Bird: K of Green

house well.The wheels are very hard, the shafts are jerky, and the straw ropes are frizzy.The king's spirit traveled across the water and went to the hinterland of the desert.The wind hummed and made noise, the brain and eyes were slashed by the sting, squeezed into a thin rice paper, ushered in the winter of hitting and killing, cracked and shattered, and finally put together and glued together.

The process of rebirth was a bit difficult, and I feel ashamed and sad.So we don't use the general word "attachment" to describe this life, lest we fail.That was about a very pure, straightforward, and stubborn half of my life.He is very stubborn and very vigorous.

It's amazing, — isn't it?

Liu probably talked for a long time.In this six-sided Rubik's Cube without time division, ideals and things related to ideals are like a dozen or so sections of a silent film. The boundaries between scenes are relatively obvious. There is no transition, but it is still coherent.The characters and their positions are interpreted very clearly.The narrator does not confided with the listener, but he is especially happy to see the truth.Liu always has the sincerity and sincerity different from ordinary people at certain moments, and drags half of his life to an outsider who is no longer too unfamiliar.

A story belongs to the writer until it is written or told, and then it belongs to the audience.

Liu spoke calmly and slowly, pausing a few times in the middle to confirm that the other party has absorbed, and then he continued.The story ends on a rainy night on March [-] in Kanagawa, and ends with a butterfly.Funny, it's punctured cocoons.Kimura felt very depressed, like tea, brewed a big bowl of hot water, and poured water gently, but she had to swallow it in one gulp, which made her esophagus sore.The thin downy tube was nearly twisted into a knot.

"You and I both believe in human possibility. It's part of our ideal."

Rolling blue eyes, looking up.

This blue flower is the sea of ​​frost.Thousands of nautical miles of glaciers cover the turbulent frozen sea, which is endless, desolate and cold.The steep peaks of cumulonimbus clouds stirred up thunder and lightning, and they also quickly froze, and the particles fell.This moist blue flower connects to the sea of ​​nerves hidden behind it, hunting and whistling.A polar bird that has not yet migrated is frozen solid in the reeds thousands of miles away in the barren land of glaciers.When the wind blows, the reeds and feathers sway, entangle and break together.

The flowing right eyelash trembled slightly.The body of the frozen bird was entangled by the endings of the brain neurons, and it was deceitful again, screaming wildly.The fork at the end is just like a broken reed stalk, with barbs growing horizontally.

"I think, it's very rare." Liu calmly suppressed the waves of pain, "At the same time, in order to realize our ideals, we allow sacrifices and inhuman behavior. Unlike me, you walk through the small The long secret passage, climbing vines and vines, may be because you are afraid of the soldiers ahead, so you didn't risk your life to fight." He stared at Kimura's slender red eyes, "This is actually normal, people can't make it if they don't do it. A certain behavior depends on only one influencing factor, and that is the consequences of the behavior. I mean, if you get along with the status quo to get you the outcome you want, then you might as well continue to compromise with the status quo."

These words seem to be the epilogue of the story.The reasons for a story to be written or told are always recorded in the postscript.However, Liu just used the deduced answer as a hint to the lady in front of him that he wanted to subdue.He was always direct, always open and honest.

The button of the ballpoint pen went up and down, held down by a pale thumb with a heavy knuckle.Its owner is hesitating to start writing, writing down his impressions on the back of the postscript.Listening impressions often have to be integrated into personal life experiences.

After struggling several times, Kimura finally opened his mouth and said, "Sir, maybe you have already imagined that you are the first witness of my ideal. I am very grateful to you for this. But I don't quite understand why you are so ignorant of me. Speaking of these?" She asked like this, her heart was as clear as a mirror.The reason why Master Bishui will talk about so many things is too simple, that is, Master Bishui wants to recruit her for some currently undetermined purpose.

"I see you think of myself."

Liu Zi knew that Kimura could predict the real reason for what he said to her last time, but he was not in a hurry to find out, he was always used to leaving room for the other party and himself, "You don't like to mention yours. So I’ll start with mine.” Liu moved his neck, which was aged and stiff from lying down for a long time, his brain swayed with the tilt of his skull, the swaying sea of ​​nerves covered the glacier, and a resurrected orphan flew over the sky. Lingling bird, "I remember you said—you are curious about me—I am a special existence? Hmm... so after you have ample research space and time, and you get the conditions of no one to interfere, you can't wait to start tinkering with me , the behavior is very reckless. Of course, I am willing to be messed with by you."

