Pirates: Approaching Science

The sky gradually changes, and the night becomes full of stars.

Zhongming sat at the computer desk and looked at strange things from all over the world.

Zhongming, who was born in Shiji Village, Seymour, had an embarrassing past experience when he was young, but it was limited to the East China Sea area. Since he got older, Zhongming felt that he was exhausted and chose to return to his hometown to teach.

Now it is more than ten years ago from Zhongming's world.

When he was young, he was fierce and chivalrous, yearning for the outside world, and dreamed of becoming the world's greatest swordsman. Thinking about every bit of the past, Zhongming felt sad.

Although I am older now, the curious heart of my youth is still beating in my chest. As a former man of the sea, Zhongming is destined not to settle for mediocrity.

At this time, the computer is like opening a small window in Zhongming's dark heart. A ray of light shines into the bottom of his heart. Through this gap, Zhongming can peek into the outside world, an unknown world that he once longed for but had no choice but to leave.

Zhongming hungrily browsed the places described by netizens on the Internet. The islands made of cakes were all countries of doctors, the legendary empty island, the legendary island without men. One after another, the secrets that Zhongming had never heard were now like peeling off. Zhongming's eyes were filled with the sight of her naked body.

Zhongming posted some heroic deeds in the past on the web and lamented this unprecedented wonderful custom. A series of anecdotes on the Internet made Zhongming deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.

As time goes by, time is held tightly like an hourglass, but it is still powerless and can only watch time slipping through the gap.

A ding-dong sound came from the speaker, and a pop-up window popped up under Zhongming's computer interface. Your current consumption has ended. If you want to continue surfing the Internet, please renew.

Zhongming looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was already 10 o'clock in the evening. It was incredible that he had been online for so long.

At this time, Aixis walked to Zhongming thoughtfully and said with a smile: "Can the guest still renew the subscription?"

Hearing Aesis's question, Zhongming struggled for a while. His mind reflected on his wife and son waiting for him to return home. However, he had just managed to find a guide made by an unknown swordsman, which vaguely held the promise of self-breakthrough. Signs of swordsmanship.

On one side is the waiting of family love, on the other side is my struggling dream.

I have been trapped in the current bottleneck for more than 20 years. Now that I finally see hope, how can I give up so easily. The opportunity for breakthrough is fleeting. If you don't seize it this time, I'm afraid the next time will be far away.

Zhongming gritted his teeth, shook his head, and said stiffly to Aisis: "Excuse me, please add 4 hours."

Four hours should be enough to support your breakthrough. As for his wife and son, I will apologize to them when the time comes, Zhongming thought helplessly.

Aesis smiled and bowed: "Okay, Mr. Ono."

Zhongming nodded and turned his attention back to the swordsmanship strategy. He watched closely and continued, occasionally closing his eyes and taking care of each other based on his past experiences.

Seymour Zhiji Village, in front of a simple brick house on the far west side.

In the room, oil lamps flickered orange light from the windows of Naoko's house.

The door of her house was ajar, with a narrow crack of about 5 centimeters, and a ray of light from the kerosene lamp shone on the porch of her house.

Crickets and night toads chirped, dogs waggled their tails outside, and laundry flapped in the wind on the clothesline.

In the room, one child and one child were lying on the bed. As a mother, Naoko looked at Koushiro, who had just turned 4 years old last month, with a smile in her tender eyes.

Koushiro grabbed a corner of the quilt with his two small hands and looked at his mother timidly.

"Mother, why hasn't father come back so late?"

Naoko patted Koushiro's little head, leaned her head over, and rested her chin on Koushiro's forehead. She comforted him and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. Your father must be delayed by something. If you can't bear it anymore, Just go to sleep first.”

Koushiro curled up in Naoko's arms and said softly: "What about mother?"