For Lao Zhang, who has little social interaction, he is very resistant to the current state of personal emotional loss and is unwilling to focus only on grand narratives.
He sighed softly: "Is there anything else special?"
Seeing that he was in a bad state of mind, Wang Fumin told a real hell joke: "In a small country in the west, in order to develop the economy, romance movies have reappeared. There are some things, I don't know how to say it, you say it It is completely harmless to social development, but it doesn’t seem to be the case; to say it is very harmful to social development, there is no need.”
"Capital is like this. The greatest good of capital lies in the buffer between people, otherwise many forces will directly act on people; the greatest evil of capital is that it puts the cart before the horse. As long as there is something profitable, someone will do it."
"Can the drift bottle still be used? If so, I can send you a copy? Girls in this era seem to be more beautiful than in the past."
Zhang Ming smiled bitterly again. He was almost 150 years old, but he was still watching romance movies: "Forget it, I'm afraid the bottle will never come back. Put the drift bottle in my hand as a souvenir, and wait for me I’ll give it back to you when I come back.”
The craftsmen of Honggang Civilization have said that there is a high probability that it will not be able to complete the next trip. Zhang Ming does not need to bet on this.
"With your words, I feel relieved." Wang Fumin nodded. He was actually a little worried. After being silent for a long time, he said, "If you have any questions, you can come to me for a chat. I'll be with you at any time... Take care of yourself. "
"Then let's talk next time!"
Zhang Ming waved his hand and left Gaia's consciousness space.
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After Wang Fumin regained consciousness, he rubbed his temples and looked out the window at the dark clouds.
The sky in July seemed a bit hot, and the climate outside the window suddenly changed, with thunderstorms rumbling.
This is a season full of vitality. There are ice-cold popsicles, refreshing ice-cold sodas, girls in skirts dancing lightly on the street, and cicadas chattering on the big trees. In the distance, the Western Continent is undergoing vigorous reconstruction. Although there are various Such internal contradictions, human civilization is indeed developing rapidly.
But Lao Wang never thought that a man like Zhang Ming, a god from heaven, would one day be lost in the Sea of Demon Gods...
The news made his whole body shiver with chills, so much so that he felt overwhelmed for the first time and lit a cigarette. He doesn't really have any craving for cigarettes, he just smokes when he's stressed.
He has many friends, but at this moment, no one can share this pressure.
Finally, he let out a long sigh.
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Zhang Ming opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the familiar energy room. After calling his friend, his mental state did not improve.
The fact that his sister died made him subconsciously want to do something, even just cry.
He wandered anxiously, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his hands clenched into fists, trying to get back what was taken away by the demon. He was sweating profusely with anxiety, and the unspeakable pain hit his soul like waves, but was blocked by a strong dam.
But, mortals.
How can you defeat the invisible enemy? !
Zhang Ming returned to the bedroom, found the letter his sister had written before, and read it word for word.
"Hello, brother!" She always started with such a sentence, making Lao Zhang look really old.
My sister is a very artistic person, and the few letters she sends occasionally are quite lifelike.
"I bought a ginkgo tree and planted it in the yard of the community..."
When I saw this sentence, I felt a slight psychological fluctuation.
But it's just a trace, like a dragonfly touching water, no pain or itching.
Zhang Ming felt like a walking corpse, and the dead ocean was his final grave. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the fate of becoming a corpse.
Then Zhang Ming flicked his fingers, releasing a burst of electricity. The nail of his index finger was lifted open, and bright red blood flowed on the tip of his finger.
"hiss!"
With the help of pain, Zhang Ming finally shed a drop of crystal tear, rolling down his cheek and falling to the ground, like crocodile tears, shed just for the pain.
The horror of inaccuracy is nothing more than this: losing the truth, losing yourself, losing everything!
Zhang Ming sighed deeply. He had one last trick, the "Memory Library". Many memories, including the emotions and perceptions he had at that time, were recorded in the Memory Library.
But he didn't dare to open the "memory library" rashly, because "inaccuracy" was like a virus, constantly contaminating his spiritual will.
You can only use it after he can't hold on anymore.
Once the memory library is contaminated, many precious things will never be recovered.
[Excuse me, what trouble did you encounter? 】The golden small gourd floated quietly behind him.
The golden light emitted by the gourd was the only color Zhang Ming could see besides black and white.
