Ling Ping'an stood at the door and watched the foreign guest gradually disappear into the fog with the book he had just bought.
He also felt like he was a little drunk.
He yawned.
Turning around, he saw that the kitten, Bastet, was already lying on the blanket.
"Little guy!" He smiled and pulled down the shutter, "Who told you to be greedy!"
But then again, if it weren't for this little guy, he would have missed out on such a delicious meal.
"The United States of America!" Ling Ping'an picked up another crystal and threw it into his mouth, quietly feeling the sweet taste, "That must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"
"There's a life of idyllic songs in the fields, and the relaxed life at the foot of Nanshan Mountain..."
"If there's a chance, I might go there to take a look..."
Curiosity was the common hobby of the people of the Federation.
Closing the door and turning off the lights, Ling Ping'an held the iron box and walked up the stairs.
He casually threw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, threw his head back, and fell into a sweet sleep.
… …
Y'lisabet walked out of the fog and looked back at the fog dissipating bit by bit in front of her.
She raised the Bible of Steel in her hand.
The Bible burst out with a resplendent light, unfolding the words full of truth in front of her eyes.
At the same time, the other book on her body, the Gospel for Machinery, seemed to be attracted by it. It floated up on its own and released the light of steel.
The two lights intertwined and fused together.
Finally, both books began to melt.
Finally, they merged into one book and fell into her hands.
The Gospel of Machinery began to sing, "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"
And the Bible of Steel also began to emit the light of truth.
It allowed Y'lisabet to have a deeper understanding and understanding of the truth of steel and machinery.
She devoutly held this brand-new holy book, the immortal holy book called the Scripture of Machinery.
She began to move towards her Altar of Steel.
She knew how to upgrade this Altar of Steel into a Shrine of Machinery!
In addition to flesh and blood and life, she also needed faith!
More faith!
The great soul of machines needed more faith, and the great Bodhisattva Gatling also needed more believers!
Only with the devout faith of at least 100,000 believers could the Altar of Steel have the possibility of evolution.
… …
In a daze, Ling Ping'an felt that his consciousness was like 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.
However, dreams were always like this. They were strange and confusing.
Moreover, he was a little tipsy.
Even in his dreams, he didn't want to open his eyes.
He just wanted to continue floating like this. The feeling of swinging was not bad.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caressing his head.
In a daze, Ling Ping'an opened his eyes.
A blurry female figure stood beside him.
"Mom!" Ling Ping'an instinctively shouted.
"I'm not your mother …" The figure caressed him gently. "You're just a child born in my stomach …"
"Mom!" But Ling Ping'an didn't care and grabbed her warm hand.
"Child …" She asked softly, "How do you feel about this world?"
"It's very warm..." Ling Ping'an replied, "I feel very good!"
"The people here are all very nice!"
"Do you want to smash it?"
"Why should I smash it?!" Ling Ping'an didn't understand.
"That's good!" The blurry figure slowly returned to nothingness, but her gentle voice still came, "You have to remember the warmth of this world..."
"Don't smash it!"
He woke up from his dream!
Ling Ping'an opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a soft sigh.
"I dreamed again..." he sighed.
Every year, he might have such a dream.
He dreamed of his mother or father.
And every time, they would remind him not to smash the world.
But the problem was …
Ling Ping'an touched his head. "How can I smash a world? It's not like it's a glass ball... "
He sat up from the bed. It was already dawn. The morning sun shone from outside.
He understood why he had such a dream.
It was because he was missing.
He missed the warmth of his childhood, the warmth of his family of three.
Unfortunately …
He couldn't even remember what his parents looked like now.
There were only blurry figures and impressions that could only be dreamed of occasionally in his dreams.
Therefore, every time he dreamed, even though he knew it was fake, he still wanted to be intoxicated for a while as much as possible.
Unfortunately, even a dream was very short.
For this, he had sought help from some psychologists and received a diagnosis that he lacked love and might be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
But the problem was …
He really didn't have any mental illness, nor did he lack love.
He knew how to play games when he was very young, and when he grew up, he learned to write.
His life was full and relaxed, without any pressure.
Other than occasionally missing his childhood life, there were no other problems.
"In two days, I'll go to the Federal Cemetery to visit the two elders!" Ling Ping'an thought, "I haven't visited them for a long time!"
"It's probably because of this that they miss me and subconsciously remind me through dreams!"
That was probably the only explanation.
After figuring this out, he became heartless again.
After a simple wash, Ling Ping'an remembered the peach tree he kept upstairs, so he got some water and walked upstairs.
He pushed open the door and saw the plastic basin beside the door.
A small sapling had already revealed a little of its head and a little tender branch had grown out.
It was small, like a cute child, swaying gently in the breeze.
Ling Ping'an looked very happy.
He felt that this sapling was like his own child.
Therefore, he gently sprinkled a little water, then squatted down and looked at the sapling, "Little guy, you have to grow up healthily!"
"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat the peaches you grow!"
The tender leaves of the sapling swayed gently, as if giving an answer.
Ling Ping'an nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Before he reached the stairs, a text message came from his phone.
He picked it up and looked at it, and his face twitched. ,
A text message appeared on his phone.
Aunt: Little Ping'an, I'm going back to the mainland tomorrow!
Ling Ping'an swallowed his saliva.
Why did this grandaunt come back so soon?
Didn't she say that she would stay in Beizhou for three months or even half a year?
Could it be that the speed of archaeological excavation was so fast now?
But he didn't dare to complain too much. He could only pick up his phone and obediently type in a message: Got it! Aunt!
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