"You finally woke up." Marin said, "Would you like some wine?"
Luo Binhan caught the wine glass in a daze, still confused about the situation at the moment. He only felt that the sunlight was so strong that he could not open his eyes. Underneath the body was soft and rough, a patch of lush grass.
It was noisy around. A dozen savages were banging, singing and dancing. It might be some kind of local art form, but to Luo Binhan, it didn't make any sense except that it was noisy.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"On the slope to the north of the village." Marin said, "The White Tower apprentice moved you back from outside. The space in his house was limited, so he put you here."
"And I haven't woken up yet?"
"It said you looked too tired, so it gave you some powder to help you sleep. That was quite thoughtful, but I still doubt whether its medicine was safe - your expression when you were sleeping looked like you had seen a ghost. "
Luo Binhan rubbed his eyes and said, "That's okay. I dreamed of someone I knew."
"woman?"
"Go away, that's my childhood girlfriend."
For some reason, Marin's eyes became more complicated, mixed with surprise and admiration. The singer shrugged, held up the bottle and said, "If this doesn't go well with you, at least the glass will always be your friend."
Luo Binhan was a little confused by that comforting tone, but he was indeed willing to drink a few drinks to warm up. When his throat started to feel hot, the discomfort in his eyes disappeared.
He remembered the dream about the bamboo forest just now, and couldn't help asking Marin: "Do you think the things people dream about are really meaningful?"
Marin shrugged: "That's what they said."
"them?"
"Magicians, witches, seers, and of course artists. They regard dreams as the song of the waves, the words of the gods, the embodiment of cosmic inspiration...that's all."
"What about you? Don't you also write poetry?"
"When I fall asleep, I just like to think about women," Marin said. "Sometimes, yes, I get inspiration from my dreams. But polishing the organization always has to wait until I'm awake, so I don't think it's the right thing to do. I'm very important."
Luo Binhan nodded. He was not interested in poetry, so he cleared his throat and said, "I have to tell you something important, about the world opposite..."
"Oh, Ten Thousand Insects Butterfly Mother." Marin said, "The end of the world, I know. I just heard the White Tower apprentice screaming in the field this morning. It must be under great psychological pressure, and it actually uses group sound technology to scare birds everywhere. , I passed by and almost had a heart attack from it.”
He took a few more sips of wine as if nothing had happened. Luo Binhan glanced at him: "And you are so calm now?"
"It has nothing to do with me thinking about it." Marin said with an ordinary attitude, "That thing was very slow when it was just born. We could just get on the spaceship and escape, or bring a few more savages, because they It's really enthusiastic. Oh, I really feel sorry for them."
"Are you just thinking about running away?"
"Otherwise? Wait for the alliance to finish its discussion meeting and come over? Then it might be three hundred years later. They will send investigators directly to clean up these two star layers. If they come later, maybe What we need to deal with are thousands of simulated civilizations. But they have dealt with more dangerous things before, it's no big deal. As for us, I think the last thing we can do is have a few more drinks with these savage friends."
Marin raised her wine bottle and shouted loudly at the savages. The carnival and dancing savages also waved their arms and patted their bellies at him. Luo Binhan saw Marin's generosity from their expressions - everyone was drunk.
No one cared about the end of the world, even the victims were drunk and having fun. Luo Binhan had no choice but to raise his glass and drink.
Marin applauded him and sang a toast song. The delicate and tender tune was actually very moving. Brother Xiaoxiang also ran over and lay down in the grass to listen.
Luo Binhan patted him on the shoulder: "In a few days, the world of your ancestors will come to kill you. Your return to the roots of the fallen leaves can be regarded as one step."
"Wow." Brother Xiaoxi agreed.
Luo Binhan also drank a few drinks with him, and gradually felt a little drunk. He fell sadly in the grass and was in a daze for a while, and then poked Marin who was singing loudly.
"Do you think true love can be magic?" he asked seriously.
"What magic?" Marin replied dazedly, "What did you see?"
"I'm talking about reality."
"Reality." Marin repeated, "Where is the reality? Look at the life they live, is it the same as yours? Can you endure their miserable life forever? You live your life, he lives his, Destiny has nothing to do with each other, and no one knows what the so-called reality is. I don't want to say that a thing I have never seen does not exist, so true love...isn't it impossible? It's quite mysterious when you think about it. How can you think that someone is different from everyone else? It's like picking out the most beautiful shell on the beach, and then you will always feel that it is so beautiful and unique. It's weird, isn't it? It sounds like It’s something only a monster can do. If one day the Alliance announces that all the lovers in the world have been cursed by some ancient law, I won’t be surprised at all.”
"Why does it have to be ancient law?" Luo Binhan protested.
"I'm just making an analogy." Marin defended vaguely, "Ancient laws, they are always the most unreasonable, and sometimes they are so long-lasting that you can't understand them."
"for example?"
"For example, werewolves. Most of them are very cruel, but some will get very close to their prey and are unwilling to eat them. Not only will they be isolated by their own race, they will also be attacked and expelled. Look at our white-flowered friend , has he ever expressed to you that he misses his own kind? He is pretty good, but he just made some friends in the forest. I have heard of a werewolf who married a woodpecker, let alone a human. Oh...well, stories about this theme were quite popular at one time. Later, some werewolves relied on such stories to trick people into delivering food to their doorsteps, and many star layers banned this theme."
