Xue Ji looked at the sun outside the window, and she didn't listen to the sound of the piano, but was far away enough, and her dark eyes showed a sense of disgust.

She doesn't like the sun, the sun of this galaxy and the sun of all galaxies. If she knows the human star ignition plan, she will definitely support it.

At the end of the song, the slender and beautiful fingers were quietly placed on the keys.

Jing Jiu looked at the unsightly scenery outside the window, was silent for a while, gently closed the cover of the piano and said, "It seems... it's going to recharge."

I also have an interest class today, not a piano or an introduction to art appreciation, but a poetry writing class.

Walking on the pothole road covered by thin snow, passing through the unmanned basketball court and low walls, leaving the living area and entering the subway, Huaxi clumsyly stretched out his right hand and completed the traffic recharge this month with the help of staff. Since the space access was closed, all public transportation on the planet has gradually begun to be welfare-oriented and no longer requires credit points.

It didn't take long for the brother and sister to come to the activity center of the city hall. Ms. Eve wore a short windbreaker, a briefcase, and bit a piece of bread in her mouth. She hurried in, looked at them, smiled on her face, and asked with concern: "Is the electronic piano I sent here last time easy to use?"

Thinking that the brother and sister were lonely and pitiful and could not afford a piano, she found a second-hand piano dealer and moved a valuable virtual harpsichord and sent it to her. But she knew that the other party had an extremely expensive brand-name piano at home.

"Thank you..." Hua Xi followed Jing Jiu with his head down and replied softly as if he was a little shy.

Of course, the real mosquitoes controlled by the chills are the ones who are really talking. Now this family has to work hard on everything from purchasing to human relationships.

Eve swallowed the bread, took out the insulated water cup from the file bag and drank it. Looking at Jing Jiu's pale and thin face, she said pitifully: "You have to have a good meal at home."

This time, there was no need for mosquitoes to speak. Jing Jiu hesitated for a while and nodded softly.

Ms. Eve sent him to the door of the poetry writing troupe, watched him sit among the retired women, couldn't help but smile, and took Huaxi to the lounge.

The children who were making noise in the lounge saw Hua Xi walking in with the big doll in their arms, and suddenly became extremely quiet. They sat in their respective positions honestly. A little boy carefully placed the remote control next to Hua Xi, looked at the doll with some envy, and quickly retreated.

The parents were used to seeing this scene and laughed. They didn't know what these children were thinking, but they actually spoiled Huaxi as a little queen.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the courses were over. Jing Jiu took Huaxi across the street but did not get off the subway because Xue Ji suddenly wanted to go shopping in the mall.

The planet has been blocked for more than a hundred days, and there is no shortage of important resources related to food, medical care, etc., but there are still many other products. The mall is very deserted, and many shelves are empty. There is a special area for middle-aged and elderly clothing decorations in the corner of the third floor. The clothes hangers are full of bright colors and eye-catching patterns. According to Xue Ji's wishes, Huaxi bought a few big red imitation silk clothes, and used a bracelet to settle the account unfamiliarly.

The lights and sign advertisements outside the subway window have been changed long ago, and the product image and the front slogans are constantly changing, and they are quickly brought back to the living area.

Back on the 720th floor, Jing Jiu sat by the window, spread out his notebook on the piano, and started writing poems with a pencil.

Writing poetry is obviously much more complicated than playing the piano. He thought about it for a long time but didn't finish writing, and his brows frowned beautifully.

After Huaxi finished preparing for dinner, he pushed open the door and went to the next door.

Just they live here, so naturally the whole building belongs to them, and she planted a lot of flowers in the room next door.

Some of the flower species she found in the wild, some were asked for in the activity center, and the helpers of cicadas. The flowers naturally grew very well, some were japonica, some were maple, some were crabapple, and some were apples. They bloomed casually and unrestrainedly regardless of the flowering period.

Huaxi squatted by the flower pot to loosen the soil, cut branches, and do meaningless work. Sweat beads gradually oozing out of her little face, and she was very happy.

The cicada fell on a flower, slowly sucking the nectar, and countless pupils stared at her smallest movements, confirming that there was no missing.

