technical type

All newborn babies can cry, but some have a hard time crying. The baby with a bright voice seems to be able to feel the stickiness on his body, and a finger is stuffed into his mouth. The male voice is hoarse He lowered his voice and said, "Don't cry."

The admonition in the voice is obvious and the meaning is clear, but a real baby would not know it, and even because of that gentle finger, he dare not completely block his voice channel, and he can still make a whimper or something.

However, the next moment, it was quiet.

It was so quiet that the sound of insects could be heard, which surprised the man who spoke. He took a second look at the newborn baby, wrapped him neatly in his arms with one hand, and stuffed him in his clothes. No, and no swaddling.

If the baby's eyes can see things, he will see what the scene is like now. The ruins are not enough to describe the tragedy. This is a scene that has only experienced the baptism of war, without the smoke of hot weapons, But there is another smell that is more choking than gunpowder smoke.

Severed limbs and broken flesh, the damaged corpses are like dolls that have been violently destroyed. The cotton filling was torn out, the skin wrapped in a layer of clothes was torn off, the eyes were gouged out, the limbs were cut off, and the head was chopped off. , all of them are almost intact, even the arrows that are much thicker than steel needles are still inserted there. The bodies of those corpses are like a kind of needle dancing torture, and many people seem to have turned into hedgehogs.

Accompanied by these are those broken wood and stones, some clearly shaped long sticks or something, some jagged wooden wheels or something, and those who can't judge the purpose at a glance, but know that they are made of iron-clad wood. The accessories scattered all over the place, such as the embellishments on the corpses and blood, make this piece of "gunpowder smoke" more concrete.

The place where the man hides is behind an overturned stone slab. Here, a disembowelled corpse lies there. The woman, just now, saw signs of activity from her belly that has been ripped apart. Only then did he further open the wound and fish out the fatal baby from it.

At this time, it seems to be the end. Who knows if there are any enemies who have left and returned, even those who cleaned the battlefield may not have really left. He can't make a sound. Wait, wait until it gets dark, wait I can't see anything clearly, at that time, maybe I have a chance to leave.

Thankfully, this baby is very obedient, otherwise... One of the man's arms has been broken. It was broken from the upper arm, and the stubble was broken. chance of survival.

A piece of blood-stained cloth was wrapped around the severed arm, which was the right arm, and the man with only the left arm did not have such a good one-hand bandage technique, so it was still a bit hideous exposed, but it might be with Due to the medicine, the bleeding has stopped and it looks ugly, but he survived.

survived.

I don't know how long it has passed, but in the silent waiting, the sky finally got dark, and the darkness enveloped the surrounding fields, and all the surrounding scenery could not be seen. In this night, there is no moon, and the light of sporadic stars cannot shine on the ground. It is a good time to escape.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, missing an arm, and looked like he couldn't even grasp his balance. He stumbled and walked around the once familiar city with one deep foot and one shallow foot, with only one remaining arm slightly protecting his chest, Let the baby in his arms fall, he has not made a sound, I don't know if he is still alive, but...

Maybe, there are only two of them left in this huge city, if they can live, let's live.

Four years later, four-year-old Ji Mo faced the problem of apprenticeship again.

[Main task: mechanism division. 】

[Current progress: He Weiwen (Master) - not completed. 】

"Mechanism Master, is that the Mechanism Master I thought of?"

Is it Lu Ban's kind of mechanism master who can make wooden kites that can fly for three days and three nights without crashing, or Mozi's kind of city defense mechanism?Or it is said that in the tomb robbery, there is often a backstabbing mechanism or something. What kind of mechanism is it?

Oh, by the way, there seems to be a wooden cow and horse, but this one is very mysterious. It can’t be an ancient version of a wooden sports car. Even if a wooden bicycle is driven by human power, it is a little unscientific, but it looks like an oriental version. Speaking of which, the Trojan horse seems to be carried away, and it is not the kind that walks and climbs by itself, so...

La Yuan's thoughts quickly returned to the second line of text, what is Wen, the name is nice, but neither Lu Ban nor Mozi should be named He. For Mozi, it should be Mo Di, the name of such a famous person should not be wrong in his memory, so, which family is "He"?

Although it is not the same world, maybe the mechanical sage will also change his ancestor, and the ancestor of the construction industry may not have the surname of Gongshu or Lu, but it still feels very strange!

It's like the sense of disobedience of splicing mistakes.

Preconceived thoughts dominate, and it is really not easy to break yourself over.

