20. 100 years later
In 100 years.
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
Outside the shipboard window, the burning sunset and the grassless desert are entwined.
And my sight has more than once been drawn from the convulsions of the scenery, and I have stayed on the rewinding of the bow window: I have the sharp contours of the prism, and I have the faces and ponytails of the neighboring girl.
The fragrance of pineapple is scattered from the girl next door and I can smell sweet oranges. It makes me familiar and relaxed, and it tickles my heart.
But I can’t keep seeing her.
Fearing to be treated as a boy who is not serious.
I’m going to an academic conference from Chengdu to Huronbel. The front row also included colleagues from the Institute.
I’m staring at the blurry image on the port window and I’m looking at it.
Self-censorship, and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
“Pow!
The strange sound started out of the port window, and the leftovers were filled with red blood.
I looked back, I saw a bird breaking into, and, to be precise, a red parrot.
The parrots are at the top of the clouds outside the plane.
I was shocked, and I filmed the seat in front, whispering, “Hey, Chou, look outside my window.” I’m sorry.
My colleague Zhou was on the side of the yawn: “What about the interior?” It’s been over five hours. It’s about to start landing. I’m sorry.
“No, look at me here. You see how a parrot flies so high! I’m sorry.
“What parrot? Zhou longed his neck, looked at my window and looked at me, “Nothing. Chu-jin, the new biovirus project you’re working on, is it true? Why do you still want to play parrot? You’re an animal. I’m sorry.
“Can’t you see? Here! “O red parrot!” I put my finger on the bow window.
The red parrot, with all the red on his neck, without any twirling hair, and a few of the purple blues on his tail, a dot just fine. By my hand, my eyes swooped and my feathers swooped.
“The paper is out of my head? I suggest you wait a little longer, and you’ll have to report when you get off the plane. Zhou didn’t like it.
I looked at the red parrot, and he threw it, and I was creepy.
Why can’t you see Chow?
Or is something wrong with my head?
The average civilian aircraft flying at least 6000 metres has just begun to decline, even if it is only 40000 metres now, it should not have seen the parrot.
A parrot is a climber who’s used to living on a tree, flying no more than 150 meters…
Wait, why am I familiar with parrots?
I’ve learned a lot about virology, but I’m concerned about mammals.
Headache.
“Hello, sir. We have orange juice, coconut juice, coffee, Coke, mineral water and tea. May I ask what you want to drink? I’m sorry.
The sound of the crew was heard.
Take a deep breath. I’ll look at the bow window. The red parrot is gone?
Is it my fault?
“Hello, sir. Would you like a drink? I’m sorry.
“and she, like, thanks. I’m sorry.
So it’s as if the next-door girl was with me, but I was just unconscious.
I looked at her in an awkward way, and it happened to melt into her eyes, and it was radiant.
“OK, your orange juice. I’m sorry.
I pull back the sights and reach out to pick up the cup.
But when I hit a paper cup, the orange juice in the cup became a drug, red and white capsules, white pills…
I was horrified to look up, and the flight attendant’s uniform was obstinately dressed as a white nurse, and she couldn’t hear anything in her mouth.
It’s just creepy.
I reached out like I was burned and threw it up. Paper cups fly up.
“Aah…”
I heard the girl next door screaming.
Then orange juice spilled over her.
Her sweet orange scent is getting more rosy.
“Oh, excuse me. I’ll get the tissues. The flight attendant went back in the flight attendant’s uniform, and she took out the only wet towel she had in the dining car and passed it to the girl next door and went forward.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.
My voice trembled a little because of fear.
I unbuttoned and stood up and picked up the paper cup on the ground.
A few drops of orange juice were left in the paper cup, and there was no drug.
I was frightened by frequent hallucinations, but I still felt a little guilty about the girls in the neighborhood. I was clumsy enough to pick up the wet towels she ripped off to help.
She’s holding me back.
“It’s okay, Djugu Chujin. I’m sorry.
Her voice is clear, like a spring in the forest.
“You know me?”
My fear is even greater.
“Ah, dead, dead?”
The neighboring girl responded strangely.
I jumped in my heart and looked at her, and I only saw the scrambling attendant with a tissue in her hand.
