Chapter 909

Xueji looked out of the window at the sun and listened to the sound of the piano, which was not excited, but broad enough. There was a sense of disgust in her dark eyes.

She doesn't like the sun, the sun of this galaxy and the sun of all galaxies. If she knows the human star ignition plan, she will strongly support it.

At the end of the song, the slender and beautiful fingers lay quietly on the keys.

Well nine looked out of the window at the ugly scenery. He was silent for a while, gently closed the piano cover and said, "it seems... It's time to recharge."

Today I also have an interest class, not a piano or an introduction to art, but a poetry class.

Stepping on the pothole road covered by thin snow, passing through the unmanned basketball court and low wall, leaving the living area and entering the subway, Huaxi stretched out his right hand awkwardly and completed the traffic recharge this month with the help of the staff. Since the space passage was closed, all public transportation on the planet has gradually begun to be welfare, and credit points are no longer required.

It didn't take long for the brother and sister to come to the activity center of the city hall. Wearing a short windbreaker, holding a briefcase and biting a piece of bread in her mouth, Ms. Eve hurried in, looked at them, smiled on her face and asked with concern, "is the electronic organ sent by someone last time easy to use?"

Thinking that the brothers and sisters were poor and could not afford to buy a piano, she found a second-hand piano dealer, moved a worthless virtual Harpsichord and sent it to her. Where did she know that the other party had an extremely expensive famous brand piano at home.

"Thank you..." Huaxi lowered his head and followed Jingjiu behind him. He answered in a shy voice.

Of course, the real speaker is the mosquito controlled by the cold cicada. Now the family has to work hard on it from procurement to human relations.

Eve swallowed the bread, took out the insulated water cup from the file bag and drank. Looking at Jing Jiu's pale and emaciated face, she said with pity: "eat well at home."

This time there was no need for mosquitoes to talk. Jing Jiu hesitated for a while and gave a gentle hum.

Ms. Eve took him to the door of the choir, watched him sit among the retired women, couldn't help laughing, and took Huaxi to the lounge.

When the noisy children in the lounge saw Huaxi coming in with the big doll, they suddenly became very quiet and sat down in their respective positions. A little boy carefully put the remote control beside Huaxi. Some looked at the doll with envy and hurried back.

Parents are used to this picture and laugh. They don't know what these children think. They pet Huaxi into a little queen.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when all the courses were over, Jing Jiu took Huaxi across the street without getting off the subway, because Xueji suddenly wanted to go shopping.

The planet has been blocked for more than 100 days, and there is no shortage of food, medical and other related important resources, but there are still many fewer other commodities. The shopping malls are very cold and many shelves are empty. There is a special area for middle-aged and elderly clothes in the corner of the third floor. The hangers are full of clothes with bright colors and eye-catching patterns. According to Xueji's wishes, Huaxi bought several big red imitation silk clothes, and some settled accounts with bracelets.

The light board advertisement outside the subway window has long been changed, constantly changing the commodity image and positive slogans, and soon brought them back to the living area.

Back in the 720 building, Jing Jiu sat by the window, spread out his notebook on the piano, held a pencil and began to write poetry.

Writing poetry is obviously much more complicated than playing the piano. He thought about it for a long time and didn't write. His eyebrows wrinkled beautifully.

Huaxi finished the preparation for dinner and pushed the door to the next door.

They live here. Naturally, the whole building belongs to them. She planted a lot of flowers in the next room.

Some of the flower seeds she found in the wild, some were asked for in the activity center, with the help of cicadas. Those flowers are naturally excellent, some are Qionghua, some are triangular maple, some are Begonia, and apple flowers. They bloom casually and wantonly regardless of the flowering date.

Huaxi squatted beside the flowerpot to loosen the soil and cut branches, doing meaningless work. Sweat gradually seeped from his little face, which was very happy.

The cold cicada fell on a flower and slowly sucked the nectar. Countless pupils watched her smallest action and confirmed that there was no omission.

