Xintong didn't know what Yanok's tears were, and it seemed that she would only know after completing the task. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yanok's words touched Xintong's heart, and she remembered that when she was a child, she rode on her brother's body, and he was a big horse to carry her to play happily. But it was he who took the cold knife and pierced her body and her heart.

Can the lost family relationship really be recovered? Some things are not forgiven, they are forgotten. Just like Xintong, since coming to the dust, she has not been sad about her death, nor has she wasted most of her time hating Cui Xinning, she seems to be like amnesia, repulsing her own death and ignoring Cui Xinning's harm to her.

Yanok's mission is like opening a box of memory, and the past comes back one by one.

My name is Cui Xintong, and my grandfather always calls me Yaya because I am the youngest girl in the family. My grandfather was a great man, he taught me to learn knowledge, be polite, and be a civilized child since I was a child, but I always didn't listen to him, and slowly became a rebellious girl who was lazy and lazy.

It's not all my fault that I became like this, when I was 6 years old, I discovered the new continent - the planet Abula, and my grandfather was a member of the scientific research department, and the whole family was qualified to be a part of Abula. However, things are far from going as smoothly and simply as they seem.

The earth is heavily polluted, especially air pollution, smog? It's just a prototype of an old age, and it's just the simplest and most primitive form of air pollution.

Now suspended in the air are ZC sand particles-0518, their radius is small, floating in the air like dusty effect.

Ordinary masks can't prevent it at all, we can only wear face shields, wrap our ears, and everyone walks on the street like a cartoon doll.

Gradually, people stopped going out on the streets, and hospitals were covered in plastic greenhouses, which had to be treated and had to be fed oxygen equipment to prevent lung infections. Good communities are covered with plastic greenhouses, and those three-no areas that no one cares about can only stand naked and unprotected in the dust.

My parents, grandmothers, uncles and aunts were all diagnosed with pneumoconiosis PM33849. Abula's ticket was no longer their share, and I was too young to understand what was going on. Grandpa just told me that we were going to Abula first and grandma they would come later.

My cousin took my hand, and although I was reluctant to let my parents and them go, I was not sad. But if I knew I would never see them again, I would cry and I would stay, and I would die with them!

Abula is very beautiful, the buildings are crystal clear, the flowers are so big, and except for the need for masks to supply oxygen when going out, it is almost the same as the earth once was. But I didn't fall in love here, there were no relatives here, no friends and no heart.

Except for watching my grandfather model in the lab every day, I lost my enthusiasm for everything and became reticent, living like a delicate but non-verbal porcelain doll. I can see the pity in my grandfather's eyes, and he has the same feelings as me when he is abandoned by the whole world.

Gradually, I learned to forget, not to think about anything and anyone, to live in my own world every day, to forget the happiness I had and the hurt I had done.

Like all girls in Abula, I went to a housekeeping class to learn how to serve my husband and take care of my children. The daily lessons are tedious and boring, so I just pass the time. Sometimes the class is really boring, so I take out the little book that my grandfather gave me, look at the map of the dust, the boss, YY himself has become an invincible god, holding a big knife to cut mountains and waters!

YY is YY after all, except for begging grandpa to secretly model me, I have nothing to do with the game of dust.

My identity is special, my grandfather is the main planner of the dust, and they say that my presence will affect the fairness of the game and will not allow me to enter. NndI'm just a little girl, what can I make a big splash? Although they won't let me, I'm still unwilling! I peeked at my grandfather's notebook and remembered what he had designed, and he turned a blind eye to all these things. The calm after this fueled my arrogance, and I would also complain to my grandfather about some super bloody plot design.

There are thousands of plans for dust, and there are only a few that can reflect on grandpa, so I want to be able to go in and see for myself, but unfortunately I can only communicate with those players through the forum. Because of the non-disclosure agreement, I couldn't even hint at the strategy, and watching them scurry around like headless flies, I was anxious to burn the fire.

But it can't be helped, it's all the turtle's butt - the turtle's belly, the biggest rule!

The game of dust has taken shape, and grandpa and they have more experimental content - connecting the brainwaves of the dead to the dust, so that the deceased can still survive in the game and give comfort to the living. I'm sure this must be an epoch-making masterpiece in human history! Eternal life, who wouldn't want that?

The process of the experiment was not all smooth sailing, the scientific research funds were very tight, the project kept going and stopping, and the documents kept being sent back and forth, but in the end, they all prevaricated with a sentence of immaturity. Grandpa was frustrated, and I was angry, the corruption of the Abula government was not a day or two, they were gnawing at Abula like moths gnawing at the earth.

They think that if they stand at the top of the food chain, they can overlook the whole universe, and the reduction is ridiculous! Even my little girl knows the importance of experiments, and she actually puts such a large amount of money to fight for power and not engage in scientific research? I think the destruction of Abula is just around the corner.

I advised my grandfather to give up, but he always didn't listen, and one day he was drunk, and I listened to what he said, don't give up, and you must save everyone.

I guess grandpa did this project, in fact, for grandma and them. If only we could all find dead loved ones in the dust, if only they could still pay attention to themselves and love themselves in another way, wouldn't be greater.

From then on, I kept my mouth shut and silently stayed by my grandfather's side and supported him.

There is no funding, grandpa will go to the fate, Xiao Xie of the scientific research institute is a relative of the president, and grandpa still wants to get a few funds through him. But it's all in the name of personal sponsorship, grandpa said they have a hard time, dust is a merit-based game after all, if people don't exist, what else is Abule?

Grandpa understands, just because I understand. I only know that they are bad people who sabotage the experiment, and I give Xiao Xie a little stumbling block from time to time to let him know how good I am. I don't like him as a person, he always stares at me and makes me hairy. Now that I have a reason, I will never let him get better.

I deliberately made things difficult, he seemed to be unconscious, and he still sent me this and that every day, all of them were some naïve and stupid little girl playthings.

All of them were unceremoniously contributed to the trash can. I don't care to be that simple little girl, I have my thoughts, I am a fashiongirl who is at the forefront of the times!