There was a soft sound ahead, and in a corner of the night sky, a door was cut out, and then the night scene of bright stars was dispelled without a trace.

From that door came a middle-aged woman, who looked at the speechless reborn with sleepy eyes, and sighed slightly, with a look of reproach and pity.

The woman was wearing a nightgown, mentally exhausted but could still see the pair of big and divine eyes, she had short reddish-brown hair, a slightly chubby face and a healthy complexion, but the faint year lines had also climbed up the corners of her eyes, she was not tall, but her body was relatively well-proportioned, and after sighing, she immediately said something in a pleasant voice, and he couldn't understand.

She folded her arms and seemed to wait for him to answer, and he immediately understood that she must have some connection with the true owner of the shell, and that he was now taking possession of it for no reason, like a robber who took it without saying a word.

He felt like he had to say something in response now, but his instincts told him it was best to shut up now.

He stood still motionless, and the woman's face was filled with pity, and she approached, reached out the back of her hand to probe his forehead, shook her head, and stroked his cheek with her hand.

“…… Jonny: "The woman said something.

This time, he can understand that his former entrepreneurship has allowed him to be stationed overseas for a year, and he can discuss various issues fluently in English with his business partners, and his pronunciation is close to the standard.

But the next words, he didn't really hear, "...... Night" "Sleep" "...... Need ......"

He was surprised that her words were mixed with English and other things, even Chinese, but he finally understood that the other party wanted him to continue to rest.

He didn't dare to take any chances, and despite the myriad puzzles in his mind, he could only endure and go back to bed and sleep and close his eyes.

He noticed the blanket gently covering his body, his warm fingers caressing the ends of his ears, and when the woman gently walked out of the room again, the ceiling was again covered with stars.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the stars.

"Jonny." He whispered to himself.

Who are you? Who am I? Where is this? Heaven...... Is that what it is?

He thought silently, and after a long, long time, he fell asleep......

……

Leafy greens photosynthesize more than plants respire under the light of the star Micah, while dark-leaved plants do the exact opposite under the purple light of the stellar Mestra.

Leafy plants convert carbon dioxide and water during the day, thus releasing a large amount of oxygen, while dark-leaved plants, on the contrary, cannot produce photosynthesis under the light of Mica and can only breathe, they inhale some oxygen and release carbon dioxide.

And when it comes to the starry night of Chilian, this rule of plant survival will switch roles.

The magical purple light of the Mestra allows the planet's dark-leaved plants to photosynthesize at night, so that the air in Chilian is rich in oxygen.

--Yinmeng Education Committee's textbook "Intermediate Plants" for senior one

……

For the first time, Jonny really woke up in this strange world, he opened his eyes in a burst of sweet fragrance, the warm sun reflected around his body through the branches and leaves of the towering giant trees, he was in the forest, surrounded by the joy of animals and the chirping of birds, faintly and full of layers.

He didn't know if these realistic illusions were technology or magic, but the biggest doubt was not these, he wanted to know what happened to his former self? Where is this? And who is this occupying body?

He got up and walked to the hidden door, and sure enough, a gap was quickly made at the bottom of the giant tree in front of him, and he walked out, letting the scene behind him converge and fade into a room that was almost empty.

Outside the door was a very ordinary long hall, the furnishings were not as strange as expected, but they were very similar to the ordinary families of the world he was familiar with.

The milky white walls, the reddish-brown cabinet latticework, the center of the hall is a long fabric sofa, the crystal glass coffee table in front of it is spotless, one corner is a delicate small round table and a short-backed square stool, and the wall is inlaid with life photo frames at will.

Jonny stared at the photographs one by one, and the middle-aged woman with the soft face of the previous night was in almost every frame.

She is always smiling and very photogenic, and she can see that she was a good-looking beauty when she was young. There are several pictures of a good-looking silver-haired man with her, and the others have the boy, and in each of them he is seen holding the woman's hand tightly.

The boy is very delicate, but in all the photos, he always maintains the same expression, listless and nervous, with an indescribable eccentricity between his eyebrows.

Jonny followed the wall until he saw the last one, the boy was already fifteen or sixteen years old, and in the reflection of the frame, he saw the boy, and the boy was looking at him with wide eyes.

……

"Jonny, baby, did you wake up early?" Joanna held a hot frying pan with anti-scald gloves in her hand and found her son standing stupidly in front of the frame in the living room.

He was frightened by the ghostly mirror, but when he turned around, he looked at Joanna with a horrified face, like a child who had just broken the glass and was at a loss.

Joanna sighed inwardly, put a piece of the finished smiley pancake into the plate that had been set up earlier on the small round table, she took the pot and walked away, thought about it, and turned back to the knife to draw the corners of the smiley face on the pancake wider, looking happier.

"There are only a few days left in the Donkey Moon, and then it's 'Landing Day', and your father may come back from Puxing to bring you interesting gifts." She tapped the wall refrigerator and took the frog milk and a beautiful cup from the popped refrigerated debacterial, and poured it full for her son.

When she turned around, she found her son still standing there, staring at her nervously.

"What's the matter, baby?" She put down the frog box and pulled her son to the table and sat down.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" She asked, but Jonny didn't answer.

"Is Maggie bullying you at school again?" She patiently continued as she cut a pancake from her plate and fed it to her son with a fork.

Jonny chewed expressionlessly, and after a moment, shook his head slowly.

"Little Lancel, right? You've always been afraid to see him. Joanna scratched her son's nose with her fingers.

After a moment, Jonny nodded slowly, then shook his head slowly.

Joanna didn't doubt anything else, but continued to sigh in her heart.

The feather god is equally lenient with each child, and she silently prays in her heart.

Jonny understood half of the middle-aged lady's words, how did the adult's mind now be in the shell of a child, and apparently the child had some kind of physical and mental disability? Why? What's the point? And where is this exactly?

He let Joanna feed him breakfast, watching the kind woman cut little by little from the sides of the pancake, keeping that exaggerated smile until the end.