The Path Toward Heaven

If it rains like it used to, the basketball kids and skateboard teens will all go home. In this heavily polluted planet, acid rain is the most annoying thing for everyone. But it rarely rains these days, and all that falls are snowflakes. They don't care, they continue to play ball happily. Some teenagers even take off their shirts and keep sprinting in the snowflakes, and the laughter becomes louder.

In the distance came the sound of a harmonica, faintly visible amidst the laughter and cursing.

Several teenagers who didn't have their turn to skateboard followed the sound and saw the boy in blue on the wall.

The harmonica played by the boy in blue has no problem in terms of pitch or rhythm. The problem is that it is too standard, so the feeling of mechanical and imitation is very strong, not very pleasant, or it can be said that it lacks a sense of freedom, or it lacks a sense of art? But in any case, in the snowflakes falling from the sky, on top of the abandoned wall, a lonely boy is playing the harmonica, it is indeed a moving picture, those boys are still very young, and they have some inexplicable emotions.

Why are you still playing ball!

Don't think it's okay if it's snow, it's corrosive if it melts! Especially you guys, who are still shirtless! Are you looking for death!

Hurry up and pack up and go home, it's time to review your homework! Let's play after the snow stops!

Laughter, quarrel, harmonica and joyful, excited, inexplicable emotions were broken by a stern voice at the same time.

The person who spoke was a lady, about forty years old, although her voice was stern, her expression was very gentle, and the corners of her lips were slightly curled up and there was a smile on her face. The teenagers who were playing basketball and skateboarding stopped one after another, and complained a little unhappy, but they all obediently began to get dressed and prepared to leave, while saying hello to the lady.

The lady is called Eve, and she is the life management committee member of this community, but this is only a part-time job. Her official job is the administrative activity center of the Lower West Side of the city. Her main duty is to work with young people. She often goes to various schools to inspect. These young people know her.

Eve touched a little boy's head, smiled and said a few words to them, suddenly heard the sound of the harmonica from a distance, looked over curiously, looked at the blue-clothed boy on the wall, and asked with a slightly strange expression: Who is that?

I moved here a few days ago, and I live in District 7, 720, in the house on the first floor of Bashan.

I heard that there are only him and my sister in the family. My sister seems to have some problems with her mind.

Don't talk about his sister, this guy seems to have some problems. Have you talked to him until today and know his name?

After listening to the introductions of the boys, Eve looked at the boy on the wall with some sympathy.

Gene optimization is now very popular, but congenital genetic diseases are still difficult to treat, especially brain problems, which require a lot of money.

Medical problems that require a lot of money to solve have always been qualified to solve such problems by only a very small number of people on this planet.

Don't talk about people behind their backs.

Is this called behind the back? Besides, what's wrong with saying a few words, can he still rush over and hit me?

My mother said, don't talk to the madman, who knows what will happen.

That guy is not crazy, it seems to be called... autism?

The discussion among the teenagers was still going on, Eve shook her head, looked away and said to them, Hurry up, it looks like there will be a lot of snow today.

Mr. Eve, when will the ban be lifted? Hold on every day...

Please, even if the ban is lifted, can people like us go to other planets? It's not the same as playing ball and skateboarding here. What's the difference?

Looking at the news that there is a second citizen registration and the ban, I always feel that the government is looking for something. Do you think it is the legendary star-level weapon?

Hahahaha, why didn't you say you were looking for the emperor of the Sea of ​​Dark Things?

Teacher, take this.

No, I brought an umbrella.

Teacher Eve glanced at the boy on the ruined wall again, and opened the old-fashioned film umbrella in his hand to block the snowflakes falling from the sky. The rest of the teenagers also opened their umbrellas, or turned on the airflow device, and walked towards the outside of the stadium in groups of threes and twos, before disappearing into the road between the buildings in the living area.

The world has become quiet.

The boy in blue wiped his harmonica with his sleeve, put the harmonica in his pocket, turned around and jumped off the wall.

From taking off the harmonica to wiping it to putting it in and then jumping off the wall, his movements are very slow, as if breaking down a normal person's movement into many details. It is understandable that other movements are slow, but why does the movement of jumping off the wall appear so slow? Know that only has to do with the gravity of the planet.

The sneakers fell on the ground, splashing a few grains of thin snow, and the hat was lifted a little, revealing the boy's face.

