Shuo Yu put his arms on his knees and rested his head on his arms while listening to Meng Fanle talk about his father. To be honest, Fanle rarely talked about his own affairs. Maybe there were one or two true words about himself, but they were only said as a joke. You couldn't tell whether they were true or false.
There is a big sale at the supermarket tonight, buy one get ten free, it's really great,
Next to him, their team leader patiently loaded bullets into his various weapons. It was the first time that Shuo Yu realized that the weapons on this guy were not much less than the grenades on Bu La.
"I don't have time to listen to your father's story. I want to hear about you, your story."
"My father... my father was a student studying abroad in the late Qing Dynasty. He dismantled a lot of things, but he never designed anything. Twenty years ago, when my little grandfather was five, my father said he wanted to design a perpetual motion machine for me."
"What machine?"
Shuo Yu added,
"Perpetual motion machine, Captain, means it can keep moving without the help of people or other things. Actually, the concept is quite good, but it is a bit unrealistic. Its core cannot be kept in motion."
"Oh." He loaded his Colt with bullets one by one, lowered his head, and had no interest anymore.
Meng Fanle continued to talk about his thing,
"Yes, just as Banxianer said. The machine is said to be able to rotate all the time, without consuming mass, but it generates energy. My father always wants to change something, prove something, so that those foreign devils who insist on the law of conservation of energy can find a piece of Chinese tofu to kill themselves."
"Is there really such a machine?" Silasila turned around and asked Banxianer. He always felt that if such a machine really existed in the world, Banxianer would definitely know about it.
Shuo Yu touched his head, not knowing what to say. He glanced at Fanla who was lying on the side, and spoke hesitantly.
"Maybe, but with our current level of technological development, it will take a very long time for it to appear, unless we discover some kind of super energy source."
What Shuo Yu didn't mention was that even in the world of cultivation before him, there was no such thing as a perpetual motion machine, unless there was an energy supply core that kept rotating to provide energy. However, as far as he knew, there was no such thing at all.
Meng Fanle was still talking, with a look of longing and reminiscence on his face.
"Anyway, my father actually built one the other day. He used this length of wire, and a bunch of little balls dropped underneath to create kinetic energy, which drove a music box, and it actually made music. My father said that the music would keep playing until the end of the world. Wow, that music was really beautiful, and it was for me."
"It kept ringing like that for over an hour. I never told you all this time, but my father is actually quite impressive, really. He was just like the rest of us, born at the wrong time."
Si La Si La loaded his bullets, checked what he should bring, and leaned on his new Thompson, just looking at Fan La's face. Maybe Fan La himself didn't react, but the expression on his face was really dreamy, and the stars in his eyes were very beautiful. All the indignation and unwillingness disappeared, leaving only memories and longing.
Shuoyu and Silasila looked at him together, smiling.
"My father is a very capable son. When was I supposed to be born?"
"He's really amazing." Shuo Yu looked at Fanla's face and said, "He's really amazing, but it's not his father, it's him. He's really amazing."
Fanla was not disturbed by them, but continued to talk.
"The music was really beautiful, but suddenly, it stopped. I said, 'Father, he stopped.'"
"If it doesn't stop, then hell."
"My father struck it with one hammer, and two petals appeared. Two hammers, four petals. Three hammers, eight petals. That was it. Everything was gone. He struck it more than twenty times, and there was nothing left. It was gone. It was all gone. Such beautiful music."
"All that was given to me is gone."
Shuo Yu looked at Fanla's aggrieved face and felt that his father was simply a psychopath, a patient with unrealistic naive delusions, a guy who was only angry but could do nothing.
He went out with their leader to gather for the west bank, and he pulled Fanla, who was slumped on the ground,
"Let's go. Stop worrying. There are thirteen of us, and you make it thirteen."
Thirteen people and one dog, crossing the river to the west bank, each holding a Thompson, on such an ordinary morning, doing something extraordinary.
In fact, the team leader mentioned thirteen people at the beginning.
The Nu River rushed past them with a terrifying roar, louder than their own voices. The twelve guys except Shuo Yu were all staring at the river in amazement, forming a semicircle, stunned, holding their newly acquired weapons in their hands.
Although they knew that Si La Si La was going to take them across the river, they had never known that it would be done this way, including Meng Fanle. He picked up a stone and threw it towards the Guijian Bay in front of him. When the stone, which was as big as his fist, fell, it disappeared without a sound.
You wouldn't doubt whether such a river can swallow up twelve unlucky lives.
He looked at death with a deceived look,
"I think I really outsmarted you. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You didn't ask me?"
Shuo Yu squatted beside them and looked at the leader.
"Captain, are you going over?"
He had gone down there when he was looking for trouble that day, and swam several laps. It looked dead on the surface, but it was actually alive. Ordinary people could also cross it if they gritted their teeth. Shuo Yu held a long rope prepared in advance in his hand. This was the rope they would use to cross the river in a while.
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