When our dreams are too beautiful, reality appears all the more cruel and hopeless in comparison.
Especially during the process of imagining things, when a thin, small child wearing an ill-fitting, temperature-controlled protective suit came running up and complained of being hungry, the two men's emotions plummeted.
A chill that seeps into your bones.
"Go get the child something to eat."
Taking a deep breath, Gu Shiqian said in a deep voice, "Ningning and I will get back as quickly as possible."
"If nothing unexpected happens, the nutrient solution and other food and supplies should arrive in three days."
"Remember to sign for it when it arrives."
"good."
Feeding the baby was the priority, so Qi Wenyuan immediately cut off the communication, bent down, scooped up the little one, and held him in his arms, asking, "Little Stone, where are your parents?"
"Going to kill insects."
Little Stone reached out and hugged Qi Wenyuan's neck, saying in a childish voice, "Grandma is asleep and can't be woken up. Ya Ya and the others are crying because they're hungry."
"Is the old lady asleep and I can't wake her up?"
Qi Wenyuan had a bad feeling. Xiao Shitou nodded and said, "Yes, Grandma is still sleeping soundly."
"Okay, Uncle understands."
It's probably not that she's sleeping soundly, but rather that Grandma has gone to see her ancestors.
As it turned out, Qi Wenyuan's judgment was correct. When he returned to the children's sand shelter with the little stone in his arms, Tang Qingyun and the others had already received the news and rushed over to handle the funeral arrangements for the old woman.
The old lady isn't very old; she's only 153 years old this year.
She has been married twice and has three children.
But all the children are gone.
The eldest brother went missing during a sandstorm, with no trace of him, and it was determined that he was carried away by quicksand.
They followed the movement of the quicksand for over a month, but still couldn't find the remains of the old woman's eldest son.
There was definitely sadness.
The pain remains the same.
But being sad and in pain is useless; being carried away by quicksand is all too common on planet E72.
Those who are missing are gone, but those who are alive must continue to live.
Therefore, grief and despair can only be hidden.
Five years later, the old woman's second daughter, while protecting the child, also perished along with other members of her team in the sharp mouthparts of a sandworm.
Then came the third brother, the strongest of them all, who sacrificed himself once again to save his teammates.
In less than twenty years, the old woman who lost three children in succession forced herself to become a female warrior and fight on the front line.
When she was 85 years old, she was seriously injured in a swarm of insects and became disabled. After that, she retired from the front line and went into a childcare shelter to take care of the children.
He did this for decades.
Sang Ning was raised by her. In fact, everyone on planet E72 who was older or younger than Sang Ning, including her peers, was raised by her.
Upon learning of the old woman's passing, Gu Shiqian's eyes reddened.
Tears welled up in Sang Ning's eyes.
She choked back tears and said, "Is Grandma really gone?"
"He's really gone."
Qi Wenyuan looked incredibly haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He said sadly, "It was a happy funeral; the old woman had a smile on her face when she left."
Sang Ning pursed her lips, wanting to speak but unable to.
She felt short of breath as all of the original owner's memories of her grandmother rushed back, leaving her unable to think of anything but tears and sadness.
Gu Shiqian handed her a handkerchief and asked Qi Wenyuan, "Has he been buried?"
"Can you wait until we get back?"
"He has already been buried."
Qi Wenyuan choked up as he said, "The weather is too hot. Grandma left a last wish for Ningning."
What did the old lady say?
Sang Ning sniffed, wiped away her tears, and looked at Qi Wenyuan.
"Grandma told you not to come back if you don't have to, and to live your life well outside, because life at home is too hard."
At this point, he asked seriously, "Ningning, are you going to stay outside?"
"don't want."
Without hesitation, Sang Ning said, "I want to go home. I want to go back to visit my grandma's and my parents' graves."
“If I don’t go back, they won’t even be able to receive offerings during the Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival every year.”
"Qingming Festival? Ghost Festival, and there are offerings for that?"
An employee of the Museum of Human History happened to be passing by and overheard Sang Ning's words; his eyes immediately lit up.
"Could you tell me what the Qingming Festival (Ghost Festival) is?"
The staff member who forced himself into the frame had a pair of eyes that shone with a fervent thirst for knowledge, his gaze astonishingly bright.
Sang Ning, however, felt that this guy deserved a beating.
He really deserves a beating.
Having a thirst for knowledge is a good thing, and wanting to learn about the traditional culture of the Chinese nation is also a good thing.
However, you need to consider the time, place, and occasion when scoring.
Oh, we have a loved one who has passed away, and we are in a time of grief. You come here to ask what Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival are, with your eyes sparkling. Is that appropriate?
Is that polite?
"Old Qi, beat him up."
Gu Shiqian gritted his teeth, "This brat who doesn't know the ways of the world needs to be taught a lesson."
Sang Ning nodded in agreement.
Qi Wenyuan had the same thought; this little brat was just too tactless and infuriating.
"beat!"
Without saying a word, he grabbed the young man and started beating him up.
The young man was stunned by the beating, howling in pain as he asked why he had been hit. The grievance and confusion in his voice were so heartbreaking that it would bring tears to anyone's eyes.
His cries of pain attracted the attention of his colleagues and the museum director.
Then···
That was the end of it.
Upon learning the truth, the museum curator gritted his teeth and said with a mix of disappointment and frustration, "Good riddance!"
How incredibly idiotic would someone be to conduct research right after the death of a highly respected elder of a pure-blooded human?
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