If it rained like before, the children playing basketball and skateboarders would definitely go home. On this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone. But it has rarely rained these days recently, and snowflakes fall. They would not care about it and continue to play the ball happily. Some teenagers even took off their shirts and kept sprinting in the snowflakes, and the laughter became even louder.

A sound of a harmonica came from a distance, looming in laughter and scolding.

Several teenagers who were not on the skateboard turn looked down the sound and saw the teenager in blue on the wall.

The sound of the harmonica played by the boy in blue is not problematic in terms of tone or rhythm. The problem is that it is too standard, so the sense of mechanical and imitation is very strong, not very pleasant, or it can be said that it lacks a sense of freedom, or it lacks a sense of art? But no matter what, in the snowflakes falling from the sky, on the abandoned wall, a lonely boy playing the harmonica is indeed an easy to touch. Those boys are still very young and have some inexplicable emotions.

"Why are you still playing basketball!"

"Don't think it's snow. It's corrosive if it melts! Especially you guys are still shirtless! Is this asking for death?"

"Everyone should pack up and go home quickly. The homework that should be reviewed! Wait until the snow stops before playing!"

Laughing, quarrels, harmonica sounds and joyful, exciting, inexplicable emotions were simultaneously broken by a stern voice.

The person who spoke was a lady, who was about forty years old. Although her voice was stern, her expression was very gentle, and her lips were slightly raised and she had a smile. The teenagers who played basketball and skateboard stopped one after another, complained unhappily for a few words, but they all obediently began to wear clothes and prepared to leave, and at the same time said hello to the lady.

The lady's name is Eve, who is a life management committee member of the community, but this is just a part-time job. Her official career is the affairs officer of the Administrative Activity Center of Xiaxi District, the city. Her main responsibility is to work for teenagers. She often goes to various schools to inspect, and these teenagers know her.

Eve touched the head of a little boy, smiled and said a few words to them. Suddenly, listening to the sound of harmonica coming from afar, looked over curiously, looked at the boy in blue on the wall, and asked slightly, "Who is that?"

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

"I heard that he and his sister are the only ones at home, and her sister seems to have some problems with her brain."

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

After listening to the teenagers' introduction, Eve looked at the teenager on the wall and felt some sympathy.

Genetic optimization is now very popular, but congenital genetic diseases are still difficult to treat, especially brain problems, which require a lot of money.

Medical problems that require a lot of money to solve have always been only a very small number of people on this planet who have the qualifications to solve them.

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

"Is this called behind the scenes? Let's talk about it, what's wrong with saying a few words? Can he still rush over and hit me?"

"My mother said, ignore the lunatic, who knows if something will happen."

"That guy is not a lunatic, he seems to be called... autism?"

The teenagers' discussion continued. Eve shook her head and retracted her gaze and said to them: "Go away quickly, it looks like the snow will be heavy today."

"Teacher Eve, when will the ban be lifted? Hold it in every day..."

"Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? It's different to play ball and skateboard here. What's the difference?"

"When you read the news, you need to do a second citizen registration and the ban, you always feel that the government is looking for something. Do you guess it will be a legendary stellar weapon?"

"Hahaha, why don't you say you are looking for the emperor of the Sea of ​​Dark Things?"

"Teacher, please take this."

"No, I brought an umbrella."

Teacher Eve looked at the boy on the abandoned wall again, opened the old film umbrella in his hand, blocking the snowflakes falling from the sky. The other boys also opened their umbrellas, or opened the airflow device, and walked out of the court in groups of three or two, and soon disappeared from the road between the buildings in the living area.

The world has become quiet.

The boy in blue wiped the harmonica with his sleeve, put it in his pocket, turned around and jumped off the wall.

From taking off the harmonica to wiping it to putting it in and then jumping off the wall, his movements were very slow, as if he had broken down a normal person's movement into many details. It is understandable that other movements are slow, but why would the action of jumping off the wall appear so slowly? You must know that it is related to the gravity of the planet.