Her five officers have been confused, her whole face has been dissolved by some mysterious substance, and she has fallen down in a little bit, mixed with flesh and blood, like a lump and a failure.
Her uniform was more relaxed and exposed to rotting white bones inside.
There’s a stink in the air that confuses the sweet orange smell around me.
I’m sick of being replaced by some kind of fanaticism.
Is it really a zombie?
In this high-pitched environment, have we seen any zombies?
I know I shouldn’t be excited, but I can’t help it.
‘Cause I’m a serious morticidal maniac.
Since three years ago, I’ve been convinced that the mortuary tide will explode.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t scream.”
We said to the girl in the neighbourhood: “Beware, I can protect you. I’m sorry.
I quickly observed the passengers inside the cabin.
Most of them are as perceptive as old Zhou, and no one is aware of the crew. The mortuary of the crew walked through the tunnel and did not seem to turn.
I crossed the tunnel, pulled the top over the baggage rack and took off my boarding box.
“You watch it for me, it’s aggressive and you call me right away. I said to the girls next door.
She looked up, noded her head with no fear.
This has led to a slight increase in my affection for her.
I’m on the ground, open the boarding box.
Three years.
I’m always ready.
All kinds of compressed foods, dehydrated vegetables, fruit cans, lunch canned meat, potato onion carrots, steak chickens, groceries and sauces, as well as various pulses that can be used to germinate, are always stored in the units.
I have a minimum food quota of 1 kg per day, prepared for at least 30 days at a time and updated on time every 30 days.
Emergency drugs, recycled water, household goods, small tools for survival and protective supplies should be available.
I’ve fantasized about countless scenes of zombies.
So I’m used to keeping things at 6:3:1 in dormitories, car trunks, and suitcases.
At this point, I calmly removed my protective clothing from my suitcase and handed it to the girls next door: “Strap on, wear a mask. I’m sorry.
“And you?”
She saw that there was only one set of protective gear in my suitcase, and she looked anxious.
I’ve had the regret of “the mind of the wise will be lost” and, no matter how well prepared, I can’t imagine that when a corpse explodes, a single mother will meet a girl I love for 29 years.
“I don’t need it. Put it on. I’m sorry.
I took out a little kit and took the suitcase out.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
There’s a creepy sound behind you.
“Jhujin, the dead are eating the car. “The sound of tenderness is ringing in my ears.
I took a quick look at the girls next door and they were dressed.
“All right. I gave a hand to the girl next door a two-metre-long tailor-made jade device, “Take a defensive arm.” I’m sorry.
She answered and asked me, “Want to wake everyone up?” I’m sorry.
“Not yet. The crowd panics. The zombies hit one at a time and we tried to kill the danger in the cradle. I’m sorry.
The luggage pole in his hand was finally removed.
The sound of the gnawing is even greater.
I’ll dump everything under our seat and close the suitcase.
Go knock on the old cho’s seat: “Chou, take this suitcase and you’ll be in danger.”
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
Chou’s face turned around, so it’s rotten flesh and blood that is about to melt.
I was scared to step back.
There’s a magical rock and roll under my feet and I don’t know who threw a loud public music cell phone at my feet.
In this moment,
I feel countless sights in all directions, all brushing my head and staring at me, and, sadly, staring at my eyes is full of deep skulls.
Dozens of throats are squeezing around, saying, “Oh! I’m sorry.
How did this happen?
Why is the mutation so fast and silent?
You didn’t even see a zombie bite.
I can’t believe I’ve been suffocating a little bit.
It’s too late to think. Dozens of zombies are attracted to me by music.
Throwing a cell phone in the direction of the plane is the best strategy, which attracts a great deal of force and gives itself breathing time. And that’s why I’m being targeted.
But what about the passengers who were thrown out? At least I’m better prepared.
I crouched down, I pressed the power button and the music stopped.
The whole plane exploded like boiling water.
Bears felt the danger and cried, and young people threw out their noise-producing mobile phones, and then they scolded and ran.
Numerous people were crowded in front of two toilets in the tail of the plane and tried to hide and seek refuge.
The noise drew attention to most of the bodies.
