It is the first thing that every living person does every day.
The sun rises and sets, and we live according to this order.
——"The Blue New Testament, Chapter 1: Soil"
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When Lin Sen woke up, he was lying on a bed that was not very comfortable, even a little sloppy and dirty.
The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the pain in my lower back and smelled a strange smell in my nose.
After getting out of bed and going to the living room, I saw Lin Yan cooking, Lin Xue standing at the door practicing piano, and his father holding his newly bought crystal plate, smoking a cigarette and watching cartoons.
"What does it smell like?" Lin Sen frowned and sat down.
"Garlic." Lin Yan replied.
"Garlic?" Lin Sen felt strange. Eating garlic so early in the morning?
"Yes! You were clamoring for food last night, the first batch of things to grow from the garden!" Lin Yan came over with vegetables.
Lin Sen took a closer look and saw that it was the leftover python legs from last week, with a row of white jade-like garlic piled neatly next to it.
"Completely boiled! Basically retain the original flavor!" Lin Yan put down the plate with a smile.
Lin Sen could only smile awkwardly.
"Dad, stop looking and let's eat." Lin Yan forcibly put away the crystal plate in her father's hand.
"Hmm..." Lin Han, who was still unfinished, picked up his chopsticks and looked at the things on the table. He was as puzzled as his son: "Garlic?"
"Yes! Oops..."
Lin Yan lost her grip and broke a plate.
There was a crisp sound, accompanied by the sound of Lin Sen chewing food.
Garlic?…
Things that grow in the soil.
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“Protecting the environment is everyone’s responsibility?”
"How can such an expression interest anyone?"
"Uh? Isn't it right?"
"Ha...of course it's not right!"
"The environment does not need your protection, especially the earth! There were many times when it was hotter than now, and there were also many times when it was much colder than now, but what about the earth? For it, these are just some insignificant fragments. What we really need
What you do is protect yourself! Protect us humans!”
"Um...really?"
"Isn't it?! Think about it!"
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Although he couldn't remember where he heard this conversation, Lin Sen kept repeating it in his ears after he woke up again.
Only this time, when Lin Sen woke up, he found that it was still dark outside and the room was quiet, with no sound at all.
"Sister?" Lin Sen stood up and walked outside the house. He knocked on the door next door.
"Boom!"
"Sister?! Are you asleep?"
No one answered.
Lin Sen was a little scared. He wanted to open the door and have a clear look, but he didn't dare to do so.
So in the end, Lin Sen retained the fantasy that they were just asleep and didn't hear anything.
But when Lin Sen came to the living room, he found that in front of the dining room table, his father's crystal panel was still playing cartoons on the table, and the smell of smoke still lingered in the air.
Lin Sen walked over and took a look. It was a very old antique cartoon.
It's called "The Mole's Story"... I don't know where my father got the data stream from... I'm even more curious about why those ancestors preserved this cartoon when they left the earth.
Lin Sen smiled slightly when he saw the little mole calling his friends after discovering the presence of a predator.
But suddenly he felt someone peering at him in the dark.
So he turned around suddenly and looked over cautiously.
Only to find...there was nothing in the darkness, including his room and the door that he didn't have the courage to push open...
All disappeared.
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"I like the things that grow in the soil! It feels magical!" Lin Sen squatted beside the vegetable garden and said.
But there was no smile on Lin Yan's face. She pulled Lin Sen up with a cold face and said, "But your hands are for playing the piano! Not for digging! Do you know if you suffer the consequences here?"
How will your father punish you if you get hurt?!"
Lin Sen's smile was still there, but it was frozen.
He looked at the dirt at his fingertips, and all the joy was washed away, leaving only filth and disgust.
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“Harmonious natural order?
Don’t say it so noble! We are always incompatible with the natural order! Because we have our own order!”
"So...you still insist on believing that humans don't need to do anything for nature!?"
"What?"
"I mean……"
"I understand what you mean! I feel incredible, why you still can't understand what I mean?!"
"Then...what do you mean?"
"Don't let us be the most fleeting episode on the planet, that's what I mean!"
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When I woke up again, it was still dark, but it was not because of the night, but because the sky was terrifyingly gloomy, the wind was roaring, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming.
"Brother! Don't worry about the vegetable garden! In the worst case, just plant it again!" Lin Xue pushed Lin Yan and ran towards the house.
Lin Sen was still standing in the yard.
He looked at the green vegetables in front of him and felt their vitality... Compared with humans, they looked so fragile...
A flash of lightning brought Lin Sen back to his senses, and he hurriedly entered the house.
Along with the thunder, the curtain of rain made the world extremely hazy.
Lin Yan was sitting in a wheelchair, her face looked very bad, which was caused by the pain caused by the rainy day, but she was trying her best to restrain herself...
"Sister?!" After Lin Xue found out, she hurriedly knelt down and rubbed Lin Yan's legs. She tried to use the warmth of her palms to relieve Lin Yan's pain.
