Chapter 19 Luo Ying

When death came in front of them, Luo Ying and Chenia thought of the same memory.It was a terrible moment on earth, and it remained in their hearts for a long time when they were young. It was a public holiday, and people flocked to the seaside for vacation. There were few people in the city. With great difficulty, a dozen or so members of the Mercury Group flew to Bangkok from all over the world and rented a cheap cargo airship. Floating aimlessly in the mid-air of the city.The cargo blimp was slow, wobbly and unstable, but the cabin was spacious enough for them to sit comfortably in a circle and play poker.Luo Ying sat cross-legged at the stern, the boys were laughing and arguing, the atmosphere in the cabin was lazy and joyful.Outside the porthole is a high-rise building with steel and iron frames. They flew to the height of the center of the building, and the sun shone on the corners of the building.

Such a lazy afternoon was broken by an accidental moment.At that time, Luo Ying casually glanced out the window, just in time to see the person who fell from the building.Several other people also saw it, and their movements stopped.It was a man, his teeth and claws flashing past their airship, his clothes were plucked up by the wind, his face stiffened in a distorted posture, like a frozen and distorted engraving, which strongly caught their eyes.Luo Ying was startled, and leaned over to the window, wanting to see what happened, but there was a dark abyss below, and she couldn't see anything clearly.In the city, the roof cannot see the ground, and the street cannot see the sky.Luo Ying was terrified, Suo Lin beside her hugged her, and gently covered her eyes.

A few minutes later, they saw from the updated message board on the Internet that it was a pharmacist who committed suicide. It was rumored that he could produce a special drug against the KW32 virus. Investors were generally optimistic about it, and they bet their money on him. The value has been soaring all the way, but the result of the forecast has been delayed again and again. Investors have spent a lot of money, but they have not been able to produce satisfactory results.His worth once reached the peak of the market, but it fell to the bottom two days before his suicide, which made countless investors deeply trapped.Investors were full of resentment, and he finally couldn't bear the pressure.Under the message of death, a warm-colored friendly reminder was posted on the message board: Be cautious in investing, and don’t take out some cutting-edge research easily, otherwise it’s easy to leave empty-handed.

It was the first time they had seen death like that.That night, they wandered outside all night.First I stayed in the tavern facing the street until midnight, and then I started walking and walking.The streets are already quiet, and there are no people at night, even the street lights are scarce.Long Ge took off his clothes and put them on for Luo Ying.When it was close to the early morning, they were very hungry. They found a rare small shop that was not closed, and ate something indiscriminately. The man drinking alone and the woman with messy rouge in the small shop looked at them with strange expressions.None of them mentioned the events of the day again, but everyone was depressed.They know in their hearts that no one understands research better than they do.Research is a trial and error of luck, not an investment that is bound to pay off, and no one can survive in such a schedule network.

At that time, they missed their homeland very much.They knew there was no such pressing pressure on homeland research and exploration, so they assumed that such a thing would never happen on homeworld.But they were wrong. When the memory came, Luo Ying suddenly discovered that it came on a place that she never expected.Before she had time to carefully sort out everything in the past, the reality and memory overlapped, and a picture was forcibly retrieved from her memory bank, giving it a new meaning.All this exceeded her expectations. What does Luo Ying expect from her homeland?She didn't expect it to be as rich and full of flowers as the golden Garden of Eden. She knew it was barren, narrow, and dangerous, and it was always on the verge of life and death. Everyone must carefully save materials. She always knew this, but she used to Fantasy Homeland is a peaceful place, a place where the heart is at ease, and a place without those crises.She remembers that everyone in her hometown has enough food and clothing to fulfill her hobbies and dreams. There is no work that squeezes every second, and she can allocate her time independently.How leisurely and free all this is in memory.But now, the surroundings seem to have broken through her memory.It is not as simple and comfortable as imagined. It still has many competitions, many invisible constraints, and many suppressions that have to be obeyed. It even binds everyone to the nodes of the circuit, unable to move.There is still death in it, there is strife, and there are righteous people who are not happy because of prejudice.What kind of world is this, and why is it so difficult for people to live in like another world?