There were a couple of zombies coming in the tail, and I was looking at my mouth and showing my rotting teeth, and I was swinging my luggage poles into the dead body, and black juice was splashing my face, and I almost threw up.
The corpses on the front of the plane were eating the food truck, and I kicked them in the face, and a group of them were thrown away.
Zhu Jin be careful!
The girl next door is warning me that a break is behind me.
I heard the body chewing on her mask.
I’m scared, my heart beats fast, and I’m scared more than I am.
I can’t help but think about it.
The after-sight saw the next girl go behind my back, swinging the jade gold that I gave her, acting like me, blocking the corpses that came over there.
The bodies are pouring in, and the crisis is raging, and I’ve given birth to an untimely feeling of sweetness as a result of it.
“How do you know my name? I’m sorry.
I held a corpse’s head and asked the next girl again.
“We seem to have been landing. She had a few breaths.
“You have a hard-on.” How did you know me? If you don’t say anything, I might suspect you’re dark and kill me. I’m sorry.
There were no dead bodies in the tunnel in front of me, and the counterbow broke one for her, and the tunnel in front of her was empty.
The carpet piled with dead bodies.
The whole cabin is empty.
A bunch of zombies squeezing in front of the tail toilet. “It’s not like you can’t stop hitting the toilet door.
“You’re Dr. Zhujin of Sichuan Biovirus Institute, right? I’ve seen you on the news, so I know your name. I’m sorry.
The neighboring girl seems to have finally come up with the answer.
I was just about to say something.
She added, “My name is Wong Moon. The moon, the full moon.”
Boom, a heat surge in the head.
Yellow Moon is a very familiar name, as if I’ve read it many times.
I tried to remember where I heard it, and the plane crashed.
“Boom-bow-bow.”
The shivering toilet door in the tail was unsustainable and completely crushed.
All I heard was the screams of the crowd hiding in the toilet were echoing, and the whole crowd had been crowded into the toilet.
The mortuary had grown and the toilet had been crushed and rolled out.
“Jhujin, we’re not dead. “There is no way out on the plane.” I’m sorry.
# Boom, boom, boom #
A hundred corpses are coming, piled up like a hammer of death.
Crush the chair, crush the hope.
“Who says there’s no way out of the plane? “I look at the port window.
There are no more scattered clouds outside, but only the sands of gold and sand, and the sand dunes are clearly visible.
The plane has been landing.
I quickly pulled the yellow moon to the front seat, pulled the security button, and told her, “Take the seat firmly.” I’m sorry.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Open the door. I said:
The mortuary continues to draw close and the fear of death is suffocating.
Put this on. “The yellow moon clears the mask.
I want to say no. I want to say I may have contracted the virus.
But I couldn’t resist the tenderness of her mask on my behalf, as though she had done it many times.
She ended up looking at the yellow moon, and she was sweating on her forehead, and she was looking at the flames outside the window, and her eyes revealed sorrow and more trust.
I jumped fast to the safe gate.
The giant stench is all over the place, and the mortuary has been crushed to the middle of the plane and is getting closer to me. Everywhere I go, I’m not angry.
I hold the handle of the emergency door, and it is not possible to pull it in high air, even when I am strong and the cabin is under greater pressure.
But at this moment, the plane is low, there’s a little hope.
I struggled to exhaust the results of my three years of training.
Scratched me like a blade, strangled me in a sting, held me by the safety door, a hole like a reinforced vacuum cleaner, to get me into the vortex of death:
♪ And I’m ♪
The mortuary was unable to resist the violent insulation outside the door, and it came at a high speed as the tide fell.
Bang!
The plane landed on the ground.
The quiet and hot slides with the desert, the loud noise and the bayonet-like wind hit me again.
The mask covered my head, strangling my face, rusting my throat and bleeding my ears.
The hand holding the door almost broke.
I feel like I can’t hold on.
A soft hand touched me.
Yellow Moonlight’s face is shaking in front of her eyes.
I gradually felt my body getting warmed up, and the balance that I lost was gradually being found, as if I had been pulled back into the cabin.
When my eyesight was normal, I saw the moon fall on the floor. Her cape spreads, her dry lips are covered in white skin, her hair is covered in sweat and black slime, and her hands are paralysed like chicken claws.