Marin shook the bottle with regret: "I really stopped eating because of choking. There have been many best-selling stories on that subject, and I also took the opportunity to make a fortune."
At Luo Binhan's request, he sang the song he composed, and in return Luo Binhan also sang a song from his hometown. Marin quickly mastered the tune and compiled it into a lingua franca version. They were singing vigorously when the trees suddenly rustled. A silver wolf jumped out from inside and turned into a young man.
"Why does a wolf fall in love with a sheep?" he asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Marin said with a burp of wine, "Would you like some too?"
Frosttail doesn't eat insect meat in principle, but he doesn't seem to mind some fermented insect wine. He readily joined the group of drunkards and began chatting with them in an endless stream.
"Brother, you have gotten too close to these natives recently." Marin said, "I'm even worried that you will fall in love with them."
Luo Binhan thought that Marin was just joking, but Shuangwei didn't refute. Instead, he lay in the sun and said in a low voice: "It's easy to get along with them."
"Yeah. At least they won't throw torches at you. It's a shame they're about to die too. Good people don't live long, that's how the world works."
Frosttail obviously also knows about the Ten Thousand Insects Butterfly Mother. He frowned and was speechless, looking a little depressed. Luo Binhan handed him the bottle directly.
"Let's have a drink," he said.
They drank together until they were drunk, falling asleep and waking up several times. Marin sang at least a hundred songs until his throat became hoarse and he lost his voice. Then they played cards again, and Luo Binhan was victorious, leaving Marin naked, while Shuangwei learned thirty dog barks.
In the middle of the journey, Luo Binhan felt that he vaguely saw the blue magpie. It stood on the slope looking at them from a distance, and then left without knowing when. Luo Binhan vaguely thought about going to find it and ask why it came, but in the end he just lay down and drank.
The carnival lasted for at least two days, until the last bottle of wine Marin brought was drunk. Luo Binhan's head was buzzing, and he felt like he would die suddenly from alcohol poisoning at any time.
Marin's condition was ten times worse than him, and he was still sobbing occasionally in the haze. Luo Binhan listened quietly to his ravings and guessed that Ma Lin dreamed of his hometown.
He slapped Marin awake and told him that the party was over. And Marin muttered unwillingly, saying that he wanted to get some more insect wine. As a result, he started vomiting as soon as he stood up, and the gastric juice was even mixed with blood.
The sight frightened his two drinking buddies. They hurriedly rushed to the Silence with Marin, allowing him to conduct emergency inspection and treatment on Marin.
Marin was quickly pushed into the operating room by the robot, while Frosttail ran out to find some sobering herbs. Only then did Luo Binhan realize what a stupid and boring thing they had done. He sat tired and frustrated in the bridge room, flipping through "The Starlight Realm" aimlessly, and searched for "The Mother of All Insects" and "Initial Dream", and the explanations he gave were no different from those of Blue Magpie.
He also searched for "Holy Gospel" and the explanation he got was: an amorphous pan-tentacled crown creature that transmits multiple messages through the exchange of reproductive body fluids. The derivative species after its multiple transmissions are commonly known as the "Gospel Tribe".
That doesn't help much. He closed the book distractedly and prepared to check on Marin. When he raised his head, he found Zhou Ba standing in front of him.
She was as quiet as a sneaking cat, her gaze fixed on Luo Binhan constantly. The look in Luo Binhan's eyes felt very strange - it didn't look like a child, nor did it look like an adult, it was just a wild animal standing outside the cage observing humans.
"Hug?" Luo Binhan asked without any surprise.
Zhou Ba looked at him quietly. Her blonde hair and navy skirt always reminded Luo Binhan of a horror movie. That used to be the shadow of his childhood, but it is nothing now.
"He's leaving." Zhou Ba said, "Make a wish?"
Luo Binhan tilted his head. He was very pleased that the wild animal refused the hug, but he had no idea what she was talking about.
"What are you wishing for?" he asked confused.
Saturday repeated: "Make a wish?"
Her eyes seemed to be waiting for Luo Binhan's answer, but Luo Binhan was still puzzled. He tentatively said: "Please explain to me first, who is leaving?"
Zhouba ran out the door, and Luo Binhan had no choice but to get up and follow him. They ran all the way out of the hatch and came to the vast wilderness. At this time, the sky was as black as thick ink, and the stars of blood and fire were shining beside the three-wheeled moon.
The wind is gathering into the wilderness from all directions, lingering and howling like a living thing. On August 8, I stood in the wind and looked around, eventually pointing to the mountains under the moon. The moment she stretched out her finger, a ray of red light lit up from under the dark curve of the ridge.
Like an upside-down bolide, the light rose from the ground to the sky, and then dropped in an arc, flying towards the wilderness where the two of them were standing.
Luo Binhan tried his best to open his eyes wide, watching Jing Huang return on the clouds under the moon. The young man in red dispersed the clouds and looked at them expressionlessly, then raised his hand and flicked his sleeves.
Golden spheres rolled down from the bottom of his sleeves and scattered in the grass.
Luo Binhan looked down and found that the golden balls had a hard skin and distinct pedicles and navels, resembling fruits from some kind of tree. He counted and found a total of ten golden fruits in the grass.
He asked Jing Huang numbly: "Where did these come from?"
"I picked it. From the spiritual cave in this mountain."
"Why did you pick it?"
"It looks good." Jing Huang said.
