I don’t know whether it’s bitter or not.

But no one listens to my explanation, and no one believes it even if I explain it over and over again.

Gu Xingmiao found that sometimes it was really difficult to be a human being. When you told the truth, no one believed you, but when you told lies, people firmly believed that what you said was correct.

“…”

Due to this beautiful misunderstanding, Gu Xingmiao could only follow the topic and say numbly: "I also feel that I am having a hard time."

The live broadcast room, which was originally in a state of panic, was instantly filled with hahahaha. They personally experienced the feeling that Gu Xingmiao couldn't explain.

"When you write on a piece of white paper, the pollution behind you is extremely powerful, but when you stop writing, it seems to disappear suddenly." When saying this, there was even a hint of unspeakable absurdity in 01's eyes.

The old things haven't even played any role yet, they are just written on paper by humans——

"But even we who can see these scenes can't seem to tell whether those old things are excited or scared because Gu Xingmiao wrote those words?"

"If they were excited, then when Gu Xingmiao finished writing, those weird creatures should have been even more excited; but if they were afraid, then they should have stayed as far away as possible and not approached Gu Xingmiao at this time."

"Isn't it said that in the future, knowledge holds certain untraceable secrets? Could it be that these pollutants also want to explore knowledge and are learning as well?"

Most people felt goosebumps and hair stood on end after reading this comment.

yes.

Why haven't you considered this possibility?

Perhaps these pollutants are also learning, but the way they learn is different from that of humans.

"That's fine, after all, we also felt pain when we were studying. I just don't know if this pain is related to the loss of sanity in the future world."

"Learning knowledge is inherently painful. It's like humans are born with a blank slate. Unlike animals, which inherit some instinctive genes, humans need to constantly learn to improve themselves..."

"It's terrifying to think about this. Are humans born blank? Or are they supposed to have some knowledge, but it was robbed by some strange force?"

The speculations on the barrage have gradually been galloping towards fantasy, science fiction, suspense, cultivation of immortals and other aspects, uncontrollable reverie.

Gu Xingmiao handed the written paper to 01.

This time, 01, having learned from his previous experiences, didn't read the words lightly. Instead, he asked cautiously, "You didn't write anything particularly grand this time, did you?"

grand?

Gu Xingmiao paused for a moment before shaking her head: "No."

"There's no such thing as a god that's hard for people to accept or look directly at," 01 added.

Gu Xingmiao nodded seriously.

01 Finally she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't always something that shocked the whole world, otherwise her heart really couldn't take it.

"All knowledge becomes old documents after being written down." 01 lowered his eyes and looked at the paper covered with a layer of unclear mist, and spoke softly.

Gu Xingmiao, who could clearly see the words on the paper: "..."

Could she express a small disapproval?

01 continued, "Even so, much of what was written down provides valuable insights for the future development of humanity."

"What if what some people wrote down was fabricated, just stories?" Gu Xingmiao couldn't help but say.

After all, not all historical knowledge is true, and not all texts represent real existence. Texts also contain some rhetoric.

Just like you may like a person's work, but not necessarily like him as a person.

"This should be considered a form of written expression in ancient times, just like when we send text messages on a light brain." Gu Xingmiao chose a method that 01 might be able to accept.

In ancient times, didn’t poetry represent certain emotions of the poet?

Otherwise, how could there be patriotic poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, etc. I think it is correct to say so.

Although Gu Xingmiao thought that poem was just an entry-level poem, in 22nd century China, perhaps a 3- or 4-year-old child could recite it by heart...

But because the current social situation is in the future, where almost everyone is illiterate, she still said tentatively: "Teacher, can you understand this?"

“…”

01 Her hands gripping the old document tightened a little. How could she say that she hadn’t read it carefully yet?

The mist shining above seemed even thicker than those in the previous myths.

Gu Xingmiao wouldn't deceive herself on such a matter, so there are only two possibilities -

One possibility is that Gu Xingmiao himself does not know the important meaning of the story he wrote; and the other possibility is that Weirdness and Pollution believe that the importance of the words Gu Xingmiao wrote this time is much higher than before.

"Teacher, don't worry, it's really just a poem."

In China, which has a history of thousands of years, there are so many poems in history that it is impossible to count the number of poems recorded or not recorded on one’s fingers.

01's expression became even more complicated, and he said cautiously, "Leave this with me for now. I'll study it carefully when the opportunity arises."

"Please don't write anything for the time being. It's really unsafe."

Gu Xingmiao:???

She really didn't lie.

She had clearly reminded her classmate, Instructor 01, of the possibility of unexpected situations several times before.

"Or I can read it to you, or recite it to you." Gu Xingmiao wanted to clear the charges against herself.

01, however, took a big step back with extra caution: "No need."

It is obviously not about whether Gu Xingmiao will encounter any danger. If you look carefully at the content in the document, you will definitely be the one in danger.

That's what she thought.

"If you don't read it, it's my fault. My promise to you remains unchanged. I can tell you the secrets of the Great Dark Ages, but not now."

She glanced at the pollution that had become obedient in the corner hidden in the ceiling; then at the tiny strands of hair-sized filaments floating on the window screen, each one a special creature carrying pollution; or at the tiny dots climbing and jumping on the ground, like undercurrents beneath the light and shadow...

The smell of pollution is too strong.

"First, tell me what your current pollution value is?"

Gu Xingmiao glanced at the pollution value calmly, and then said, "There is no difference from before, it is still 81%."

01 Now I really believe what Gu Xingmiao said that its pollution value will not fluctuate significantly——

In other words, a stable high.