Ling Ping'an stood in the doorway, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he had just bought, and gradually disappearing into the mist.

He also felt as if he was a little drunk.

He yawned.

When I looked back, I saw that the kitten Best had already fallen on the blanket.

"Little one!" He laughed and pulled the roller shutter down: "Call you gluttonous!" ”

But then again, if you don't have this little guy, you wouldn't have missed out on such a delicacy.

"United States of America!" Ling Ping'an picked up a spar again, threw it into his mouth, and quietly felt the sweet taste: "It must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!" ”

"A life with pastoral songs in the fields, and a relaxed ...... under the leisurely south mountain"

"If I have the chance, I might be able to go there and see ......"

Curiosity hunting is a common hobby of the people of the Union.

Closing the door and extinguishing the light, Ling Ping'an took the iron box and walked up the stairs.

Throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, threw his head up, and fell into a sweet sleep.

………………………………

Elizabeth stepped out of the fog and looked back to see the fog dissipate little by little in front of her.

She held up the Iron Bible in her hand.

The Bible burst into brilliance, unfolding words full of truth before her eyes.

At the same time, the other book on her body, the "Gospel of the Machine", seemed to be attracted to it, and it actively levitated, releasing the brilliance of steel.

The two brilliances are intertwined and merge with each other.

Eventually, both books began to melt.

Eventually, it was merged into a single book, which fell into her hands.

The gospel of the machine began to sing: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine!" ”

And the steel Bible is also beginning to shine with the light of truth.

Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and cognition of the truth of steel and machinery.

She reverently held this brand new holy tome, the immortal tome called the "Mechanical True Scripture".

Begin your march towards her steel altar.

She knew how to upgrade this steel altar into a mechanical temple!

In addition to flesh and blood, she also needs faith!

More faith!

The great spirit of all machines needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more believers!

At least 100,000 believers have the pious faith to make the Iron Altar have the possibility of evolution.

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In a daze, Ling Ping felt that his consciousness, as if he was sitting on a swing, was floating aimlessly in the world.

He floated from one side of the world to the other side of the world in less than a second.

"It's a small world!" He said.

But dreams, it's always like this, it's weird, it's confusing.

Moreover, he was also a little drunk.

Even in a dream, I don't really want to open my eyes.

I just want to continue to drift like this, and the swing feels pretty good.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caressing his head.

In a daze, Ling Ping'an opened his eyes.

A vague female figure stood beside him.

"Mom!" Ling Ping instinctively shouted.

"I'm not your mother......" The figure stroked him gently: "You just borrowed my belly to give birth to a child......"

"Mom!" But Ling Ping'an ignored it and grabbed her warm hand.

"Child......" she asked softly, "how do you feel about the world?" ”

"It's very warm......," Ling Ping'an replied, "I feel good!" ”

"The people here are so nice!"

"Would you want to smash it?"

"Why smash it?!" Ling Ping'an didn't understand very well.

"That's good!" This vague figure slowly returned to nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "You have to remember the warmth of this world......"

"Don't smash it!"

Wake up from a dream!

Ling Ping'an opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a soft breath.

"I dreamed again......" he sighed.

Every year, he might have such dreams.

Dreaming of his mother or father.

And each time, they reminded him - don't smash the world to pieces.

But the question is......

Ling Ping'an touched his head: "How can I smash a world?" It's not a glass ball......"

He sat up from his bed, and by this time it was already dawn, and the morning sun was setting outside.

He understands that he will have such dreams.

It's because he's missing.

I miss the warmth of my childhood and the warmth of a family of three.

Pity......

He can't even remember what his parents looked like now.

Only vague figures and impressions, dreamed only occasionally in dreams.

Therefore, every time he dreamed, although he knew it was fake, he still wanted to indulge in it for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, even if it is a dream, it is very short.

For this reason, he consulted a number of psychiatrists and got a diagnosis that he lacked care and could suffer from traumatic stress disorder.

But here's the problem......

He really doesn't have any mental illness, and he doesn't lack love.

He was able to play games at a very young age, and when he grew up, he learned to code words.

Life is full and easy, without the slightest stress.

Aside from the occasional nostalgia for my childhood, there is nothing else wrong with that.

"In two days, let's go to the Federal Meritorious Cemetery to visit their two elders!" Ling Ping'an thought: "It's been a long time since I've visited the second elder!" ”

"Probably because of this, I am worried in my heart, and my subconscious reminds me through dreams!"

That's about the explanation.

After figuring this out, he became heartless again.

After a brief freshening up, Ling Ping'an remembered the peach tree he had raised upstairs, so he fetched some water and went upstairs.

Push open the door and the plastic basin will be placed next to the door.

A small sapling, already showing a nod of its head, has grown a little twig.

Tiny, like a cute little child, gently swaying in the breeze.

Ling Ping'an looked very happy.

He felt that the little sapling was like his own child.

So, he sprinkled a little water, then squatted down and looked at the little sapling: "Little one, you have to grow up healthy!" ”

"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat the peaches you grow!"

The young leaves of the small sapling, gently swaying, seemed to give an answer.

Ling Ping'an nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Before he could reach the top of the stairs, a text message came from his phone.

He picked it up and looked at it, and his face twitched suddenly. 、

A text message is displayed on the phone.

Auntie: Xiao Ping'an, I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow!

Ling Ping'an swallowed.

Why did this aunt come back so soon?

Didn't you say that you would stay in Beizhou for three months or even half a year?

Could it be that archaeological excavations can be carried out so fast now?

But he didn't dare to complain more, so he could only pick up his phone and obediently enter a message: Got it! Youngest maternal aunt!