Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

Lin Luan slept uncomfortably.

There was always a lingering smell of leather in the new dream store, faint but persistent, which made him dream that he was born in a very old farmhouse with the bedroom window next to the stables.There is no mom, only dad.Dad hugged him and sat on the horse, walking slowly in the blue sky, white clouds and green grassland. There was a literacy book around the horse's neck, and on the opened page was a picture of a horse exactly like the one under the buttocks.Dad pointed to the horse on the page and taught it over and over again: Baby, read to Dad, horse, horse, horse... Lin Luan followed and said over and over again: horse, horse, horse...

The horse walked very slowly and wobbled. Lin Luan was so jolted that he was about to fall asleep, wanting to look at the sun.When I looked up, I saw my father's chestnut curly hair and big gray-blue eyes...

What a nightmare.

After two days of studying under the guidance of Ping Zhan's father, Lin Luan protested solemnly: "Why do I always dream of you in my dreams?"

Ping Zhan smiled: "Honey, it means you really want to see me."

Shit!The cursing words rolled in Lin Luan's throat, and he swallowed them with difficulty: "This speed is too slow, I need more tutorials."

So the news station was replaced by literacy courses, which were continuously broadcast.

Although the physique has seriously deteriorated and the spiritual consciousness has also suffered great trauma, it is still very easy to learn a language with the spiritual consciousness of the transformation stage.A week later, Lin Luan could take off the translator and communicate in the common language of the community.

"You are a genius." Ping Zhan commented after the first common language dialogue in the community.

Lin Luan thought silently, "Oh my God! It's finally over! I don't have to call you dad in my dreams every night anymore!"

Sure enough, Ping Zhan adjusted the program of helping the dream warehouse (Lin Luan still did not have any control over the furniture), and Lin Luan watched him choose "Natural" as the dream, thinking that he could finally get rid of Ping Zhan.Then, that night, I dreamed that I became Mao Mao again, exploring together with Ping Zhan in the primeval forests of mountains and rivers...

Sleeping became what Lin Luan hated the most.

Lin Luan patiently waited for the opportunity, but the opportunity to escape never appeared.

One night, when it was time to go to sleep, the terminal on Ping Zhan's wrist flickered, and 2 minutes later, a door hole appeared on the bedroom wall, and Old Yot flew in.

The fat old man took off the mechanical wings, his face was red and he gasped a little: "Come on, my child, stretch out your hand."

Ping Zhan frowned, rolled up his sleeves obediently, and stretched out his hand.Old Yot looked around while drawing blood: "Is there something wrong with the basic power supply system? Why use these old antiques?"

Ping Zhan watched him take the fourth tube of blood: "Hey, why are there so many? Is it hard to find a case like mine? Don't worry, I'm dead and the whole thing is yours—the little thing said that this wall lights up It will make me sick, so I found these from the bottom of the pile of debris. Hey~ I still smoke! Why are you pumping me!"

Old Yotte looked at Lin Luan suspiciously, his eyes full of inquiries.

Lin Luan had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Well, I feel that this wall is not very good for him..."

Old Yot raised one eyebrow and smiled helplessly: "Feeling? Well, I remembered, he told me that your sixth sense is very accurate. You young people, you can do whatever you want. Children, You'd better clean yourself up now, I'm going to get some stem cells from you later."

Lin Luan's whole body became tense, is this about to start attacking...

Pressing the pinhole with one hand, Ping Zhan opened the bathroom door for Lin Luan, watched Lin Luan go in, and then turned to Old Yot, "Has his medical file been completed?"

Old Yot took all the instruments from his carry-on space box: "Don't worry, it will take more time to falsify a person's medical records from birth. You know, the sampling method of the data system more than ten years ago is not the same as it is now. Also, some of the samplers and archiving tubes are obsolete. It's much harder for me to find those than you can make up a dossier on the web."

Ping Zhan "cut": "Do you think it is easy to reconstruct a person on the Internet? As a teenager living in 5012, he must have countless online social traces and countless check-in records in public places. The key There were countless cameras filming him. My processor nearly crashed trying to simulate this."

The two were silent, and the old Yotte took out all the medical equipment in silence.

Ping Zhan thought for a while and decided, "I'm going to Dinglou."

The fat old man had a deep silhouette in the somewhat yellow light of the standing desk lamp, which made him look like a pensive elder in an oil painting.At this moment, the elder squeezed a syringe tightly: "Is it necessary to show up? Like before, can't we make an appointment online?"

Ping Zhan looked elsewhere and shook his head: "I don't have much time, it's better to hurry up. Besides," he stood up and walked to the bathroom, ready to put the little things out, and said with a smile, "he's going crazy, just look at his Just by looking at my eyes, I know that 999 ways to die in my hands will automatically pop up in his head every minute."