Dr. Rui Ni said that he wanted to be a person face to face with others, Luo Ying thought, what about me? Dr. Rainey is not an actor, and Luo Ying is not sure if he should be.She hesitated whether to participate in the next action.This is a big choice.At first she didn't want to participate, but later she wanted to, and all the props were made for her. Now that she talked with Dr. Rainey, she doesn't want to participate anymore. Luo Ying was sitting by the window, looking at the sky, two choices crossed in her heart and prevailed, unable to make a choice for a long time.The death she witnessed was like a knife piercing the curtain of life, a huge hole was cut in the memory bank, and many fragments poured out like a flood of broken gates. She sat outside the world and watched herself wandering.

She thought back to the last time she participated in a team sport, it was a memory of acting with friends from Earth.She is followed by the Regressionists, a group of extreme environmentalists who are keen on various ancient ways of life because of environmental protection, trying to demolish the modern city.In the days when almost all uncivilized primitive peoples are gradually disappearing in the 22nd century, this kind of enthusiasm has a very extreme sense of belief in novelty. Because it is too rare, it is extremely mysterious and attractive.They are very young people who have launched various resistance activities around the world against what is becoming an increasingly unstoppable movement in big cities.At that time, the cities on the earth were expanding and getting bigger and bigger, bringing together all the scattered people, living in a centralized place, and reducing traffic energy consumption.It was supposed to be a response to energy pressures, but regressionists disagreed.

"It's just that the desire is endless!" they said, "it's not necessary at all." At that time, they were sitting in front of the tent on the plateau, around the bonfire, and Luo Ying listened with her head up. "How much energy does it take to build such a super city?" A big boy explained to her, "How much does it cost to maintain the remote environment? The simple towns in the past are so good, scattered scattered, that's the best How do you say that a small town can’t satisfy your life? Why do people have to run from a small town to a big city? It’s not because of endless desire! Desire is the root of all depravity. The earth is originally a paradise, but people fall with desire, you see now How has the earth been destroyed!"

Luo Ying nodded with a half understanding. "We want to fight against the extravagance of all desires while we still have a little pure blood, and tear down their dreams." They are always filled with righteous indignation. "We're going to demonstrate, we're going to tear down those bad buildings, we're going to go back to nature, we're going to shout out our anger, we're going to make our voices heard." Luo Ying thought for a while and asked, "Can't you talk to the government?" "We don't trust them," they smiled. "You're the granddaughter of a dictator. You trust the government, but we don't."

When Luo Ying asked these questions, she actually didn't care about the answers.At that time, she had traveled long distances with them to the deserted plateau continent, cooking vegetables in an iron pot in the eternal snowy sunshine, sitting at the door of the tent and looking up at the rare stars.She didn't know their purpose, but she waved the flag and shouted with them.She is like a child simply going to play, not asking about the way and direction, but running forward excitedly without hesitation.Now think about how intoxicated and happy those days were.Those days when she was happy to devote herself wholeheartedly without thinking about it, and the days when she followed the group of firm and passionate idealists to demonstrate and wave flags, in her opinion now, how happy they are.That time they were finally arrested collectively for destroying the airport on the high ground. After three days of crowded detention, they were repatriated to various countries. They ended the action with a not-so-beautiful but vigorous ending. Ben things.

