The Snow Girl looked at the sun outside the window, listening to the sound of the piano that wasn't exciting but sounded distant enough. Her dark eyes showed a hint of disgust.
She didn't like the sun, the sun of this galaxy and all the other galaxies. If she knew about the humans' plan to ignite the stars, she would support it.
The song ended. Her slender and good-looking fingers rested on the keys in Silence.
Jing Jiu looked at the unattractive scenery outside the window and remained silent for a while. Then he closed the lid of the piano and said, "It seems that … I need to top up."
There was also an interest class today, but it was not piano or art appreciation, but choir class.
Stepping on the potholes covered by the thin snow, passing through the empty basketball court and low walls, Hua Xi reached out her right hand clumsily and finished the monthly transportation top-up with the help of the staff. Since the space channel was closed, all the public transportation on the planet had become welfare, and credits were no longer needed.
It didn't take long before the brother and sister arrived at the Activity Center of the City Hall. Ms. Eve, wearing a short windbreaker, walked in with a briefcase under her arm and a piece of bread in her mouth. She looked at them with a smile and asked concernedly, "How is the electronic piano I asked someone to deliver last time?"
She thought that the brother and sister were so poor that they couldn't afford a piano.
So she found a second-hand piano dealer and bought a worthless virtual harpsichord for them. She didn't expect that the dealer had a very expensive famous piano at home.
"Thank you …" Hua Xi answered shyly, following behind Jing Jiu with her head lowered.
It was Mosquito controlled by Cold Cicada who spoke. It had to work hard for this family, from purchasing goods to dealing with people.
Eve swallowed the bread and took out a thermos cup from the briefcase to take a sip. She looked at Jing Jiu's pale and thin face and said tenderly, "Eat well at home."
Mosquito didn't need to say anything this time. Jing Jiu nodded after hesitating for a while.
Ms. Eve walked him to the door of the choir. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him sitting among the retired women. Then she led Hua Xi to the lounge.
When the children in the lounge saw Hua Xi walk in with the big doll in her arms, they immediately became very quiet and obediently sat in their respective seats. A little boy carefully placed the remote control next to Hua Xi. He looked at the doll enviously and quickly retreated.
The parents were already used to this scene and laughed. They didn't know what these children were thinking, to actually pamper Hua Xi like a little queen.
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, all the classes were over. Jing Jiu walked across the street with Hua Xi, but they didn't get off the subway because Xue Gie suddenly wanted to go shopping.
The planet had been locked down for more than a hundred days. There was no shortage of food, medical care, and other important resources, but there were still a lot of other goods. The shopping malls were very quiet, and many of the shelves were empty. In the corner of the third floor, there was a special clothing area for the elderly. Clothes with bright colors and eye-catching patterns were hung on the clothes racks. According to Xue Gie's wishes, Hua Xi bought a few bright red silk clothes and paid the bill with her wristband.
The signboards and advertisements outside the subway window had been changed a long time ago. They kept changing the images of the goods and the slogans on the front of the subway. Soon, they were brought back to the living area.
After returning to the 720th floor, Jing Jiu sat by the window and opened his notebook on the piano. He started writing a poem with a pencil in his hand.
Writing a poem was evidently more complicated than playing the zither. He thought for a long time but didn't put pen to paper, his eyebrows furrowed.
Having finished preparing the dinner, Hua Xi pushed open the door and went to the room next door.
Since they lived here, the whole building was theirs. She had planted many flowers in the room next door.
She found some of the flower seeds in the wild, and asked for some from the people in the activity center. With Cold Cicada's help, those flowers grew very well. Some were viburnum flowers, some were triangular maples, some were begonias, and some were apple blossoms. They bloomed freely and freely regardless of the flowering season.
Hua Xi squatted by the flowerpots to loosen the soil and cut the branches, doing meaningless work. Sweat beads appeared on her small face; she was quite delighted.
Cold Cicada landed on a flower, sucking the nectar slowly. Countless pairs of eyes were focused on her slightest movement, making sure that she didn't miss anything.
Soon, Hua Xi felt tired. She wiped the soil on her hands casually and walked to the front of the flower. "Is it tasty?" she asked Cold Cicada with widened eyes.
It was unclear if Cold Cicada had any deeper meaning in this question. After a moment of hesitation, it rubbed its armored limbs and gave a positive response.
