"She just passed by Zichuan. Are you sure you want to leave? Why don't you read what she wrote?" It was rare for me to sit down calmly and watch the "excitement" with Feiju. I was surprised that Feiju actually left at this point in time.
Burning Orange bounded away, mumbling to himself, "Oh, I have to ask. The old dock should have been closed down since the group was founded. Why is there still a sigh?"
"You're afraid to see her write 'Zichuan.'" Mangmang said firmly.
The orange that had been wrapped in flames had changed. Unlike the skin he had when he was working in Devil's City - if he hadn't become that height, he wouldn't have been able to reach the table - he had become a miniature man only half a meter tall.
He has an orange hedgehog haircut and wears childish overalls that always make Mangmang, Daigo and the others laugh at him for not growing up. The overalls are printed with fruit patterns, and only Qiqi would praise them for being pretty - the problem is that anyone who believes Fuzhi's words is a fool.
But this is the way the Yuguo people like to dress the most.
He didn't look back, but lowered his head and said to the crowd behind him: "I already know my world well enough by myself, I don't need to see it."
"I see."
"I'm not afraid."
"Well, you should go to the tavern quickly. They are all there recently."
“…”
"I'm sorry, Feiju...I shouldn't have said that."
"I'm not afraid of seeing her write 'Zichuan', I'm afraid that the fruit she writes about happens to be citrus."
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Does the world have boundaries?
Yes, not only is there a boundary, but the center of this world is also divided into two halves by two huge lavender waterfalls.
The two waterfalls are a hundred meters apart. Looking down along the waterfall, you will see the same purple sky as above your head. There is actually empty space between the waterfalls. Is that the universe or the starry sky outside?
This often makes me feel that the world I live in is like a bowl broken in two.
I raised the bowl I had just broken into two halves and clinked them together, saying to my friend, "Just like this."
This is not an unfounded guess, because the book says that if you go in the opposite direction of the waterfall, you will see a towering mountain wall at the end. This mountain wall is curved, but no one has ever been able to climb to the top.
If you walk along the waterfall to both ends, when you reach the end you will see half mountain wall and half sky.
This looks a lot like a bowl.
The friend asked, "Why is there a waterfall separating us? I've always wanted to see the fruit on the other side of the waterfall."
I happen to have my own opinion on this question: "We must be different species. It looks so cold over there, with thick layers of ice flowing down the waterfall every minute."
"Then I still like the weather here."
"I think so."
It was almost dawn and the party had to end. Not only us, but also the people around us who were gathered together to play the game of "Yuyuguo".
Everyone turned into fruit and jumped away, returning to the soil, the bottom of the water, the trees, or using a string to tie themselves to the branches and let themselves be blown into the air by the wind.
This is the Yuguo tribe. When it gets dark, they like to turn into little people and gather together to chat. When it gets light, they find an environment that they find most comfortable to rest in, bask in the sun, and see if they can grow up a little bit.
Those fruit species that fail to mutate after maturity are our food because they cannot speak.
It sounds a bit cruel, doesn't it, eating those fellow creatures who failed to wake up as food.
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