Love Code at the End of the World

I don't know how long I've been sitting there, the whole underground city has become quiet, one, then one light starts to go out, the whole world is in darkness, but there are street lights shining, those street lights are not bulbs, more like fluorescent substances that absorb light and emit microluminescence in the dark, their fluorescent yellow color makes the whole underground city still look dim, but it brings a little warmth.

I slowly stood up, and somehow went mad, and I was the only one in the quiet underground town who ran across the hallway.

I ran down the stairs in a sigh, standing in a much larger, empty square than I looked up there, and I looked up at a completely dark world, a dark yellow world that looked a little dizzy, as unreal as breaking into an old yellow black and white photograph.

I was like a fly with no head, running like this would make me feel safe, I wouldn't be afraid, I ran alone in this quiet world, I didn't know where I was going, I seemed to see crops, I followed the road all the way, I ran forward, both sides were getting narrower and narrower, I started to see an upward slope, I ran up, I kept running, I finally saw a huge door, I ran towards the door, I pushed heavily, the door, it opened in a heavy voice.

The wind immediately scraped in from the outside, like a knife cut, a world of pitch-black infinity.

If you are thrown in a strange city, at least you know the direction of home...

If you are thrown into the infinite ocean, at least your body will float back to shore...

If you were thrown in the Sahara desert, at least, you would die on Earth...

And now that I'm thrown away, in an unknown, deserted world, how am I supposed to get home?

“Ah--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What should I do, what should I do, what should I do...

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" ""

I walked up to her, and she lowered her head, her white eyes, and tears.

“We... are the same... can't even come home...” I raised my face and asked her sobbing. She looked down at me for a moment and raised her face again and whimpered long: “Woo ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

“I really... can't go home...” I fell in front of her, I don't know how dangerous she is, but at this moment, I can feel her as sad as I am that we have fallen into the same world, “Ah - I want to go home - I want to go home -" I also began to cry to the sky like she did, like the door of time and space would hear my cry open for me, once the seal on my chest was not opened, all the panic, fear, anxiety and chaos that had previously deposited at the bottom of my heart into the unknown world washed out and turned into my cry.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.”

“I want to go home - I swear I don't hate teachers anymore, I don't hate nine years of compulsory education, I don't hate high school entrance exams, I just want to go home - -”

“Whoo-hoo.”

“Ask to go home - ah -” I howled in her wailing, under the silent night sky, my howling, covered her whimpering...

Gradually, I fell to the ground in tears, holding my body tight, the wind blowing on my face, as the tears became colder and colder, the tears wet my eyes, two rounds of the moon, and they ruthlessly told me, Luo Bing, that you are no longer in your own world, that you can only survive in this wrecked and ragged world.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" "

Maybe I'm tired of crying, maybe I'm out of leaks. I fell asleep in a deep sleep next to this unknown monster. In a blurred gaze, it's a gradual whitening sky. I'm coming tomorrow in this world...

I wouldn't wake up if it weren't for the nagging noise.

“It's September, and it's about 9: 00 a.m. to 4: 00 p.m. The sun's angle to our crop is about 44: 08. I'm going to add a few more mirrors, and the angle of the mirror is...”

I woke up in this nagging voice and found myself sleeping in the arms of the monster, the monster was sitting, long legs up, formed a small nest, I curled in this nest, at this time, she was staring forward, she didn't seem to be very alert, seemed to know the owner of the sound.

I rubbed my eyes, sat up in her arms, she didn't look at me, still stared forward, seemed to have no guard, but also prevented him.

And then I saw a vast plain that looked less barren than what I'd seen before, because it had grown grass.

The grass seemed sparse, like a dog that was losing its hair, and the wind blew up the grass, showing up one small pier after the other.

I looked up at the sky, and the sky was so pale that the sun was covered by thick clouds that the whole world turned blue and white, and in that blue cloud, you could see the faint bending moon.

“So the number of mirrors I'm going to increase is...”

I heard that slurping noise, I lowered my face, looked down at the sound, I saw a boy sitting two meters away from us, he sat on a small earthen pier, he had long gray blue hair, long hair tucked arbitrarily behind his head, his face dropped scattered several strands of hair, flying in the breeze, did not cross his lips, make him look a little thin.

He had a hemp robe somewhat similar to the one that healed my tealeaf, a belt fastened at the waist, a large hood at the back, a large cloth bag on his back, and at first glance he looked a bit like a Jeddah warrior in Star Wars and a European missionary.

At this moment, his right hand was drawing something in the air, and his mouth was still talking about the data, like he was calculating something. Suddenly, his left hand was raised, and he had a yellow book in his hand, kind of like a sketchbook, a yellow page with three words on it: Are you awake?

I'm stunned. Is he talking to me while he's calculating?