The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 20: One more person from Heaven and Earth
Xue Ji looked at the sun outside the window, listening to the sound of the piano without excitement, but far enough, disgust appeared in her dark eyes.
She doesn't like the sun, the sun of this galaxy and the suns of all galaxies, if she knows the human star ignition plan, she will definitely support it.
is over, slender and beautiful fingers are quietly resting on the keys.
Jing Jiu looked at the unpleasant scenery outside the window, was silent for a while, gently closed the piano cover, and said: "It seems...to be recharged."
Today I also have an interest class, not piano or art appraisal, but poetry writing class.
Walking on the potholes covered by thin snow, passing through unmanned basketball courts and low walls, leaving the living area and entering the subway, Huaxi somewhat awkwardly stretched out his right hand, and completed the traffic this month with the help of the staff Recharge. Since the closure of the space channel, all public transportation on the planet has gradually begun to be welfare-oriented, and no credit points are required.
It didn't take long, and the two brothers and sisters came to the activity center of the city hall. Ms. Eve was wearing a short trench coat, holding a briefcase, and a piece of bread in her mouth. She hurriedly walked in, looked at them with a smile on her face, and asked with concern: "Is the electronic piano that was sent over last time useful? "
She thought about the loneliness of the brothers and sisters, and they would definitely not be able to buy a piano, so she found a second-hand piano dealer, moved a worthless virtual optical keyboard, and gave it to her. How did she know that the other party had a very expensive brand-name piano at home? .
"Thank you..." Huaxi lowered his head and followed Jing Jiu, and replied in a softly shy manner.
Of course, the real talking is the mosquito controlled by Hanchan. Now this family has to work hard from purchasing to human relations.
Eve swallowed the bread, took out the thermos water cup from the file bag, took a sip, looked at Jing Jiu's somewhat pale and thin face, and said with pity: "I have to eat well at home."
This time I don’t have to talk with mosquitoes. Jing Jiu hesitated for a while, and hummed softly.
Ms. Eve sent him to the door of the writing choir, watching him sit among the retired women, couldn't help but smile, and took Huaxi to the lounge.
The noisy children in the lounge saw Huaxi walking in with the big doll, and suddenly became extremely quiet. They sat down in their respective positions and a little boy carefully put the remote control. When he reached Huaxi's side, he glanced at the doll enviously, and quickly retreated.
The parents are used to seeing this picture, and laughed, and they don’t know what these children think, they spoil Huaxi like a little queen.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, all classes ended. Jing Jiu walked across the street with Huaxi but did not get off the subway because Xue Ji suddenly wanted to go shopping.
The planet has been blocked for more than 100 days. There is no shortage of important resources such as food and medical care, but other commodities are still much less. The shopping mall is very deserted, and many shelves are empty. In the corner of the third floor, there is a special area for middle-aged and elderly clothing. The hangers are covered with brightly colored and eye-catching clothes. According to Xue Ji’s wishes, Huaxi bought a few big red imitation silk clothes with some unfamiliar hands. The ring closed the bill.
The light board advertisement outside the subway window has long been replaced, constantly changing the image of the product and the front slogan, and quickly brought them back to the living area.
Back to the 720th floor, Jing Jiu sat by the window, spread out the notebook on the piano, and started writing poems with a pencil.
Writing a poem is obviously more complicated than playing the piano. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't write the pen, and his brows wrinkled nicely.
After finishing the preparations for dinner, Huaxi opened the door and went to the next door.
They live here. Naturally, the whole building belongs to them. She has planted a lot of flowers in the next room.
Some of the flower seeds she found in the wild, some were asked from people in the activity center, with the help of chillies, those flowers grew naturally very well, some were Qionghua, some were triangular maple, some were crabapple, and There are apple flowers, no matter what the flowering period, they are in full bloom casually.
Huaxi squatted by the side of the flowerpot to loosen the soil and cut the branches, doing meaningless work. Sweat gradually leaked out of her face, which was very joyful.
Cicada fell on a flower, slowly sucking the nectar, countless eyes watching her smallest movements, confirming that nothing was missing.
After a while, Huaxi felt tired, wiped the dirt on her hands at random, walked to the flower, opened her eyes and looked at the chilli and asked: "Is it delicious?"