Old Yot looked at the shadow of the lampshade when the bathroom door opened and shook his head slightly: "As long as you are happy."

Lin Luan lay flat in the open dream chamber, trying to restrain his desire to look at his arms with his head hooked.

Old Yot was amused by his frightened and awkward expression, quickly injected an injection in his arm, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt too much."

Lin Luan waited for a while, seeing that the old man didn't move, he asked tentatively, "Are you ready?"

Ping Zhan, who stood by with his arms folded and watched the fun, let out a "hum", very disdainful.

Old Yot was very patient: "It was just the stem cell separation solution just now, and we have to wait for a while."

Lin Luan, who has studied abroad and studied medicine, expressed doubts about this explanation: "If it is to obtain hematopoietic stem cells, the separation fluid does not need to be injected for many days."

Old Yot's eyes brightened: "Ah, it turns out that you also had this kind of technology in your time. We can communicate. How did you operate it at that time?"

In order to ease the embarrassment (more to ease the fear), Lin Luan described in detail the process of how to extract hematopoietic stem cells that he knew.He kept talking, closed his eyes and kept talking, as if he was about to face an unknown and dangerous punishment when he opened his eyes.It made the bystanders feel that standing next to him was a man-eating monster, which gave the child infinite fear.

If Lin Luan knew the impression he gave to others, he would roar in his heart: what you see is true, that's how I miss you!

Old Yotte laughed and patted Lin Luan's arm: "After all, such a long time has passed, now it only takes a while, but the basic principle has not changed." Then he inserted a needle into his vein, and the next to him The machine made a "beep" sound and started to work. The blood slowly flowed out of Lin Luan's body, turned around in the machine, and then returned to his body.

This process cannot be shortened, and no one can bear it if it is too fast.

Lin Luan closed his eyes and felt the blood dripping from his arm. Ping Zhan started to stand, and then sat at his feet, looking at the little thing whose face was so pale with fright, he felt a little distressed.

In order to relieve the emotions of the two people next to him, Old Yot smiled and said, "You are much braver than Ping. He escaped from the hospital back then. Oh, not only escaped by himself, but also escaped with Liya. The two of them also I don’t know where I hid for a day.”

Lin Luan subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at Ping Zhan. Ping Zhan sat cross-legged behind his feet, resting his chin in one hand, and looked far away: "Hey, old man, we didn't run away because of fear that day."

"Oh? Did you go out on a date?--Did you ever go on a date?--You really came close to being my son-in-law."

Ping Zhan did not refute, and kept his hand resting on his chin, and said softly: "We arrived at the hospital early in the morning, but the weather was so good. Liya said, Hey, Ping, the weather is so good, why do we have to stay in so many places?" Wasting a whole day with morose patients, old men like my dad are so boring."

Speaking provocatively, he glanced at Old Yot, the wrinkles on Old Yot's face were all open, and his whole body lit up like a lamp.Both eyes read: Go on, kid, talk more, please.

So Ping Zhan continued: "So we ran away. I wanted to take Mao Mao, so I asked Xiao Nuo to send Mao Mao, but Xiao Nuo refused to go home. The four of us jumped on the first aircraft that came. , sit to the farthest stop, and don’t get off until there are only four of us left in the entire aircraft.”

Ping Zhan's eyes looked into the distance, and Old Yot also looked there.Lin Luan felt that both of them saw what they wanted to see.

"Thinking about it now, the place was remote and dangerous, but we were all very excited at the time. There were construction sites all around, and there was a small lake far away from the station. At that time we thought it was a lake, but now that we think about it, it might be a small lake." We played there all day, rolling around by the lake. Later, it was Mao Mao, the spoiler, who was so hungry and kept barking, that we thought about going back. We caught up with the last boat. Otherwise it’s time to go camping.”

Speaking of which, Ping Zhan unfolded the light screen and searched for a long time: "Look, I still have the photos from that time. Only this one."

He projects pictures on the wall.

A small puddle surrounded by some half-dead grass.A teenage girl was riding on top of a younger boy, punching and kicking.The boy has light chestnut curly hair and his face cannot be seen because he is covering it with his hands to prevent disfigurement.The girl is thin, but very strong, the original long braid has been pulled into a mess, her eyes are full of tears, and she is puffing out her cheeks for revenge.Next to it is a white Samoyed with a long tongue sticking out, the only happy creature in the picture.The setting sun fell on the little puddle behind them and reflected off the three creatures, casting a divine radiance on everything.

All three in the room fell silent, and Yot Sr. stared at the photo, his eyes filled with tears.

Lin Luan looked at the silent Ping Zhan and thought, even a pervert has a lovely childhood.