"What is this?"

"I see, it's planes. ”

"Why are you so messed up, don't you understand the horror of space-time? It's its side effects that are terrible!" she shouted at him.

"There's no way, if you don't find them, some questions don't have answers. He replied aloud.

A farmer appeared to him and said, "Look at you, like a flock of flying elves, and give you some gifts." The farmer pulled out some fruit.

They looked at each other.

"These things are very precious, it's not because you work so hard that I'm reluctant to pick them. The farmer said, "What do you think of the world?"

"It's beautiful, but sometimes it's scary. She replied.

"A newborn baby will have a painful period when it is born, and it is the same for a world to take shape. ”

"Doesn't the world need to be torn down?" he asked.

"So you wanted to tear it down, I couldn't see what you were trying to do. The farmer was stunned for a moment, "I used to see you picking things, but I thought you liked them, so I often planted some." ”

Someone slapped the table angrily.

"There is no need to throw away those things, there will be many places to buy them. The farmer scratched his head and said to her, "Give you some land, for he used to envy his family for having land." ”

The farmer took out a few pieces of land with a little pain, "It's deserted, I'll take it back, and I can ask his family to help plant some first." ”

An old man appeared on the opposite side, smiled obscenely at the farmer, looked a little proud, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The farmer said a little stupidly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll come to your house!" What do you think we're going to do but steal?"

"You can find this thing here!" exclaimed a passer-by in surprise when he saw the fruit that the farmer had brought out earlier. He ran up to the fruits, pointed to one of them, "Can I buy this?", and pulled out everything he had.

"You have to be careful. The farmer was a little dissatisfied, "Go and rob other people's things like this, be careful of your character! ”

The passerby's face alternated red and white, "Understood, I'll go back and become a seller." Before leaving, he bowed to the farmer.

"Alas, success is also time and space, and defeat is also time and space. The farmer was a little gloomy.

"I understand, too!" the lewd old man jumped out again, he opened a door, and waved his hand from time to time, "Come!

A crowd of people flocked to the door.

"What about me?" he asked.

The farmer was a little complicated, "We're all a little outdated, you better stay here, it's just going to be a lot harder than them." The farmer said, pointing to the crowd in line.

He was a little happy, but also a little afraid.

The farmer has, and the land is the lifeblood of the farmer.

Author's Note: The story will be surprisingly long. I wanted to write this section as plain and concise as possible, but for the first time I felt the weakness of language. If the reader of the story is troubled by the horror, the answer can basically be found in this section. Many times, it takes a bit of courage to write it down, but even if you are afraid, you need to face it. The story begins to show its grandiose side.