It is still the familiar interface of the earth's space, the blue ocean, like a large sapphire, floating quietly in the universe, exuding the luster of life.

After so many years, the earth has actually changed quite a lot.

The Western Continent was destroyed by the world's hunters, and the devastation of the nuclear bomb could be seen above the atmosphere. The intensity of the Third World War exceeded Zhang Ming's imagination, and the hydrogen bomb had become a conventional weapon.

Now the entire Western Continent is in the process of being rebuilt.

Fortunately, the Eastern Continent is still intact, as long as the scientific and technological system is not extinct, and the industry is complete, human beings are like weeds.

At this moment, Zhang Ming found the second candidate recognized by Gaia's consciousness, Qin Yiwei, like a statue that has lost its brilliance.

"Old Qin ......"

There was a faint sadness in his heart.

Siren has passed away, and before Zhang Ming has time to say a word to him, everything has been blown away by the rain and wind.

There are not many details known about Qin Yiwei's merits and demerits, and Zhang Ming has no way to evaluate them, but he believes that history will give Qin Yiwei a fair evaluation.

"When I go back, I'll put a stick of incense on you."

Zhang Ming felt the whim in his heart, but he couldn't contact all the beings through Gaia's consciousness, so Zhang Ming could only contact his old friend Wang Fumin again and ask him what happened to him, which caused his whim.

Wang was in a meeting in his office, and when he found that Gaia was contacting him, he immediately disbanded the meeting.

He couldn't help but be startled when he saw Zhang Ming's red eyes and his withered look.

Zhang Ming asked, "How is the earth?" ”

"It's going well on this side of the planet, nothing special happens. It's on your side...... Did it go well? Why is your face so ugly? ”

Lao Zhang smiled bitterly: "I successfully escaped from the abyss, but I got misrepresentation again, and it's been two months." Fortunately, it can still survive, and if it lasts for a few decades, it may return to the earth. ”

Misrepresentation!

Wang Fumin's pupils contracted slightly, don't look at Zhang Ming's understatement, he had heard about this terrifying disease on the snake man's side, and the mortality rate was ...... One hundred percent!

Yes, 100 percent!

Zhang Ming said again: "I hope you can pay attention to my relatives." ”

"I only have that one relative left, and the others can only be regarded as distant relatives."

After asking these words, his heart beat violently, and his hands clenched into fists with such force that the color of his palms turned purple.

"Okay, I'll call right now."

Wang Fumin is in a high position, and he has a lot of opportunities, and it is impossible to pay attention to how Zhang Ming's sister is living - it can't be bad anyway.

As for his former friend, Lu Tuyu, he passed away three years ago......

As for Zhang Ming's niece and great-grandson, they are really distant relatives, and they have almost no feelings.

After three minutes, Wang Fumin went back online.

His face looked a little ugly, and he didn't know how to tell this unfortunate truth to his friend who had "misrepresentation".

The number of distruths is as rare as that of transcendentals, and they usually die in a month, but Lao Zhang has been carrying it for two months, and he is very hesitant in his heart, for fear that he will aggravate his condition after he says it.

"Let's just say it directly, I'm at this age, and sooner or later there will be that day, and I'm mentally prepared. Even if you lie to me, what's the point? ”

"You see, I have a hunch." Zhang Ming's face tried to squeeze out a smile.

"She... Organ failure throughout the body, resuscitation in the hospital. Wang Fumin sighed.

For life and death, people of Lao Wang's age have already experienced it, and even in the war, they have experienced too much: "I have already booked a plane ticket to go over there to help you visit." If there is anything to do with me, just come to me, don't be afraid of trouble. ”

"I'll bother you."

Zhang Ming got off the line, covering his forehead, his heart pounding.

But there was not a single tear in his eyes.

Even though I know that it should be uncomfortable at the moment, it seems to be a kind of inertia in memory.

He didn't feel sad at all!

The horrific "misrepresentation" deprives him of his emotions, everything is meaningless, everything is a cage, and he is trapped in a vast and vast void.

Zhang Ming was extremely uncomfortable at the moment, what should be in his memory, there was a deviation from the current psychological fluctuations, contradictions, depression and various complex emotions accumulated in his chest, but he couldn't feel everything!

"Am I still me?!"

He couldn't help but go back to the deck, took a deep look at the blue ocean, and suddenly had the impulsive idea of "jumping into the sea for a hundred years".

It's as if you can just jump into the sea and everything will be free.

He glanced at the old dog with wrinkled sausages on all fours, basking in the sun, and raised his middle finger without smiling: "The dog is still strong, what am I anxious about!" ”

"It's your conspiracy, [long-cherished wish], you want to torture me slowly, don't you?"

