After resting on the bluestone for a long time, Mo Buxiao reluctantly stood up with lingering fear, dragged his still aching legs to the place where he encountered the giant python, picked up the unbroken back bamboo basket and scattered stones, and used all his strength to
Put the bamboo pole on your shoulders and walk down the mountain step by step.
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we walked one mile along the path to the city's outer ring road. We took a nuclear bus there and rode eleven stops to the garden decoration market, where we sold the colorful and odd-shaped stones for garden decoration.
workers earned 10 earth coins.
Then I took the bus to the Quanjude Galaxy chain store in the city center, spent 3 earth coins to buy my parents’ favorite Peking duck, and then took the subway home.
From the subway entrance, you have to walk more than 500 meters to the community where Mo Buxiao's home is - "Qiankun·Honghua New City". The building is built on a piece of land of less than 600 acres and consists of 68 buildings with 81 floors.
It consists of high-rise buildings and is home to nearly 5,500 households with a total of more than 17,000 people.
Sixty-eight high-rise buildings are closely arranged. The trees in the middle of the high-rise buildings have long since died and rotted due to lack of sunlight all year round. Standing in the middle of the high-rise buildings, all you feel is endless crowding and depression.
For the people living here, they have long been numb to it. When a person is in pain but cannot use external force or his own strength to remove the pain, numbing himself may be the best way.
The sound of "rumbling" underground operations kept coming from the mining area a mile away. It is said that there is a large cobalt mine there, and a newly established company called "Shuimu Mining" obtained it from the government a month ago.
to the mining rights.
Since two weeks ago, the "rumbling" drilling sound has almost never stopped. Along with the drilling sound like thunder, there are occasional slight vibrations on the ground surface, which makes the residents in the community extremely annoyed.
What made everyone even more frightened and angry were the violent explosions that came from time to time. Each explosion would cause the glass and door cabinets in the room to shake violently.
However, even if the residents are bored, angry and threatened, they can only endure it helplessly, because inferior humans seem to have no right to reject the noise. Everyone can only hope that those damn cobalt mines can be dug out soon, and the residents really
Going crazy.
Only at six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of machines and explosions will stop for an hour or two. This is also the busiest time in the entire community, when everyone is busy cooking, eating, and enjoying the rare moment.
of quietness.
This is where Mo Buxiao’s home is, and no matter what, he loves it here. In the past six years, he has gotten to know many, many residents, and there are more than 2,000 people who can be named directly by their grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters.
Although Mo Buxiao has a very high memory ability, is smart and sensible, people in the community like to call Mo Buxiao "Silly Buxiao". Why, probably because his wisdom and sensibleness are not recognized by most people.
He cannot understand, but his innate mysterious consciousness and memory prevent Mo Buxiao from being as innocent and childish as ordinary children.
When children of the same age were playing "hide and seek", "throwing sandbags", "playing house" and "playing marbles" enthusiastically in various places in the community, Mo Buxiao always sat aside with a smile.
Just like an adult looking at a group of cute children. Then he took out a well-thumbed book and read it with gusto.
Although he did not go to school, no one in the community would doubt that Mo Buxiao would be a good student with excellent grades in the future. Completely relying on self-study, Mobuxiao had completed the entire education from elementary school to junior high school at the age of five. Today, Mobuxiao has a
It's a textbook for the third year of high school.
In this regard, Mo Buxiao is considered a genius.
"Old Mo, if your family is so smart, he will definitely be able to get a doctorate in the future. If he works harder, he can become one of the top human beings. By the way, what are you going to let him learn by then?"
"Haha, let the child learn whatever he wants to learn. No matter how hard and tired my mother and I are, we still have to give the child a doctorate."
"Old Mo, don't laugh at this child. He is so smart and tall. He is not a child of a superior human being and was stolen by you, right?"
Mo Buxiao likes this name - Silly Buxiao. He understands it as "only fools don't laugh", so he will always smile or laugh wildly whenever it makes him feel happy.
Smiling will get him more smiles. Smiles of friendship, smiles of family, and smiles of elders. He likes to smile and accept these smiles happily.