After a while, Huaxi felt tired, wiped the soil on his hand at will, walked to the flower, opened his eyes and looked at the cold cicada and asked, "is it good to drink?"

The cold cicada didn't know if this sentence had any deep meaning. After hesitating for a moment, she rubbed her armor and gave a positive response.

Huaxi picked a flower and licked it to his lips. The smile on his face became more and more happy. He smiled and said, "it's so sweet."

Xueji went straight through the wall to the unit next door.

720 has six floors. The floor in this unit was hollowed out by her, and it became a building space like a patio. Several rows of bookshelves are directly arranged from the ground to the top of the six storey building. It looks like a cliff composed of books, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling. It seems that the books will fall down like waves in the next moment.

Xueji looked at the two red clothes she bought in the mall. The clothes immediately dispersed, and then formed a red cloak, which fell on her. It was not vulgar.

Then, dozens of books flew out of the overhead and circled around her body like a bird. The wind brought up pulled up the red cloak, which was a little good-looking“ He looked up at the sky and the snow was steaming up. He looked down and saw the fish plunge into the soil. There were a pair of eyes blinking in heaven and earth. Do you choose to forget or die? "（ Note: it was written by a friend.) The pencil slides on the surface of the paper, leaving its debris with the sound of friction and writing dark poems. Jing Jiu slowly put down his pencil and looked at it carefully several times through the dusk outside the window. He didn't know whether he was appreciating or checking. The door was pushed open, and Huaxi came in with a red flower. Han Hun didn't know what to say. Well nine went to the unit next door and looked at the six story bookshelf. He felt a little oppressive and his face became paler. Then he saw Xueji flying in the sea of books and the red cloak dancing in the wind. He thought the scene looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember it. He said, "I've had... Dinner." Xueji doesn't eat, but every time she eats, she sits next to her. Two simple dishes and rice match the same simple, boring and repetitive news. There were personnel changes in the star chain fleet, and the chief executive of a Star district was replaced. Finally, there was something new“ Ms. Zhong Lizi has completed her studies in the priesthood college and will officially succeed the Stargate priestess next year. We all know that the priesthood college announced the termination of this lady's studies some time ago. What happened in the meantime? The following is the live picture of the graduation ceremony of the priestly Academy. We will enter the comment section later. " Huaxi didn't care, neither did Xueji. Well nine looked at the silver haired girl in sacrificial clothes on the TV light screen and gave birth to that familiar feeling again, but he still couldn't remember anything On the surface of xingmen, the grassland is endless, and below it is soft and wet gravel, just like the prosperity of this world. The huge pagoda like sacrificial hall was brightly lit, and there was no usual silence. The priests and maids sat on the futon with joy on their faces. The sky like gray curtain was playing news pictures. It was the graduation ceremony of the main star priestly college. There were three new priests who graduated today, but the eyes of the crowd naturally only fell on Zhong Lizi. The xingmen priest sat behind the gray curtain with a happy smile on his lips and knew that this matter should be related to the envoy named Zhao Layue. It was just a very simple news, which soon ended. The people in the sacrificial hall saluted to the gray curtain and dispersed by themselves. In the early morning, a morning light sent a cloud, in which a figure loomed. The Stargate priestess opened her eyes and looked. A middle-aged scholar came out of the clouds with a frosty face. He didn't know how old he was. He went to the celadon basin, looked at several petals on the water, reached out and picked up one, and said, "Avenue 50, Tianyan 49, I am one of them." The scholar has a frosty face and doesn't know his age, but his eyes are very clean and naive. The xingmen priestess thought he was Bu qiuxiao, the leader of a Maozhai mentioned by the gods in the book. At this time, she looked at his face, felt the innocent and natural breath, and looked at the petals he was holding, before she knew that the other party was a child's face. His name was written on the petals, which trembled with the wind and dissipated in the morning light. The fresh water drops and flowers turn into countless information and enter his sea of knowledge. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.