Chapter 85 Good Morning He was captivated by the aroma of a peaceful world. …
After the "Last Supper", Premier Wen was sent home by Professor Bian to sleep.
Although Wen Xun said that he could stay and talk and play chess with others, Bian Ling refused to allow any breathing creature to appear around him at this moment. At this time, Ajun was very grateful, after all, he really didn't need to breathe now.
"You really don't want me to stay?"
"I now declare that you are expelled from the country of raising free-range chickens."
"...Mine is at best half wild and half domesticated."
Professor Bian did not comment on this. After driving the person into the wild, he was the only one left in the laboratory.
[Professor, are you... scared? ]
"You want to lose your memory?"
Ajun loudly opened the microphone:
I think so!
What is memory? Memory forms the foundation of a person's character. If a person loses his past, then the future will no longer be completely under his personal will.
This is Professor Bian’s definition of memory, but for Ah Jun, he feels that whether he loses his memory or remembers it again, those are still him, just his different life states.
Compared to those past times when he had to control his emotions and fight for survival, he certainly prefers the memories of accompanying Professor Bian in the scientific research world, but this does not mean that he does not like his former self.
There is no right or wrong in this, it’s just that everyone has a different comfort zone.
Just like Bian Ling, even though he has been in this world for two years, his soul has been corroded by the ecology of the apocalypse. This is not something he can stop just because he wants to. As long as the memories of his profound experiences exist, he will always be the same person, unless... there are deeper memories covering them, like a patch, sewing up all the broken memories.
Even if it still doesn't look as complete as it was at the beginning, this is real life. Once it's repaired, there will be no more pain. Humans are very pain-tolerant creatures. After a short rest, they can pack up their luggage and continue on their journey.
Now, what Bianling lacks is that patch.
He was waiting, and because of his anticipation, he felt worried.
He was afraid that his efforts would ultimately be in vain, so even if he could turn on his cell phone, turn on the TV, turn on the computer, or simply walk out of here, he could get information from the outside world.
But he still did nothing, and even drove out Wen Xun who had come here with great difficulty.
After all, no matter how much he claimed to be a brilliant madman, he was also a normal human being, and of course he had normal human emotions. However, in just two years, he was captivated by the scent of a peaceful world.
Humans are indeed animals that seek benefits and avoid harm. No matter how hard we try to control our instincts, as soon as we relax a little, these inertias will emerge from the cracks.
Then, they took root and sprouted, just like the two apple seedlings in President Wen’s greenhouse.
This time, those two poor little seedlings shouldn’t die, right?
Bian Ling was lost in thought and was just about to lie down and take a nap when he heard the door of the laboratory being slammed open from outside. Then he saw a panting figure.
"Oh, it's President Wen. I thought it was a zombie attack."
Wen Xun's car was almost out of the park, but it kept going slower and slower. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and turned around and rushed back: "I still have the house next door for you. Do you want to stay there for a few days?"
"No."
"Don't refuse so quickly. Have you forgotten? There are still a lot of banners and thank-you letters stored there. It's almost full now. If you have nothing to do, why not open the thank-you letters?"
President Wen’s eloquence was indeed amazing, and even his desire to be exiled to Lingnan was slightly shaken.
"Also, you can't eat or sleep well here. How can just eating nutrient solution be enough? Even if you're waiting to die, at least you can die well-fed, right?"
Bian Ling had no desire for food, but as he thought, he did not lack the courage to go out, but lacked an excuse that would allow him to go out without any worries.
"Finally, I've unilaterally acknowledged you as my friend for so long, please give me some face. I've already been ranting about this to everyone at home."
Now, there is this excuse.
"Give me a moment."
Bian Ling returned to the laboratory. In less than half an hour, he had changed out of his lab coat and carried out a medicine box.
"What's this?"
"I understand the rules here. When you visit someone, you always bring gifts."
Wen Xun didn't react for a moment: "What gift?"
"Dawn Potion."
…
Bian Ling was escorted all the way to the manor villa in the urban area. Of course, along the way, he inevitably saw the scene of the outside world, which was indeed much more depressed than before.
But it is completely different from the end of the world in my memory.
There were not many people on the streets, and the big screen that had been playing cool luxury goods advertisements now played various videos advising residents to isolate at home and wait patiently. However, because of the presence of nutrient solution, there was no problem of food shortage.
In a normal human society, as long as residents have access to water, electricity, and the internet, panic wouldn't be that intense. Some people fell into a deep sleep, while others stayed awake, trembling with fear. Although special circumstances did occur, thanks to the presence of the Dawn Potion, there were still people maintaining order day and night.
Above the city, the roar of airplanes could be heard from time to time like thunder, and aerosol-type drugs scattered densely, modifying the viruses in the air bit by bit.
At a certain moment, Bian Ling clearly felt that he was changing the world.
