street. An area that exists in any city. Connect private areas to each other, or separate them. It is also a marvelous product of design, a mathematical puzzle tinged with value. As for the path used to link individuals, it is both about history and power.
Even in the last remaining city on earth, streets still exist. Its layout is very strange. Some people say that it is a super-dimensional space structure, so the people who live in it can never tell which road they are on. But that doesn't affect their daily lives. They only had to cross one street to get to the square, and they also had to cross one street to visit any of their neighbors. That's not the same street. Many people never actually walk down the same street.
The shape of the streets would have been strange and incomprehensible to most city dwellers who have ever existed. They may be able to find some traces in it, like the place where they lived during their lifetime, but the overall style is not similar. The road is colorful, with emerald green soil crawling on the sticky and warm Purple River. Some golden buds develop from it, singing loud and messy songs. The walls on both sides of the road have a fluid and soft texture, and have patterns mixed with hundreds of millions of colors. The patterns and colors on the walls change every time the weather changes - and there are thousands of different weather conditions.
The weather today is golden rain. Liquid elemental gold swept in from all directions, dripped into the flowing walls and soil, and turned into brilliant golden beads. Pale pink vines with round pockets sprouted from the walls, holding golden beads in their lantern-like calyxes. Then they trembled the flowers and leaves, starting a mighty chorus in the rain.
To the chorus, Wei and his two friends ran through the streets laughing. Golden rain and hot golden beads hit them, causing them to let out a few screams from time to time, or raise their arms and claws high. But actually they didn't care much about the rain.
That's thanks to their bodies. These three men playing in the street would undoubtedly have made people scream in terror if they were placed in any primitive era in history. Miwa's body is ring-shaped and can roll in any direction in space. Its skin is made of cloth with a thousand different patterns, and most of its tissues are soft and strong. Yi's body was exactly the opposite of hers. It was decorated with various stones and porcelain pieces, but she was given a pair of emerald-colored wings full of flowers. When she folds her wings, she looks like a fluffy green egg. The golden raindrops hit it, as if they were embedded with many eyes of the Holy Spirit.
Wei and his two companions look different. His body still retains many original traces, because he has not experienced it for a long time since he was born, and he has not yet become tired of his original body. Instead, he mounted two laser-equipped saw discs between his upper arms and the backs of his hands, and used them to cut through the road and soil. In addition, he had a glowing disk grow on his head that buzzed as he ran. He and his two companions were having fun with the disc at the moment.
They stick their arms or tentacles into the Purple River and scoop up random bits of debris. At this time, a man dressed in black and dressed like an ascetic came from one end of the street. The man happened to pass by them, stopped and looked at them thoughtfully.
Wei didn't know this man. He knew that he had been reset, maybe because of dissociation disease, which is how people live too long. However, he knew the ascetics, because such beliefs were very popular these days. People dressed similarly can often be seen in the square. They promote the sensitivity brought by pain, believing that it will save the numb and tired body and mind from infinite disasters. Every day, people like this can be seen in the square, using electric shock devices or stingers to practice spiritual practice, or using radio waves to share their sorrow and despair with others. This popularity may last for decades before it is completely abandoned.
This belief held no appeal for Vee now. His new life has washed away all memories of the past, so all pleasures are still new to him.
However, for some reason, when the passing ascetic stared at him with a pair of black eyes, he felt indescribable kindness. There's nothing incredible about that. This person may be acquainted with him in the past. It often happens in this city that, among its infinite number of inhabitants, two individuals come to have a special meaning for each other.
The stranger walked towards him with two ordinary legs wrapped in black plant fiber fabric. He may also have just experienced a new life, or be a person who advocates original style.
"Are you Wei?" the man dressed as an ascetic asked.
It should be noted that there are as many languages available in the city as there are streets. Because nowadays, communication is not a necessary choice, and the choice of language is also based on people's own preferences. Some people love chanting and fluting, using metal pipes to vibrate out gentle tones; others use the simplest tonal method, and the words they produce are like the sound of splashing river water. Understanding the subtle changes in language requires correct hearing aid modification, and this is how they choose the right person to communicate with.
At this moment, the monk was speaking one of Wei's favorite languages. The grammar and vocabulary are very simple, lacking some complex and exquisite modifications and adjectives, but it is very flexible in form. If it's not a good language from an aesthetic or artistic point of view, but whether it's good or not, that doesn't matter in the Infinite City.
Wei answered him and asked how the ascetic knew his name.
"I am a friend of your family," said the ascetic. He smiled slightly and looked at the saw discs on Wei's arms. Suddenly, he stretched out a finger and wiped it on the saw disc.
"If you don't mind," he said.
Wei agreed with some curiosity. Then the ascetic's fingers scratched the saw blade. As his fingertips moved, the steel surface decomposed in an orderly and chaotic manner. The layers of sawn surfaces are flipped, interlaced, and interlocked, extending around Zha’s arms, like growing from a bud into a lush giant tree in an instant. Now Zha's body is completely wrapped by the cleverly organized saw disc. Each of them operated freely, but no damage was done to the original part of the Zha.
Two of his playmates exclaimed. The design looks so complex and beautiful, and it was done in a split second. There were no hesitations or revisions, as if the entire structure had long been fixed in the mind of the ascetic.
The ascetic gave another gentle push on the finally unfolded saw disc. The rotating shaft contracts along the smooth thin rod, and all the saw discs gather and merge one after another, and return to the back of Wei's hand in circles. He did not delete the design he made, but cleverly stored it and returned to the two simple saw discs that Chengwei originally had. Now they look a little thicker and more complex than before, but generally nothing different. Wei tried to wave his arms, but didn't feel the weight increase.
He also marveled, full of admiration and affection for the stranger.
"You are a monastic magician!" he shouted in surprise. In the language he mastered, this was the highest praise a scholar could receive.
The ascetic monk still smiled calmly, as if he found all this interesting. The look he looked at Wei was kind and warm, almost full of affection and care.
"This is very simple." He said, "If you want to learn, I can also teach you. Wei, I was your last friend. I also know your mother and respect her very much. As a friend, I have an obligation to teach you the correct knowledge. But before that, please let me come to your house and sit down."
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