Chapter 909 Another Person From Heaven and Earth

Xue Ji looked at the sun outside the window, listening to the sound of the piano that was not exciting but far enough, her dark eyes showed disgust.

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

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

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

There is also an interest class today, not a piano or an introduction to art appreciation, but a choir writing class.

Stepping on the potholed road covered by thin snow, passing through the unmanned basketball court and low wall, leaving the living area and entering the subway, Huaxi stretched out his right hand somewhat awkwardly, and with the help of the staff, completed the traffic recharge for this month. Since the closure of the space channel, all public transportation on the planet has gradually begun to benefit, and credit points are no longer required.

It didn't take long for the brother and sister to arrive at the activity center of the city hall. Ms. Eve was wearing a short windbreaker, carrying a briefcase, and biting a piece of bread in her mouth. She walked in hurriedly, looked at them, with a smile on her face, and asked with concern, "Is the electronic keyboard that was delivered last time useful?"

She thought that the brother and sister were lonely and pitiful, and they must not be able to afford a piano, so she found a second-hand piano dealer to move a cheap virtual light keyboard and sent it over. She didn't know that the other party had an extremely expensive brand-name piano at home.

"Thank you..." Huaxi followed Jing Jiu with her head down, and replied softly, a little shyly.

Of course, the real talking point is the mosquito controlled by Chilling Cicada, and now this family has to work hard on everything from purchases to human relations.

Eve swallowed the bread, took a sip from the thermos cup from her document bag, looked at Jing Jiu's pale and thin face, and said with pity, "You should eat well at home."

This time there is no need for mosquitoes to talk, Jing Jiu hesitated for a while, then hummed lightly.

Ms. Eve sent him to the door of the choir, watched him sit among the retired women, couldn't help smiling, and took Huaxi to the lounge.

The noisy children in the lounge saw Huaxi walking in with the big doll in their arms, and suddenly became extremely quiet. They sat down in their respective seats obediently. A little boy carefully placed the remote control next to Huaxi, glanced at the doll enviously, and quickly retreated.

The parents were used to seeing this scene, and laughed, not knowing what these children were thinking, they spoiled Huaxi like a little queen.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all classes ended, Jing Jiu took Huaxi across the street but didn't get off the subway, because Xueji suddenly wanted to go shopping.

The planet has been blocked for more than 100 days, and there is no shortage of important resources related to food, medical care, etc., but other commodities are still much less. The shopping mall is very deserted, and many shelves are empty. In the corner of the third floor is a special clothing area for middle-aged and elderly people. Clothes with bright colors and eye-catching patterns are hung on the hangers. According to Xueji's wish, Huaxi bought a few bright red imitation silk clothes, and paid the bill with a bracelet with some unfamiliarity.

The light board advertisement outside the subway window has been replaced long ago, constantly changing the image of the product and the slogan on the front, and soon brought them 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 in his hand.

Writing poetry is obviously much more complicated than playing the piano. He thought about it for a long time without writing, and his brows furrowed beautifully.

After Huaxi finished the preparations for dinner, she opened the door and went to the next door.

As long as they live here, naturally the whole building belongs to them, and she planted many flowers in the room next door.

Some of those flower seeds were found by her in the wild, and some were obtained from people in the activity center. With the help of Chilling Cicada, those flowers were born very well naturally, some were viburnum, some were triangular maple, some were crabapple, and some were apple blossoms. Regardless of the flowering period, they bloomed casually and wantonly.

Huaxi squatted beside the flowerpot loosening the soil and cutting branches, doing meaningless labor, beads of sweat gradually oozing from her little face, she was very happy.

The chilling cicada landed on a flower, sucking the nectar slowly, with countless pupils watching her smallest movements, making sure that nothing was missed.

After a while, Huaxi felt tired, wiped the dirt off his hands casually, walked to the flower, looked at Han Chan with wide eyes and asked, "Does it taste good?"