I can imagine how small she pulled me back to the cabin with all her power, with a sourness in her heart.
She reminds me of someone.
That’s a young archaeologist.
Three years ago, in a report of an archaeological excavation, she suspected that mass graves had been created as a result of a “social immunisation” after a wave of corpses in history, where people infected with the virus had been thrown into isolation.
The academic community did not accept her assertion that such a sensation caused her to be sprayed on the Internet.
But I’ve studied the details, and I’m very convinced of her research.
I even applied for the establishment of a research project on the “Victorium virus”, which was not approved by the unit.
But since then, I have had the luck of today by insisting on physical training and the availability of supplies.
And the name of the woman archaeologist is as clear as I recall:
Wong Moonlight!
“The plane has stabilized. “The yellow moon breathes.
“I’ll go to the cockpit and see if there’s anyone alive.” We slipped some distance, but we didn’t know if the bodies dropped out had fallen. You go find a cell phone and call the police. It’s probably the interior of the country. I’m sorry.
Zhu Jin!
Wong Moonlight called me.
The sound is sad.
I’m surprised, and I feel sorry for her.
She has been very tough on the road, and why is it sad?
“What’s wrong?” I’m going back.
The fire cloud outside the window fell on her face, burning all the dirt, leaving a hot color like a new toffee in a dream, clean and sweet.
“I like you, Chujin.
“I love you, Chujin.”
As though she had no time, she would never have had a chance.
I’m just feeling like a drum and I’m getting blood on my head.
I’ve seen thousands of images flashing through my eyes, and the colours are dazzling.
The head is sore as to be hit by a thousand hammers, and in my remaining sights, the entire cabin is painted with a dark colour and the world’s lines are twisted and ridiculous…
“I love you, Wong Moonlight. I’m sorry.
My voice is locked and there’s no sound. But it was as though it had been heard, from a distant world.
I can’t find the way, I can’t walk on my face.
I’d like to go to Wong Moon Qing and wonder why she brought me so much pain with a sudden confession.
I wonder why she’s so sad.
A moment of my mind flashed those silent zombies.
Am I infected too?
Is it because I’m about to become a zombie, that’s why she’s sad, so she’s going to put a little energy into my will?
I don’t know how long it took.
I gradually regained consciousness.
It’s an airplane control screen, so I’m supposed to be in the cockpit. There is no one here, either the pilot or the co-pilot, and the aircraft has been set up to land automatically before the mutation.
I was out of my mind for a while.
My heart beats fast again.
Wong Moon Qing told me.
I like her too, but isn’t it too fast? Is it because we’re about to end up dead?
I have to tell her I’m a biovirus researcher, and I’m not going to turn the mortuary tide into the last.
I won’t let a world with her be the last. Absolutely not.
I stood up with the cockpit seat.
When I was passing through the front toilet, I thought I’d hide from people.
I knocked on the door, “Now you can come out, there’s no dead bodies.” I’m sorry.
“Ooh! I’m sorry.
The sound of the dead in the toilet.
Scared me two steps back.
I’m going to run up the tunnel and tell Wong that there’s a dead body on his plane and I’m taking her down.
A thousand times in the heart.
But running from first class to business class, then economy class, and looking at it, were the ruins of the seats destroyed by the dead.
I just didn’t see Wong Moonlight.
“The Yellow Moon!
I called out.
In response, it was a dead body that I knocked out of the toilet.
Yellow Moonlight? I’m sorry.
She’s gone?
But the plane is so big!
I’m shaking, I’m looking all over the cabin, I’m flipping all over the top, I just can’t find her!
Where did she go?
How could she disappear at this hour?
She just told me she loved me!
I pulled the emergency security door.
Wong Moon Qing is not on the plane. She’s a live woman, and no one can evaporate.
And we won. We’re a survivor on a plane that exploded. I’m about to say yes to her. She can’t disappear at this time!
I picked up a pull weapon stuck in the seat and jumped off the plane.
I’m still feeling the heat of the desert, even though it’s sunset.
“The Yellow Moon!
After a breeze, my voice was completely inundated in a vast desert, which gave me a strong sense of helplessness.
