It is no different from Rovasha, equally dangerous, ugly and beautiful, but it is the home in the hearts of some people who still retain their purity.
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"Ran Bo, our little pride! Happy birthday, make a wish! What does our little genius want to do in the future?"
"Dad, Mom, I want to be a scientist! I want to be like the adults on TV and build a spacecraft that can fly into the universe - I want to fly into the universe!"
…
He finally flew into the universe.
——If I were a bird.
He said goodbye to Ying, still laughing wildly, the strawberry shortcake was at his feet, but he didn't pick it up. He was still laughing with a hoarse throat until the snow melted his throat.
——I should also sing with a hoarse throat.
His eyes were already stained with snow, and the pupils gradually melted, leaving only terrifying holes. He looked out at the countryside, the smoke from cooking fires, and the river with these melted eyes.
This is not his homeland.
This is his homeland.
—This land battered by storms,
He opened his arms and spun around as if to embrace the sky, until the snow completely covered his body. His hoarse laughter seemed to still be heard on the hillside.
——This is the river that always surges with our grief and indignation.
The pioneer died with a long cry.
His head, torso, arms, legs... gradually melted, like a pool of fresh snow. Only a few pieces of white cloth swayed and fell to the ground.
Finally, there was no more bird singing on the hillside.
After Ran Bo disappeared, Ying Ben thought that there was nothing there, but he did not expect that a figure appeared in the place where Ran Bo had just disappeared.
Ying opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked up.
—This angry wind that blows endlessly.
A silent roar seemed to be heard in the fierce wind.
The figure's appearance and height were not very similar to Ran Bo's, but there was a similar determination and madness in his eyes.
Since Ran Bo was standing on a high place and actively embracing the Snow of the End, the snow was not too heavy, and Ying quickly brought the newly appeared person down the hillside.
After seeing this person clearly, Ying blinked in shock:
"Ran Bo is indeed a genius..."
Ran Bo could create the Lin clan, so naturally he could also create "himself".
He knew that he would not be accepted by the new world, but if he created a new life, this new life could certainly board the ship. However, his soul had indeed dissipated in the snow, and the new life was just inheriting his will.
He buried this new life in his body and set the conditions for its birth: once he died, the new life would be born.
The moment he died, new life grew from his body, was born, and opened its eyes.
——He allowed his new life to board the ship, but not for pleasure, but to become the third line of defense. When the rulers of the new world turned corrupt, he would personally send them to death to prevent the one in ten thousand chance that the "red line" would be lifted.
In this way, as long as the country is kept peaceful and the corrupt people in power die, the tragedy of his life can be avoided to the greatest extent - a lonely life just because he offended those in power.
Restraining power and malice is what this pioneer did his best to do.
He has to protect countless "selves" and countless persecuted "Ran Bo".
"——I will become the sharp blade of death on their heads, sending all the corrupted people to the most beautiful death."
The newly born person opened his eyes and looked at his hair turning from black to white, and his white coat changing into a black robe, as if it were an inversion.
——From a scientist who created life, to the god of death who destroyed life.
Creation is for justice.
Destruction is also for the sake of purity.
"What...is your name?" Ying looked at this new life and spoke slowly.
"You are 'my' friend, right? Hello, nice to meet you." The white-haired new life waved his hand and raised the corners of his lips.
He touched his hair that had turned from black to white. His temperament had become completely different, like an "inversion" from a creator to the god of death.
"I will supervise those in power, and when they become corrupt, I will personally give them a sweet death..."
"My name is..." He felt this completely opposite inversion, stretched out his right hand, summoned a pitch-black sickle, and smiled playfully:
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"Bo Ran."
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Ran Bo seemed to have a dream before he disappeared.
In his dream, he stood under a tree, looking at a magpie covered in blood.
"The magpie was injured and fell from the sky. We should take care of it." Mom said beside me.
Ran Bo looked at the bird quietly for a while, then smiled and shook his head:
"That's not a magpie, that's a phoenix, that's a wild goose, that's God's favorite. Even if no one takes care of it, it will fly again. I don't want to take care of it."
"Mom, let's go back."
He held his mother's hand and walked back to the room.
In the room, his younger brother Zell was doing his homework, and the composition topic made him frown.
When Ze Er saw Ran Bo, he pouted and said, "Brother, I don't want to study liberal arts anymore! I want to study science! Didn't someone say that the future belongs to science, and liberal arts can only run cat cars and deliver leeks."
Ran Bo touched his brother's head and said with a smile:
"good."
"Learn whatever you want to learn. If you want to learn composition, write composition. If you want to do exercises, do exercises. There is no distinction between the humanities and sciences. As long as you like it, it's fine."
"Brother, what do you want to do in the future?" Zel looked at him with shining eyes.
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