The Path Toward Heaven

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Huaxi trot all the way out of the kitchen, looked at him and asked, "What doesn't make sense?"

Her right hand was holding a kitchen knife, her left hand was holding a half-cut apple, her small face was reddish, and she didn't know whether it was fired or anxious.

I want to explain here that the kitchen in this suite is in the living room, and the living room for watching TV is actually a relatively large bedroom. The walls on both sides of the mountain have windows.

Huaxi didn't understand what Jing Jiu meant because she really didn't understand anything now. The problem is that Xueji doesn't understand. She looked at Jing Jiu, and her dark black eyes were filled with frustration and irritation. She had learned wisdom as she knew many languages, but she didn't know what he meant by saying such words.

Jing Jiu ignored the problem of Huaxi and Xue Ji's eyes.

As an autistic patient, he now has every reason to ignore this world and not be disturbed by this world.

Huaxi skimmed his lips, walked out with a knife and a bract.

Xueji held out her small round hand, grabbed the remote control from Jing Jiu's hand, and tuned back to the animation channel.

It did n’t take long for dinner to be ready, a pot of nutrients, a plate of sour and spicy bluish white, plus a plate of pickles made of unknown ingredients.

"It's all dishes on the street. I secretly listened to the aunts saying that they are better than the quality they bought before, and they don't need money." Huaxi said while smirking, "I also secretly took a jar of pickles." I really do n’t understand what the people here think. Relief nutritious food is enough. Why should we eat greens? "

Jingjiu sat down at the table and thought for a long time before whispering slowly: "It seems ... vitamins."

Huaxi handed him the chopsticks and said, "You can get the multivitamin."

Jingjiu took the chopsticks and started to eat.

Yes, now he has begun to eat, not because his physical condition is too bad, but because he forgets that he does not need to eat. At this point, Huaxi is not clear, and Xueji will not remind him, as for the chilling ... When Xueji wants to renovate Jing Jiu, it has always been chilling.

Jing Jiu eats very slowly, but fortunately, he does n’t eat much, it is more like a kind of ritual, and the dishes are very few.

Dinner soon ended, he slowly packed up the tableware, and then went to the kitchen to wash it carefully. The hot water in the residential area is collectively supplied, and in the past, some money will be paid symbolically. Now this special moment is used casually, so many households are extremely wasteful, especially because there are many people washing the dishes before and after dinner, so the water pressure Some of the shortcomings, the hot water coming out of the faucet is as thin as a hairspring, but fortunately his dishwashing movement is also slow and outrageous, and it works well.

Huaxi sat back in the soft chair and continued to watch TV. Xueji reached out her small round hands and slapped a silent ring finger. I didn't know what it meant. The window became brighter. The birch trees as high as three or four floors shone and mixed with the snowflakes. Difficult to distinguish.

There is no internet in this room, only TV, entertainment seems a bit monotonous, but Xue Ji is very satisfied. At first, she discovered that this was an information society, and she felt that it was difficult to avoid the eyes of the central computer, so she was afraid of that, and only dared to hide in the underground water channel. Now she understands that as long as she is not online, inquiring, or inquisitive, it is not difficult to cut off the connection with the world. It is as simple as simply living like most ordinary people on the planet.

When you go to gaze at the abyss, the abyss will stare at you. If you do n’t go to see it, how could the abyss look at you, who are you?

There is an entertainment program on TV. Two young idol stars, famous in the Scorpion Nebula, are wearing spacesuits and are floating in space more than ten feet away, trying to make the other party guess the words they see by explaining. There is no air in the universe, there is no sound spreading naturally, the two are desperately making a gesture, which is particularly ridiculous.

The flower branches of Huaxi Xiao tremble, the eyelashes of Xue Ji Xiao bend, Jing Jiu is washing the dishes, the picture is so warm.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Jingjiu was doing the dishes and did not open the door. Of course he would not open the door even if he did nothing, and Xueji would not open the door.

These days, there were also enthusiastic neighbors from Belou who came to visit with things like potatoes. They didn't pay any attention to them, and got cold and weird evaluations and quietness from the residents of the community. They do not want this kind of quiet life to be broken by any accident, not because they yearn for this so-called quiet good life, but because they are afraid of death.

Huaxi is a little curious about the outside world and people, but now IQ is like a child, she will only listen to them completely.