It didn't help, but Lin Yan still forced a smile and said: "Thank you."
Lin Sen stood in front of the door, watching the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier. Soon the yard was flooded and the vegetables in the garden were basically finished.
but……
A few days later, when Lin Sen came home exhausted, he found Lin Xuezheng and Lin Yan beside the vegetable garden with happy faces on their faces.
Finding that Lin Sen was back, Lin Xue waved and said: "Brother! Come and see! Come and see!"
"Huh?" Lin Sen put down his tools and walked over.
As a result, I saw a small seedling growing where Lin Xue pointed.
"It's sprouting again!!" Lin Xuexi said happily.
Lin Sen couldn't believe his eyes. He originally thought that the vegetable garden had suffered apocalyptic destruction due to the heavy rain.
But in just a few days, new seedlings have already sprouted from the dark depths of the soil.
He squatted down and carefully reached out his hand to touch the young seedling. The moment he felt it, Lin Sen's surprise turned into a happy smile, but he soon became confused again...
A life that once seemed so fragile, an existence that was insignificant compared to humans, is it now vulnerable and inferior...or is it tenacious beyond imagination?!
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"Everyone is very sad. He is a great man, a pure man, a man who has escaped from vulgar taste! And I quote this comment from a great man to express my memory of my best friend because I
I hope more people can understand and understand his sincere words, and I hope his will can be passed down and carried forward!"
There was no eulogy from the pastor, nor a crowd of people seeing him off.
When his coffin was placed in the tomb, only a little boy was present who did not cry.
The little figure standing next to her mother quietly watched her father leave, watching the soil fill the grave.
After the burial, the little boy was still standing in front of the tombstone.
Seeing this scene, the man who had appeared as an opponent signaled the butler to wait, and then he returned to the tombstone and stood with the little boy.
"Your father is a great man, maybe not that famous, but his will is very precious to us. Although we were rivals, now...I finally realized that we don't like each other that much.
friend."
Hearing this, the little boy raised his head and looked at the man beside him and said, "Uncle, can you answer me a question?"
"Huh?" The man looked at the little boy doubtfully. He squatted down and said with a smile, "Okay."
The little boy looked at the newly filled soil quietly and said after a long time: "I used to have a friend, Que Yu'er. He listened to me every day and never got angry at me. But such a good friend is still
It rotted... I took it to my dad sadly, but my dad told me that Yu'er is not dead! It just needs to be buried in the soil, and then it will come back to life in just one year!"
The man smiled slightly when he heard this. Infected by the boy's innocence, he smiled and said, "What happened next? Did Yu'er come back to life later?"
The boy turned his head and looked at the man in front of him and said: "After a year, new seedlings did grow where Yu'er was buried, but it will take many years for it to grow up and bear fruit. Moreover, I slowly began to understand
, it is actually just a continuation of the seeds of life. Resurrection does not exist. After all, even if the honey rain fruit tree blooms and bears fruit in the past ten years and grows fruits exactly like Yu'er, my quiet friend will not be able to
Come back again, right?"
Hearing this, the smile on the man's face froze. He suddenly discovered that there was no child-like innocence and innocence in the eyes of the little boy in front of him, but there was no turbidity or vicissitudes, and there was just a picture that seemed to pass by without the wind.
The surface of the lake was so quiet that there was no ripple at all.
"Uncle?" The boy saw that the man in front of him remained silent, so he tugged on his sleeve.
The man who had come back to his senses looked at the boy, his expression no longer so kind, and he replied: "Yes, you are right, life can be extended, but it can never be repeated, but..."
The man stood up and looked at the tomb quilt and said: "But there is more than one form of life. Even if there is no soil in our hearts, we can still give birth to a new future. This is my answer."
The boy listened quietly, and then he smiled: "Thank you, uncle."
The man didn't look at him again. He turned and left, his steps a little hasty, as if he was escaping.
When his car left, a woman hurried into the cemetery. Then when she saw the boy, she shouted: "Yang Di! Do you know how long I have been looking for you?!"
Yang Di looked at the stepmother in front of him, then looked back at his father's tombstone and said, "Dad, Yu'er will be back."
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Watching Yang Di, who was still a child, being dragged away by her young stepmother.
Lin Sen's heart was very complicated.
He originally thought that Yang Di's family should be a very warm one... But now it seems that the man lying in the coffin has sacrificed a lot in order to let his will be buried in the soil again.
"After the hopeless thoughts were buried in this boy's heart, he no longer had any expectations for the world." The speaker squatted down, grabbed a handful of wet soil and then put it down.
Lin Sen looked at him and asked: "So the third person...is Yang Di?"
He smiled after hearing this, without answering or denying.
He just said: "There are many random variables, but that does not mean that dark thoughts are facts."
Lin Sen hesitated and thought to himself: 'Is this considered a denial?'
"I don't understand... If no one has any ill intentions, then what is the point of everything we have suffered?"
He looked at Lin Sen and asked, "Why do you bury vegetable seeds in the dark, damp and cold ground?"
