When his coffin was placed in the tomb, only a little boy was present who did not cry.

The little figure standing next to her mother quietly watched her father leave, watching the soil fill the grave.

After the burial, the little boy was still standing in front of the tombstone.

Seeing this scene, the man who had appeared as an opponent signaled the butler to wait, and then he returned to the tombstone and stood with the little boy.

"Your father is a great man, maybe not that famous, but his will is very precious to us. Although we were rivals, now...I finally realized that we don't like each other that much.

friend."

Hearing this, the little boy raised his head and looked at the man beside him and said, "Uncle, can you answer me a question?"

"Huh?" The man looked at the little boy doubtfully. He squatted down and said with a smile, "Okay."

The little boy looked at the newly filled soil quietly and said after a long time: "I used to have a friend, Que Yu'er. He listened to me every day and never got angry at me. But such a good friend is still

It rotted... I took it to my dad sadly, but my dad told me that Yu'er is not dead! It just needs to be buried in the soil, and then it will come back to life in just one year!"

The man smiled slightly when he heard this. Infected by the boy's innocence, he smiled and said, "What happened next? Did Yu'er come back to life later?"

The boy turned his head and looked at the man in front of him and said: "After a year, new seedlings did grow where Yu'er was buried, but it will take many years for it to grow up and bear fruit. Moreover, I slowly began to understand

, it is actually just a continuation of the seeds of life. Resurrection does not exist. After all, even if the honey rain fruit tree blooms and bears fruit in the past ten years and grows fruits exactly like Yu'er, my quiet friend will not be able to

Come back again, right?"

Hearing this, the smile on the man's face froze. He suddenly discovered that there was no child-like innocence and innocence in the eyes of the little boy in front of him, but there was no turbidity or vicissitudes, and there was just a picture that seemed to pass by without the wind.

The surface of the lake was so quiet that there was no ripple at all.

"Uncle?" The boy saw that the man in front of him remained silent, so he tugged on his sleeve.

The man who had come back to his senses looked at the boy, his expression no longer so kind, and he replied: "Yes, you are right, life can be extended, but it can never be repeated, but..."

The man stood up and looked at the tomb quilt and said: "But there is more than one form of life. Even if there is no soil in our hearts, we can still give birth to a new future. This is my answer."

The boy listened quietly, and then he smiled: "Thank you, uncle."

The man didn't look at him again. He turned and left, his steps a little hasty, as if he was escaping.

When his car left, a woman hurried into the cemetery. Then when she saw the boy, she shouted: "Yang Di! Do you know how long I have been looking for you?!"

Yang Di looked at the stepmother in front of him, then looked back at his father's tombstone and said, "Dad, Yu'er will be back."

…

Watching Yang Di, who was still a child, being dragged away by her young stepmother.

Lin Sen's heart was very complicated.

He originally thought that Yang Di's family should be a very warm one... But now it seems that the man lying in the coffin has sacrificed a lot in order to let his will be buried in the soil again.

"After the hopeless thoughts were buried in this boy's heart, he no longer had any expectations for the world." The speaker squatted down, grabbed a handful of wet soil and then put it down.

Lin Sen looked at him and asked: "So the third person...is Yang Di?"

He smiled after hearing this, without answering or denying.

He just said: "There are many random variables, but that does not mean that dark thoughts are facts."

Lin Sen hesitated and thought to himself: 'Is this considered a denial?'

"I don't understand... If no one has any ill intentions, then what is the point of everything we have suffered?"

He looked at Lin Sen and asked, "Why do you bury vegetable seeds in the dark, damp and cold ground?"

Lin Sen frowned.

"Is it to watch it reproduce more of its kind, or to eat it to ensure your own vitamin needs?" He smiled, and there was no trace of questioning or righteousness in his tone.

Although Lin Sen was asked a question, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

He thought about it seriously and replied: "Even the Buddha knows that without eating whole grains, mortal disciples cannot spread goodwill and love in the world. So, I didn't think so much. I just want to give everything to myself."

Please order more food with your meal.”

Hearing this, he patted Lin Sen on the shoulder and said, "Yes, that's the answer."

This is the answer?!

Lin Sen was shocked. All the good feelings he had before suddenly disappeared, and now he began to hate a person who despised him.

