In the unknown basement of the single house, Zha saw some amazing sculptures. Although these things had no special function, he was amazed by their exquisiteness and subtlety. The existence of this underground workshop is also beyond imagination, because carving out highland rock is a very difficult operation, and the doctor has always lived here alone.
But now, Zha has no doubt that doctors can do anything. He followed the doctor obediently down the stairs to the statues. The doctor gave him a brief demonstration, telling him where the old leader of the Gatherers lived and how the world worked. He pointed at the map-like miniature model and explained the contributions that the collector leaders had made to the world: deep underground, they used many sets of water pumps and filtration systems to ensure the circulation of clean water. That's why Many areas do not allow people to live or collect. And the bodies of the natives. Although most of it is natural variation and evolution, many traces of artificial selection can still be seen. Compared with where the leaders live, the people here are more resistant to cold, but their hormones and brain discharges are less active, so their thinking is slow and their emotions are weak.
They also saw the black towers the doctor had told about. In Zha's eyes, these black towers were the most noteworthy things in the entire studio, but the doctor said nothing about them. He just asked Zha to look at him briefly and then took him to another corner of the room. The statue placed there was also something I didn't recognize. It looks like a model of some kind of tree, but it can stand very tall and has an odd number of leaves and flowers.
The doctor laid his hand on a branch of the tree. When Zha asked what it was, he thought about it briefly.
This is Lady Red’s tree. He explained it this way. A symbol. If anyone who knew her saw this tree, they would understand who he was and why he was here.
This is what Zha wants to know. But he did not dare to ask the doctor directly, so he could only ask him to continue explaining about Mrs. Hong, because the word had been mentioned twice. The doctor doesn't seem to shy away from the topic.
Madam Red is not human. He described it this way. She is a ghost who often visits the black tower. But it is not the kind of miserable ghost trapped by Krishna. Madam Red can come and go freely and has great powers.
A long time ago, all the members in the Black Tower had seen this scene - Madam Red came walking through the frost in the early morning. Wherever she walked, the white ice melted into running water. The value of the thermometer slowly rises. All the doors would open in front of her, allowing her to look everywhere in the black tower. Her steps were as light as silk threads, but the jade stones on her body sounded like broken ice.
She walked into the tower where babies were conceived and looked carefully at each hotbed. Each child was named by her in her own way, because the children in the black tower all looked similar in childhood, and it was difficult for her to tell them all apart.
When the children were older, Mrs. Red began to play with them. She carried them out of the tower one by one. With her wonderful ability, the children who left the tower would not be injured. She took them to other countries, to the places where she used to live. This tree is growing there, along with thousands of different flowers and plants. She lives on an island.
island. There was no terrain in the world that Zha was familiar with, and that meant land surrounded by water. The small kingdom ruled by the Red Lady is surrounded by water. Not a long and narrow river, but a whole expanse of water as vast as the world. The water is deep enough to swallow ten stacked highlands, and the end leads to another place full of weirdness. Deadly monsters lurk in the water, each capable of killing hundreds of Foragers.
The Red Lady rules such a country. She guards the waters so that those on land are not harmed. When the sky above the water turned dark blue, and the illusion of a round nimbus like a pearl emitted a hazy clear light, Madam Red gently tapped the sword made of stone. The sound was like the vibration of metal pipes of varying thicknesses and the collision of large and small ice floes. When she floated on the water like a gust of wind and sang some impromptu songs, the monster in the water fled far away and would not be found by her.
It's a big job, but Lady Red doesn't have to do it alone, as she has many apprentices. Just like the young children in the Black Tower, she raised them as her own children. She does have a biological child, and another child who was born in the black tower, but is closer to her by blood. The biological child often walked around the black tower and lived with other children, just like Zha and his sisters. But he cannot participate in the kind of daily learning that others do, because he is also essentially a ghost. Any learning tools he comes into contact with will become disordered and damaged. He was still a very young child and could not control it as well as Madam Red, so he always kept a distance from others.
Strictly speaking, Madam Red was good to any toddler in the tower. However, these young children are all sensitive to numerical values and differences, even just a little bit. They believe that Madam Red is most concerned about the first child born in the Black Tower, because she is the first and the initial gender is female. Madame Red always preferred to adopt girls. Next up is the sixth child, who has a very high intellectual score and a lower relationship rate than the third child because he is the child who is scheduled to take over the education. However, no matter what, Mrs. Red liked them very much, and they all liked her.
Among those children born in the Black Tower, one was born as a test for social improvement. There is nothing special about him compared with other children of the same period. It can be said that everyone has something special. His perception and calculation of spatial objects are faster than others, but his social score is lower.
Of course, Mrs. Hong took him to the island. Among the red flowers and trees in full bloom all year round, and the sea billowing with frost-like white foam, in the cold morning light and the warm embrace of Madam Red, he fell into an unforgettable long dream.
You will be different from everyone else. Madam Hong whispered in his ear, and it seemed like it was just a vaguely humming song. She also took him to see that special child, but she was still incubating it at the time and was progressing more slowly than other children born at the same time.
All calculations showed that she would not survive successfully, but for some reason, her vital signs never disappeared. Madam Red stood in the black tower for a long time and never really spoke of her thoughts, but he thought she was mourning for the child. So he promised to do work in this area. Regarding life and how life emerges from structures, he will take this matter as the direction of his lifelong exploration. They agreed so.
Mrs. Hong took out a piece of white paper. She folded the white paper into the shape of a bird, and the paper bird flew around the room. About life. Madam Red whispered softly. There were shadows in her eyes.
Don't look. She placed the paper bird in his hand. Do not look directly. The paper bird no longer moves, it is just a thin piece of paper. It's all up to her. As if to erase the days and nights on the island, Madam Red covered his eyes.
Just stay in this moment. she said so. Then she left lightly and silently. Please don't leave - this is what a child begs to its mother.
Madam Hong closed her eyes and ignored it.
