The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 902

Don, don, don.

Huaxi trotted out of the kitchen, looked at him and asked, "what's meaningless?"

She had a kitchen knife in her right hand and half of the cut bracts in her left hand. Her small face was slightly red. She didn't know whether it was roasted by fire or urgent.

Here to explain, the kitchen of this room is in the living room, while the living room watching TV is actually a relatively larger bedroom. There are two walls to the mountain and windows. The cold seeps in, which is a little cold.

Hua Xi doesn't understand what Jing Jiu means because she really doesn't understand anything now. The problem is that Xueji doesn't understand. She looked at Jing Jiu. Her dark eyes were full of frustration and anger. She was as knowledgeable and intelligent as she. She knew many languages, but she didn't know what he meant by saying such words.

Well nine ignored Huaxi's problem and Xueji's eyes.

As an autistic patient, he now has good reasons to ignore the world and not be disturbed by the world.

Hua Xi skimmed his mouth and went out with a knife and bracts.

Xueji stretched out her small round hand, grabbed the remote control from Jing Jiu and transferred it back to the animation channel.

Before long, dinner was ready, a pot of nutritional blocks, a plate of hot and sour white buds, and a plate of pickles made of unknown materials.

"It's all from the street. I secretly heard from those aunts that the quality is better than what they bought before, and it doesn't cost money." Huaxi said with a giggle while serving dinner: "I also secretly took a jar of pickled vegetables. I really don't understand what people here think. Relief nutritional food is enough. Why eat green vegetables?"

Well nine sat at the table and thought carefully for a long time before he said in a slow voice, "it seems to be... Vitamins."

Huaxi handed him chopsticks and said, "you can get multivitamins."

Well nine took the chopsticks and began to eat.

Yes, now he began to eat, not because of his poor health, but because he forgot he didn't need to eat. Huaxi is not clear about this, and Xueji won't remind him. As for the cicada... When Xueji wants to renovate well 9, she always keeps silent.

Well nine eats slowly. Fortunately, he doesn't eat much. It's more like a ceremony, and there are few dishes.

Dinner was soon over. He slowly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then went to the kitchen to wash them carefully. The hot water in the residential area is collectively supplied. In the past, he used to make some money symbolically. Now this special moment is used casually, so many families use it very wastefully, especially there are many people washing dishes and bathing before and after dinner, so the water pressure is insufficient. The hot water from the faucet is as thin as a hairspring. Fortunately, his action of washing dishes is also heinous and the cooperation is good.

Huaxi sat back in the soft chair and continued to watch TV. Xueji stretched out her round little hand and made a silent snap of her fingers. I don't know what it means. The window became brighter. The birch trees up to three or four floors glittered and mixed with the snowflakes. It was difficult to distinguish them.

There is no Internet in this room, only TV. Entertainment seems a little monotonous, but Xueji is very satisfied. At the beginning, she found that this was an information society. She felt it was difficult to avoid the eyes of the central computer, so she was afraid and only dared to hide in the underground waterway. Now she understands that as long as she doesn't surf the Internet, inquire or wonder, it's not difficult to cut off the connection with the world. It's even as simple as living like most ordinary people on the planet.

When you stare at the abyss, the abyss will stare at you. If you don't look at it, how can the abyss look at you? Who are you?

There is an entertainment program on TV. Two young idol stars who are very famous in the scorpion tail nebula are floating in space with a distance of more than ten feet in their spacesuits, trying to make each other guess the words they see through the explanation. There is no air in the universe and naturally there is no sound transmission. They try their best to compete, which is particularly ridiculous.

Huaxi's smiling branches tremble, Xueji's smiling eyelashes bend, and Jing Jiu is washing dishes. The picture is so warm.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Well nine is washing the dishes and doesn't open the door. Of course, even if he doesn't do anything, he won't open the door, and Xueji won't open the door.

These days, enthusiastic neighbors from other buildings came to visit with potatoes and other things. They ignored them and got cold and strange comments and quiet from the residents of the community. They don't want this quiet life to be broken by any accident, not because they yearn for this so-called quiet and good life, but because they are afraid of death.

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

The doorbell disappeared, and soon it rang again. Outside the frosty window of the balcony, there was a knock and an apology.

"I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Eve. I'm a life management staff in District 7. I'm working in the Department of education. I'm in the process of secondary identity registration recently. I need to fill in the form in advance... I heard your harmonica today. I think it's playing very well. There are special training courses in the activity center. Are you interested in participating? I left the application materials and introduction at the door. If you are interested, just have a look. "

The lady said this and left. The sound of stepping on the snow under her boots was very clear, and the sound of the door closing was also very clear.