If it was raining like before, the kids playing basketball and skateboarding would definitely go home. On this heavily polluted planet, acid rain was the most annoying thing for everyone. However, it rarely rained these days, and all that was falling was snowflakes. They did not care and continued to play basketball happily. Some of the teenagers even took off their shirts and kept sprinting in the snow. Their laughter became louder.
The sound of a harmonica came from afar, faintly discernible in the laughter and cursing.
A few teenagers who did not have their turn to skateboard looked in the direction of the sound and saw the teenager in blue on the wall.
There was nothing wrong with the tone or rhythm of the harmonica played by the teenager in blue. The problem was that it was too standard, so the feeling of machinery and imitation was very strong. It was not very pleasant to listen to, and it could be said that it lacked a sense of freedom, or perhaps it lacked a sense of artistry? But in any case, in the snowflakes falling from the sky, on top of the abandoned wall, a lonely young man playing the harmonica was indeed a moving scene. Those young men were still very young, but they also had some inexplicable emotions.
"Why are you still playing basketball!"
"Don't think that it's okay just because it's snow. It's still corrosive when it melts! Especially the few of you, you're even shirtless! Do you want to die! "
"Hurry up and go home. If you need to review your homework, do it! Wait until it stops snowing! "
The laughter, quarrels, and the sound of the harmonica were all interrupted by a stern voice at the same time.
The person who spoke was a lady in her forties. Although her voice was stern, her expression was very gentle, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised with a smile. The teenagers playing basketball and skateboarding stopped one after another. Some complained unhappily, but they obediently began to put on their clothes and prepared to leave. At the same time, they greeted the lady.
The lady was called Eve, and she was a member of the community management committee. However, this was only a part-time job. Her official occupation was the administrative officer of the city's Lower West District Administrative Activity Center. Her main responsibility was to work with young people. She often went to various schools to inspect, so these teenagers knew her.
Eve touched the head of a little boy and said a few words to them with a smile. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the harmonica coming from afar. She looked over curiously and saw the teenager in blue on top of the wall. She asked with a slightly surprised expression, "Who is that?"
"He moved here a few days ago. He lives in District 7, 720. He lives in the house on the first floor."
"I heard that there's only him and his sister at home. There seems to be something wrong with his sister's head."
"Let's not talk about his sister. There seems to be something wrong with this guy as well. Have you guys talked to him until today? Do you know his name?"
After listening to the youngsters' introduction, Eve looked at the youngster on the wall and felt some sympathy.
Gene optimization was now very common, but congenital genetic diseases were still very difficult to treat, especially problems related to the brain, which required a lot of money.
A medical problem that required a lot of money to solve was something that only a few people on this planet had the qualifications to solve.
"Don't talk about people behind their backs."
"You call this the back? Besides, what's wrong with saying a few words? Don't tell me he'll rush over and hit me? "
"My mom said not to bother with crazy people. Who knows what will happen?"
"That guy isn't crazy. I think he's called … autism?"
The discussion among the youths continued. Eve shook her head and looked away. She said to them, "Let's go. It looks like the snow will be heavier today."
"Teacher Eve, when will the ban be lifted? I hold it in every day … "
"Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? We can still play basketball and skateboard here; what's the difference? "
"I've read the news that we will have to register for the second time. Considering the ban, it feels like the government is looking for something. Do you think they are looking for the rumored weapon of the Stellar-Level?"
"Hahahaha, why don't you say they are looking for the emperor of the Sea of Dark Matter?"
"Teacher, you take this."
"No need. I've brought an umbrella."
Teacher Eve took another look at the youngster on the ruined wall and opened the old-fashioned membrane umbrella in her hand to block the snowflakes falling down from the sky. The rest of the youngsters opened their own umbrellas or turned on the airflow devices, walking toward the outside of the basketball court in groups of two or three. Soon, they disappeared into the paths between the buildings in the residential area.
The world grew quiet.
The youngster in blue wiped the harmonica with his sleeve and put it in his pocket before he turned around and jumped down from the wall.
His actions were slow from taking down the harmonica, wiping it, putting it in the pocket, and jumping down from the wall, as if he had divided a normal action into many details. It was understandable that his other actions were slow; but why did he jump down from the wall seem so slow? It had something to do with the gravity of the planet.
The sneakers landed on the ground, splashing up a few snowflakes. The youngster's face was revealed after his hat was lifted up a bit.
It was a clean and ordinary face. His eyes were clean, but they were devoid of any depth, looking like a small stream that could be seen to the end if one looked at it casually.
The people with such eyes were usually very simple, and they were even too naïve and stupid.
