I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng followed Cangmu as they shuttled between the intricate and magnificent buildings.

The clouds gradually faded, the sun shone slightly, and the blazing light danced on Song Guicheng's handsome profile through the window with auspicious cloud patterns.

His stagnant thoughts slowly began to move as he walked, stringing together what Hao Yu had said in his mind:

Many years ago, he was in danger of his life and was on the verge of death. It was Wu Zhi who saved him, even at the cost of his own original power, causing damage to his body.

Song Guicheng's first reaction was when he was 10 years old, waking up from the hospital, weak and with a lot of memory lost. Everything he should remember and wanted to forget was washed away into a blank.

The only reason he is alive now is because of the energy Wu Zhi left in him.

"You belong to me." Song Guicheng murmured repeatedly the words Wu Zhi had said, and suddenly laughed at himself, not knowing whether he was laughing at his own self-sentiment or at himself getting what he wanted.

"elder brother?"

Cangmu turned her head in confusion when she heard the laughter, and saw that Song Guicheng's eyes were covered by the shadow of lines, revealing only half of his gentle and handsome face. His skin was pale and a little sickly, which reminded her of the snow in the painting. The corners of the lips of this brother whom she liked very much were slightly raised, but there was some unknown sadness in his smile.

"I'm here," Song Guicheng took a step forward, "What's wrong?"

Cangmu met those light brown eyes, and gentle questions slowly flowed out from them. She tugged at the corner of her clothes, shook her head, and replied: "Brother Jinghe is waiting for you outside. Lord Haoyu notified him last night to take you to see the clan leader today."

Song Guicheng nodded. Hao Yu probably learned something from the little girl, so he arranged everything properly.

The two of them walked around a few silver-white roads and saw the entrance they came in from yesterday. Jing He was standing on the bridge and looking over here. This time he was not wearing the hat on his head.

Cangmu activated the mechanism, and the pillars under the pavilion turned, making a slight sound. A faint vibration was felt under his feet, and it soon stopped. Cangmu signaled Song Guicheng that he could go down.

"Brother Song." Jing He looked at Song Guicheng coming over and greeted him.

Song Guicheng paused and looked at him strangely. Yesterday he was Little Brother Song, and today he is Big Brother Song. The seniority has been raised quite quickly.

Jing He explained, "I just found out yesterday that according to our calculation method, you are already in your seventies, about the same age as my eldest brother. It's not too much to call you eldest brother."

Song Guicheng twitched the corner of his mouth and found himself unable to refute. According to the calculation here, he was indeed over seventy years old.

The appearance of a twenty-something, the soul of a seventy-something.

Quite the contrast, love it.

Jing He led Song Guicheng across the suspension bridge, and the two chatted along the way.

Song Guicheng asked, "Do you have a brother?"

Jing He said, "Yes, I have two older brothers. My father wanted a daughter, but he didn't expect the next one to be a son, so they planned to have another one."

"Already alive?" Song Guicheng was surprised.

"They are not that old, so of course they will have more children," Jing He answered as a matter of course, "If they don't have children, how can our nation reproduce and survive, and who will protect our homeland?"

"Is it like this in every family?" Song Guicheng asked.

Jing He was puzzled: "Of course, if we don't have children, how can our nation continue?"

Song Guicheng nodded thoughtfully, and the two gradually came to the densely built central area from the remote edge of the area.

The suspension bridges here are crisscrossed and there are many forks in the road. It is easy to get lost if you are not careful. Fortunately, there are many signposts on the bridges.

Many people passed by them. Some looked at Song Guicheng curiously, while others stopped to greet them. There were both men and women, and their attitudes were very friendly.

"Is it your turn to go hunting today?"

"Yes, let's gather now."

"Be careful, the monsters are active now."

"I know. Just keep your mind at ease. Everything will be fine."

When the two talked, Song Guicheng was listening quietly. He found that the men here were basically over two meters tall, not the tall and thin type. They were muscular, tall and strong, and looked very capable and safe.

Most of the women are about the same height as Song Guicheng, and have similar body shapes, with delicate muscles. They are not as strong as men, but they are more flexible and agile.

Jing He said that he looked like a girl, and he was actually right.