It was a clean but ordinary face, with clean eyes but no depth, it looked like a stream, and you could see the bottom if you looked casually.

People with such eyes are often very simple, even too naive, almost stupid.

The boy put his hat on again, walked with his head down on the already quiet side of the court, passed the walls full of skateboard marks, followed the trail near the garbage dump and lake outside the living area, and walked to the farthest District Seven.

There are a total of 38 living buildings in District 7. 720 is located at the outermost edge. Over the railing is the abandoned agricultural area. Usually, no one would come here, so it looks extraordinarily quiet and even a little scary.

There are no bicycle trams in the space about 30 meters wide in front of the building, and there are no luxurious suspension cars. There is no neat lawn in the flower beds, and some vegetables and wild wheat seedlings that were not harvested last winter are left in the corners. The snow has already covered a layer, and there are no bamboo leaves trampled by birds on it, and no flowers left by cats.

Walking to the iron unit door, the boy took out the key from his trousers pocket, inserted it into the lock with some slow movements, and opened the door after slowly shaking it from side to side twice. Walking into the building, the wooden doorknob of the room on the left was left with solidified soup spilled at some point, and the iron door of the room on the right was covered with rust.

This time he didn't take out the key again, but directly knocked on the door. The sound made by his fingers colliding with the iron door was a bit dull, but the rhythm was very steady.

With a creak, the iron door was pushed open from the inside, revealing an innocent and pretty face.

Brother, are you back?

The boy stood outside the door in silence for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer this sentence, but finally just hummed.

The girl who called his brother didn't think there was anything unusual about him, so she ran back to the living room with her cotton slippers, sat on the soft chair full of cushions, reached out and hugged the big snow-white doll into her arms, and continued watching TV. A cartoon was played on the light curtain of the TV. I don't know what it was about, which made the little girl giggle non-stop.

The snow doll in her arms is also giggling, because it has no mouth, so its eyes are narrowed into two curves, it looks very cute, but also very weird. The boy changed into his slippers and walked into the room. He stood by the soft chair and looked at the little girl and the doll in her arms. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't remember what to say.

There was a bow on the snow-white doll's head. The bow suddenly flew up and landed on the boy's shoulders, hitting his neck at high speed, as if giving him a massage. At the same time, he told him what happened today, and that the lady seemed to be ill again and forgot to cook.

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A small thing that can do so many things and express military codes with its body can't be a real bow, nor is it a butterfly.

It is Han Chan, the doll is naturally Xue Ji, the boy holding the doll is naturally Huaxi, and the one Huaxi calls his elder brother is of course Jing Jiu.

It has been a while since they left the underground and came to this city. It is far from being isolated from the world. Anyway, they are living a very casual or rough life like this.

Because of the damage to the chip at the back of the neck, Huaxi forgot a lot of things, and she was like a real child, often giggling at the TV.

Xue Ji smirked at the TV. I don't know if it's because she thinks many things in this world are ridiculous, or because she thinks the current Jing Jiu is ridiculous—the current Jing Jiu is like a terminal running in the most power-saving mode. The power consumption is extremely low, and naturally the computing power and various abilities have dropped to the limit.

One step further, he will sleep or die, if he increases the power a little bit, it will activate the program of Cheng Tianjian.

In this state, he really looks like an autistic child, or a person with autism, but in Xue Ji's view, he is just a dementia.

Isn't it ridiculous that real Jingyang has become a fool?

Probably because of Xiang Youxin, his face has changed a lot, which is even more ridiculous in Xueji's view.

Go cook, Jing Jiu said.

Huaxi tilted her head and thought for a while, then remembered that she forgot to do something today, so she let out an ah, and quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

Jing Jiu sat on the soft chair, mechanically put a few cushions behind him, leaned up slowly, reached for the remote control, and naturally tuned to the news channel.

Xue Ji glanced at him blankly, thinking that because you are a fool, she won't kill you.

Advance to Base No. 2...Abnormal activity of the stars...Space cracks...Shocked. The news anchor on the TV light curtain was saying something seriously, Jing Jiu actually couldn't understand, he didn't even know why he was watching the news channel, he just remembered that it seemed to be a very important thing.

At this time, Huaxi's voice came from the kitchen: Do you want to put white or mature vinegar in the hot and sour Baobai?

Jing Jiu looked at the TV screen and was silent for a long time.

Both Huaxi and Xueji looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Rye fields don't make sense, he said.