Hua Xi picked a flower and brought it to her lips to lick it. The smile on her face grew wider, as she said with a smile, "It's really sweet."
… … The Snow Girl went through the wall and went to the next room.
The 720th floor had six floors. The floor of this room had been hollowed out by her, creating a building space that looked like a patio. Several rows of bookshelves were arranged from the ground to the top of the six-story building. It looked like a cliff made of books, giving off an extremely dangerous feeling. It was as if the books would fall down like a wave in the next moment and pounce on them.
The Snow Girl looked at the two red clothes she bought in the shopping mall. The clothes fell apart instantly and formed a red cloak, which landed on her body without looking tacky.
In the next moment, dozens of books flew out from the overpass and circled around her body like little birds. The red cloak fluttered in the wind caused by the books; it was a beautiful sight.
…
…
He looked up at the sky
The snowflakes rose in the air
He lowered his head to look at the ground
The fish plunged into the soil
A pair of eyeballs in the heaven and earth
Heaven and earth blinked
Do you choose to forget
Or die? "(Note: written by a friend)
The pencil slid on the surface of the paper, leaving its own residue along with the sound of friction, and writing a dark poem.
Jing Jiu put down the pencil slowly and read it carefully a few times under the dim light of dusk outside the window; it was unclear whether he was appreciating it or examining it.
The door of the room was pushed open, and Hua Xi walked in with a red flower in her mouth, saying something indistinctly.
Jing Jiu went to the next unit. Looking at the bookshelves that were six stories high, he felt a sense of pressure, his face growing paler. Then, he saw the Snow Girl flying in the ocean of books and the red cloak tousling in the wind. Jing Jiu felt the scene was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember where. "Time to … eat," he said.
The Snow Girl didn't eat, but she would sit by his side every time they ate. Two simple dishes and rice were paired with the same boring and repetitive news. There was a change of personnel in the Starchain Fleet, and the governor of a certain sector had been replaced. Finally, there was something new.
"Ms. Zong Lizi has completed her studies at the College of Priests, and she will succeed as the female priest of the Stargate next year. We all know that the College of Priests announced the termination of this woman's studies some time ago. What has happened in the meantime? The following is the scene of the graduation ceremony of the College of Priests. We'll comment on it later. "
Hua Xi didn't pay any attention to it, nor did the Snow Girl.
Looking at the silver-haired girl in the ceremonial robe on the TV screen, Jing Jiu had a familiar feeling again, but he couldn't remember what it was.
…
…
The grassland stretched as far as the eye could see on the surface of the Stargate, and the soft and wet sand underneath it looked like a prosperous world.
The huge pagoda-like praying hall was ablaze with lights, devoid of its usual tranquility. The preachers and the servant girls sat on the futons, their faces beaming.
The scene of the news was playing on the sky-like gray curtain. It was the graduation ceremony of the College of Priests on the Main Planet. Three new priests graduated that day, but the attention of the crowd was focused on Zong Lizi.
Sitting behind the gray curtain, the priest of the Stargate wore a gratified smile on the corners of her mouth. She knew that the event had something to do with the godly commissioner named Zhao Layue.
It was a simple piece of news, and it came to an end soon. The crowd in the praying hall dispersed after bowing to the gray curtain.
In the early morning, a patch of cloud and fog was brought by the morning sunlight, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the fog.
The female priest of the Stargate opened her eyes and looked in that direction.
A middle-aged scholar walked out from the cloud and fog, his face showing a weathered expression. It was unclear how old he was.
He walked to the front of the green ceramic pot and looked at a few flower petals on the surface of the water. He reached out his hand and picked up a petal, saying, "There are fifty paths toward heaven and forty-nine in heaven. I'm one of them."
This scholar had a weathered expression on his face. It was unclear how old he was, but his eyes were very clean, showing a hint of innocence and childishness.
The female priest of the Stargate thought that he was Bu Qiuxiao, the House Master of One-Cottage, whom the god had mentioned in the books. But when she saw his face and sensed his natural and innocent energy and the flower petal in his hand, she realized that he had a childish face.
The petal with his name on it quivered slightly in the wind and then dissipated in the morning sunlight.
The fresh water droplets and the petals turned into a great deal of information, entering his Awareness Ocean.
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