It's not an attack by any means, but it sounds more or less ashamed in the ears of the person involved.Kimura grabbed the hem of the white coat with his left index finger.Liu glanced at her state, and then said: "You took good care of me, Yukari, I thank you. Even when I didn't want to communicate with you at first, you didn't treat me differently because of Scepter4's position. And when I had hallucinations because of you, you were extremely anxious. You could have left me alone and watched me continue to have hallucinatory reactions, but you didn’t. I think you probably have a heart to benefit all mankind, so I’m sorry I have a special physique, so I need to become an experimental subject, you feel guilty. I am moved by this guilt."

"However, I'm afraid," Liu stared at the other party, "I'm afraid, we will die here alone, even if you have a vow of mercy, there is no possibility of it coming true."

Click, click, the click of the ballpoint pen stopped suddenly, and the silent shell shattered from the inside to the outside, and began to fall apart from the innermost part, clinging tightly to the head of the bed made of cold metal.Holding on to the column on the right, Kimura squatted tremblingly.When she stood up, she loosened the medical mask a little bit from behind her ears.Those simple buttons were opened one by one.The mask was gently taken off, under the cover of medical ethics, behind it was a 25 or [-]-year-old woman's face, ordinary and ordinary, with slightly peeled lips, trembling constantly.

"My lord," said cautiously, anxiously, "You are trying to comfort me, you are baiting me with ideals...I guess...you want to escape from prison, and you want to take me with you?!" She has always been sophisticated and good at dealing with The outside world hides itself, and is also good at trying to figure out the minds of others.When the heart wall she built behind the two soft peaks on her chest collapsed, and the secret she kept in her heart was discovered and excavated, she had no choice but to let go of her disguise.

The blue that flowed from the right eye was still moist.A wave of frost hit the ground from above the vast ocean, the sudden cold dispersed, and the frozen sea returned to temperature.

"That's what you said," Liu said happily. He likes to talk to smart people because they know how to use their brains. "And I agree with what you said. Yukari, I have always approved of you."

Liu knew that she would probably never devote her life to her ideals like him, but there was something in her that was necessary for a human being in the world, and Liu had already faintly noticed it, and that was compromise.It is true that the ideal is melted, and then "compromise" is added to cook, so even if it is realized, the original essence is missed.But it is by no means a path.In fact, after experiencing a failure, he gradually learned that the brand-new way of advancing was a compromise with reality.

Seeing the past than water, I'm afraid I'll be disdainful, I'm afraid I'll be ridiculed.However, the current situation is better than water - nothing can beat him.

Man needs love and tenderness, this is the Lord's will.The promise of Jehovah has not yet been fulfilled. We thought it was a delay, but in fact it is not a delay. It is a chance for the beloved son of Jehovah outside the Garden of Eden to meet the next chance of rebirth.

He has love and tenderness, and nothing can defeat him.Immediately, the day when Jehovah will judge the earth is coming, and the spirit of the king wakes up at the bottom of the sea.On that day, the heavens will make a loud noise, everything that is tangible will be melted away by the brilliant gold, and the earth and everything on it will sprout again.The gilt is bright, and the lush green is rooted under it.

"Our ideals will all come true. What kind of ending do you want, and what kind of behavior you want." Liu thought for a while and said, "For you, the part of your ideal that makes you cowardly should correspond to that part of your ideal that makes you cowardly." Related to 'artificial neurons'? - It is not difficult to manufacture cell bodies with modern technology, so if I am not mistaken, the hard part lies in the transmission of biological nerve electrical signals? - So, your initial drug intervention The experiment was carried out with my body, and Xu Zhen chose the right person. I think your ideal can be realized in my body first. After that, we may further improve it together," Liu hesitated, "and then push it out. "

— Pushing is impossible.Even if he succeeds, the fundamental reason is that he is faster than water.

Kimura closed his eyes, and the facial muscles were embedded in the thin seams between the skin and bones and trembled.She has no chance of mourning until she is 26, just like she doesn't know what she is mourning now.

The frozen village where she grew up, she walked the five-mile mountain road every morning, staring at the mist and morning light, and the school she was heading towards, together with waterfalls, rime, and rivers, were all frozen by wind and snow.The storm slashed across Hakkoda like a knife, and the mountain shale and snow corridors were all scarred by the wind knife.These scars are unique, and in the eyes of many tourists who come to see them, they are rare wonders.But in the eyes of people living on this land, it is a familiar and cruel living environment.As a result, the people there have been honed out for tenacity.

People can never rely on voluntary tenacity, but are forced out.

Walking on a fork in the road, my father's frozen face was wrapped in a greasy headcloth, a pair of black eyes glowed brightly, his unkempt beard was covered with icy scum, and the back of his padded jacket was full of blizzard debris.The hands holding the reins of the bullock cart were blown by the wind