Thinking of this, Luo Ying suddenly jumped off the ground, ran barefoot to the screen by the wall, and opened the mailbox. Luo Ying wrote these down, clicked send, and sat blankly looking at the pattern of the letter going away.She realized she still needed to act.She doesn't really care much about the system.This or that system doesn't make that much difference to her, and the evil of the system that makes Chania righteously indignant doesn't feel that way to her, she is only attracted by the action itself.What she likes is to see the frank vitality bursting out of a person's body in that kind of action, which is released in an instant, unlike the usual many restrained, wronged, and full of decorations. In that kind of action, a person It is vivid and powerful and one with its own will.She envied that state. She thought about their actions and made her final decision.She felt it was worth the effort anyway.She was eighteen, standing on the edge of a world that didn't satisfy them, and this might be their only chance to fight it.After much deliberation, she decided to participate. ※※※ The last discussion before the action was in the place where Luo Ying most wanted to step in and least wanted to step in - her father's study.Lu Di invited Chenia and Luo Ying's other friends involved in this matter to come to their home to discuss.Luo Ying was taken aback, she didn't expect her brother's hospitality to be so serious. Luo Ying was a little hesitant. After these days, her father's study had become a deep garden in her mind.She hadn't stepped in there for a long time, she didn't know what she was afraid of, certainly not the souvenirs belonging to the dead, but she just didn't want to face directly the things she had desperately pursued.Perhaps it was because the initial pursuit was too hard, so it was easy to go to the other extreme when encountering setbacks.She followed her brother and opened the study door, silent, her steps slightly slow, passing by Chenia, Longe and Sorin, no one noticed her hesitation. The room was still cool and quiet. Paintbrushes, carving knives, and teacups and saucers were lying on the rectangular table against the wall, still as if a lively feast had just ended, and everything was hazy like an antique.Sunlight slanted in from the window, through the turquoise window frame, refracting a circle of cold and quiet arc light.Where the sun does not shine, the shadows extend far and wide, making the light by the window more obvious, giving it a holiness beyond the world that cannot be seen at night. "Sit down." Lu Di greeted the others. Luo Ying was shocked when she saw them sitting down one by one.They were scattered around the bookcase, my brother was close to Chenia, Sorin and Longo sat opposite them, some were leaning on the shelf, some were standing on the shelf, with their arms on their legs, everything, their positions, gestures and expressions, They all coincided with the childhood memories in her fuzzy remaining mind.That's where she was when she was a child, leaning on the shelf beside everyone and watching silently, and that's how the happy people sat around, discussing some things beyond reality with high spirits. Luo Ying looked at them.Chenia turned her head sideways, looked up at the paintings hanging in the room for a week, her hair fell like a waterfall, her expression was full of curiosity and excitement.Sorin and Longe had already begun to look at the titles on the bookshelves, and although they didn't touch them, their eyes penetrated the spine of the books, discussing in low voices.Lu Di stood leaning on the bookshelf, looking tall and tall. He was wearing casual clothes today, tall and handsome, with a proud smile on his mouth. "Is there a date for your action?" he asked Chenia. "Not yet. It tends to be in four or five days." "How about Sunday?" Lu Di suggested, "There will be a council meeting that day, which will attract more attention." "Will that be too provocative?" Thorin was a little worried. "It's okay." Lu Di said, "I guarantee your safety will be fine, it depends on whether you dare to act positively." Chenia raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Why don't you dare?" Luo Ying didn't interrupt, she didn't want to talk at all.She just fell into a trance where time and space intersected, and it seemed unreal to look around.The brown bookshelves are covered with golden sunlight, and the photos on the wall automatically play like a reflection of reality.Mother with black hair and black eyes gave a speech passionately in the air, and father sat across from him with his hands on his knees and discussed in a low voice.They stood beside them now, smiling brightly, looking through her body.There was another man, a short, dark, curly-haired man named Arthur.Her memories of him are very shallow, but she can remember him touching the top of her head and telling her stories about Sinbad the Sailor.Their faces and figures are frozen in the air, breathing around them like transparent ghosts.The mesa by the window passes through time, and the unfinished statue is bathed in the light of a decade. "I'm not afraid of going any day," Chenia stared at Lu Di, "I just want to know why you help us like this." Lu Di smiled slightly: "Do you want to hear the truth?" "certainly." "One reason is, I