Chapter 124

Ling Ping An stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book just bought, gradually disappeared in the fog.

He also felt as if he was a little drunk.

He yawned.

Looking back, he saw that best, the kitten, was lying on the blanket.

"Little one!" He laughed and pulled the shutter down: "I call you greedy!"

But then again, if you don't have this little guy, you will miss the delicious food.

"United States of America!" Ling Ping an once again picked up a crystal stone and threw it into his mouth. He felt the sweet taste quietly: "it must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery."

"With the life of pastoral in the field, there is a leisurely relaxation under the South Mountain..."

"If I had a chance, I might go there and have a look..."

Novelty hunting is a common hobby of the federal people.

Close the door, put out the light, Ling Ping An holds the iron box and goes up the stairs.

Throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He yawned again, then went to the bedroom, looked up and fell into a sweet sleep.

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Elizabeth walked out of the fog and looked back to see the mist dissipate in front of her.

She held up the iron Bible in her hand.

The Bible burst out a bright light, will be full of truth one by one in front of her eyes.

At the same time, her other book, the gospel of machinery, seemed to be attracted by it. It floated and released the glory of steel.

Two kinds of brilliance are intertwined and fused with each other.

Eventually both books began to melt.

Finally, it merged into a book and fell into her hands.

Mechanical gospel, began to sing: "ring the Bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"

And the steel Bible, also began to bloom the light of truth.

Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and cognition of the truth of steel and machinery.

She held this brand-new Holy Scripture, the immortal Scripture named "mechanical scripture".

Starting to move towards her steel altar.

She knew how to upgrade the steel altar into a mechanical shrine!

Besides flesh and blood and life, she also needs faith!

More faith!

The great spirit of all opportunities needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more believers!

Only with the religious belief of at least 100000 believers can the steel altar have the possibility of evolution.

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In a daze, Lingping feels his own consciousness, as if sitting on a swing, drifting aimlessly in the world.

It took him less than a second to float from one side of the world to the other.

"What a small world He said.

But dreams are always like this. They are strange and confused.

Besides, he was a little tipsy.

Even in a dream, I don't want to open my eyes.

Just want to continue to drift like this, swing feeling is not bad.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand touching his head.

In a daze, Ling Ping opens his eyes.

A vague female figure stood beside him.

"Mom!" The spirit peaceful instinct cries out.

"I'm not your mother..." This figure gently stroked him: "you are just a child born from my stomach..."

"Mom!" But Ling Ping'an did not care and grasped her warm hand.

"Children..." "How do you feel about the world?" she asked softly

"It's warm..." Ling Ping An replied, "I feel good!"

"The people here are very nice!"

"Do you want to break it?"

"Why smash it?" Lingping'an doesn't really understand.

"That's good!" This fuzzy figure, slowly return to nothingness, but her gentle voice, still came: "you should remember the warmth of this world..."

"Don't smash it!"

Wake up!

Ling Ping An opens his eyes and looks around. He let out a little breath.

"Dream again..." He sighed.

Every year, he may have such a dream.

Dream of his mother or father.

And every time, they remind him - don't break the world.

But the problem is

Lingping touched his head: "how can I break a world? It's not a glass ball... "

He sat up from the bed. It was already dawn, and the morning sun was falling from the outside.He understood that he would dream like this.

It's because he's missing.

Miss the warmth of childhood, miss the warmth of a family of three.

Unfortunately

He can't even remember the appearance of his parents.

Only the vague figure and impression, only occasionally in the dream can dream.

Therefore, every time he dreams, although he knows it is false, he still wants to get drunk as much as possible.

Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.

For this reason, he went to some psychiatrists and got a diagnosis of his lack of care and the possibility of suffering from traumatic stress disorder.

The problem is, but

He really has no mental illness, and there is no lack of love.

He could play games when he was very young, and he learned how to code when he grew up.

Life is full and easy, without any pressure.

There is no problem except occasionally thinking about my childhood life.

"In a couple of days, go to the federal meritorious cemetery to see the two of them!" Ling Ping An thought, "I haven't visited the second old man for a long time!"

"Probably because of this, I am worried about it in my heart. The subconscious reminds me through dreams."

That's about the explanation.

Having figured this out, he became heartless again.

After a simple grooming, Ling Ping'an thought of the peach tree he had raised upstairs, so he made some water and went upstairs.

Push open the door and the plastic basin is next to the door.

A small sapling, has revealed a nod, grow a little twig.

Small, like a lovely child, gently swinging in the breeze.

Ling Ping An looks very happy.

He felt like a child of his own.

So, he sprinkled a little water, and then squatted down and looked at the saplings: "little guy, you should grow up healthily and healthily!"

"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat your peaches!"

The young leaves of the saplings, swinging gently, seemed to give an answer.

Ling Ping'an nods, turns around, closes the door, and goes downstairs.

Before he reached the stairs, a text message came from his mobile phone.

He took it up and had a look, and his face suddenly twitched. ,

a text message is displayed on the mobile phone.

Aunt: xiaoping'an, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow!

Ling Ping An swallows.

How can this aunt come back so soon?

Didn't you say that you would stay for three months or even half a year in the Northern Zhou Dynasty?

Is it possible to excavate at such a high speed? Mobile phone

, but he dare not make complaints about it. He can only pick up his cell phone and input a message: know it! Auntie!

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