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Chapter 1089 Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-Seven·Millennium·"Do not go gentle into that good night (4

 At night, for safety’s sake, Lu Shu and I didn’t stay too far apart.

 He made a bed on the floor, and I lay on the bed and looked at the full moon.

 “Lu Shu.” I suddenly spoke.

"Yeah." Lu Shu's reply came from below, muffled.

“The moon of Zhai Xing is not blue.” I looked at the blue moon outside the window: “So the moon of Zhai Xing was not blue in the old world, right?”

 I still have regrets. If Duplicate were to destroy the old world, then I would be witnessing the end of a civilization. Having learned the lessons of the ruined world, I began to fear the possibility of parallel Zhai Star—this might be my untouched [hometown].

 Lu Shu replied: "Yes."

His words are always short and firm, as if he does not need to think for a long time and will only tend to give me the answer I want.

 So I covered myself with a quilt and fell asleep quickly. I don't know if it was because someone was keeping watch at night, but I slept very deeply. I woke up near dawn and crept around Lu Shu. The student dormitories on the left and right were very quiet, and I didn't know where to go.

Far away from the living area, I heard the sound of a piano, distant and deserted. I quietly approached the auditorium, and light spilled through the cracks in the door.

A woman in a white dress sat behind the piano, and Xia Jiawen, dressed in black, sat next to her. The two were close to the piano bench, playing with four hands, and their projected figures almost overlapped. The light from the stage fell on them quietly, and the notes were cold at the beginning and cheerful at the end. Fine dust floats in the air, like stars floating in the cosmic clouds.

This scene is full of quiet beauty, as if the grief outside the Nine Netherworld has been isolated, leaving only the two people in the auditorium.

I stood at the crack of the door and listened to their voices.

“…After playing for a long time, I remembered that I haven’t heard you play the piano for a long time.” Xia Jiawen said.

"...I learned it when I was young. Later, the world became more and more chaotic, and I didn't play the piano much." Yawen said: "Sometimes I feel that the art of music is really a great thing. Dozens of notes connected in series can give people a profound understanding. ."

“…Once history is erased, none of the early songs, paintings, and literature will remain in future generations. It would be great if our reincarnations could remember these.”

“…It doesn’t matter, no one will bother us in these thousand years. We can spend hundreds of years and long years together.”

“…Then will you blame me? I proposed marriage, but I can only bring you to play the piano. We don’t have extra resources to hold a wedding, and we can’t even get a marriage certificate. Because of my special job, we can’t have children.”

"...No, this kind of love is very good...Didn't we meet through piano lessons? At that time, you were clumsy and pressed the black key to connect to the white key. I remember that the sun shone through the squares that day. You His face seemed to be separated by black and white keys..."

“…When the children in the Experimental City grow up, we will hand over the burden of work to them and teach piano ourselves.”

“…Well, when we are reincarnated, we may become better and better pianists…”

 They have been playing all night. The rhythm of the four-hand continuous playing is very beautiful. Lin Yawen needs to be more proficient, while Xia Jiawen is a little unfamiliar, so she will slow down her hands and let him try to keep up with her rhythm. Fine notes jumped out like clear-grained ice crystals.

 I saw the morning glow.

 The dream he described to her was extremely tender, like a seed that was gradually sprouting. They did not look up at the glow-filled window, but stared at the black and white piano pieces on their fingertips, the clean and simple notes, and then smiled at each other.

I don’t know why...the sun feels extra warm today. Maybe it's because something of attachment is sprouting.

I left the auditorium quietly, thinking about their vision - as long as it is passed down from generation to generation, sooner or later a rookie with unskilled skills will become a grand pianist. As long as they are reincarnated from generation to generation, even if their life spans will continue to come to an end, they will always be the immortal couple who love each other from generation to generation.

Sincere love, we will never leave each other in life and death, life after life, and eternity.

 In this plan that spans a thousand years, Jiuyou is neither involved in the core of the plan nor has access to many key figures, but it made me realize the beauty of this "isolation".

 But I have never heard that Mr. Xia Jiawen, a thousand years later, can play the piano. There was no Lin Yawen by his side.

 Perhaps the years are too long.

 Let the piano become dusty.

 …

　Time passed quickly. A few months passed without any important milestones. Of course, only half a day has passed in the system time.

Until noon one day, Jiuyou ushered in the most important step - a man covered in blood stumbled into Jiuyou.

“—General Qin! You are finally here!” Xia Jiawen immediately went to greet him.

 I was shocked, the most critical "General Qin" finally appeared.

 The man’s face was almost covered in blood and dust. He held it solemnly with both hands and raised the wooden box in his hand high.

I have thousands of questions to ask this General Qin - who are you? Who will be your descendants in a thousand years? What is the overall picture of the Millennium Project? But before I spoke, Xia Jiawen seriously took the wooden box from the man's hand and sighed towards the wooden box: "...General Qin, you are finally here."

 I was silent.

 …General Qin turned into a wooden box.

  No, this should be the life hard drive transformed by General Qin. In other words... General Qin is dead. I didn't expect General Qin to die so quickly.

 I followed Xia Jiawen to the rooftop, under the watchful eyes of all the researchers. Xia Jiawen solemnly opened the wooden box and took out something like a talisman—this was the "Life Hard Drive." Although it is called scientifically, it actually involves emotions and soul.

 The life hard drive lights up. I heard the clicking sound of mechanical splicing - a chair was raised in front of me, and the hard drive of life was integrated into it.