The doorbell disappeared, and it rang again after a short while, and there were knocks and apology from the frosted window of the balcony.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but my name is Eve. I am a life management worker in District 7. I am currently in the education department. I am currently undergoing a second identity registration. I need to fill out the form in advance ... I heard your harmonica today, I think it blows Very good, the activity center has a special training class, are you interested in attending? I left the registration materials and introduction at the door, if you are interested, just take a look. "

The lady left after saying this, the sound of the snow on the soles of the boots was very clear, and the sound of the door closing was also very clear.

Now the thickness of the snow is about three to four centimeters, her height is about one meter six or four, and her left foot is slightly larger.

Jing Jiu also confirmed a lot of other information, but did not know why he knew this.

Huaxi glanced at Xueji, then went out to look at Jing Jiuyi, and found that they did not stop themselves, happily opened the door, and took a file bag.

In addition to the form for the second confirmation of identity, there are several brightly colored promotional pages and three registration instructions.

The activity center of the Ministry of Education has many interest classes, which are set up for different age groups and levels. With the extension of the closed period, these activities have not been affected, but have been getting better and better. Basically speaking, most of the mining consortium has stopped work now. Workers do not need to go to work, and many industries have also been affected. With the support of the government, people ’s lives have no major problems. What are you doing?

There are a variety of interest classes, there are many sports, and there are some very partial courses such as fiction and technology courses, and there are many common courses such as music and art. Jing Jiu looked at the pages of the propaganda and was curious. He was unsure and asked, "... Can ... is it okay?"

Xueji looked at this scene with a blank expression, confirming that he was really crazy, not pretending to be stupid.

Jingyang actually fell in love with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, is it not crazy?

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After the variety show called "The Silent Scream", Huaxi went to bed in his bedroom. There was a single camp bed in that bedroom.

Jingjiu sat on the chair and carried Xueji into her arms.

Xueji held out her small round hands and snapped her silent fingers.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the light shining out of the window above the birch forest also faded in sequence at a later time.

Jing Jiu didn't need to sleep just like he didn't need to eat, but now he has forgotten all the Taoism and can't meditate. He feels that he needs to sleep. It ’s just that the feeling of not knowing anything while sleeping makes him a little uneasy and afraid, so he must hold Xueji to fall asleep. As for why holding Xueji is no longer afraid, it should be because his subconscious mind still remembers Snow Ji is the strongest existence in the world.

Xueji didn't like being held in bed by him, and he didn't want to become melatonin, but thinking about his subconscious respect for himself, he didn't refuse.

Cicada flew up and fell to the window, staring at the silent snow falling outside the window, very alert.

Xueji's hair spread out, and it really resembles the little girl's preparation before bed.

In the middle of the night, Jing Jiu suddenly had a headache, his face was extremely pale, and his eyebrows were even twisted.

Xueji stretched out her small round hand and fell on his brow.

An unimaginable chill permeated.

Jing Jiu's expression gradually relaxed, and his breathing became smoother.

Drinking hot water can't solve this problem ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It's not the principle of using ice to relieve pain, but the extreme low temperature to reduce the activity of particles, completely suppress the discharge of the brain.

Because of the chill, the room was cold, and the frost on the window stained from the inside to the outside.

The water droplets on the hot water pipe condensed into ice, connected into a line, hanging down into a column, looking like a row of sharp swords.

Jingjiu fell asleep again, his face still pale.

Xueji looked at him, his black eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

People as strong as Jingyang are still so pitiful in this world.

If he becomes like him, how pitiful should he be?

Her eyes went down and fell on Jing Jiu's wrist, looking at the blue rope, not knowing what she was thinking.

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Early the next morning, before dawn, Huaxi crawled up under the quilt and shivered, "Brother ... brother ... warm ... gas ... again ... bad ... bad ... bad ... broken."

Jingjiu didn't know what was going on. After thinking about it seriously, he looked to Xueji and said, "Trouble repairing."

Xueji has no expression, thinking that if I am omnipotent, should I still be a plumber?

Huaxi took a hot bath and finally got warmer.

Jingjiu washed his face and saw the ice-like edges on the hot water pipe, wondering why he was familiar?

Today's breakfast is more shabby than yesterday's dinner, it is two pieces of bread.

Jing Jiu looked at the color pages at the table, and was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I want to learn piano."

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(I like the flow of life the most, I want to make a variety show!)