think I'm in love with you." A smile appeared on the corner of Chenia's mouth: "I don't believe it. Thank you." "Another reason is that I agree with what you said." Lu Di didn't take it seriously, and still smiled calmly, "Actually, I have long wanted to propose reforms to the system, but I have always been afraid of being too harsh, and I have never said it to anyone. I agree with all the ills you mentioned, the rigidity of the organization, the single approach, and the lack of individual freedom. You mentioned the administrative agency like a circuit. In my opinion, it is not just the administrative agency, but all agencies have circuits. The same control, no freedom for people, from one laboratory to another, just a part of the same link, functioning according to design, no need for a soul. I have long wanted to initiate similar reforms. We all demand a more The good world must not turn a blind eye to its flaws." "But," Sorin said with a frown, "I think you've expanded our claim, and we didn't intend to go that far. The engineering organization is too complicated, and we didn't intend to get involved. Not to mention that there is no laboratory free contact declaration project now. system?" "Yes, but I'm afraid you don't understand." Ludi said, "If you think of each laboratory as a component, a resistor-capacitor quantum transistor, or whatever, then the so-called free combination is spontaneously integrating itself into the circuit, Competing to be part of the next big circuit, and once the project is established, all that's left is repetition and obedience. Do you know who benefits from this? Only the old ones who have achieved success. Once they master the design of the next generation of social circuits They will use their identities to make people follow the track they have drawn. Their power is too great. The problem you are talking about is not just an administrative problem, but a problem of social operation philosophy. Since we want to initiate action, You can’t shrink back, you have to be direct, sharp, like a knife directly into the heart of this world.” No one spoke, silence waited.Chenia narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Lu Di thoughtfully.Thorin and Longo glanced at each other. "I think the problem you mentioned." Longge interrupted suddenly, "The crux lies in the fetishism of great achievements." Lu Di asked cautiously: "Then what do you think?" Longge did not answer, but continued to ask: "But we don't know what you want to do." "What do I want to do?" A black light flashed in Lu Di's eyes, he smiled, walked slowly to the wall on the other side of the study, flicked it slowly with his hand, and quickly clicked on the small screen Several options, then swiped down hard, pressed a button, and at the same time slid his arm across the entire wall, as if waving a burning picture on the wall with his hand, the voice said calmly: "What I want to do is I What parents used to do. A revolution." Luo Ying took a deep breath. She stared at the opposite wall.There are old photos on the wall.In the photo are her parents, with clear faces and passionate expressions, standing side by side, tall and tall.They wore the dresses for the ceremony, but the neckline and cuffs were open casually, looking gorgeous and slender but not slovenly.Behind them, two tall mechanical prospecting vehicles crouched and lurked like two ferocious beasts, quietly waiting for orders. A huge poster hung from top to toe on the body, with flags, statues, and crowds painted on them, and a huge "We Do not corrupt oppression". The photo was played quietly, and more people appeared on the screen, some people swarmed forward, some waved their arms to speak to the crowd, some raised the flag with animation playing, and some surrounded Kang Tan and Adele stared at them.In all the pictures, there are slogans and witticisms such as "Be equal" or similar meanings. The crowd that appears is not large, but there is a kind of enthusiasm like boiling water that has been thrown out of the picture. Luo Ying was dumbfounded.She walked slowly to the wall, as if to walk directly into the picture.Lu Di had already left the screen and returned to the discussion, and the discussion started again. Chenia seemed to say something, but Luo Ying didn't hear anything.She reached out and stroked the wall, as if touching the faces of her parents at the end of time through the picture. She suddenly remembered her glasses, so she ran to the door and put them on.It had been a long time since she had entered the holographic image space, and there was no moment in the holographic world that tempted her to enter like this moment.She put on her glasses and concentrated on looking around in the three-dimensional world suddenly built by the photos. She overcame the temporary dizziness and tried to identify the scenes and people around her. There is no parental meeting place around her, nor is there any parental presence.Maybe it was a wrong choice, or maybe there was no holographic version of the photo just now, and the program automatically positioned the others for her.In short, she didn't see the scene she wanted to see, but fell into a solemn but somewhat gloomy hall, with many people sitting silently around.She recognized it as being in the Senate Hall.The surrounding