I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming touched the pen several times, but still didn't write down any comments.

He is just an outsider, how can he be qualified to bet on the table?

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ming simply wrote a letter: "Old Wang, hello. From the perspective of God, a strong unified human government is indeed necessary."

"Looking at the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, there are civilizations that are far stronger than humans, but they are still declining. I don't think that good luck will always favor humans."

"If the time is longer, one thousand or two thousand years, the current human beings will undoubtedly perish. Someone needs to rewrite history, and someone needs to do something."

"The difference between a hero and a hero is just one letter. History is often written by the victors. As for the price and sacrifice paid for it, in the history books, there is only a record of one sentence, and there is not even a single sentence. "

"But no matter what, if I'm asked to be a swordsman, I don't have this ability. Because I don't like politics, and seeing the tragic situation of human relations, I can't help being soft-hearted..."

"Anyway, Lao Wang doesn't care what you do, as long as you have your own responsibilities and goals."

After Zhang Ming wrote this, he let out a long sigh.

In fact, there is another way to prove the Tao with force!

Kill those who are not convinced, and coerce the world!

Of course, even if Lao Zhang had such strength, it would be impossible for him to engage in politics...

The human heart is a mess.

Everyone has their own ideas about the so-called "diversity of human species", and all kinds of verbal wars can drown people alive.

…

The next letter, the usual dog food, was sent by Lu Tuyu and his sister, and there were some photos of the children growing up.

Zhang Ming showed a happy smile, and threw the troubles just now out of the blue.

The little niece, in a blink of an eye, is 3 years old!

Already the age of kindergarten!

That pink make-up and jade-carved appearance really resembles my uncle, as beautiful and lovely as my uncle when he was a child!

The little niece still has a little turtle necklace around her neck.

The strongest uncle in mankind, Lao Zhang smiled "hehehe", scratched his scalp, and imagined in his heart, what gift should he send to the children this time? You can't always be a little turtle...

"Huh! Is there a video for me?" Zhang Ming read halfway through the letter, turned on the computer in surprise, and inserted the USB flash drive in the drift bottle.

There are 3 USB drives in total, all of which have the same content.

Thankfully, this time the USB drive was intact...albeit a small one, only about 500MB.

It may be military type or aerospace level, and the requirements for stability are relatively high.

Of course, 500MB is actually a lot.

In ancient times, a 32-level Super Mario game only needed 40KB.

It is precisely because of the development of computer hardware that the strength of programmers is not as good as that of the previous generation, and the code shit is everywhere, such as linux and unix, which were all created by the ancient gods. In the earliest days, a system was only a dozen megabytes.

Zhang Ming opened one of the video files excitedly.

"Uncle! Uncle!" the little girl with ponytails yelled sweetly to the camera, revealing two shallow dimples.

Then he suddenly changed his face and asked, "Mom, who is uncle?"

The younger sister was wearing a red dress, holding her mobile phone and said with a smile, "Uncle is the one who gave you the little turtle... Don't you like little turtles very much? Uncle gave it to you."

"Oh, so uncle is a little tortoise!" The child held up the little tortoise made of gold very preciously, and showed it off in front of the camera like a show off.

"Hurry up, hurry up." The voices of Zhang Ming's parents came from my ears.

"I wish uncle...grow up healthily and be a good baby!" the child said loudly while holding the little turtle.

"What healthy growth...that's your own words!" A group of adults behind laughed, and Zhang Ming, who was in front of the screen, laughed too.

"I wish uncle, smooth sailing! Safe journey!" After being corrected, she finally got it right, seemed to be satisfied with her performance, and waved her white and tender little hand again.

"Goodbye, uncle! Mom wants you to go home early!"

This simple and plain video ends here.

Family affection is a strange thing.

Wang Fumin is worrying about the family relationship, and Lao Zhang is enjoying the family relationship. Although he has never met his little niece, he still blesses her.

"That's great, may you grow up happily."

Of course, it is also possible that someone else's baby has no burden to play, and there is no need to consider the reason why she usually cries.

If I gave birth to one myself, I would not feel this way.

"The kid is so cute...the flesh on his face is chubby."

Zhang Ming suddenly realized that he was no longer young. He began to envy the passion, ignorance and vitality of the bullshit children, and envied the childhood and youth that had passed away long ago.

Even if his lifespan can be adjusted at will, he can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

But where is his youth?

Where is the eldest aunt who belongs to the little niece...

Lao Zhang is 34 years old this year, and he is about to turn 35. The hazy campus life is getting farther and farther away, and the spring breeze like peach blossoms has long since dissipated.

He even vaguely forgot the past time in the human world.

He wants to drift in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods for an unknown number of years, living with a black stone like shit.

Zhang Ming couldn't help sobbing a few times, recalling the only short-lived love he ever had, and the beige sweater, he couldn't help but wailed from the bottom of his heart: "My first love girl...Wow!"

Sure enough, a black thing like shit rolled into the room and shouted excitedly: "My first love girlfriend? That afternoon when the sun was setting, I asked her, can I bury my head in your bed?" I love your yellow sweater! She shyly said no..."

Zhang Ming's body trembled, and every nerve was viciously stimulated.

He said in great pain: "Maybe if I lick her again, I can really get the right to mate...Why didn't I continue to lick her at that time?"

The more miserable Lao Zhang was, the happier Shi Mama was, frantically repeating about mating rights.

"Wait, what's her name?" Zhang Ming scratched his head sadly, "Suddenly my brain rusted, I forgot, Shi Mama, do you still remember?"

"What's her name?" Shi Mama was stunned, why did you ask me?

Wait, why don't I know her name.

You never said that before!

The two guys looked at me and I looked at you, and there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

"What name?!" Shi Mama was in more and more pain, even more painful than Lao Zhang.

