Downtown.

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

She held a kitchen knife in her right hand and held half of the bracken in her left hand. Her face was slightly red. I don’t know if it was roasted by fire or was anxious.

Here we need to explain that the kitchen of this room is in the living room, and the living room where you watch TV is actually a relatively larger bedroom. Both walls hold the mountains and windows, which makes the cold seep in, making it a little cold.

Hua Xi didn't understand what Jing Jiu said because she really didn't understand anything now. The problem was that Xue Ji didn't understand either. She looked at Jing Jiu, and her black eyes were filled with frustration and anger. She was as knowledgeable and wise as hers. She knew many languages, but she didn't know what he meant by saying such words.

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

As an autistic patient, he now has sufficient reason to ignore the world and not be disturbed by it.

Hua Xi curled her lips and walked out with a knife and bracken.

Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand, snatched the remote control from Jing Jiu's hand, and transferred it back to the cartoon channel.

Not long after, dinner was ready, a pot of nutrients, a plate of sour and sour, and a plate of pickles made of unknown ingredients.

"It's all the dishes distributed on the street. I secretly heard the aunts say that it was better than the ones they bought before, and it didn't cost money." Huaxi smiled while serving the rice: "I also secretly took a jar of pickles. I really can't understand what the people here think. Nutritional grains for relief are enough, so why do you still have to eat vegetables?"

Jing Jiu sat at the table, thought about it for a long time before he whispered slowly: "It seems to be...vitamin."

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

Jing Jiu took the chopsticks and started eating.

Yes, now he started eating, not because his physical condition was too bad, but because he forgot that he didn't need to eat. Huaxi was not clear about this, and Xue Ji would not remind him, as for Han Cicada... When Xue Ji wanted to cure Jing Jiu, it was always silent.

Jing Jiu ate very slowly, but fortunately, he didn't eat much, which was more like a ritual, and there were very few dishes.

The supper ended quickly. He slowly cleaned up the dishes and then went to the kitchen to clean it carefully. The hot water in the residential area was all supplied collectively. In the past, it was used to symbolize some money. Now it is used casually at this special moment, so many families were extremely wasteful, especially when washing dishes and bathing before and after dinner, so the water pressure was a bit insufficient. The hot water coming out of the faucet was as thin as a hairspring. Fortunately, his washing dishes was also very slow, and the cooperation was pretty good.

Huaxi sat back on the soft chair and continued to watch TV. Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand and snapped her fingers silently. I don’t know what it meant, but the window became brighter. The birch trees as high as three or four floors were shining, and it was difficult to distinguish them with the snowflakes.

There is no Internet in this room, only TV, and entertainment seems a bit monotonous, but Xue Ji is very satisfied. At the beginning, she found that this was an informatized society and felt it was difficult to avoid the eyes of the central computer, so she was afraid of being like that and only dared to hide in the underground waterway. Now she realized that as long as she didn't go online, didn't ask, or was not curious, it was actually not difficult to cut off the connection with this world, and it was even so simple that she just needed to live like most ordinary people on this planet.

When you go to stare at the abyss, the abyss will stare at you. If you don’t go to see it, how can the abyss look at you? Who are you?

An entertainment program was being played on TV. Two young idol stars who were very famous in the Scorpion Tail Nebula were floating in space at a distance of more than ten feet, trying to let the other party guess the words they saw through explanations. There was no air in the universe, and naturally no sound was spread. The two of them tried their best to gesture, which seemed particularly ridiculous.

Huaxi smiles as the flowers are trembling, Xueji smiles as her eyelashes are curved, and Jing Jiu is washing dishes. The picture is so warm.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Jing Jiu was washing dishes and didn't open the door. Of course, even if he did nothing, he wouldn't open the door, and Xue Ji wouldn't open it either.

These days, there were also enthusiastic neighbors from other buildings who came to visit with potatoes and other things. They ignored them and received indifferent and strange comments from the residents of the community and quiet. They did not want this quiet life to be broken by any accident, not because they yearned for such a so-called quiet life, but because they were afraid of death.

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

The doorbell disappeared, and it rang again not long after, and there were knocks outside the frosty window on the balcony, as well as apologetic words.