Lin Sen frowned.
"Is it to watch it reproduce more of its kind, or to eat it to ensure your own vitamin needs?" He smiled, and there was no trace of questioning or righteousness in his tone.
Although Lin Sen was asked a question, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.
He thought about it seriously and replied: "Even the Buddha knows that without eating whole grains, mortal disciples cannot spread goodwill and love in the world. So, I didn't think so much. I just want to give everything to myself."
Please order more food with your meal.”
Hearing this, he patted Lin Sen on the shoulder and said, "Yes, that's the answer."
This is the answer?!
Lin Sen was shocked. All the good feelings he had before suddenly disappeared, and now he began to hate a person who despised him.
"But we are not vegetables, we are living people! We have flesh and blood and a soul! How can we be the same as vegetables, just a common thought..." Lin Sen could not describe the feeling, but he was so humble and cheap
Lin Sen couldn't accept it no matter what.
But he said: "Don't be so nervous. I am also a human being. I also have a lover and many beautiful memories. So how can I discuss the issue of extinction so lightly."
Lin Sen looked at him in front of him with some doubts.
He didn't explain much, just moved his fingers lightly, and the world changed drastically.
The cemetery disappeared and they came to a brand new place.
A place that is extremely unfamiliar to Lin Sen.
Look around, this is a super futuristic city with a sense of technology.
The so-called super future is a concept proposed by a scholar named Ou Han Mohen who is the same as Yang Di. In his discussion, although the existing human dome structure is great, it is still an early product of technological creation.
It does not break away from the existing thinking about "city".
Therefore, Ou Hanmohen proposed a concept of "super future".
In his vision, the ultra-future city is a centripetal structure that is similar to a huge sphere. All buildings, roads, and everything are built around the center. Here, the way humans travel will be two-dimensional point-to-point straight lines.
Jumping to the three-dimensional angle flow, the general meaning is that if you want to go somewhere, you only need to set the angle and rely on the centripetal force of the city center to freely travel back and forth. As the size of the city and the resident population reach a relative
At the critical point of stability, there is no travel conflict between people.
Of course, some people have said that since we want to imagine, why not just build the future city into a huge thinking core, and then connect everyone’s thoughts together. Everyone can create their own world, and then share it through other methods.
How about communicating and reaching the world you want to go to?
At that time, Ou Hanmoheng had only one answer, because... "Golden Birdcage!"
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Lin Sen found it difficult to adapt to walking in such a dizzying city.
However, he is in good condition and even enjoys this allusion from the concept.
"Order is a very interesting thing, just like temperature can change the basic form of matter." He said as he walked to a fountain, raised his hand, cold air spurted out, and the water with no fixed shape turned into wonderful,
Freehand natural art ice sculpture.
Residents passing by expressed admiration, but they basically had no intention of stopping to take photos, and continued to do their own things with smiles.
"So... is this the reason why you took me to see this city?" Lin Sen asked.
He smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and the ice sculpture turned into flowing water again.
"No, my only reason is to let you see more things, more things that you are so accustomed to and turn a blind eye to." He walked over and stood in front of Lin Sen.
Lin Sen looked at him and hesitated to speak.
"Do you like yourself the way you are?" he asked.
Lin Sen was a little confused. He thought for a while and replied: "It's not bad. There's nothing to dislike."
He laughed when he heard this: "The way you speak is really interesting. It seems that you are always careful. This is not good. It is not like you. It is not like you who tore up the music sheet in front of my father."
Lin Sen felt disgusted in his heart when he heard this... He had seen the power of this existence, and naturally understood why he knew so much, but such a no-brainer revelation was... a bit difficult for Lin Sen to accept.
"Oh, by the way! Speaking of music scores, I suddenly thought of a better answer to your question."
"oh?"
"Did you just want to ask me why humans have to accept the destruction and rebirth of the Center Curtain again and again?"
Lin Sen thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I really want to know the answer."
He understood, then raised his hand, and a sheet of music appeared in his hand.
"Familiar?"
Lin Sen took it and saw that it was a piano piece that everyone was familiar with - "The Mark of Rain".
Not to mention Lin Sen, as long as everyone listens to this piece of music, they can also restore the rhythm with simple syllables.
"Well, it's familiar. This is one of my practice songs when I was a kid."
"Okay." He said and his eyes moved, and the music score in Lin Sen's hand suddenly burned.
Lin Sen was startled and dropped the sheet music on the ground, watching it disappear little by little and burn into ashes.
"Did I just burn Mark of the Rain?" he asked.
Lin Sen heard this and said: "No, it's just a joy..." Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sen understood.
"It's just a sheet of music, right?" He looked at Lin Sen and whispered softly: "Music will not disappear just because the sheet of music is burned, even if no one remembers the original movement, so... the seeds are buried in the soil.
, even if the fruit that grows is no longer the quiet friend that the little boy remembers, can you just deny the power of life and its recurrence?"