"I am constantly losing some precious pearls, and the lost pearls can never be found again. I don't even want to look for them, which seems very strange and extremely irritating." Zhang Ming paused and sighed slightly.
In fact, he didn't believe in the gourd. Even though the gourd had always acted harmless to humans and animals, his guard was still there.
But who could he complain to? In the eyes of Lao Wang, he is the pillar of the earth's civilization, and it seems that no difficulty can stump this extraordinary person; in the eyes of Xiaobai, he is the unbeatable "Emperor Zhang"; in Shimama and Bai Ze, these In the eyes of a being who has witnessed countless lives, old age, sickness and death, a person who has swallowed the rules of the devil should... not collapse due to a little mental illness!
But, but...
The turbulent emotions are like floods blocked by a dam, and not a drop can be released!
There was no light in Zhang Ming's eyes, as if he was a dying old man.
【I understand how you feel. ] Gourd said softly, [But, I...can't solve the misconception. I didn't cause this either. 】
[I can tell you how anomalia occurs, I see a "thread" that extends to the deepest part of the deep ocean. The emergence of this thread is also closely related to your own thoughts, and it is the power of the entire world. 】
[I can't get rid of that "thread", I'm sorry. 】
"Why are you telling me this? Just because it's interesting? Wouldn't it be better to watch me die quietly and then collect my body?"
Zhang Ming's language is actually quite offensive.
Gourd hesitated for a while before explaining: [I can tell you that the end of the delusion syndrome is the state of the Demon God [Long-cherished Wish]. It has no color in its eyes and cannot understand emotions or "I". The wishes of others are all it can accept. 】
[I tell you this because I have been having a bad time lately. They were all... hostile to me, but I couldn't explain it. 】
[If you make a wish, I can help you find something. 】
[Don’t think my behavior is strange, because I was in a similar state in the past. I had to obtain some abilities through other people’s wishes. Although I am very weak now, I am still a little different from the past. 】
Zhang Ming opened his mouth.
Should it be believed?
There are many unsolved mysteries about this little golden gourd.
But at this moment, he had lost his curiosity, and the emotions he had accumulated for a long time were like a precarious barrier lake, with the blockage getting bigger and bigger. He fell into a deeper void, and the cold reason and the remaining human instinct started a crazy fight.
In the end, Zhang Ming touched the letters, and memories of the past came to him sporadicly, allowing him to make a decision - I can't forget these things, no matter who I ask for help.
"I make a wish, please help me."
The chatty gourd, who had a very unhappy life, was in a happy mood and sang a clear and sweet song, but he couldn't understand the ancient song from where.
Zhang Ming's eyelids gradually drooped. His mental state, which was close to collapse after not having a good rest for a long time, was gradually soothed by the singing. He fell into a deep dream.
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"You should study hard in high school and get into a good university. Once you get to university, you will be relaxed! By then you will have time to fall in love, and neither your father nor I will object."
"The college entrance examination will be in one year, and this is the last year. Work harder and score more points!"
"I'm going to the store. You watch your sister and ask her to do her homework well. Don't look up the answers on the computer and copy them down."
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Zhang Ming only felt that his parents' voices were very noisy.
Zhang Ming scratched his head and glanced at his hands. The rough traces of long-term labor and wear and tear were gone. They were replaced by a pair of white and tender hands from his student days. Only the index finger and middle finger were damaged due to frequent holding of pens. of calluses.
Something feels wrong.
Um……
I, Emperor Zhang Ming, am reborn?
Lao Zhang looked around, his heart beating wildly.
It was a blazing summer, the air was hot and windless, the wicker trees were listless, the concrete road was so hot that smoke emitted from the sun, and an egg dropped on the road would probably be cooked.
He was about to be a senior in high school, fell in love early, and seemed to have a date with a girl during the summer vacation.
Zhang Ming touched himself, and all his abilities disappeared, and he became an ordinary person.
Everything I have experienced seems to be just a not so wonderful dream.
"Did you hear that? Zhang Ming!" My mother called impatiently at the door, "I'm going to the store, please take care of your sister."
"I heard it, I heard it." Zhang Ming said casually.
"Bang", there was a soft sound, the door was closed, and my mother left.
Zhang Ming was thoughtful, this was a dream, the stories that happened in the past were indeed true, and his purpose of coming here was just to retrieve something.
"There is only youth and nothing else."
"An ordinary day, nothing happened."
(End of chapter)
