Chapter 122 - Don’t Smash the World into Pieces
Chapter 122: Don’t Smash the World into Pieces
Ling Pingan stood at the door, sending off the foreign customer holding the book she had just bought and gradually disappearing into the fog.
He also felt that he was a little drunk.
He yawned.
When he turned around, he saw that the kitten Bastet was already lying on the blanket.
“Little guy!” He smiled and pulled down the shutter. “I told you not to be greedy!”
But then again, if it weren’t for this little guy, he would have missed out on such delicious food.
“The United States of America!” Ling Pingan picked up a crystal again and threw it into his mouth, quietly feeling the sweet taste. “It must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!”
“With a life, like living on a farm, and a relaxed life at the foot of the South Mountain…”
“If there’s a chance, I might be able to go there and take a look…”
Curiosity was a common hobby of the people of the federal.
After closing the door and turning off the lights, Ling Pingan held the iron box and walked up the stairs.
He casually threw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He yawned again, walked to the bedroom, jumped on the bed, and went into a deep sleep.
… … ..
Elizabeth walked out of the mist and looked back in the mist dissipating in front of her.
She raised the Holy Book of Steel in her hand.
The Holy Book of Steel emitted a bright light and unfolded the words full of truth in front of her eyes.
At the same time, the other book on her body, Gospel for Synthetic Beings, seemed to be attracted by it. It floated up on its own and released the light of steel.
The two kinds of radiance interweaved and fused.
In the end, the two books began to melt.
Finally, they merged into one book and fell into her hands.
Gospel for Synthetic Beings began to sing, “Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!”
The Holy Book of Steel also began to shine with the light of truth.
It allowed Elizabeth to have a deeper understanding and knowledge of the truth of steel and machinery.
She held this brand-new holy book devoutly. The immortal holy book is called the “The Truth of Synthetic Beings”.
She began to depart towards her steel altar.
She knew how to upgrade the steel altar to the mechanical shrine!
Besides flesh and blood and life, she also needed faith!
More faith!
The Great Spirit of all machines needed more faith, and the great bodhisattva Gatlin also needed more believers!
Only the devout faith of at least 100,000 believers could give the steel altar the possibility of evolution.
… … … ..
In a daze, Ling Pingan felt that his consciousness was drifting aimlessly in the world as if he was sitting on a swing.
It took him less than a second to drift from one side of the world to the other side.
“This world is so small!” He spoke.
However, dreams were always like this. They were strange and confusing.
Moreover, he was a little tipsy.
Even in his dreams, he didn’t want to open his eyes.
He just wanted to continue floating like this. The feeling of swaying was surprisingly good.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caressing his head.
In a daze, Ling Pingan opened her eyes.
A blurry female figure stood beside him.
“Mommy!” Ling Pingan shouted instinctively.
“I’m not your Mommy…” the figure gently caressed him. “You’re just a child born from my stomach…”
“Mommy!” However, Ling Pingan did not care and grabbed her warm hand.
“Child…” she asked softly, “How do you feel about this world?”
“It’s very warm…” Ling Pingan answered, “I feel very good!”
“The people here are all very nice!”
“Do you want to smash it?”
“Why would I want to smash it?!” Ling Pingan didn’t quite understand.
“That’s good!” The blurry figure slowly returned to nothing, but her gentle voice still came, “You have to remember the warmth of this world…”
“Don’t smash it!”
He woke up from his dream!
Ling Pingan opened his eyes and looked around. He sighed softly.
“I dreamt it again…” he sighed.
Every year, he might have such a dream.
He would dream of his mother or father.
And every time, they would remind him not to smash the world.
But the problem was…
Ling Pingan rubbed his head. “How can I smash a world? It’s not like it’s a glass ball…”
He sat up from the bed. It was already dawn, and the morning sun was shining down from the outside.
He understood that he would have such a dream.
It was because he missed them.
He missed the warmth of his childhood and the warmth of the family of three.
Unfortunately…
He couldn’t even remember the faces of his parents now.
He could only dream of vague figures and impressions in his dreams occasionally.
Therefore, every time he dreamed, although he knew it was fake, he still wanted to immerse himself in it as much as possible.
Unfortunately, even if it was a dream, it was a very short dream.
For this reason, he sought help from some psychologists and was diagnosed as lacking in love and possibly suffering from the traumatic stress disorder.
But the problem was…
He did not have any mental illness, nor did he lack love.
He could play games at a noticeably young age, and when he grew up, he learned to write.
His life was rich and relaxed, without the slightest bit of pressure.
Other than occasionally missing his childhood life, there were no other problems with him.
“I’ll go to the Federal’s Meritorious Service Cemetery to visit both of them in these few days!” Ling Pingan thought, “It’s been a long time since I’ve visited the both of them!”
“It was probably because he had that in mind, that it even subconsciously reminded me through dreams!”
That was probably the only explanation.
After thinking through this point, he was care-free once again.
After a simple wash, Ling Pingan thought of the peach tree that he kept upstairs, so he fetched some water and walked upstairs.
He pushed open the door and placed the plastic basin by the door.
A small sapling had already revealed its head and sprouted some tender branches.
It was small, like a cute little child, swaying gently in the breeze.
Ling Pingan felt that it looked happy.
He felt that this small sapling was like his child.
So, he sprinkled some water gently, then squatted down and looked at the small sapling. “Little guy, you have to grow up healthy and strong!”
“I’m waiting for you to grow up and eat the peaches that grow out of you!”
The tender leaves of the little sapling swayed gently as if it was answering.
Ling Pingan nodded, then turned around. He closed the door and went downstairs.
Before he reached the stairs, a text message came from his phone.
He picked it up and looked, and his face immediately twitched.
A text message appeared on his phone.
Aunt: Little Pingan, I’ll be back home tomorrow!
Ling Pingan gulped.
Why did his aunt have to come back so quickly?
Didn’t she say that she would stay in Beizhou for three months or even half a year?
Could it be that the speed of archaeological excavations nowadays was extremely fast?
But he didn’t dare to complain. He could only pick up his phone and obediently type a message: Got It! Aunt!