"I'm sorry for disturbing me. My name is Eve. I am a life management staff member in District 7. I am in the Education Department. I am currently conducting a secondary identity registration recently. I need to fill out the form in advance... I heard your harmonica today. I think it's very good. The activity center has a special training class. Are you interested in participating? I left the registration materials and introductions at the door. If you are interested, just take a look."

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

The thickness of the snow is about three to four centimeters now, her height is about 1.64 meters, and her left foot is slightly larger.

Jing Jiu also confirmed a lot of other information, but didn't know why he could know this.

Hua Xi glanced at Xue Ji, then went out to look at Jing Jiu, and found that they did not stop them. She happily pushed open the door and took in a file bag.

In addition to the secondary identity confirmation form, there are also several brightly colored promotional pages and three registration instructions in the file bag.

The Education Department Activity Center has many interest classes, which are set up for different age groups and levels. With the extension of the closure period, these activities have not been affected, but are being carried out better and better. To put it bluntly, most of the mining consortiums have been shut down 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 do not have much problems. So what should we solve the next problem?

There are many interest classes, many sports, and some very specific courses such as technical quick-research, such as music and art. Jing Jiu looked at the promotional pages and asked a little curious, a little uncertain, and said, "...can...can...can it be?"

Xue Ji looked at the scene with no expression on her face and confirmed that he was really crazy, not pretending to be stupid.

Jingyang actually fell in love with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Why isn’t he crazy?

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After the variety show called "Silent Scream", Huaxi went to his bedroom to sleep, which had a single camp bed.

Jing Jiu sat on the chair and carried Xue Ji into his arms.

Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand and snapped her fingers silently.

The lights in the room gradually dimmed, and the light rays shining at the high places outside the window, which faded in turn in the following time.

Just like he didn't need to eat, Jing Jiu didn't need to sleep, but now he forgot all the Taoist Dharmas, couldn't meditate, and felt that he needed to sleep, but he actually learned to sleep. However, the feeling of not knowing anything during sleep made him feel a little uneasy and scared, so he had to hold Xue Ji to fall asleep. As for why he was no longer afraid of holding Xue Ji, it should be because he still remembered in his subconscious that Xue Ji was the strongest existence in the world.

Xue Ji didn't like to be held in his arms and didn't want to turn into melatonin himself, but she didn't refuse to think about his subconscious respect for herself.

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

Xue Ji's hair spreads out, which is really like the preparations made by the little girl before going to bed.

In the middle of the night, Jing Jiu suddenly started to have a headache, his face was extremely pale, and his eyebrows and eyes were even a little distorted.

Xue Ji stretched out her round little hand and landed on the middle of her eyebrows.

An unimaginable chill filled the air.

Jing Jiu's expression gradually relaxed and his breathing became more stable.

Drinking hot water cannot solve this problem. It is not about using ice to relieve pain, but about using extreme low temperatures to reduce the activity of particles and completely suppress the brain's discharge.

Because of that chill, the room was as cold as ice cellars, and the frost on the window dyed from the inside to the outside.

The water droplets on the hot water pipe condense into ice, connected into lines, hanging into pillars, looking like a row of sharp swords.

Jing Jiu fell asleep again, his face still pale.

Xue Ji looked at him, her dark eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

A person as strong as Jingyang is still so pitiful in this world.

How pitiful would it be if I became him like this?

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

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The next morning, before dawn, Huaxi climbed up in a quilt and said tremblingly: "Brother...Brother... is warm...he...he is angry...and...bad...bad...bad...bad..."

Jing Jiu didn't know what happened, so he thought about it seriously, looked at Xue Ji and said, "Please repair it."

Xue Ji had no expression on her face and thought to herself that even if I am omnipotent, would she still have to be a plumber?

Huaxi took a hot shower and finally became warmer.

When Jing Jiu was washing his face, he saw the sword-like ice edges on the hot water pipe. He was so excited that he thought why he looked familiar?

Today's breakfast was even more shabby than yesterday's dinner, just two pieces of bread.

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

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(I like life flow the most, I want to shoot variety shows!)
Chapter completed!