Song Guicheng shed two lines of sad tears in his heart.

When many people who looked close to middle age looked at Song Guicheng, there was a kind of pity in their eyes. "This child is so thin, I'm afraid he suffered a lot in his childhood." He heard similar words along the way.

Song Guicheng: No, really not.

But it is obvious that this is a nation worthy of respect, full of vitality, simple and kind, strong itself but also sympathetic and tolerant of the weak.

Song Dynasty·The Weak·Return is very self-aware.

The clear daytime weather allows him to see more clearly the lives of the people here. Animal skins, meat and some vegetables are dried in front of almost every household.

Most of the men were out, and the women were either sitting in groups of three or four chatting, or doing housework or taking care of children.

It seems that a relatively simple lifestyle is still preserved here, with men going out hunting and defending their homes, and women taking care of household chores and raising children.

During the conversation, Song Guicheng learned that the women here have excellent physical fitness and recover quickly after giving birth. Moreover, their bodies can develop again after giving birth, becoming taller and stronger, so that they have more energy to fight against enemies and disasters.

He observed carefully and found that there were indeed a lot of children here, and they could be seen everywhere. However, they did not play on the bridge, but sat at the doorsteps of their homes, staring at this place eagerly.

"Children are not allowed to go on the bridge?" Song Guicheng retracted his gaze.

Jing He took a look and said: "Yes, but you need to be accompanied by your family. It's easy to fall if you come up alone."

Song Guicheng glanced at the gap between the cables and had no doubt about the truthfulness of his words.

"Can the family afford to raise so many children?" Song Guicheng saw that most families here had three or four children, and some had five or six. He was amazed at such an astonishing number.

Jing He looked like he was asking, "What are you talking about?" He said, "Of course the entire tribe raises the child together. Food, clothes, books, hunting skills, and ways of survival are all provided and taught by the tribe together before the child reaches adulthood."

"Children are not only the children of their parents, but also the children of the entire nation." Jing He said solemnly.

Song Guicheng blinked, not being surprised, but not unsurprising either.

From what I have heard, the place where this people live is like a paradise, an ideal world like utopia. They are united, friendly, help each other, understand each other, and move forward together.

However, the conditions for the existence of such a world are too harsh. Small groups, reasonable distribution, extreme cohesion and centripetal force, and extremely high moral requirements for individuals. As long as one person has an accident, the status quo will be broken.

The origin of all this is because the god in charge here is eternal.

The eternal effect on this land means that the nature of the people living in this world will not change or be erased with the passage of time. This state of life has continued for thousands of years without being broken.

Song Guicheng sighed imperceptibly, feeling that this was not a completely good thing.

Jing He asked him, "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng smiled and shook his head: "It's okay. By the way, what's the active period of that monster you mentioned?"

"Well, isn't it autumn now? The monsters are going to hibernate, and they must eat enough food during this time," Jing He smiled helplessly. "Unfortunately, we have to compete with them for prey, and even more unfortunately, our meat is very popular with them."

He touched his face, his eyes dimmed: "Many people die every year."

He tried hard to sound relaxed, but it was not hard to hear the sadness in his words.

Jing He looked at the mountains and forests in the distance. Under the sunlight, the endless forest was like a huge painting, green, deep, and mysterious, with infinite life and countless deaths intertwined in it.

Song Guicheng and he stopped to look into the distance. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "But the climate here doesn't change with the seasons, does it? Do monsters still need to hibernate?"

Jing He retracted his gaze and replied, "The climate has changed, but the order still exists." He patted his chest, "The order and laws of nature are not in their eyes, but in the instincts of their bodies."

"Well, I understand," Song Guicheng stood by the bridge, the corners of his clothes blown up by the wind passing through the suspension bridge, and his white silk shirt made a slight friction sound, "It's not that nature caters to them, but that they pursue nature."

Jing He was holding the rope and was amused by his serious look: "Brother Song, has anyone told you that you look like an old scholar?"

Song Guicheng looked helpless: "I am old, over 70 years old."

"You are over seventy years old, in your prime!" Jing He patted his shoulder, raised his chin and pointed ahead, "We are here, the ancestral hall of our clan."