The sand dune ridge lines flow smoothly, and as far as they reach, the entire desert is intact.
There are no other traces in the desert except for the tracks of the plane’s slip and my footprints.
The bodies dropped by air on the other desert belt were only able to see black plumes and there seemed to be a small amount moving.
No yellow moon cleared the plane.
“The Yellow Moon is Clear…”
I can’t even look at the desert and I can’t feel it.
Is she my fantasy too? Haven’t you ever had a woman like that in my life?
Like a red parrot that disappears out the window of the plane?
Or…
I thought of a creepy possibility.
There’s one in the cabin I didn’t check. That’s the bathroom on the head.
When I went to the cockpit, did she open the toilet door? And then she was bitten by the mortuary inside, and she put herself and the mortuary back in there just to protect me?
“Ooh!”
All of a sudden, there’s a dead body.
I’ll pull the pole and be alert.
The corpse came from another desert. It was so strong.
It’s coming up, and I’m just trying to get it out of my head.
But the corpse disappeared when I pulled it down.
If the desert hadn’t left its claw marks, I should have suspected that my brain had really gone wrong.
There was a dead body. Why did my head just disappear?
What has happened all the way to today is too challenging my materialistic world view.
What the hell happened?
I’m thinking fast.
The sudden thought that Wong Moon Qing would never be a zombie in the toilet.
The door to the toilet in the cabin was locked from the inside, she was not a flight attendant and there was no blast, and she had no possibility of opening the door.
So, what’s going on with Huang and the corpse?
Did they really exist?
Is everything about her is my illusion?
Am I the one who’s trapped in the yellow sand and who’s lost his mind?
The breeze blew, raised a splatter of sand and buried a little bit of all the traces left in the desert.
“Ooh!”
Another dead man walks.
I threw the puller. Sit down on the floor.
A big plane is standing behind me, but I am afraid to believe in the strange experience of the journey.
My view of the world has collapsed a little.
Wong Moon Qing is dead! “The dead came near me and spoke.
But I can’t help but feel that the heart is sore that I look at him with my head, “Oh, my God. If she dies, where is her body? I want to see people. I want to see bodies. I’m sorry.
“You really want to know? “The mortuary twitched his arms and his voice was run over by a car.
“I’m sorry!”
“I’ll take you to her!”
The mortuary picked up the pole I threw and hit me in the temple with a stick.
My consciousness falls into the deep, dark and suffocated.
Whoo-hoo!
Oxygen surged into my lungs, and I was breathing and standing up.
It seems to smell sweet oranges, but it’s getting thinner and almost gone.
Look around, I think I’m back in the apartment.
But when did I have a red parrot in my apartment?
Brother Chu
The red parrot in the window cage screamed twice, and it sounded like a yellow moon.
There’s a great sense of familiarity, but there’s no picture in my head, but it’s the heart that’s beating.
“Back,” a little sound, a micro-electronic device with white light on the size of the nail cap, falling from my temple, gradually extinguishing the light. My temple is stinging like something inside is closing.
I was just about to pick up the white electronics, and a piece of yellow note fell right in front of me.
It is a writing that strange to me, and it says, “I am Zhu Jin, I am allergic to wheat, and I cannot eat food with it.” I’m sorry.
Am I allergic to oatmeal?
“I am Zhu Jin, I am 109 years old.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
I was suddenly gleaming in my head, and I was unconsciously lifting the covers and trying to get up.
The feeling of being on the ground is different from what I thought.
Hold the table and I tore off a note in the closet.
“I am Zhu Jin, born on September 20, 2200, and my daughter and Wong Moon Qing, who is 32 years old.
“I am Zhu Jin, the daughter of Zhu Hee-ching and my granddaughter, born on May 21st, 2226, immediately to first grade.
“I’m Zhujin, and I want to skin the monkeys.
“I’m Chu Jin, and if the nurse gives the medicine, it’ll be marked in the drawer form.
“I am Zhu Jin…”
My hand flips right in front of me, but I don’t think it’s my hand… My hands can’t be so dry and wrinkled.
I’m not familiar with this broken body, and I’m strange and afraid.
“What’s going on?”
I’m talking.
It’s not my loud voice, but it’s like sand.
