The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 12: The meaning of life

　　If it rains like before, kids playing basketball and skateboarders will definitely go home. On this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone. But these days it has rarely rained, and it is all snowflakes. Where would they care, they continued to play the ball happily. Some teenagers even took off their shirts and sprinted in the snowflakes, but the laughter became louder. some.

　　 The sound of a harmonica was heard in the distance, looming amidst the laughter and scolding.

　　 Several teenagers who hadn't had their turn to skateboard looked 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 mechanics and imitation is very strong, not very pleasant, or it can be said to be less comfortable. Or is it less artistic? But in any case, in the snow falling from the sky, on 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 inexplicable emotions.

　　"Why are you still playing!"

　　"Don’t think it’s snow, it doesn’t matter, it’s as corrosive as it melts! Especially you guys, you are still shirtless! Is this looking for death!"

　　 "Hurry up to pack up and go home, it's time to review the homework and homework! Play again when the snow stops!"

　　 laughter, arguing, harmonica and joyous, excited, inexplicable emotions were simultaneously broken by a harsh sound.

　　The speaker is a lady who is about forty years old. Although her voice is stern, her expression is gentle, and her lips are slightly curled with a smile. The teenagers playing basketball and skateboarding stopped one after another, complaining a few unhappily, but very obediently began to dress, ready to leave, and greeted the lady at the same time.

　　 The lady is called Eve. She is the life management committee member of this community, but this is only a part-time job. Her formal occupation is the secretary of the administrative activity center of the Lower West District of the city. Her main duty is youth work, and she often goes there. Every school visited, these teenagers knew her.

　　 Eve touched the head of a little boy, smiled and said a few words to them, suddenly listening to the harmonica from a distance, looked over curiously, and looked at the blue-clothed boy on the wall with a slight expression He asked: "Who is that?"

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

　　 "I heard that there are only two people in the house, he and his sister. My sister seems to have some problems with her brain."

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

　　After listening to the introduction of the teenagers, Eve looked at the teenager on the wall and gave birth to 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.

　　Medical problems that require a lot of money to solve, only a very small number of people on this planet have the qualifications to solve such problems.

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

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

　　 "My mom said, ignore the madman, who knows if anything will happen."

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

　　The discussion of the teenagers continued, Eve shook his head, looked back and said to them: "Hurry up, it looks like the snow will be heavier today."

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

　　"Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? It's not like playing basketball and skateboarding here. What's the difference?"

　　 "Looking at the news, it is necessary to do a second citizen registration, plus the ban, I always feel that the government is looking for something, do you guess it is the legendary constant star weapon?"

　　 "Hahahaha, 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 boy on the waste wall again, and opened the old film umbrella in his hand to block the snow falling from the sky. The rest of the teenagers also opened up their umbrellas or opened the airflow device, and walked out of the stadium in groups of two, before disappearing into the road between the buildings in the living quarters.

　　The world has become quiet.

　　 The blue-clothed boy 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 to putting it in and then jumping off the wall, his movements are very slow, as if a normal person's movement is broken down into many details. It is understandable that other movements are slow, but why do the movements that jump off the wall appear so slow? Know that it is only related to the gravity of the planet.

　　The sneakers fell on the ground, a few thin snow splashes, the hat was lifted up, and the boy showed his face.

　　 It was a clean but ordinary face, with clean eyes, but no depth. It looked like a stream, and you could see the bottom if you looked at it at will.

　　 People who have such eyes are often very simple, even too naive, almost foolish.

　　The boy put his hat back on again, walked by the already quiet court with his head down, passed the walls full of skateboard bumps, and walked to the farthest along the path near the garbage dump and the lake outside the living area. Of the seven districts.

　　 There are a total of thirty-eight living buildings in the seven districts. 720 is located at the outermost periphery. Over the railing is the abandoned agricultural area. Normally no one will come here, so it looks very quiet and even scary.

　　 There are no bicycles in the compartment about 30 meters wide in front of the building, and there are no luxurious suspension vehicles. There is no neat lawn in the flower beds. There are some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that were not harvested last winter in the corners. Snow It has been covered with a layer, and there are no bamboo leaves that birds stepped on, and no flowers left by cats.

　　 walked to the door of the iron unit. The boy took out the key from his trouser pocket, and slowly inserted the key into the lock, shaking it slowly from side to side twice before opening the door. Entering the building, the wooden door handle of the room on the left was left with solidified soup that was spilled at some time, and the iron door of the room on the right was covered with rust.

　　 This time, instead of taking out the key, he knocked directly on the door. The sound of his fingers hitting the iron door was a little dull, and the rhythm was very stable.

　　 squeaked, the iron gate was pushed open from the inside, revealing an innocent, good-looking face.

　　 "Brother, are you back?"

　　The young man stood outside the door and was silent for a while, seeming to think about how to answer this sentence, but in the end he just gave a hmm.

　　 The girl who called his brother didn’t think he was any strange, she ran back to the living room with cotton slippers, sat on the cushioned soft chair, reached out and hugged the big snow-white baby in her arms, and continued to watch TV . The TV light curtain was showing cartoons, and I didn't know what it was, which made the little girl giggle endlessly.

　　 The snow doll in her arms was also giggling, because she didn't have a mouth, her eyes narrowed into two curves, which looked very cute and weird. The boy changed his slippers and walked into the house, stood by the soft chair and 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 is a bow on the snow white doll’s head. The bow suddenly flew up and landed on the young boy’s shoulder, hitting his neck at high speed, as if giving him a massage, and at the same time telling him what happened today. And the lady seems to be ill again and forgot to cook.

　　……

　　……

　　 can do so many things, and can also use the body to express military codes. Naturally, it cannot be a real bow, nor a butterfly.

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

　　 It's been a while since they left the underground and came to this city. It can't be said that they are isolated from the world. Anyway, they live in a casual or rough way.

　　 Huaxi has forgotten a lot of things because of the damage to the chip behind the neck, and the whole person is like a real child, often giggling at the TV.

　　 Xueji smirked at the TV. I don’t know if it’s because I think many things in this world are ridiculous, or I think the current Jing Jiu is ridiculous—the current Jing Jiu is like a station running in the strongest power-saving mode. The terminal ~ IndoMTL.com~ has extremely low power consumption, and the natural computing power and various capabilities have fallen to the limit.

　　 One step further, he will sleep or die. If he increases the power a little bit, it will activate the process of the Heavenly Sword.

　　 In this state, he is indeed like a child with autism or autism, but in Xue Ji's view, he is a dementia.

　　 Real Jingyang turned into a fool. Isn’t that ridiculous?

　　 may be because of Xiangyou's heart, his face has changed a lot, which is even more ridiculous in Xue Ji's view.

　　 "Go cook." Jing Jiu said.

　　 Huaxi tilted her head and thought for a while, then remembered what she had forgotten to do today, ah, she quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

　　 Jing Jiu sat on the soft chair, some mechanically placed a few cushions behind him, leaned back slowly, reached for the remote control, and naturally tuned to the news channel.

　　 Xue Ji glanced at him blankly, thinking that because you were a fool, she wouldn't kill you.

　　 "Advance No. 2 Base... Abnormal activity of stars... Space cracks... Shocked." The news anchor on the TV light screen was saying something solemnly, but Jing Jiu actually didn't understand it, and he didn't even know why he wanted to watch it. News channel, just remember that this seems to be a very important thing.

　　 At this time, Huaxi’s voice rang from the kitchen: "Will you put white vinegar or mature vinegar in the hot and sour buds?"

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

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

　　He said: "The wheat field is meaningless."