Little children, sitting on the stones by the river, looking at the "foreign" and sighing, the sun slantingly shines on the river surface, a piece of sparkling light, from time to time, from the interlacing of light and shadow, one or two people close to the water surface can be seen. silhouette of swimming fish.

"Brat, I want to eat fish again!"

The bearded uncle said so, put down the hoe he was carrying, took off his shoes, rolled up his trousers and stood in the river. He only had one arm to use, so his movements would inevitably be slow, so I saw him move, Ji Mo He knew what he was going to do, and the little face that was still a little sad just now was like spring flowers blooming, his hands were put together, and his big eyes were staring brightly, as if he had already made a complimenting expression and was ready to applaud. The exciting scene of waiting for a big fish to be caught.

If you catch fish with bare hands, I will ask you if you are good or not!

Anyway, Ji Mo thinks that the greatest pleasure in this boring rural life is the scene in front of him. It’s not that he is so rare, it’s really difficult for ordinary people with intact arms to do it. Watching a one-armed man do it Come on, it's very inspiring.

Especially the other party is still the uncle who raised him, and the uncle who has no blood relationship has a layer of closeness and joy psychologically.

Ji Mo, who is born knowing it, of course knows that he is not the son of the other party (probably not). Those who talk to themselves have betrayed the secret that someone wants to hide early on. Back then, he thought it over and decided on the title "Uncle" with great difficulty. Ji Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

I have long been used to changing the world and changing a pair of parents. I don’t think there is anything wrong with pretending that a child calls "father and mother" cheekily, but if it is really not, then it is better not to bark.

It is not a good habit to randomly identify parents.

"Wow, Uncle is amazing, Uncle is awesome, Uncle is amazing!"

The fish in the water was still a little dazed when it was caught suddenly, and it seemed that it took a moment to react, shaking its head and tail desperately, but at this time it was useless, the parabola passed by, the wrist turned, and the fish was thrown directly on the shore , fell on the rocks on the shore, even if he could flop a few times, it was just a flashback.

The applause of "Papa Papa" was not stingy, and one person had to act like a cheerleader. Ji Mo was full of joy, meat, meat, all meat!

No matter at any time, the appetite is always more straightforward, making it impossible to hide the joy in his eyes, shining brightly, as if full of sunshine.

"You brat, you just know how to eat."

The uncle cursed in a low voice, and seeing Ji Mo move quickly to pick up the fish, he also started to go ashore, one fish was enough for them, and they didn't need to catch so many.

"Aunt Lian's fish is the best, it doesn't have any fishy smell." As if he had already thought of how delicious the evenly seasoned fish was, Ji Mo swallowed as he spoke, feeling hungry just thinking about it.

The upper half of his hair was caught and tied with a cloth band. Some of his hair was broken like bangs. When he raised his face, he was even thinner than his age. The expression on his palm-sized face was always Rich, from time to time he pretends to be worried like an adult, making it even more funny to watch.

At the beginning, I raised this child, maybe it was just a companion, and I didn't think about how long I would raise it. Later, I couldn't bear to give it away after raising it, so I just stayed. It can only be called fate.

My feet rubbed against the hot stone twice, and most of the water has been thrown off. The remaining part is hard to resist, and it is quickly evaporated. I step on the shoes, kick As he walked, he did not put down the rolled-up trouser legs, and his wheat-colored skin was exposed, which was a shade lighter than the forearm, because he did not often bask in the sun.

Under the cover of the clothes, some lighter colors can be seen in other places. This person must not have lived like this before. Ji Mo saw him writing and drawing on the ground with a wooden stick in his left hand. The words are I don’t know it, but it belongs to the structure and rules of words, so people can understand that it’s not scribbling. As for the uncontrolled skew, there’s nothing I can do about it. He used to be right-handed .

It must be very difficult to start from scratch with the left hand.

Ji Mo never asked about the past, the past that smelled of blood. There is no need to delve too deeply into the past. For wounds that have healed, who can say that the lingering pain will not gradually disappear?If you have to tear it apart and apply medicine for treatment, and then say that the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, why not let the injury be repeated. If you have not experienced that kind of pain, what qualifications do you have to judge that the short-term pain is worse than the long-term pain?

Ji Mo doesn't like to probe into other people's privacy, maybe he will think about it, just out of curiosity, but it's a bit too annoying to really put it on the table to find out and think about it from his own perspective.

Can listening to someone else's pain make you happy?Can the same pain be alleviated by sharing it?He doesn't believe in that. As far as he is concerned, it is good for him to know some things. There is no need to say it, and there is no need to use those eyes to win sympathy. Isn't it good to simply live the future?