I’m afraid I’m pressuring to stay calm.
I’d like to open the door and look, but my legs are shaking and I’m barely walking.
At last I came to the door, and I wanted to twist the handle, with the hand coming out in pieces, and again and again, with no strength to open it.
The door was suddenly pushed from the outside.
“Professor Chu? How did you get off the line? I’m sorry.
She was standing in front of the crew of the plane, but she was wearing a white nurse.
What about the yellow moonlight?
I’m being calm and dumb.
The other nurse looked at her face and looked at her with half a tear. I’m sorry.
“Where is she?”
Two heads down. The nurse who started talking struggled to speak.
“Professor Zhu, since you remember only when you were young, you ask to spend every day in the virtual world…”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I’m sorry.
Why are they pushing me?
“Professor Chu, Professor Wong is dead. I’m sorry.
“You’re lying! “I just saw the yellow moonlight.” She’s…
I said, “She told me! I’m sorry.
Some crying nurse interfaces say, “Our house is 432 times faster than the real world. Your just, it’s been three days. Professor Wong is happy when he stays because she’s always with you…”
I don’t understand the nurse.
It’s just that there’s a huge force that digs a hole in my heart and fills it up.
In the ears there is a dazzling string, mixed with low tears from the surroundings.
I don’t know how I got here.
I’m frightened by the colourless halls.
“It’s your turn to listen. A young girl sitting next to me softly hit me, “You have to listen.” I’m sorry.
I was about to ask her who she was, see her moon-twirling eyes, as if through her she had shown me yellow moon-light.
♪ The chords in the hall are weak, the sound of a slow swallowing woman ♪
“I hope you’re not sad, Brother Chu, but I love my last life…”
“In the virtual world, we seem to be back in our youth. I’m so glad to be with you. Most of the time you’ve been in love with me at first sight… If you don’t believe it, sometimes you fall in love with me in the middle of a fight with you… ..and I wish you would have been with you for the last time.
Although it’s a little old, it’s like I’ve heard the yellow moonlight.
I followed the sound, saw a picture of the yellow moon, and she had lost her color.
In front of this picture, there was a two-metre-long custom-made jade.
There is an electronic photo album of the grey metal with coloured photographs on its side.
Her voice came out of an electronic album.
I can’t believe the colored photos are all about me and Yellow Moon.
But I don’t remember.
“…this time you chose to beat a corpse on a plane, as if it were God’s will, which is where we first met. I was infected with the alienated mortuary virus that suddenly appeared on that plane, and half of your life was gone, and you walked more than 20 kilometres in the desert with rotting me behind your back, draining up all your supplies and medicines, even using your blood to keep me alive, and finally finding a rescue station to freeze me. You did an almost impossible task in an urgent time, finally developing a delayed, anti-mortem drug.
“You used to laugh at the fact that you were prepared to fight the materials and drugs of the dead, because you owed me because you saw my idea of an archaeological excavation and when you proposed you did not have a diamond ring, but gave us a golden jade device that we had designed to fight against the dead.
Brother Chu… old man… you said you wouldn’t let a world with me be the last. All my life, I’ll be a world. I have no regrets that I met the first of you at the end of my life, and it was a gift from heaven, and I feel so satisfied…”
I was walking in a tremor, holding on to the play key and putting the electronic album in my arms.
“Dad? I’m sorry.
The young girl looked at me.
I suddenly felt a little itchy, stretching my hand, and the rough, dry face was full of water.
I don’t know why I’m standing in front of a hall.
Look back at that hall without color.
I’m with a young girl. She’s got nice eyes.
“Professor Zhu, I’m sorry! It was only at the funeral that Professor Wong looked back and realized that the neighbor who lived in the nursing home for so long was the famous Professor Chu! I’d like to say hello to you and say thank you! I’m sorry.
I draw back my hand.
“I want to say thank you! If your team had not developed a vaccine against the dead, my wife and my daughter would have died in that wave, which lasted for many years! It was you who ended the disease a hundred years ago! Thank you!”
This old man is weird.
“I’m just beginning to beat the dead. I’m sorry.
I looked at him for nothing and went out.
I don’t really know where to go. It’s very strange here.
I’d just love to find Wong Moonlight.
