seven districts. 720 is located in the outermost part. Over the railing is the abandoned agricultural area. Usually no one will come here, so it is particularly quiet and even scary.

There is no bicycle trolley in the interval area about 30 meters wide in front of the building, let alone any luxury suspension car. There is no neat lawn in the flower bed. There are some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that were not harvested last winter in the corner. The snow has covered a layer. There are no bamboo leaves trampled by birds or flowers left by cats.

In front of the iron unit door, the boy took out the key from his pants pocket, inserted it into the lock slowly, and shook it slowly from left to right before opening the door. Walking into the building, the wooden door handle of the room on the left remained the solidified soup spilled at some time, and the iron door of the room on the right hand was full of rust.

This time he didn't take out the key again, but directly knocked on the door. The sound of his fingers hitting the iron door was a little dull and the rhythm was very stable.

With a squeak, the iron door was pushed open from inside, revealing a naive and beautiful little face.

"Brother, are you back?"

The boy stood outside the door and was silent for a while. He seemed to be thinking about how to answer this sentence. Finally, he just made a sound.

The girl who called him brother didn't think he was different. She ran back to the living room with cotton slippers, sat in a soft chair full of cushions, reached out her hand to hold the snow-white doll in her arms and continued to watch TV. The TV light screen is playing cartoons. I don't know what it is, which makes the little girl giggle all the time.

The snow doll in her arms was also giggling. Because she had no mouth, her eyes narrowed into two curves. It looked very cute and weird. The boy changed his slippers and went into the house. He stood by the soft chair, looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't remember what to say.

There was a bow on the snow-white doll's head. The bow suddenly flew up and landed on the boy's shoulder. It knocked on his neck at high speed, as if it were massaging him. At the same time, it told him what had happened today, and the young lady seemed to be ill again and forgot to cook.

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Small things that can do so many things and use their bodies to express military passwords naturally can't be real bows or butterflies.

It is a cold cicada. Naturally, the doll is Xueji. Naturally, the boy holding the doll is Huaxi. Of course, Jingjiu is called his brother by Huaxi.

They have left the ground to come to this city for some time. They are not isolated from the world. Anyway, they live in such a casual or rough way.

Huaxi forgot a lot of things because the back of the neck chip was damaged. The whole person is like a real child, often giggling at the TV.

Xueji giggles at the TV. She doesn't know whether it's because she thinks many things in the world are ridiculous, or she thinks that Jingjiu is ridiculous now - Jingjiu is like a terminal running in the strongest power-saving mode. The power consumption is very low, and the natural computing power and various capabilities have fallen to the limit.

One step further, he will sleep or die. If he slightly increases the power, it will stimulate the program of Chengtian sword.

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

Isn't it ridiculous that Jingyang immortal has become a fool?

Maybe it was because Xiang was born by his heart that his face had changed a lot, which was even more ridiculous in Xueji's view.

"Go cook." Well nine said.

Hua Xi tilted his head and thought for a while before he remembered what he had forgotten to do today. Ah, he quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

Well nine 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 looked at him without expression and thought that for the sake of being a fool, she wouldn't kill you.

"Qianjin 2 base... Abnormal stellar activity... Space cracks... Shocked." On the TV light screen, the news anchor is seriously talking about something. In fact, Jing Jiu can't understand it. He doesn't even know why he wants to watch the news channel. He just remembers that it seems to be a very important thing.

At this time, the voice of Huaxi rang from the kitchen: "white vinegar or aged vinegar?"

Well nine looked at the TV light curtain and was silent for a long time.

Huaxi and Xueji looked at him and waited for his answer.

He said, "the wheat field is meaningless."

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