It has been repeated for so long and I don’t even know its name, so what’s the point of this story!

In the end, Lao Zhang didn't know whether he recalled the girl's name, or he rubbed his temples and sighed in order to relieve his embarrassment: "It's okay to forget... because of the right to mate, if you lose it, you will never have it again."

"What name?!" Shi Mama was still struggling, her old voice echoed in the room, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Zhang Mingyu earnestly said: "Actually, I'm talking about you Shimama, not me. One day I will return to the human world, and the right to mate will come back again."

Shi Mama was stunned: "What name?"

"Get out!"

"what name!"

"roll!"

Lao Zhang lamented how many years his virgin life would last in the future, and kicked Shi Mama out.

Shimama rolled around on the deck before slowly stopping.

Seems to be poked at the pain point, facing the sea, sighing sadly: "Mating rights, once lost, there will be no more! What's the name?"

It growled louder and louder.

"what name?!!"

Gouzi couldn't bear the humiliation amidst the roar, and used his ability in a different space to hide.

The pelican "quacked" a few times, not daring to provoke the weird stone, and flew away.

The old voice, one wave after another, was stirred up in waves on the empty sea level: "Mating rights...what's the name?"

Only Xiaobai was left alone, looking sadly at his mad ancestor.

"Are you fucking finished?!" Lao Zhang couldn't take it anymore, rushed out of the room, and kicked it into the sea with a flying kick.

...

...

Ahem, let’s get down to business.

The next letter was written by Li Xianfeng.

Because the U disk may be broken halfway, some important data are still backed up in text.

Lao Zhang got a computer from the freighter, which also has an LCD screen, and he didn't bother to read these sesame-sized words anymore. He just lay down and read with the computer, and his eyes were 10,000 times more comfortable.

But this time, Li Xianfeng wrote a personal letter very rarely.

He wrote in the letter: "Mr. Zhang Ming, hello."

"You should have read Comrade Wang Fumin's letter. The unification of human civilization is indeed a historic problem. With the intensification of external risks, it is an urgent matter."

"But I always think that many things can't be rushed. Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. The more anxious it is, the more it will develop in the opposite direction."

"I'm even a little skeptical. Mr. Qin Yiwei of the supernatural anomaly investigation department is a person with special abilities. He has a high charisma and political skills. This kind of charisma faintly exceeds the normal range. In addition, he He is a spiritual-type ability user, which makes me quite skeptical in my heart."

"The investigation of people with special abilities has always been a hidden project started by me personally. The innate abilities of human beings cannot be perfectly detected by scientific instruments, and can only be roughly estimated through certain appearances."

"Just like you, through long-term observation, we believe that your ability is to learn and evolve quickly. Obviously this is a special ability, and it may be unique in the human group."

"But the real situation, if you don't reveal it yourself, we may never know."

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and said with a smile: "Quick learning and fast evolution..."

Well, the observations of Li Xianfeng and others are indeed a little close, but not completely accurate.

Li Xianfeng's letter also wrote: "People with special abilities, according to the classification of Yanjiao people, that is, the fate of 'Heaven', have the ability to change history."

"But we can't expect that this group of people with destiny will lead history to the right path. If they have a special purpose, they may lead mankind astray."

"Maybe their purpose is good, but the path to achieve it may not be correct."

"That's why I don't quite agree with the political views of Qin Yiwei and Wang Fumin. Unification is indeed what we need, but an overly radical approach will only bring about more conflicts and conflicts in a human society that has finally calmed down."

"In the past, the population of earth civilization has decreased a lot, and it needs to cultivate health and rest, and can't bear too much trouble..."

Zhang Ming understood what Li Xianfeng meant.

Lao Li believes that Qin Yiwei is likely to be a person with special abilities, very cunning, and quite ambitious. If this kind of person really wants to destroy, the probability of causing human civilization to go astray is extremely high. Perhaps before the outbreak of external disasters, human beings will perish themselves.

Li Xianfeng and Wang Fumin's two friends have subtle political views, and Zhang Ming doesn't know who to listen to.

Do you want to make a phone call and talk to them through Gaia consciousness?

Zhang Ming thought about it for a while, but still gave up on this choice.

no need.

Because, so what if we talk about it... Regarding the issue of world unification, he can't change anything.

He's not a politician, he doesn't have enough vision, and he doesn't have any ambitions. He's just a mountain village savage who doesn't even have the right to mate!

Even if he returns to Earth immediately, Lao Zhang, can he still be the emperor?

He has neither interest nor ability.

"Forget it, what do I, Lao Zhang, have to do with human affairs? I even worry about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, and my hair is about to fall out."

Zhang Ming put these things behind him, and continued to read the contents of the USB flash drive, which contained scientific documents of perhaps one or two million words!

Regardless of whether it is the scientific and technological papers of the people of the United States, the people of the hair country, the people of the blue country, and the people of Italy, they are all carefully translated into Chinese, so that he can read them smoothly.

But Zhang Ming is not very interested in these things. There are too many papers with millions of words, and they are not like online novels that can read ten lines at a glance. It is normal to read an article for a week.

Lao Zhang took a few glances and was really too lazy to read it. He planned to select a few important replies and read the rest slowly for another 14 months when he had time, and then sent them back after the next drifting bottle cycle.

There are even letters of condolences from political leaders of various countries in the USB flash drive!

"Dear Zhang, I'm Ma Dalong! Nice to meet you!"

"Because of your reminder, we have successfully resolved the plague of the living dead and enhanced the consciousness of Gaia, which makes us feel very lucky! Obviously, this year, with the freezing of the Pangea Continent, the disaster has decreased a lot. We are sincerely grateful You, and wish you the best of luck!"

It is all nonsense literature that is not nutritious.