The fighting in the Mist Abyss Fortress did not attract anyone's attention. Under the deliberate cover of the tyrant Mamen, the strangeness here did not even cause any abnormalities in Wandering Branch Road, let alone the entire Great Rift, or even the Oath City outside the Great Rift.
·Opos is gone.
Every day, endless mist gushes out from the cracks, mixed with warm ash, like black snow or toxic smog.
Some scholars said that the fog and ash came from companies discharging pollutants into the Great Fissure. They held up slogans and marched along the Great Fissure, demanding attention to environmental protection and prohibiting the discharge of pollutants into the Great Fissure.
There are also adventurers who are well-equipped and regard the bottom of the Great Rift as a virgin land that has not yet been touched by anyone. They vow to explore the unknown under this sea of fog and find the source of all these strange phenomena.
Many adventurers were lost in the thick sea of fog. Under the official cover-up, no one mentioned the mystery of the Great Rift. So far, only a few people still care about it. Most people have become accustomed to such an existence.
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As for where the great rift comes from, why the fog sea arises, and what the ashes are all about, this is still an unsolved mystery for ordinary people.
The mystery is not important.
Nowadays, people have become accustomed to the existence of the Great Rift, and regard the Sea of Fog and Ashes as a peculiar natural landscape. The hazy and illusory fog accumulates over the city, forming a huge layer of fog that covers most of the city.
, also cast the shadow together.
Sunny days are rare in Opos, and sunshine is a precious thing for everyone here, especially for Afia.
Afia walked out of the store and looked up at the sky. Compared with the usual gloomy days, the heavy clouds today were much thinner, and the golden sunshine was falling down, shining warmly on her body.
In Opos, a city with a harsh environment and serious industrial pollution, flowers are a treasured thing, and a flower shop like Afia is even rarer among the rare.
Afiya got busy early in the morning. She opened the window and opened the skylight cover to let the sunlight pass through the glass and enter the room. At the same time, she did not forget to pick up a few pots of flowers and pile them up at the door of the flower shop.
Outside. On such a sunny day, flowers should bloom outside the flower shop.
After the simple processing, Afia changed into gardening clothes, picked up a kettle to water the flowers, and picked up scissors from time to time to prune the branches. Not long after she was busy, other employees in the flower shop also arrived one after another.
People are busy, like blooming flowers, and their arrival makes the flower shop come alive.
The streets outside gradually became busier. Vehicles piled up at the intersection. Everyone complained about the traffic jam and honked their horns in boredom. More people hurried past, entered the subway station, and were taken to another part of the city by carriages.
One end.
Every time like this, Afia would stand quietly at the door of the flower shop, looking at the busy scene.
This is the most simple and ordinary scene in Oath City Opos. In this extremely developed city, it does not have any unique customs, but if it has any characteristics, the only thing Afia can think of is the mechanical one.
Busy and crazy development with rapid changes.
This city is like a giant beast, devouring the lives of mediocre people, treating them as mechanical components made of flesh and blood, pieced together to become a madly advancing machine.
Since its inception more than sixty years ago, it has never stopped.
With development to this day, Oath City Opos is still expanding, with new buildings rising from the ground one after another. At an altitude of 100 meters above the ground, workers are sitting on beams made of simple iron frames, eating breakfast together, overlooking the grandeur.
A fortified city.
Many people hate this place and feel that this city is devouring everyone's life. The gloomy weather is suffocating. Some people hate the development of this city. It dominates every place with steel and concrete. The natural scenery has long been lost.
Destroyed by industrial waste gas.
"Ahem, the air here is getting worse and worse."
The white-haired old lady covered her nose and looked at the gloomy sky with disgust. In her eyes, the fog shrouding the city was the source of all evil, throwing out filth all the time.
dust.
"I really miss the days in my hometown," the old lady whispered. "There are not so many high-rise buildings, nor are there so many cars on the streets. There are only green fields and forests. There is no need for flower shops there, because they are everywhere.
Flowers.”
The old lady looked at Afia in confusion, "Why do you like this place so much?"
The old lady wanted to return to her hometown a long time ago, but she was worried about leaving Afia here. In her opinion, Afia was still a child and needed to be taken care of.
"Um……"
Afia stopped what she was doing and thought seriously.
Some people like it here, and some people hate it. The old lady thought that Afia would not like this place, but what is surprising is that this girl who likes flowers actually particularly likes this gloomy city.
She felt that Afia's destination should be a place full of green fields.
"What should I say?"
Afia looked at the busy traffic on the street, "This city does have a lot of annoying things, but there are also good things, such as it is very progressive."
She looked at the old lady with surprise on her face, "I want to get admitted to the university here. I can learn the best knowledge here."
The old lady fell silent. She could not deny this. Opos had the most advanced knowledge and the highest schools. She knew that Afia could not keep selling flowers, and sooner or later she would have to take another path.
"well……"
The old lady sat on the chair and sighed, "This city is lifeless, but it is also full of vitality."
The whole city is extremely monotonous. Everyone is busy and faithfully performs the duties of screws, but it is also full of vitality. Here you can see emerging art works, avant-garde music works, and movie posters plastered all over the high-rise buildings.
Countless outsiders come every day, injecting fresh blood into this city.
The old lady still remembers how she felt when she brought Afia from her hometown town to this city a few years ago.
As if traveling through time, she came to a city a hundred years later, filled with things she had never seen before. In comparison, the small town in her hometown was as backward as a primitive tribe.
No matter how tired she is, the old lady understands that it is the right choice for Afia to stay here. This city is full of future, and Afia has unlimited possibilities here.
Afia said, "More importantly, the city needs me."
"Need you?" the old lady laughed, "You are worthless to this city, child."
The old lady has seen too many people lost in this city. Marginal people can be seen everywhere in this city. The city is like an indifferent god, not caring about anyone's life or death.
"No, I mean, my flowers, the existence here."
Afia continued, "This city lacks the color of flowers, and our presence fills these."
"They can be brought in from outside," the old lady gently pinched the petals, "there will never be a shortage of rich people here."
Under the offensive of money, nothing can stump those people.
"I'm not doing it for them," Afia whispered, "but for those who need me, and what I need...a little meaning of existence."
Walking to the corner of the flower shop, Afia picked up a bouquet of flowers that had been packaged. She glanced at the date, and Afia knew that the person would come to pick up the bouquet of flowers today.
Afia knows that as an independent individual, she is meaningless to this huge city. The same is true for this small flower shop, but for her customers, those who often pick up a flower
People, this little flower shop is needed.
Being needed is very important, which makes Afia feel that what she does is meaningful, especially for that strange guest.
The meaning of existence.
This seems to be the ultimate problem in human philosophy, but in this small flower shop, it was solved simply by a bouquet of flowers.
Needing and being needed, that's what it's all about.
Afia put the wrapped bouquet at the door. She was looking forward to the arrival of the guest. Afia knew that he would come, just like some kind of ceremony.
Thinking like this, Afia felt that her thoughts were interrupted for a moment. She couldn't remember who the strange guest was. An unreal feeling came to her heart. Looking at the bouquet, Afia even began to doubt herself.
Why are you packaging such a bouquet of flowers? It seems that no customer has ordered it...
There was a bit of blood in the air, and Afia looked out the door alertly, where a familiar yet unfamiliar guest stood at the door.
After a while, the buried memories emerged from the gravel road, and Afia vaguely remembered who this guest was, but no matter what, she could not name him.
