Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 68

In the end, Mi Gula weaved three garlands.She clearly conceived and selected them carefully, so that each wreath has a distinct style: the first is filled with finely colored cineraria, which looks gorgeous; the second is studded with a few iris-shaped The white flowers are pure and elegant; the third one has purple-like blue flowers as the main body.

She seemed hesitant about the design of the third wreath.Luo Binhan saw her dot some red flowers or light grass leaves on it a few times, which looked very good, but she pulled them all out in the end, leaving only pure blue.

Then she took Luo Binhan to the farm warehouse.It had been deserted for a long time, and a puff of moldy smoke rose from the gate after it was activated.

Migula lighted up a screen installed by the door, and then called up the warehouse item list to search.

"The equipment here is a bit old." She explained, "Grandpa Chilafan is a friend of my grandmother's in the past. He is very old-fashioned and doesn't like things that are too advanced."

Luo Binhan glanced at this machinery factory-like warehouse. Whenever Mi Gula selected an item on the screen, the corresponding warehouse would light up.

He cleared his throat - since Mikola said he looked like he was sleepwalking every day he didn't know how to continue - and said: "This farm is in the hands of his grandson now?"

"You mean Mr. Chilabin." Migula said, "Grandmother said that he is very similar to his grandfather in temper, but he is more receptive to new things. He is also very enthusiastic."

"Where does he live now?" Luo Binhan asked.

In the end, Mikula couldn't tell.Chilabin and she corresponded through letters, and the two had never even met.She only knew that the man was running a parade business, and that he was running around recently, very busy.

The mission assigned by Yale Liga seems to have ended here.Luo Binhan fell into the predicament of having nothing to say again.But he could neither run away, nor deal with it with a few nonsense like he did to Yale Liga.He hesitated, hesitated, and finally asked cautiously: "Do I look so sleepwalking?"

Mi Gula stopped swiping the list on the screen and turned to look at him."Isn't it?" she said, a little confused.

Luo Binhan didn't think he was sleepwalking.No matter how he thinks about it, he feels that there is something wrong with this world.

Mi Gu pulls away a few steps.She blew off the dust that had accumulated on the grain box, and sat on tiptoes.

"I saw you the other day in Port Jimo," she said. "Everyone was walking on their own way, but you stopped there, as if you didn't know what you were going to do. And yesterday at Lotus Hill, you looked like Like the lamb I used to raise, it was born with a lame foot, but it always ran into the dogs on its own initiative. The hounds raised by my grandmother were fierce and big, and they could tear it apart easily, but it It seems that it doesn’t know how to be afraid at all, and just stays in a daze like that... Grandma said that it is a defective sheep, born with a lame foot, so there is also a problem with its head, and it doesn’t know how to avoid danger by itself.”

Luo Binhan felt as if he had been scolded, but there was no malice in Mi Gula's tone.He could only vaguely think that Yale Liga's theory was correct—Migula remembered that he was still because of pets.

"But I don't think so, Robin," said Mikula. "Sometimes I hold him and talk to him. His eyes seem to understand. I think he's just limping and can't run as well." Other sheep are fast, but how can they not understand the danger? Surely it is not because it does not know, but because it knows. How painful it is to be a lame sheep, does it want to kill itself because of this? I told my grandmother what I thought and she told me that sheep don't think so much. They just do what sheep are supposed to do, eat grass, grow hair, reproduce, and die. No sheep wants to take the initiative Go to hell. What do you think?"

Luo Binhan didn't dare to look her in the eyes.

"The scoring situation," he said vaguely, "I haven't seen it, but what if some sheep are particularly concerned? You'd better ask Lao Mo about this matter... Romo, I guess he is more knowledgeable than the sheep." I have many."

Mikula thought for a while in distress, and then said, "I don't really like talking to Romo."

Luo Binhan stared at the other party unexpectedly.He and Momolo knew Mikula at exactly the same time, and every word Momolo said was polite and courteous, and there was no offense at all.

"No, it's not that Romo has done anything wrong." Mikula said hastily, "He's always very calm and polite, and he makes people feel very sincere, but it's always a kind of sincere pity... I don't want to Seeing that look, but that's not to say I hate Romo. Unlike you, he's always confident and knows what he's going to do."

This was the first time Luo Binhan heard such an evaluation of Momoro from outsiders.He was amazed and surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Is Romo so confident? I think he's quite humble and questionable? And isn't it sympathetic?"

Migula, who heard his words, was meditating, as if weaving a particularly complicated garland.She dangled her dangling feet, and suddenly she reached down and pulled down her collar, revealing the metal ring embedded in the skin.

"Look at this," she said, "I live by this instrument, and if it ever malfunctions I die, and the world is full of chaos. Maybe someday a magical star flies near me, or a wizard Accidentally touch me, and then this device may break. I have to live with this risk every day, and maybe some accident will prevent me from waking up again."

Luo Binhan didn't know how to comfort her, so he shrugged and said, "It's okay, it's almost as if I'm not sick."

Mi Gu laughed.

"You and Romo are not like brothers," she said, "Look, you'd say that, and Romo would always apologize to me, apologize, like it was all his fault. I don't like that, that A pityful apology to me for making me feel like some kind of fragile little animal that can only be protected. Maybe I'm about to be picked up by wolves or served as a dish. Maybe that's true , but why do you have to keep reminding me of this? I don't want to look pitiful at all! If I am going to die soon, what use is his pity and self-blame to me? I would rather others Smile happily at me and treat me like an ordinary person. I am no different from ordinary people, right? No one knows whether they will die in the next moment."

Luo Binhan forgot his words and could only stare blankly at her.Mikura continued: "Maybe my illness will worsen, maybe I will die tomorrow. Then I will take nothing with me, and I won't have time to keep anything. Grandma, my lamb, this farm, or those flowers... …I can't take them with me, and they won't remember me forever. What's the proof that I lived? I'm so glad you came today, so if I leave tomorrow, you'll remember me longer. Like these wreaths—they're not really immortal, they're going to be thrown away one day, but they last a little longer, don't they?"

She jumped out of the box, ran to the screen and continued to search the list, and soon found both the vacuum machine and the glass airtight jar.They found the corresponding instructions, and finally succeeded in sealing all the wreaths in the jar.They seemed to have made a few mistakes during that process, and Luo Binhan was not sure whether these flowers would really last forever.

Finally Mikula began to write his name on the bottom of the airtight jar.She wrote "Yagalai" on the colored garlands and "Romo" on the white ones.Luo Binhan stopped her when she was about to write the last wreath.

"Let me write it," he said.

He wrote down the three Chinese characters "Luo Binhan".Then he asked, "Why don't you also write down the giver?"

Mi Gula took the pen from his hand, and when her hand touched Luo Binhan's fingers, the warm and soft touch was no different from that of a human being.

Instead of filling in the pronunciation of her name in the common language, she wrote a word in an unfamiliar language.Now Luo Binhan finally recognized her name.

　In the afternoon, I will go to the traffic police brigade to deal with the aftermath of the car accident. It seems that the other party wants to mediate with me. In addition, my leg is a bit fractured and it is not convenient to walk, so there is only one update today.Please do not wait.I'm very sorry, I will restore the update as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)