"Dear Zhou Mingrui,

"Like Bradley back then, I overestimated the patience of those idiots again......"

……

As the years passed, the "artist" Blake Sweet ran all the way towards the avenue of Bensi, and the former mixed-race youth grew a beard at some point, and his facial features became more profound and three-dimensional, from the beginning of the youthful and weak spirit, to the current maturity...... Weak gas.

"Come on! You can do it! Su Mo encouraged.

"Your Excellency...... Adult ......"

Blake clutched his sleeve tightly, feeling the same trepidation as he did when he first started "making art".

He wanted to cry without tears and said, "I really can't do it......"

Su Mo smiled and patted him on the shoulder affectionately: "If you don't try your best, how do you know the result?" ”

In this way, Blake drove the ducks to the shelves and became the new housekeeper who could only manage himself.

And after he became a steward, the first order Su Mo gave was......

"No going out."

Su Mo said, his voice a little cold.

"Antonio and I will take turns procuring supplies.

"You are not allowed to leave the manor."

“…… Why? Blake was dazed.

Su Mo smiled slightly: "Because someone wants to kill you." ”

Black:?!

"Alright." Su Mo clapped his hands and urged him with a smile, "It's time for you to prepare lunch, remember to refer to Abel's 1.9 version of the blood tofu improvement experience." ”

……

"The blood tofu has not been very good for the past two days." Antonio commented.

Su Mo said lazily: "Don't ask too much for those who don't cook. ”

Antonio was noncommittal, and just asked, "Didn't you just hand over the sannata?" ”

Su Mo sat on a small bench with a version of Sanglaleba resting under his buttocks, and he sat on the ridge of the field, and replied briefly while picking up rice: "I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case." ”

Antonio watched him silently, his straight eye on his forehead flickering, rendering a delicate light hidden beneath the rugged exterior.

He asked, "Don't you feel sorry?" ”

"The potential of the salana fruit has been exhausted.

"I'm submitting fruit that has been bred for 20 generations.

And it ends in the one hundred and twenty-eighth generation.

"...... above"

Su Mo lowered his head and smiled slightly, his tone cold and crisp.

"It's all excuses."

……

The earth does not stop turning because of who it is missing, and life does not stop because of who it is missing.

Soumer and Antonio contracted the land together, and the initial selection of 27 crop seeds was also eliminated over time due to problems exposed in practice......

Blake still sticks to his art.

He is still prone to nervousness, and his gaze wanders when he looks at people, but when he faces this incident, the weakness of his heart seems to have disappeared suddenly, leaving only the silent perseverance of the rain.

Blake painted the delicate buds, the stems, the green leaves, and the swaying flowers of the plants......

He is a nostalgic person, and will quietly pick up some of the seeds of eliminated crops and secretly plant them in a pot in his room.

What he cherished most was an unnamed plant numbered eleven, with its fluffy green leaves weaving a layer of green mist around it, and the thin buds would bloom into a kind of small white flowers, the stamens were pale yellow, not pretty, but Blake loved to see it swaying gently in the cool night breeze.

However, just as growing plants eventually wither and wither, when twenty-seven crop seeds are eliminated to twenty-two, Blake inevitably comes to an end in life......

The originally tall figure suddenly shrank a lot, and the plump cheeks were like withered dead wood, collapsed, black and thin, and cracked.

Blake lay silently on the bed, his chest did not rise and fall, his breathing was weak, his eyes were slightly open, but there was no light in the faint gap, but there were a lot of yellowish and shriveled eye feces in the corners of his eyes, and even the old age spots on his cheeks were fainted into a stained black-brown, and his whole face looked very dirty.

Su Mo entered the room with a glass of water and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

But the water can't be fed anymore.

Clear water poured out of his cracked lips and hung disorderly on Blake's messy beard, and he instinctively breathed with his mouth slightly open, a rotten stench emanating from his gray-black mouth.

Su Mo put down the water glass and stared calmly at the dying Blake.

"If you don't want to endure the torture," he said, "I can help you out." ”

Blake's lips twitched twice, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"No ......"

His voice drifted through the room like a candle about to be extinguished.

Blake struggled to survive for another five days.

Moments before death came, his eyes finally opened.

However, there were no bright red pupils in the eye sockets, only the whites of the eyes that could not stop turning upward, as gray and dead as a blind man, but at the same time, the phlegm in Blake's throat rolled like a low thunderclap.

His chest began to rise and fall violently, his face turned a bluish grayish, and the remaining wisps of breath caused tiny white foam to gush from the corners of his mouth, and then squeezed out a terrifying hissing sound.

Su Mo quietly watched Blake take his last breath, then stepped out to close his eyes and tidy up his appearance.

It's night.

Summer brought a small bench and gathered with Antonio outside the giant's calamitous cabin.

Summer lit a charcoal fire and began to grill the fish.

Antonio hated fish as a food, and in his words, the meat didn't have many spines and stuck in his throat, so he held only a special wine glass with a glass of wine that the giants were proud of, and which was as bright red as blood.