Hanchan didn't know if there was any deep meaning in this sentence. After hesitating for a while, he rubbed his nails and gave a positive response.
Huaxi plucked a flower and licked it on her lips. The smile on her face became more and more happier, and she giggled and said: "It's really sweet."
Xue Ji went straight through the wall to the next unit.
720 has six floors. The floor in this unit was hollowed out by her, and it became an architectural space like a patio. Rows of bookshelves are arranged directly from the ground to the top of the six-story building, looking like a cliff composed of books, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling, as if the books will fall down like waves and pounce on the next moment.
Xue Ji looked at the two red clothes she bought in the mall. The clothes disintegrated and then formed a red cloak, which fell on her without being tacky.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of books flew out of the elevated shelf, spinning around her body like a bird, and the wind that was brought up pulled the red cloak, which was a bit pretty.
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"He looked up at the sky
Snowflakes are steaming up
He looked down at the ground
fish plunge into the soil
has a pair of eyes in heaven and earth
The world blinks
you choose to forget
or death? "(Note: written by a friend.)
The pencil slides on the surface of the paper, leaving behind his own remains with the sound of friction, writing dark verses.
Jing Jiu slowly put down the pencil, and looked at it carefully several times in the twilight outside the window, not knowing whether he was admiring or checking.
The door was pushed open, and Huaxi walked in with a red flower biting into it. He was vague about what he said.
Jing Jiu went to the next unit and looked at the six-story bookshelf. He felt a little oppressive and his face became paler. Then he saw Xue Ji flying in the sea of books and the red cloak dancing with the wind. He felt that this scene was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He turned his head to think about it for a long time but couldn't remember it, and said: "I have eaten... rice."
Xue Ji does not eat, but every time she eats, she will sit next to her. Two simple dishes and rice are matched with the same simple, dull and repetitive news. The personnel of the Star Chain Fleet changed, and the chief executive of a certain constellation was replaced, until finally there was something new.
"Ms. Zhong Lizi completed her studies at the Priest Academy and will officially succeed the Star Gate Priestess next year. We all know that the Priest Academy had announced the termination of this lady’s studies some time ago. So what happened during this period? Below is the scene of the graduation ceremony of the Priest Academy. We will enter the comment section later."
Huaxi didn't care, nor did Xue Ji.
Jing Jiu looked at the silver-haired girl in a sacrificial costume on the TV light screen. She gave birth to the familiar feeling again, but she still couldn't remember anything~ IndoMTL.com~ The surface of the star gate, the grassland is endless, and the bottom is soft and wet. The gravel is just like the prosperous world.
The tower-like sacrificial hall was brightly lit, and there was no usual quiet. The priests and maids sat on the futon with joy on their faces.
The sky-like gray veil, showing news footage, is exactly the graduation ceremony of the Lord Star Priest’s Academy. Today, there are three new priests who have completed the course, but everyone’s attention will naturally fall on Zhong Lizi’s. Body.
The Star Gate priest sits behind the gray screen, with a smile of relief on the corners of his lips, knowing that this matter should be related to the divine envoy named Zhao Layue.
is just a very simple piece of news, and it will soon end. The people in the sacrificial hall salute to the gray curtain and disperse by themselves.
In the early morning, a cloud of mist came from a ray of morning light, and a figure loomed in the mist.
The star priestess opened her eyes and looked.
A middle-aged scholar walked out of the clouds, with a wind and frost on his face, and he did not know how old he was.
He walked to the celadon basin, looked at a few petals on the water, reached out and picked up one, and said: "The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, I am one of them."
This scholar has a weathered face, he does not know his age, but his eyes are extremely clean, he is innocent and childish.
The priestess of the Star Gate thought he was the master of Yimaozhai, Bu Qiuxiao, whom the **** mentioned in the book. At this time, she looked at his face, felt the innocent and natural breath, and looked at the one he was holding. A piece of petals, only to know that the other party is Tong Yan. .
His name was written on the petal, and it trembled with the wind, and then disappeared into the morning light.
The fresh water droplets and the end of the flower turned into countless messages, entering his sea of knowledge.