The sneakers fell to the ground, splashing a few thin particles of snow, the hat was lifted up a little, and the boy 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 at will.

People with such eyes are often very simple, even too naive, and almost foolish.

The boy put on his hat again, lowered his head and walked past the already quiet court. He passed the walls full of skateboard bumps, and walked along the path close to the garbage dump and lake outside the living area to the farthest District 7.

There are 38 living buildings in the seventh district, 720 is located at the outermost edge. When you turn over the railings, you will be an abandoned agricultural area. No one will come here at all, so it looks particularly quiet and even a bit terrifying.

There are no bicycles in the partition area about 30 meters wide in front of the building, nor are there any luxurious floating cars, there are no neat lawns in the flower beds, and some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that were not harvested last winter in the corner. The snow has covered a layer, and there are no bamboo leaves falling from birds, and there are no flowers left by cats.

When he walked to the door of the iron unit, the boy took out the key from his pants pocket, inserted it slowly into the lock, and shook it twice before opening the door. When he walked into the building, there was a soup that had been poured down at some point in the wooden door handle of the room on the left, and the iron door of the room on the right hand was covered with rust.

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

With a creaking sound, the iron door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a innocent and beautiful little face.

"Brother, are you back?"

The boy stood outside the door and was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer this sentence, but in the end he just said no.

The girl who called him brother didn't think anything was wrong with him. She pulled her cotton slippers and ran back to the living room, sat on a soft chair full of cushions, reached out to carry the big snow-white doll into her arms, and continued to watch TV. The cartoon was played on the TV light screen, and I don't know what it was, which made the little girl smile foolishly.

The snow doll in her arms was also giggling. Because she had no mouth, her eyes narrowed into two curves, looking very cute and weird. The boy changed into slippers and walked into the house, stood beside the soft chair and looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms, opened her mouth, trying to say something, but she couldn't 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 boy's shoulder. It hit his neck at high speed, as if giving him a massage, and at the same time told him what happened today, and the lady seemed to be sick again and forgot to cook.

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A little thing that can do so many things and can use its body to express military passwords naturally cannot be a real bow or a butterfly.

It is a chilling cicada, and the doll is naturally Xue Ji. The boy holding the doll is naturally Huaxi. Of course, Jing Jiu is called the brother by Huaxi.

They have been away from the ground and come to this city for a while, and they are not isolated from the world. Anyway, they live their lives casually or roughly.

Huaxi forgot a lot of things because of the damage to the chip behind the neck. She was like a real child, often smirking at the TV.

Xue Ji smiled at the TV, not sure if she thought many things in this world were ridiculous, or if she thought Jing Jiu was ridiculous. Now Jing Jiu is like a terminal operating in the strongest power-saving mode, with extremely low power consumption, and her natural computing power and various capabilities have dropped to the limit.

One step further, he will sleep or die. If he adjusts the power slightly, he will inspire the program of Chengtian Sword.

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

Isn’t this ridiculous that Jingyang’s real person has become a fool?

Perhaps because his appearance was born from the heart, his face had changed a lot, which was even more ridiculous in Xue Ji's opinion.

"Go and cook." Jing Jiu said.

Hua Xi tilted her head and thought for a while before she remembered what she had forgotten to do today. She awoke and quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

Jing Jiu sat on the soft chair, put a few cushions behind him mechanically, slowly leaned up, reached over the remote control, and naturally adjusted to the news channel.

Xue Ji looked at him expressionlessly, thinking that she would not kill you because you were a fool.

"Forward the base 2...the star is abnormally active...the space cracks...shocked." The news anchor was saying something seriously on the TV light curtain. Jing Jiu actually didn't understand. He didn't even know why he was watching the news channel. He only remembered that this seemed to be a very important thing.

At this time, Huaxi's voice sounded from the kitchen: "Will you add white vinegar or aged vinegar?"

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

Huaxi and Xueji both looked at him and waited for his answer.
Chapter completed!