Turning the fish over and sprinkling it with spices, Soumer roasted the fish while chatting with Antonio: "The wine of the giants always reminds me of a phrase I've seen before. ”

"What?"

"You never know if it's wine, blood, or crimson moonshine flowing in a blood consul's goblet."

Antonio savored the words, and raised his one eye to look at Su Mo, who was bowing his head and grilling fish.

The usual shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth, it was an indescribably beautiful smile, and the face that had not changed since the first meeting gave people the illusion that it had not changed for so many years.

"You really don't look like a Bloodline." Antonio said.

"Really?" Su Mo tilted his head slightly, and casually changed the topic, "Your employment period is still two years away, where are you going to go after freedom?" ”

Antonio fell silent.

Su Mo turned the fish over again, then looked up at him.

Antonio kept his head tilted slightly, his hollow straight eyes staring at some distant place.

Su Mo didn't bother Antonio, who was immersed in his own world, and lowered his eyes and continued to grill fish.

"Rokina."

He heard Antonio burst out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Rokina," Antonio repeated again, his thunderous voice lowered, "the word translates to homeland in the language of the giants. ”

"Hometown......" Su Mo also repeated in a low voice, subconsciously swallowing his throat, "Are you ready to go back to your hometown?" ”

"Hometown ......" Antonio put down his wine glass, and there was a rare trace of dazedness on his gray-dark face, "No......"

At this moment, his expression froze, and a tyrannical gaze suddenly appeared in one eye, and he was about to lose control-

On the other side, Su Mo was still calmly grilling the fish......

On this side, Antonio has skillfully and swiftly put on himself in the shackles, and the whole set of movements is smooth and pleasing to the eye.

The effect of the shackles activated, and his mind involuntarily slowed down.

Thinking sluggishly......

The sound is choppy and ......

Antonio says:

"Hometown......

"Yes......

"It's out......

"That's it......

"Never ......

"I can't come back......

"Place."

……

"Dear Zhou Mingrui,

"I had someone I knew for almost thirty years who died.

"This is not the first time I have faced death, but it is the first time I have seen a man die in front of me.

"It was a very ugly scene.

"And I felt at the time...... A novelty at first sight? Instinctive disgust? Or something else......

"What scares me the most is ......

"I didn't feel much sadness.

"Even when I look through his posthumous works, the nostalgia that comes to my heart overweighs the impact of that death.

"It's as if the perception of the entity has been lost......

Liu Cixin's work "Devourer" tells the story of an ant kingdom.

"The kingdom was preceded by a much larger empire, with ancestors dating back to the end of the Cretaceous period of Earth, and those ancestors built magnificent cities under the towering skeletons of dinosaurs......

"But those histories are too long, and all the last queen of the empire can remember is the arrival of winter.

"During that long winter, the land was covered with glaciers, and life became extremely difficult when it lost its vitality that had lasted for tens of millions of years.

"When she woke up from her last hibernation, the queen had awakened less than one percent of the Empire, and the rest had already slept in the cold.

"The empire's magnificent cities have been frozen, and the queen has decided to leave this territory left by her ancestors and find a freezing-free land to establish a new kingdom, firmly believing that a race that has lasted for 60 million years will not be extinct!

Although most of the members of the empire died in the bitter cold of migration, the queen eventually led a few survivors to find a warm piece of unfrozen soil.

"Faced with the glacial earth and the dim sun, the queen declares that a new great kingdom will be established here, which will last for all generations!

She stood under a tall white peak, and named the new kingdom the Kingdom of White Mountain, which was the skull of a mammoth, and it was noon at the end of the Quaternary glaciation.

"After 10,000 years of hardship, the Earth's glacial age ended, the earth rejuvenated, and the continents were once again covered with the green of life.

"In this new round of the Big Bang of Life, the White Mountain Kingdom soon reached its peak, with countless members and vast territory, and in the tens of thousands of years that followed, the kingdom experienced countless dynasties and created countless epic ......

"It was a living city, a large, three-dimensional city, with many floors, each with a labyrinth of streets, wide squares and magnificent palaces, and a well-designed water supply and drainage system and fire protection system.

"Cities have a complex social structure, a strict division of labor, and the whole society operates with a machine-like precision and coordination and efficiency, without drug abuse and crime, and without sinking and confusion.

But the members of the kingdom are not without feelings, and when a member dies, they show long periods of silence, and there is even a related cemetery, located on the ground near the city, buried to a depth of three centimeters.

"The most noteworthy thing is that on the ground floor of the city there is a huge library, which records the epic of the long history of the White Mountain Kingdom:

"You can see the feat of all the members of the kingdom who escaped from the fire in countless groups in countless groups in a forest fire;

"You can also see the century-long history of the war between the kingdom and the termite empire, and the record of the kingdom's expedition team seeing the sea for the first time......

But all of this was destroyed in three hours.

In order to excavate an "ancient" city buried 50,000 years underground, human excavators descended from the sky and grabbed the soil containing the White Mountain Kingdom.

"Everything in the Ant Kingdom is crushed in giant palms, and humans don't even know that they have inadvertently destroyed a glorious civilization......

"Am I an ant, or am I a human?"