The young girl whispered to the old man behind her.
“I’m so sorry, my father has Alzheimer’s. He’s not unreasonable. I’m sorry.
“Oh, come on, I’m the one who forced Professor Zhu out of the virtual world. I hope you don’t mind. Speaking of the virtual world offered by this home, it’s a possibility for us old people to feel life again. But did I hear at the funeral that Professor Wong died of a brain tumor? It’s very curable for brain tumors, and it’s like they don’t have access to virtual devices.”
“Yes, when my mother found out about the brain tumor, my father had just developed Alzheimer’s, remembering only when he was young and asking to go to the virtual world every day to beat the dead. And my mother would never have access to a virtual device if she had treated her brain tumor, so my mother gave up her treatment. She said she knew her father for the rest of her life and didn’t want to end it. Sometimes I think that a mother’s insistence on a virtual interface may have accelerated her condition… but she seems happy to be able to beat so many zombies in the virtual world with her father. We can only respect her choice.”
“I see! Your father still looks like a lion. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what they’re saying, but it’s as if I heard a cry of pity for the lateness of the heroes.
The pain and sorrow of my heart is bulging and drowning.
But soon I stopped remembering where it came from.
I’m moving forward to find Wong Moon.
If I find Wong Moon Qing, I’ll tell her that I really like her, and I saw pictures of her archaeological excavation site in a magazine years ago, fascinated by her eyes on the moon and her tough cock claws.
I hope she doesn’t mind my response too late.
When I pulled the door open, I heard a familiar “Brother Chu.”
I was conscious to respond, but just when my mouth opened, I ate the salty tears that happened to fall.
When I came to the window, the red parrot was a bit lazy and again calling me “Brother Chu.”
“Amu?”
The red parrot seems to be very happy with his wings.
He’s been calling me “Brother Chu!” I’m sorry.
In this sound, I saw a tiny figure, smiling, with moon-like eyes, with a bright red parrot in my hand, calling me by name.
The last thing I want to forget is you. I don’t know why I thought that.
So he came out, and the parrot was called “Au”.
When you say the word “Au”, I feel the sadness inside me. I don’t remember you anymore. I don’t remember who I should remember. But I tried to remember you…
The small figure was happy and trained you repeatedly, and taught you many words, and ended up sitting in the window without a hand: “The red parrot is the smartest, but you learned for half a day, or you only call people, and don’t remind you of anything else. I’m sorry.
It’s nice that you’ll be able to be with me.
“…”
“No, no one can help you. I’m sorry.
I think so, but I don’t know where to start and who to talk to.
The sky falls outside the window.
It’s dark, no stars.
I lie in bed, I can’t remember where I went during the day, I can’t remember why I went back to my apartment, and I can’t remember when I raised a red parrot.
Red parrot has gone to sleep.
When I was alone and helpless in this world,
The sound of the warmness of the electronic photo albums on the bed’s head makes my heart feel like I can belong.
Only that old woman said softly:
“I was never afraid of death. I’m afraid not to live in your heart. I’m sorry.
And the night shall be scattered, and a round of the moon shall be cast down, and a thin layer shall cover me.
I suddenly remembered my wife’s name, Yellow Moon, and her eyes and contours appeared in my mind.
A strong emotion caught my heart and I got up and sat at the table.
Something important, to write down.
A beam of moonlight spilled.
I wrote on the note:
“I am Zhu Jin, and I love Yellow Moon. I’m sorry.
But the words I wrote with my own hand are completely different from the notes written in the house “I am Zhu Jin”.
It’s as if there’s a tiny figure who’s been writing notes for me. She smells like I love her, but I can’t even remember what it tastes like.
I tried and tried to keep this incomplete scene and this blurry image, but there were images of it that collapsed, dissolved and dispersed…
I left a blank in my head.
I can’t remember where it came from.
The dawn shines.
The nurse asked, “What are you going to do today? I’m sorry.
I said, “Of course it’s a beating.” I’m sorry.
Because I always remember, it’s like I met the most important person in my life when I beat a corpse.
I want to see her again.
Case number: YXX16yABjZCEpPO3MUrpnK
Homecoming.
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
Wang Noro
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