"But we are not vegetables, we are living people! We have flesh and blood and a soul! How can we be the same as vegetables, just a common thought..." Lin Sen could not describe the feeling, but he was so humble and cheap

Lin Sen couldn't accept it no matter what.

But he said: "Don't be so nervous. I am also a human being. I also have a lover and many beautiful memories. So how can I discuss the issue of extinction so lightly."

Lin Sen looked at him in front of him with some doubts.

He didn't explain much, just moved his fingers lightly, and the world changed drastically.

The cemetery disappeared and they came to a brand new place.

A place that is extremely unfamiliar to Lin Sen.

Look around, this is a super futuristic city with a sense of technology.

The so-called super future is a concept proposed by a scholar named Ou Han Mohen who is the same as Yang Di. In his discussion, although the existing human dome structure is great, it is still an early product of technological creation.

It does not break away from the existing thinking about "city".

Therefore, Ou Hanmohen proposed a concept of "super future".

In his vision, the ultra-future city is a centripetal structure that is similar to a huge sphere. All buildings, roads, and everything are built around the center. Here, the way humans travel will be two-dimensional point-to-point straight lines.

Jumping to the three-dimensional angle flow, the general meaning is that if you want to go somewhere, you only need to set the angle and rely on the centripetal force of the city center to freely travel back and forth. As the size of the city and the resident population reach a relative

At the critical point of stability, there is no travel conflict between people.

Of course, some people have said that since we want to imagine, why not just build the future city into a huge thinking core, and then connect everyone’s thoughts together. Everyone can create their own world, and then share it through other methods.

How about communicating and reaching the world you want to go to?

At that time, Ou Hanmoheng had only one answer, because... "Golden Birdcage!"

…

Lin Sen found it difficult to adapt to walking in such a dizzying city.

However, he is in good condition and even enjoys this allusion from the concept.

"Order is a very interesting thing, just like temperature can change the basic form of matter." He said as he walked to a fountain, raised his hand, cold air spurted out, and the water with no fixed shape turned into wonderful,

Freehand natural art ice sculpture.

Residents passing by expressed admiration, but they basically had no intention of stopping to take photos, and continued to do their own things with smiles.

"So... is this the reason why you took me to see this city?" Lin Sen asked.

He smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and the ice sculpture turned into flowing water again.

"No, my only reason is to let you see more things, more things that you are so accustomed to and turn a blind eye to." He walked over and stood in front of Lin Sen.

Lin Sen looked at him and hesitated to speak.

"Do you like yourself the way you are?" he asked.

Lin Sen was a little confused. He thought for a while and replied: "It's not bad. There's nothing to dislike."

He laughed when he heard this: "The way you speak is really interesting. It seems that you are always careful. This is not good. It is not like you. It is not like you who tore up the music sheet in front of my father."

Lin Sen felt disgusted in his heart when he heard this... He had seen the power of this existence, and naturally understood why he knew so much, but such a no-brainer revelation was... a bit difficult for Lin Sen to accept.

"Oh, by the way! Speaking of music scores, I suddenly thought of a better answer to your question."

"oh?"

"Did you just want to ask me why humans have to accept the destruction and rebirth of the Center Curtain again and again?"

Lin Sen thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I really want to know the answer."

He understood, then raised his hand, and a sheet of music appeared in his hand.

"Familiar?"

Lin Sen took it and saw that it was a piano piece that everyone was familiar with - "The Mark of Rain".

Not to mention Lin Sen, as long as everyone listens to this piece of music, they can also restore the rhythm with simple syllables.

"Well, it's familiar. This is one of my practice songs when I was a kid."

"Okay." He said and his eyes moved, and the music score in Lin Sen's hand suddenly burned.

Lin Sen was startled and dropped the sheet music on the ground, watching it disappear little by little and burn into ashes.

"Did I just burn Mark of the Rain?" he asked.

Lin Sen heard this and said: "No, it's just a joy..." Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sen understood.

"It's just a sheet of music, right?" He looked at Lin Sen and whispered softly: "Music will not disappear just because the sheet of music is burned, even if no one remembers the original movement, so... the seeds are buried in the soil.
Chapter completed!