The youngster put on the hat again and walked past the quiet basketball court with his head lowered. He passed the walls full of the marks left by the skateboard and followed the path near the garbage dump and the lake outside the residential area until he reached the seventh district, which was the furthest away.
There were thirty-eight residential buildings in the seventh district. Building No. 720 was located in the outermost area. Building No. 720 was located in the outermost area. After climbing over the railing, it was an abandoned agricultural area. Nobody would usually come here, so it was exceedingly quiet and even a bit dreadful.
There was no bicycle tram in the 30-meter-wide area in front of the building, nor were there any luxurious hover cars. There were no neat lawns in the flower beds either. There were some vegetables and wild wheat sprouts that had not been harvested last winter in the corner. A layer of snow had already covered them, and there were no bamboo leaves stepped on by birds or flowers left behind by cats.
Walking to the door of the iron unit, the youngster took out a key from his pants pocket and inserted it into the lock somewhat slowly. He slowly shook it left and right twice before opening the door. Walking into the building, the wooden doorknob of the room on the left had congealed soup that had spilled on it at some point. The iron door of the room on the right was full of rust.
This time, he did not take out the key again. Instead, he knocked on the door directly. The sound of his fingers hitting the iron door was somewhat dull, but the rhythm was very stable.
With a creak, the iron door was forcefully pushed open from the inside, revealing an innocent and good-looking little face.
"Brother, you're back?"
The youngster stood outside the door in silence for a while, as if thinking about how he should answer this question. In the end, he only responded with a grunt.
The girl who had called him brother did not feel anything strange about him. She ran back to the living room in her cotton slippers and sat down on the cushioned chair. She reached out and hugged the big snow-white doll in her arms, continuing to watch TV. The TV screen was playing a cartoon. He did not know what the content was, but the little girl could not stop giggling.
The snow-white doll in her arms was also giggling. Because it did not have a mouth, its eyes were squinted into two curved lines. It looked very cute, but also very strange. The youngster changed into slippers and walked into the room. He stood beside the soft chair and looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he could not think of what he should say.
There was a bow on the snow-white doll's head. That bow suddenly flew up and landed on the youngster's shoulder, hitting his neck at high speed, as if giving him a massage. At the same time, it told him what had happened today, and that the little girl's illness seemed to be acting up again, and that she had forgotten to cook.
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The little thing that could do so many things and use its body to express the military code couldn't be a real bow, and it was not a butterfly either.
It was Cold Cicada; the doll was the Snow Girl; the youngster holding the doll was Hua Xi; and the person Hua Xi called brother was Jing Jiu.
It had been some time since they left the underground world and came to this city. Though they did not live in isolation from the outside world, they lived their lives casually, or rather roughly.
Hua Xi had forgotten many things because the chip behind her neck was damaged. She looked like a real child, often giggling foolishly while watching TV.
The Snow Girl giggled foolishly while watching TV. It was unclear if she thought many things in this world were ridiculous, or she thought the current Jing Jiu was ridiculous. The current Jing Jiu was like a terminal operating in the most power-saving mode; the consumption of power was very low, and his calculating ability and other abilities were reduced to the minimum.
If he took one more step forward, he would fall asleep or die. If he increased the power a bit, the program of the Inherited Heaven Sword would be triggered.
In this state, Jing Jiu indeed looked like an autistic child, or an autistic person; but in the eyes of the Snow Girl, he was a retard.
The Immortal Jingyang had turned into a retard; wasn't it ridiculous?
His face had changed a lot, probably because his appearance was born from the heart; and it was even more ridiculous in the eyes of the Snow Girl.
"Go and cook," said Jing Jiu.
Hua Xi thought for a while with her head tilted, and then remembered what she had forgotten to cook today. She got up and went to the kitchen hastily after uttering an "ah".
Jing Jiu sat on the soft chair. He placed a few cushions behind him mechanically and leaned against them slowly. He reached out his hand to take the remote control and turned to the news channel.
The Snow Girl glanced at him expressionlessly, thinking that she wouldn't kill him since he was a retard.
"Forward to the No. 2 Base … abnormal permanent star activity … space crack … shocking." The news anchor on the TV screen was saying something seriously. Jing Jiu actually didn't understand. He didn't even know why he was watching the news channel. He only remembered that it seemed to be something important.
At this moment, Hua Xi's voice came from the kitchen, "Do you want white vinegar or aged vinegar for the sour and spicy rice?"
Jing Jiu looked at the TV screen in silence for a long time.
Both Hua Xi and the Snow Girl looked at him, waiting for his answer.
He said, "The wheat field is meaningless."
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