His nutrient solution, his dawn potion, his latest invention, are all trying to pull the world out of the quagmire, just like his... salvation of himself.
In fact, the weather today is not very good. The air is foggy. Even now that night has fallen, there is not a single star in the sky. If it is going to rain, his aerosol potion will probably be diluted before it can fully take effect.
"It won't rain."
Bian Ling suddenly turned his head.
"Although I used to joke that the only accurate thing about weather forecasts is the time, this time those guys at the Meteorological Bureau have really nailed it. All regions and countries where rain is about to fall or is already falling have implemented manual intervention, striving to quickly 'dissipate' the rain clouds and then deploy chemicals."
"It actually rained here in Jing City, so we sprayed the medicine again today." Wen Xun had just been on the road and had been injected with the Dawn Potion. He was forced to do so by a scientist, so he had the authority of a driver. "Bian Ling, you never fight alone."
"...I want you to talk nonsense."
"Okay, I spoke too much. I'm sorry."
"Anything else?"
So Wen Xun began to talk in a rambling manner. There were not many cars on the road now, so he deliberately slowed down his speed and told the story of all mankind uniting to fight the disaster. In fact, he stayed at home for the past few days and could not do anything. He also relied on these "mental tranquilizers" to maintain his vital emotional signs.
Almost all television news and online media, as long as they are not dormant, are working hard to spread the signal of active survival. When the world is peaceful, many people wish the earth would explode, but when real destruction comes, human beings will be unexpectedly united.
Everyone wants to live.
Human beings are very fragile yet very strong creatures. When they are fragile, they need the encouragement of their companions, but when they are strong, they can create miracles.
Wen Xun couldn't help but glance at the person who insisted on sitting in the passenger seat. He had to admit that the other person was a living miracle.
But at this moment, the other person was nonchalantly holding his chin and looking at the street scene outside under the hazy lights. This scene made him imagine the scene when he stopped the car to pick someone up down the mountain when they first met.
It was the same then. The other person was sitting in the car, looking at the neon-lit Beijing city outside with a dazed look. His eyes were completely empty. There had never been a trace of concern for life or death in them. But now... if he was not mistaken, there seemed to be something more in those eyes that looked at everything indifferently.
Wen Xun didn't dare to say anything and just drove silently.
The car quickly arrived at the villa area, and after several days of absence, Professor Bian finally had a hot meal again.
Well, it was Mr. Wen’s mother who did it. Mr. Wen’s father and grandfather have fallen into a coma, and the Ji family’s villa is not far away. Ji Jiayu also fell into a deep sleep this morning.
After dinner, Bian Ling gave the gifts away and then returned to the villa next door.
I haven't been back for a long time, but this place is still spotless. You can see that someone cleans it carefully every day.
[The lemongrass three-cup chicken on the table just now looks delicious. Is it delicious? ]
“It’s my first time eating it, and it’s not bad.”
[Oh, I want to eat it too. I’ve never eaten Thai food.]
"What a coincidence, me too."
The man and the ghost were inexplicably having a normal conversation, but it was very harmonious. Bian Ling read the thank-you letter for a while and then fell asleep on the sofa.
When I woke up the next day, the Wen family still fed me.
The three meals suddenly became regular, but everyone knew that the seven days... were about to come to an end.
Bian Ling watched the host's passionate and uplifting speech on TV without feeling the slightest bit of emotion. But when he looked at the countless people saving lives in the shrinking images, he suddenly felt a very unfamiliar sour feeling in his heart.
Human beings are so small, yet so tenacious.
Bian Ling suddenly stopped analyzing himself, because at this moment it was all meaningless. He threw the remote control on the sofa, and then took out the dusty mobile phone from the crack of the sofa.
Time passed bit by bit, and he set the edited Weibo content to be sent on schedule and no longer cared about it.
Professor, what did you write?
"You can follow the data and take a sneak peek."
[I am not that kind of person! ]
"I'm sorry, that's the kind of person I am."
【……】
"Ajun, have you thought about what wish you want?"
[Isn't this another unilateral announcement from you?]
"You'll know when the sun rises."
This time, the dawn seemed to take an especially long time to come.
Bian Ling felt like he had fallen asleep in a daze. When he woke up, President Wen was already knocking on the door with breakfast in his hand.
"So early?"
"It's late. I was woken up by your Weibo."
In other words, most people in this world are woken up by the morning greetings on Weibo at Bianling Jingshi time, but no one will be grumpy at this moment, because this is a sign of a miracle -
Skyfire V: Good morning, everyone.
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Author's words: Chen Yuchuan: ...Why, I'm always the one taking the blame, but now I'm not here!? [Question mark][Question mark]
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PS: Actually, this chapter can be marked as finished, but considering that the wish has not been written yet, the end should be in the next chapter, which is called "Ajun's Wish".
Then what extra chapters do you want to see? I'll see what I can write [empty bowl][empty bowl]!
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