Vol 2 Chapter 392: New life

In the Pure Land of Bodhisattva, Leviathan star and countless small spacecraft appeared on the back of Mount Xumi.
The news of the reincarnation of the Pure Land was transmitted to every inhabitant through the broadcast system. From the poles to the equator, from the star core to outer space, including the engineering spacecraft that originally operated on the outer planet, everyone was boiling.
There really is a pure land!
Now they don't know that every once in a while, the planets in the Pure Land will converge on Mount Xumi to fight between good and evil, but escaping from a dying universe is undoubtedly exciting for the desperate.
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Lu Zhengkang took Selana by the hand and walked along the sea of ​​flowers on Mount Xumi. They would pass by some tombstones from time to time.
Serana asked: "Who are buried here?"
"Some lucky people who came to Mount Xumi."
"This place is a tower?"
"Yes."
"Will we be buried here after we die?"
"of course."
"I also want to see other planets."
"Then I will accompany you too."
"Will you continue on the journey next?"
"Yes."
Selana suddenly became angry, and put her arms around Lu Zhengkang's neck, and put her face on Lu Zhengkang's cheek. "No, you will fall in love with other people."
"This..." Lu Zhengkang mumbled, and picked Serana in his arms, "You are so heavy." He pretended to be unable to bear to eat, lying on his back on the ground, the woman fell him full.
Selana laughed, "You are not sincere. Don't interrupt, just say, what if you fall in love with other people?"
Lu Zhengkang pondered for a while, "Isn't it good to go with the flow?"
"Do you want to empathize? Don't fall in love?! Wow, see if I don't teach you!" Selana wowed and squeezed Lu Zhengkang's face.
"Why not, I erase all the memories of love, and I will just be an ordinary person in the next life. How about living an ordinary life?"
"No, what if you are bullied?"
"Then I will leave a tower for the next life."
"That's not bad." Serrana moved in front of Lu Zhengkang's chest and lay down on her back. The two looked at the beautiful stars in the fragrant and eternal epiphany.
"When shall we have a baby?"
"whatever."
"Is that a boy or a girl? What's the name?"
"Both men and women are good, as for the name... it's Jonas."
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June 21, 2077, China, Southeastern Province, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Linhai New District.
The temperature was 21°C and the light rain turned fine.
This year's Meiyu came a little earlier, so some strange remarks began to circulate on the Internet. Lu Jiande held his mobile phone and watched it with gusto.
As a third-level member of the social credit system, he has a relatively large "information popularization zone" on the virtual network, which means he can see and publish some topics that may violate citizens' scientific literacy.
There is a video released by a private self-media called "New Technology Foresight". The title stated that the delay of the rainy season in Jiangnan was due to the failure of the national climate and weather control system. Of course, this is officially recognized, but the content in the video says that The Dyson cloud system on the sun blocks the global climate disturbances caused by solar radiation on the earth. To put it right, I also take several tornadoes and thunderstorms on the opposite side of the United States of America (the United States of America). All viewers who care about the earth liked the video.
Lu Jiande smiled and said well, but I will report it first.
"Don't look at the mobile phone. Dr. Zhou said that we had better go to the district hospital before 8 o'clock this evening." Sun Hui came down the stairs on the second floor with her pregnant belly. She pressed the Bluetooth headset and heard a ding.
"After we go out, remember to sweep the floor, dump the trash, and turn off the central air-conditioning." Sun Hui babbled about home smarts while checking her Kun bag.
Before his wife came to nag him, Lu Jiande took the initiative to tidy up the coffee table, gathered magazines, and put the peel and confetti into the trash cans.
Sun Hui coughed, showing an expression that counts you. Lu Jiande hurriedly squeezed out a simple and honest smile. He was a dog on weekdays and was able to comfortably use his mobile phone at home thanks to his wife's maternity leave.
Everything was ready. Lu Jiande went out with his wife who was about to give birth. They held hands and maintained the posture of a model couple. They crossed an intersection side by side, smiled and greeted neighbors around them, took the elevator down the subway, and then lined up. The capsule track train.
Capsule trains are public transportation. In first-tier cities, in order to solve the problem of traffic congestion, only national talents with social trust level 5 or higher can apply for private cars.
There are up to six people in a capsule. Sun Hui is a pregnant woman. After applying in advance, she was given a separate carriage and equipped with an emergency medical machine.
Lu Jiande went to the console to enter the destination, Sun Hui turned on the radio station, and the familiar music came - the news was broadcast.
Lu Jiande smiled, "When I was a kid, I liked listening to the news and doing homework. At that time, my dad would sit on the bedside with "Three Kingdoms" and watch me while reading."
Sun Hui laughed, "Little idiot, you still need parental supervision to write an assignment."
Lu Jiande argued, "It's only occasionally. I didn't have self-control in elementary school."
The couple are busy on weekdays, except for the frequent exchanges when they were in love during their school days, they can hardly say a few words. So each has some interesting things in the past to share. It took a long time to talk in such a relaxed manner, and both of them were in a trance for a while.
The capsule train is a fully-automatically controlled rail car. It is uniformly controlled by the train system covering the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang city. The response speed is under 100 nanoseconds. During peak periods, it can run at an average speed of 800 kilometers per hour on a 100-meter track. Sixty independent carriages ~EbookFREE.me~ The carriages are very quiet. Outside the windows are the lights of the subway track, and some billboards are basically advertisements placed by technology companies.
"My son's name, shouldn't it?" The couple had just had a B ultrasound not long ago, and the couple knew that their first child was a boy.
Sun Hui held his belly, the baby in the mother's womb, heavy, lively, pressing the internal organs, as if it were an organ, but she could feel that he was individual, thoughtful, not chaotic, that was Her treasure, not just a piece of meat.
"Isn't it good for parents to discuss it together?" Lu Jiande vaguely understood that his wife was a little anxious about prenatal, but the desire to survive was not strong enough, and the answer was not on the idea.
Sure enough, Sun Hui yelled at him, and immediately began to talk about what child was born to me, I think of whatever name I named Yunyun, she talked about some childish words, her face was full of spirit, as if she had returned to her childhood in the spring. .
Lu Jiande's brain has been occupied by formula data for a long time, but he suddenly felt that there is a lone boat carrying a full river of stars and moon riding the wind and waves, causing his rational and stubborn thinking to tremble and break. With the words of the wife, every time she breathed, the small hairs on her cheeks trembled in the wind blowing from the train air conditioner, the perfume on her body, and the smell of shower gel in her hair. Female-but he felt that his shallow logic could not carry the weight of her life.
Lu Jiande smiled and nodded, but his eyes were out of focus.
Sun Hui was stunned for a while, looking at her husband's deep expression, after a while, she realized that he was hilarious again.
"Hey, fool."
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