The Path Toward Heaven

If it rains like before, kids playing basketball and skateboarding teenagers will definitely go home.On this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone.But recently it has rarely rained these days, and it is all snow that falls. Where do they care and continue to play happily, some teenagers even take off their tops and sprint in the snow, the laughter has become greater some.

The sound of a harmonica came in the distance, looming in laughter and scolding.

Several teenagers who had no turn to skateboard looked down 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 mechanical and imitation is very strong, not very pleasant, and it can be said that it has a less free taste, or it is Less artistic sense?But in any case, in the snow falling from the sky, at the abandoned wall, a lonely teenager playing the harmonica is indeed a picture that is easy to move. Those teenagers are still very young, and they have some strange emotions.

"Why are you still playing?"

"Don't think it's snow, it doesn't matter, it's as corrosive as it melts! Especially the few of you are actually shirtless! Is this to death!"

"Hurry up and get home, it's time to review the homework! Wait until the snow stops!"

Laughter, quarrels, harmonica and joyful, excited, inexplicable emotions were simultaneously broken by a harsh voice.

The speaker is a lady, about forty years old. Although her voice is severe, her expression is very gentle, her lips slightly curled and she smiles.The teenagers playing basketball and skateboarding stopped, complaining a few words unhappy, but they all began to wear clothes obediently, ready to leave, and said hello to the lady.

The lady is called Eve, and it is the life management committee of this community, but this is only a part-time job. Her official occupation is the clerk of the city ’s Xiaxi District Administrative Activity Center. The main duty is youth work, and she often visits schools , These teenagers know her.

Eve touched the head of a little boy, smiled and said a few words to them, and suddenly listened to the sound of harmonica from afar, and looked over curiously, looking at the blue-faced boy in the wall, looking slightly surprised. :"Who is that?"

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

"I heard that he and his sister are both at home, and the sister's mind seems to have some problems."

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

After listening to the introductions by the teenagers, Eve watched the teenager on the wall feel 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.

A medical problem that requires a lot of money to solve. Only a very small number of people on this planet have the qualifications to solve this problem.

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

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

"My mother said, ignore the lunatics, who knows what will happen."

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

The discussion among the teenagers continued, and Eve shook his head, withdrew his eyes and said to them, "Hurry up, it looks like the snow will be relatively heavy today."

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

"Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? It's different from playing football and skateboarding here, what's the difference?"

"Looking at the news and saying that to do the second citizen registration, plus the ban, I always feel that the government is looking for something. Guess if it will be a legendary star weapon?"

"Ha ha ha ha, why don't you say that you are looking for the emperor of the sea of ​​dark objects?"

"Teacher, you take this."

"No, I brought an umbrella."

Teacher Eve glanced at the young man on the waste wall again, opened the old film umbrella in his hand, and blocked the snow falling from the sky.The rest of the teenagers also opened their umbrellas, or turned on the airflow device, and walked out of the stadium in groups of two or three, and soon disappeared in the road between the buildings in the living area.

The world has become quiet.

The blue man wiped the harmonica with his sleeves, put the harmonica in his pocket, and turned and jumped off the wall.

From removing the harmonica to wiping to putting it in and then jumping off the wall, his movements are very slow, as if to break down a normal person's movement into many details.Other movements are slow to understand, but why does the movement jumping off the wall appear so slow?You know that it is only related to the gravity of the planet.

The sneakers landed on the ground, splashing a few thin snows, the hat was lifted a little, and the teenager 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 around.

People with such eyes are often very simple, even naive, almost stupid.

The teenager put on his hat again, lowered his head and walked by the already quiet court, passed the walls full of skateboard crashes, and followed the trail near the garbage area and the lake to the seventh zone in the farthest .

There are a total of 38 living buildings in the seven districts, 720 is located at the outermost periphery. The abandoned agricultural area is turned over by the railings. No one will come here at all.

There is no self-propelled tram in the space about 30 meters wide in front of the building, and there is no luxury suspension car, there is no neat lawn in the flower bed, there are some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that have not been harvested last winter, and the snow has covered On the first floor, there are no bamboo leaves stepped on by birds or flowers left by cats.

Walking to the door of the iron unit, the teenager took the key out of his trouser pocket, and some movement slowly inserted into the lock, slowly shaking left and right twice before opening the door.Entering the building, the wooden door handle of the room on the left has some unprecedented spilled, frozen soup, and the iron door in the right hand room is covered with rust.

This time he didn't take out the key again, but knocked on the door directly. The sound of his fingers colliding with the iron door was a little dull and the rhythm was very stable.

With a squeak, the iron door was pushed openly from inside, revealing a small, innocent and beautiful face.

"Brother, are you back?"

The teenager stood outside the door for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about how to answer this sentence, but in the end it was just hummed.

The young girl shouting at his brother did not think he was any different, and ran back to the living room with cotton slippers, sitting on a soft chair full of cushions, reaching for the big white baby in his arms and continuing to watch TV.The cartoon on the TV light curtain is unknown, and I don't know what it is, which makes the little girl smirk.

The snow doll in her arms was also smirking, because she had no mouth, so her eyes narrowed into two curves, and it looked very cute and strangely powerful.The teenager changed his slippers and walked into the room. He stood beside the soft chair and looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but could not remember what she should say.

There was a bow on the snow-white doll's head. The bow suddenly flew up and landed on the shoulder of the teenager, striking his neck at high speed, as if massaging him, and at the same time telling him what happened today, and the lady seemed I fell ill again and forgot to cook.

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The little things that can do so many things and can express the military code with their bodies cannot naturally be real bows or butterflies.

It is a chill, and the doll is naturally Xue Ji, and the boy holding the doll is naturally Huaxi. Of course, it is Jing Jiu who is called his brother by Huaxi.

It has been a long time since they left the ground and came to this city. They can't talk about being isolated from the world. Anyway, they live their lives very casually or roughly.

Huaxi has forgotten many things because of the damage to the back of the neck chip. The whole person is like a real child, often smirking at the TV.

Xue Ji smirked at the TV. I do n’t know if I think that many things in this world are ridiculous. I still think that Jing Jiu is ridiculous now-Jing Jiu is like a terminal running in the strongest power saving mode The power consumption is extremely low, 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, it will stimulate Chengtianjian's program.

In this state, he is indeed like an autistic child, or an autistic patient, and in Xue Ji's view, he is a dementia.

Is it true that Jingyang has become a fool?

Probably because his heart was born, his face has changed a lot, which seems even more ridiculous to Xue Ji.

"Go cook." Jing Jiu said.

Huaxi tilted his head for a moment, and then remembered what he forgot to do today. He hurriedly got up and entered the kitchen.

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

Xue Ji glanced at him blankly, and wanted to see that you were a fool, so he wouldn't kill you.

"Qianjin No. 2 base ... Stellar anomalous activity ... Space cracks ... shocked." The news anchor on the TV light screen was saying something seriously, Jing Jiu actually couldn't understand, he didn't even know why he wanted to watch the news channel Just remember that this seems to be a very important thing.

At this time, Huaxi's voice rang out from the kitchen: "Should the hot and sour bract white vinegar or vinegar?"

Jing Jiu looked at the TV light curtain and remained silent for a long time.

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

He said: "The wheat field is meaningless."