silence seemed very deliberate, and there was an oppressive atmosphere spreading around. It's not a scene she's interested in.She was about to leave and went back to the folder to look for the photos of her parents again, but at this moment she saw grandpa.He entered through a side door and sat down on the rostrum with steady steps, followed by a group of uncles.He spoke, but she could not hear him.There is no sound in the photo, or there is sound but she can't find the switch.She only saw that his face was very calm, only vaguely revealing sadness, tiredness and guilt. He seemed to be making a statement, and he seemed to be confessing to all the audience.He took off a shiny golden badge on his chest, quietly placed it on the table in front of him, and looked around the audience. Then she saw Uncle Juan.She didn't know what happened, but felt that there was a big turning point in the picture.Uncle Juan stood up suddenly from his seat and made a gesture, and everyone present followed his hand and looked up.Luo Ying couldn't see what they were looking at, she could only see that Uncle Hu An's face was very stern and aggressive, with a toughness and sternness that no one dared to challenge easily on his black and bright face, he waved his hands to suppress the audience. She wanted to watch it again, but all of a sudden, the screen went black. She took off her glasses and saw her brother standing in front of her.He turned off the control panel, and the wall beside him was empty.He took her glasses, and she wanted to take them away from him, but he calmly put them back into his pocket, with a calm expression, but with an unquestionable determination.He shook his head at her with a gentle but condescending expression, as if to say "Listen to me, I'm doing it for your own good". Luo Ying was annoyed and shook her head angrily.Since the skirt incident, what she dislikes her brother's attitude the most is the self-assertive "I'm for your own good".She looked at him longingly, but he had already turned and walked out of the room.She caught up with him, and only then noticed that several other boys and girls had already left the room before them, and the room was empty again, as if no one had ever been there. "Brother," when going downstairs, Luo Ying stopped by the railing and called Lu Di, "what's going on?" "What's going on?" Lu Di turned around and looked up at her slightly. "The images I saw." "I don't know what you saw." "Brother, what happened? Why is your attitude different? You were against the revolution two months ago." "Have it?" "Yes. When I asked you why grandpa banned demonstrations and revolutions, you said it was too dangerous and should be banned." "Oh." Lu Di didn't show any expression. After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "Maybe I said it. But I can't remember it." Luo Ying hesitated for a while and said, "I think you've changed." A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Di's mouth and said, "I know what I'm doing." They went downstairs silently, and Chenia and the others had already reached the door, nodding and waving to them.Lu Di and them seemed to have an appointment again, but Luo Ying was not in the mood to listen.Numerous images hovered in his mind, as if they had replaced the real surroundings. ※※※ The next day, Luo Ying came to the No. 1 Flight Center in the North District.This is her first time here.The building of the flight center is magnificent, with few people. The vast hall is surrounded by forty silver-gray columns, and the ground is criss-crossed with static slideways.There are instruments and equipment running automatically around the hall, quiet and orderly. Luo Ying saw Anka from a distance, he was busy alone and didn't see her.This day was the day when he was on duty. Luo Ying found out from the published schedule that she came by herself without saying hello to him in advance.Anka's back was facing her, with her head lowered as if she was repairing something, her bent back looked broad and flat.Luo Ying walked gently through the hall, and there were two brand new planes lying in the spacious storage space, silver and white, streamlined and slender, with a smooth and shiny appearance, looking like two stranded dolphins with perfect lines.The tall steel frames are set up around the hall, and the mechanical arms are carefully retracted, with a majestic dignity.There was no one in the hall except Anka, and the flickering monitoring lights on the wall seemed to be a conscious companion. Anka was by the shelf next to the side wall, kneeling on the ground on one knee, with his elbows spread out, and he was assembling something with his hands.In front of him, a disassembled white part lay in two halves, like two open eggshells, one half was almost empty, and the other half was densely packed with electronic components. "Anka." Luo Ying called him softly. Anka turned her head back, a little surprised, and wiped the sweat on the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, making the tip of her nose dirty. "Are you still repairing planes?" "Hmm. Navigator." Anka spread his fingers and pointed to the ground. "It's almost over." "You can fly after that?" "I hope so." Anka sighed. Looking at his tired but focused face, Luo Ying didn't know how to comfort or encourage him. "Did