Zhang Ming scolded at the sky and the ocean, turned around and returned to the cabin.

……

In the next three days, which may be the most difficult three days of Zhang Ming's life, he never slept or eaten, just waited.

For a transcendent, going three days without sleep is just a breeze.

But these three days were really hard to eat, my eyes were red, and my mental illness and the disaster in reality coincided and turned into a deep mockery.

Every now and then, he made a phone call, and the bad news eventually came.

"I'm sorry, I used all kinds of means, but I still didn't rescue it." Wang Fumin sighed, "At the age of one hundred and thirty-seven, it can be regarded as a long-lived old man in this era, after all, most people don't have any cultivation qualifications. ”

"She has a full house of children and grandchildren, there are no regrets, and we will take care of one or two of the descendants. Are you okay? ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Zhang Ming felt like he had lost his favorite beautiful pearl in his life at the moment.

But something had blocked his desire to find pearls...... He didn't feel the slightest bit sad and uncomfortable.

Please, feel uncomfortable, be sad.

Zhang Ming deeply felt the dividing line between humans and gods.

The war between humans and the demon god is like a galaxy separated by a galaxy, beyond the distance of the plane, and people use the speed of light to strike, and they shoot bows and arrows there.

Humans cannot challenge the dimension of the Demon God.

In the face of the terrible crush, he was powerless to resist, and he retreated, and found that he had lost the pearl, and he didn't even bother to beat his heart.

It's really embarrassing, Lao Zhang.

The people of the era of the Six Blinds spent their time in this despair.

Are you ready to take on the baton of the times?

"The number of distant relatives is increasing, and there is not much need to take care of them all the time. After all, people still have to rely on themselves, not rely on a title to get benefits all the time, that is just a moth in society. ”

A smile appeared on Zhang Ming's pale face, and he said a topic that he was not interested in: "Now the birth rate of children is 2%, right?" ”

"In some areas, the birth rate is 3 percent, or even 4 percent." Lao Wang saw the heavy dead qi in Zhang Ming's eyes, the gray-black dead qi spread its teeth and claws, overflowing in the seven orifices, corroding the flesh of this powerful friend, torturing his spirit, and turning him into a machine without any vitality.

But Lao Wang is not a psychologist, and there is nothing he can do.

There is no solution for dishonesty in all civilizations.

I could only bite the bullet and make a few small talks: "Now that everything is in ruins, the losses caused by the world's hunters are too heavy, and the amount of funds consumed to rebuild is too great." The government doesn't have so much tax revenue, so it has to revert to the old ......"

"Real estate?"

Wang Fumin said with a wry smile: "The framework of the coalition government this time is stable and long-term, and there should not be much change in the short term. The expectations of the people are the same, so the real estate in some stable areas is soaring, and only then can the government get a large amount of money in a short period of time for post-disaster reconstruction work......"

"Is it profitable to sell land? Times are truly a cycle. Zhang Ming heard a little familiar content, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

I didn't expect that a hundred years later, this familiar content still exists.

The world is wonderful.

Wang Fumin added: "But what is even more strange is that the collection of taxes on the rich around the world is gradually being banned. In fact, the tax on the rich is the political legacy left by Qin Yiwei. ”

"At that time, the whole world was iron-blooded, and the rich had no way to escape, but to be taxed."

"But now, the coalition government is just an alliance, and they can run back and forth between countries...... It is clear that real estate is still being taxed, but the tax on the rich has been abolished. ”

Zhang Ming said helplessly: "It's not unusual to think about it carefully, rich people definitely like to develop in places with low taxes." The rich bring jobs, and as long as there is competition between countries, this tax is really difficult to collect. ”

"This may be the way of man, the loss is not enough to give more than enough."

Zhang Ming found that from the perspective of grand narrative, his mind was actually very clear.

What is going on with human beings, there are some things that can't be corrected based on the bones, and he watches the fire from the other side, and it's clear.

As the saying goes, "dogs can't change to eat", human beings should be like this, and the traps they have encountered have to fall into exactly the same.

It's just that in terms of personal feelings, there is a serious deviation, and his joys, angers, sorrows, and joys are slowly disappearing.

Obviously, this is not a normal human mind, because grand narratives and personal trivialities are often contradictory.

Civilization is brilliant, life has evolved, and the history of hundreds of millions of civilizations has evolved, which is the broadest grand narrative.

The next layer is the grand narrative of the nation and the feelings of the family and the country.

And then it goes all the way down, and finally it becomes a trivial matter between humans.

At this time, there is a very scary thing, that is, every time you descend a level, as time progresses, those things that are extremely bad and extremely angry will suddenly become insignificant, like ants. How many people have died, and they are becoming less and less concerned, isn't this the state of dishonesty?

(End of chapter)