Han Chan didn't know if there was any deep meaning in this sentence. After hesitating for a moment, she rubbed her nails and gave a positive response.

Huaxi plucked a flower and licked it on his lips, the smile on his face became happier, and he said with a giggle, "It's so sweet."

Xue Ji went directly through the wall to the next unit.

720 has six floors, and she hollowed out all the floors in this unit, turning it into a courtyard-like architectural space. Rows of bookshelves are arranged directly from the ground to the top of the sixth floor, looking like a cliff composed of books, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling, as if those books will fall down like waves in the next moment.

Xue Ji looked at the two red clothes she bought at the mall. The clothes disintegrated immediately, and then formed a red cloak, which fell on her body without being tacky.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of books flew out from the high shelf, circling around her body like birds, and the wind brought up the red cloak, which looked a little nice.

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"He looked up to the sky

snowflakes steaming up

he looked down

fish digging into the soil

There is a pair of eyes in the sky

The sky and the earth blink

you choose to forget

or death? (Note: Written by a friend.)

The pencil glides across the surface of the paper, leaving its own wreckage with the sound of friction, writing dark lines.

Jing Jiu put down the pencil slowly, and carefully read it several times in the twilight outside the window, not knowing whether he was admiring or inspecting.

The door was pushed open, Huaxi came in with a red flower in his mouth, and said something vaguely.

Jing Jiu went to the next unit, looked at the six-story bookshelf, felt a little oppressive, and his face turned paler, then he saw Xue Ji flying in the sea of ​​books, and the red cloak fluttering in the wind. He felt that this scene looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He tilted his head and thought for a long time but couldn't remember it, and said, "It's... dinner."

Xue Ji doesn't eat, but every time she eats, she will sit beside her. Two simple dishes and rice are matched with the same simple, boring and repetitive news. There was a personnel change in the Starlink Fleet, and the chief executive of a certain star area was replaced, until finally there was something new.

"Ms. Zhong Lizi has completed her studies at the Priestess Academy and will officially take over as Stargate Priestess next year. We all know that some time ago, the Priests Academy announced the termination of this lady's studies, so what happened during that time? The following is the scene of the graduation ceremony of the Priests Academy, and we will enter the comment section later."

Huaxi didn't care, neither did Xueji.

Looking at the silver-haired girl in sacrificial attire on the TV light screen, Jing Jiu felt that familiar feeling again, but still couldn't remember anything.

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On the surface of the star gate, the grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, and the soft and wet gravel below, just like the prosperity of this world.

The huge tower-like sacrificial hall was brightly lit, and there was no peace in the usual way. The priests and maids sat on the futons with joy on their faces.

On the sky-like gray curtain, there was a news screen. It was the graduation ceremony of the Priest Academy of the main star. There were three new priests graduating today, but the eyes of everyone in the venue would naturally only fall on Zhong Lizi.

The star gate priest sat behind the gray curtain, with a gratified smile on his lips, knowing that this matter should be related to the envoy named Zhao Layue.

It was just a very simple piece of news, and it was over soon. Everyone in the sacrificial hall saluted to the gray curtain and then dispersed.

In the early morning, a ray of morning light sent a cloud and mist, and a figure appeared faintly in the mist.

The stargate priestess opened her eyes and looked around.

A middle-aged scholar came out of the clouds and mist, his face was weathered, and he didn't know how old he was.

He walked to the celadon basin, looked at the petals on the water, picked up a piece, and said, "The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, I am one of them."

This scholar has a weathered face, his age is unknown, but his eyes are very clean, with a natural and childish look.

The Priestess of the Star Gate originally thought that he was Bu Qiuxiao, the master of a cottage mentioned by the gods in the book. At this moment, she looked at his face, felt the innocent and natural aura, and looked at the petal he was holding, so she knew that the other party was a childlike face.

His name was written on that petal, trembling slightly with the wind, and dissipated in the morning light.

The fresh water droplets and flower ends turned into countless messages and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.