Even though Mo Bu smiles like a six-year-old child, his sincere smile also allows him to truly integrate into the life of this community. This is his home, his world.
Uncle Ge lost 10 yuan playing mahjong and was punished by his wife to kneel on the keyboard; He and his aunt's youngest son only scored 71 points in the science test, so he and his aunt took off his pants and spanked him with a bamboo stick, and then forced him to use his weekend time
Looking for tutoring from Mo Buxiao; Brother Wang peeked at Widow Zhang taking a bath and Widow Zhang knew about it, and recently heard that they were getting married; Uncle Li's daughter passed the examination for senior employees of Qiankun Company and is ready to work hard for three or two years and take Uncle Li with her
Live the life of a superior human being…
Perhaps, these are real lives.
He knows that there is a violent and imprisoned evil dragon in his heart, and many things in the world, such as family and friendship, can soothe the dragon's emotions that can get out of control at any time, so that the unspeakable loss, hesitation and anger in his heart can be calmed down.
So he cherishes this hard-won peace and tranquility very much. Even if there are endless "rumbling" sounds in the distance, as long as he can see those familiar figures and hear those familiar voices, he will feel like a pool of autumn water in his heart.
Not a single ripple.
Over the years, he has helped the son of the He family with math tutoring, helped the uncle of the Ma family read letters from his daughter who was studying far away, helped Aunt Xiong choose vegetables and twist clothes, and accepted Aunt Xiong's massage on his chubby face, helping...
All kinds of sacrifices are not for getting anything, but because he likes everyone here, everyone who lives strong, fragile, persistent, humble, happy, and sadly.
He often encounters strange dreams in the dead of night, such as the colorful sky, the burning sun, and the buzzing, shaking and collapsing buildings...
The scene at this time seems to be somewhat similar to a dream. Oh, no! This does not seem to be a dream!
With the sound of drilling and a violent explosion in the distant mining area, the entire land was shaking. The shaking of the earth did not stop after a while, but became more intense and crazy...
Thousands of birds fled in panic from every corner within a mile, and their panicked screams were swallowed up by the trembling of the earth.
Before all the birds have flown, disaster has arrived.
Mo Buxiao saw with his own eyes that the sixty-eight tall buildings collapsed one after another amid violent shaking...
Thick yellow smoke rose from the collapsed building, like a demon proudly spreading its huge body, spreading its claws in the air, drowning everything...
He seemed to hear shrill screams coming from the monstrous smoke and dust, heard people screaming in fear, heard masonry shattering and steel bars twisting, heard huge beams falling and crushing all human bones, heard
Blood gurgled out, and people's breaths were heard gradually disappearing in despair...
He seemed to see the grandparents, father, mother, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters he was so familiar with falling with the collapsed building, saw the huge stones smashing their skulls into pieces and stained the flesh with red bricks, and saw their wide eyes gradually losing sight of them.
Brilliant, I saw a devil sneering "Jie Jie" in the yellow dust...
He seemed to smell the strong sour smell of the liquid bomb from the explosion, the fragrance of the food that had not yet been brought to the table, the rotten smell in the ruins, and the blood of the entire world...
Right in front of you, so close, so close that you can touch it.
It is difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams. Bleeding in the real world should be painful. Mo Buxiao, who was kneeling on the ground facing Honghua New City, used all his strength to hit the cement floor with his clenched fist again and again, and dark red blood flowed out from the joints.
A drop fell on the broken stone, breaking into little blood flowers.
Why is there no pain? Is this a dream?
But why does my heart hurt so much, so suddenly, and so heartbreakingly painful?
Is it real or is it a dream?
Is it a dream or is it real?
Really? Dreaming?
Dreaming? Really!
Ah!!!! What on earth is that?! The raging anger hit the mottled and rough tree trunk by the roadside with his fist, and the thick willow tree broke into two pieces with a muffled sound.
The evil dragon in my heart is struggling, and its anger is like boiling lava in a volcano, rushing out majestically. This is the power to destroy the earth.
It was pitch black before his eyes, and Mo Bu smiled and fainted in the grass.
This day is May 1, 61 AD in the human cosmic era, which is also May 1, 2435 AD, in the human earth era.