you do it all by hand?" "Of course it won't work," Anka shook his head. "The small parts of the integrated seal can't be opened. It's all done by the mechanical arm during the operation time applied for at the maintenance station." "Amazing!" "Otherwise, what can we do?" Anka smiled helplessly. "Is Captain Fitz still refusing to give you the plane?" "Ken. But let me do a public review." "Is that so..." Luo Ying stopped asking. Anka looked at her, smiled disapprovingly, squatted down again, and started to work with his hands.Luo Ying sat on a small toolbox beside her and looked at him quietly. "How did you remember it today?" Anka asked while repairing. "There are... two things." Luo Ying said, "One is to ask you, what kind of person is Uncle Juan in the flight system?" Anka raised his head and stopped with his hands. "Why do you ask this?" Luo Ying gave a rough overview of what she saw, and then added: "I don't know why, but Uncle Hu An always gives me a different impression every time, sometimes he is so good-tempered, and sometimes he is so fierce. I don't know I know what happened that time, so I want to ask you." "I haven't heard of this either." "What does Uncle Juan look like in the system?" "He..." Anka thought for a while, "he is a thoughtful person. But he seems to be an anti-moralist person." "How do you tell?" "I can't tell, it's just an impression." Anka paused and added, "He doesn't talk much, and we don't usually see him very often." Luo Ying nodded, and asked again: "Can the flight system usually deploy troops?" "It can be." "Why? Logically speaking, isn't the flight system only able to determine transportation and cruising?" "It stands to reason. But the settings of the flight system are militarized from the beginning to the end, and can be adjusted at any time." Anka said here, and suddenly remembered something, "Do you still remember what we saw when we flew out of the valley?" Base?" Luo Ying recalled it carefully: "You mean the one we saw in the air last time? The one not far from the cliff of Ahn'Qiraj?" "Yes." Anka nodded, "I only found out after I came back that there is a secret military research center." "military?" "Yes. It belongs to the flight system." Anka said, "It is said that it was set up by Chief Juan himself." "Really? Why have you never heard of it?" Luo Ying was very surprised, "Does grandpa agree?" "I don't know that." Luo Ying was silent for a while, more and more information came into her heart recently, all of which she had never heard of before.She didn't know what to think of them yet, only that her world was far more complicated than she could see clearly.Anka was also thoughtful, temporarily stopped what he was doing, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the ground without focus, and put his arm on the squatting leg, as if he was thinking about something. "Are you coming this Sunday?" Luo Ying asked softly. "Sunday?" Anka looked at her. "What do you do on Sunday?" "It's our parade." "What kind of parade?" "Chenia initiated a parade calling for houses and identities to flow. Aren't the group emails being discussed all the time? Didn't you receive it?" "Oh," Anka said indifferently, "I got it. But I didn't pay much attention to it." "Then are you going?" "I don't know, it depends." Anka looked very indifferent, a little absent-minded, and her slender fingers began to be busy again.Luo Ying looked at him and suddenly felt that he was far away from her.She came to him today because she actually wanted to talk about the uneasy and chaotic feelings in her heart, and to seek some warmth and comfort, not just to talk about some big things that they didn't understand well.But she didn't know how to continue, Anka was sitting opposite her, but she couldn't let her confusion be conveyed.She thought back to that cold but warm night in the cave, and it seemed so far away.They were quarantined for a month after they came back, and then they were all busy again, and they didn't say a few words when they met in a hurry.Luo Ying suddenly felt that there seemed to be nothing special between the two of them, and the warmth that had been there before was more like a temporary emotional ups and downs.She thought of Chenia's words, of Chenia's pessimistic attitude towards all long-term relationships. "Do you care about what I do?" She asked abruptly, impulsively. Anka looked up, a little confused: "What's the matter? Something about Sunday?" "No. I don't care about Sunday." "What's that?" "Not about any one specific thing, but if you care. To me." Anka looked at her, her eyes seemed sad for a moment, and then suddenly became distant: "What do you want me to say?" Luo Ying choked, and Anka's indifference made her sting.She said a little sadly, "What do I want you to say? What do I want you to say?" Anka didn't answer. Luo Ying was silent for a while and asked him: "Do you believe in eternal love?" "I don't believe it," said Anka, "I never believed in these things." Luo Ying didn't say anything.She stood up and said she was going back.Anka nodded, telling her to be careful, saying that he was still on duty and could not see her off.She really wanted him to say something or to sit with her a little longer, but he didn't say anything, so she left in silence, walking out of the hall without looking back.