After a while, Hua Xi felt tired, wiped the soil on his hand casually, walked to the flower, opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Chan and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Han Chan didn't know if this sentence had any profound meaning. After hesitating for a moment, he rubbed his armor and gave a positive response.

Huaxi picked a flower and licked it to his lips. The smile on his face became happier and happier. He said with a giggle: "It's so sweet."

Xue Ji went straight through the wall and went to the next unit.

720 has six floors. She has completely hollowed out the floor in this unit, and it has become a courtyard-like building space. Several rows of bookshelves are arranged directly from the ground to the top of the six-story building, looking like several cliffs composed of books, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling, as if the books will fall down like waves in the next moment and pounce on them.

Xue Ji looked at the two red clothes she bought in the mall, and the clothes immediately dissipated, and then formed a red cloak and landed on her, not at all vulgar.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of books flew out from the elevated floor and circled around her body like a bird. The wind brought up to hold the red cloak, which was a bit beautiful.

...

...

"He looked up at the sky

Snowflakes swell up

He looked down at the ground

Fish plunge into the soil

There are a pair of eyes in the sky and the earth

Heaven and earth blink

You choose to forget

Or death?” (Note: written by a friend.)

The pencil slides on the surface of the paper, leaving its own wreckage with the sound of friction, writing dark verses.

Jing Jiu slowly put down his pencil and looked at it carefully several times in the twilight outside the window, not sure whether he was enjoying it or checking it.

The door was pushed open, Huaxi walked in with a red flower, and was confused and said something.

Jing Jiu went to the next unit and looked at the six-story bookshelf. He felt a little oppressed and his face turned paler. Then he saw Xue Ji flying in the sea of ​​books and the red cloak dancing in the wind. He felt that the scene looked familiar, and he seemed to have seen it somewhere. He turned his head and thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it, and said, "I'll eat..."

Xue Ji doesn't eat, but every time she eats, she will sit next to her. The two simple dishes and rice are the same simple, boring and repetitive news. There are changes in the Starlink Fleet, and the Chief Executive of a certain Star District replaced them, until finally there was something new.

"Ms. Zhong Lizi has completed her studies in Priesthood and will officially succeed the Star Gate Priestess next year. We all know that the Priesthood announced the termination of this lady's studies some time ago. So what happened during this period? The following is the live scene of the graduation ceremony of Priesthood, and we will enter the commentary session later."

Huaxi didn't care, and Xueji didn't care.

Jing Jiu looked at the silver-haired girl in a sacrificial uniform on the TV light curtain, and once again felt familiar, but he still couldn't remember anything.

...

...

On the surface of the Star Gate, the grassland is endless, and below are soft and wet sand, just like the prosperity of this world.

The sacrificial hall, which was as bright as a tower, was not as quiet as usual. The priests and maids sat on the futon, with joy on their faces.

The gray curtain like the sky was playing the news. It was the graduation ceremony of the Main Star Priest College. There were three new priests who graduated today, but the eyes of everyone in the field would naturally only fall on Zhong Lizi.

The Star Gate Priest sat behind the gray curtain, with a gratifying smile on his lips, knowing that this matter should be related to the envoy named Zhao Layue.

It was just a very simple news and it ended soon. The people in the sacrificial hall saluted to the gray curtain and dispersed on their own.

In the early morning, a ray of morning light brought a cloud and a figure appeared in the fog.

The Star Gate Priestess opened his eyes and looked.

A middle-aged scholar walked out of the clouds and mist, with a look of wind and frost on his face, and he was unknown how old he was.

He walked to the celadon basin, looked at the petals on the water surface, reached out and picked up one, and said, "The Great Way is fifty, the Heavenly Heaven is four nine, I am one of them."

This scholar had a frigid face, no one knew his age, but his eyes were extremely clean, and he had a naive intention.

The Star Gate Priestess thought he was a god mentioned in the book Bu Qiuxiao. At this time, he looked at his face and felt the innocent and natural breath. When he looked at the petal he was holding, he realized that the other party was a childish face...

His name was written on the petal, and it shook slightly with the wind and dissipated in the morning light.
Chapter completed!