On the panel on the side, several lines of small words appeared:

 …

　　　【Warning to all of you. 】

"The Ark Project" has officially begun. The sleeping address of the largest life hard drive will be completely blocked and no one or any force will be allowed to enter. 】

　　—Until a thousand years. 】

  【All preparation work has been completed, thank you for your efforts. We will meet again in a thousand years. 】

 …

 This message was sent to every plan promoter. It's short and powerful, but it declares a thousand years of waiting.

 I suddenly understood why General Qin was the only one who was not reincarnated.

—Because he has been sleeping here for thousands of years, serving as the "largest hard drive of life" to inherit information from generation to generation. It wasn't until a thousand years later that the old gods came here to wake him up and gathered their savings for thousands of years to become a god. General Qin is the [Alien King].

 …

　　【Su Mingan said: "How long ago did the Alien King... fall asleep? What was the reason?" ]

　　【Xiao Jingsan said: "Thousands of years ago. The reason is not yet known. It may be because of the end of life."】

 …

The name of the Alien King should be "the largest life hard drive sleeping in the Nine Netherworld", but it has only been given a mysterious color through thousands of years of mystical description. It has no independent personality and is essentially just a hard drive with a huge memory.

Xiao Jingsan is right, the alien king did sleep thousands of years ago.

 This reminds me of the classics I saw before.

 …

  【My old friend, the old god. 】

　　【Fortunately, I was given the immortal talisman and seal, and my body became the sword of destiny. The one who fills my soul is the eyes of the past. Offer me a man who looks like a red python, and I will be reborn. Go to the bottom of the nine secluded places in the pagoda, recite my name, and count the deaths. I am determined to cover the earth in order to reach the sky for my ideal country. 】

  【—"Classics·Millennium Myths"】

 …

 “My old friend”.

General Qin is indeed an old friend of the old gods.

I lowered my eyelids and felt as if I was in a precision instrument. Every chain and gear was operating perfectly and steadily. This machine called "Destiny" shrouds everyone in it. Every time I peel back a layer of iron sheet, I will see more sophisticated parts and gears.

There were many cheers from all over the world, but there were also complaints: the fruits of success can only be enjoyed by people a thousand years from now. In the eyes of the world today, we are equivalent to giving up on saving this generation.

  But we must.

The scope of the current "Utopia" is not large and can only cover Jiuyou, so it is safe for the Life Hard Drive to exist here. It will take a thousand years for the barrier to protect a larger area.

I have been impressed by the sophistication of the Millennium Plan more than once. This is the weight of “choice” and “salvation”.

 We never have leeway.

 …

 Later I saw many days and nights.

 Teaching, researching, cultivating reincarnations, building surveillance screens, playing piano... days pass by. We close our eyes and cover our ears, not listening to the cries from the outside world. Because all we can do is wait.

I often see Xia Jiawen and Lin Yawen attending various places. The children affectionately call them "Mom and Dad". They are like their parents.

Peace Festival, New Year's Day, October Ceremony... Xia Jiawen and the others tried their best to create this paradise floating in hell. They used festivals, music and laughter to paint the pale environment bit by bit, trying their best to give people happiness. .

 Later, I met a young man with black hair.

Xia Jiawen patted the black-haired young man on the shoulder and introduced with a smile:

"My job includes [cultivating the old god's spare body]. If there is a problem with the old god's body after a thousand years, we can still have a spare body - this is the number one carrier of the old god, named 0001. Come, give it to Dr. Li say hi!"

  0001 raised his head and gave me a stiff smile, his eyes as vibrant as a kingfisher.

 My heart seems to be connected to a ditch, and rivers from ancient times to the present have flowed through it. So that I suddenly understood that the cause and effect of everything can be silently connected -

 The young man in front of me has black hair, black pupils, and eyebrows similar to mine.

"To create a spare body, the match between the soul and the body must be high, so everything about the old **** must be restored as much as possible, both in appearance and temperament." Xia Jiawen looked at 0001's facial features: "According to the information left behind , it is said that the old gods looked like this... Well. My face pinching skills have not deteriorated."

 I stopped where I was and didn't speak for a long time.

 “…The old **** looks like this?” Strong shock filled my brain.

 I am pretty sure that I have never been an old god.

"Yes, but the data has been lost, and it is difficult to restore the old **** 100%." ​​Xia Jiawen touched his chin: "It's okay, I will slowly fine-tune it later, and there will always be one that is most similar."

 I looked at 0001, and 0001 looked at me. Since this is the early stage of the experiment, 0001 is just a bionic man created by biochemical technology and does not have his own thoughts yet.

 I reached out my hand.

 Getting closer to 0001 inch by inch.

 Until my palm was close to his cheek.

 Then my thumb touched his eyebrow: "It should be thinner here...the sides are sloping down at an angle of about 10°."

Xia Jiawen doesn’t know the specific appearance of the old god, but I clearly know...the differences between my own appearance and the young man in front of me.

My mother once trimmed my eyebrows. She used a knife to carefully draw the edges of my eyebrows in front of the mirror, so I knew what the arc of my eyebrows should be.

 The index finger touched the young man's eye sockets: "The eyes should be lowered, and the color of the pupils should be slightly lighter."

 For the second class credit, I participated in the university’s orientation party. I memorized the contours of my eyes while the makeup artist touched them.

  Putting his **** against the bridge of the young man’s nose: “It’s a little higher here.”

 In the years when I had no one to take care of me, I often couldn’t feel the thickness of my clothes and would go out wearing single clothes. After catching a cold, I massaged the bridge of my nose repeatedly to remember its height.

 Finally, he brushed his lips: "The color should be lighter and narrower."

 Xia Jiawen looked at me in surprise.

 (End of this chapter)