Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 824

When Onti came over with the swimming ring, Jania had completely forgotten about the previous experience.She did have a strange feeling about the boy, but it wasn't unusual in her past life.In the final analysis, it is just a boring fantasy in ordinary life, exploring novelty and grotesqueness in the mediocrity, so as to polish one's dull senses.She used to have strange feelings about people, but it actually came true only twice.Rather than saying that it was her intuition fulfilled, it is better to say that her mother's tireless safety education made her sensitive.

Now that the boy had disappeared from her sight, she never thought about him again.Onti bought juice for her, and then they went swimming in the sea together.Unbelievably, Angti, who is 30 years old on his driver's license, has never been in contact with the sea.Her limbs are as flexible as a snake, but she doesn't know how to swim at all.She is simply afraid of water, especially bottomless deep water.Fortunately, this sea area is very clear, and Angti is not overly nervous.

Jania can do some simple sign language.She and Onti also often talk in sign language.When they brought up Anti-Pierre's fear of deep water, the music teacher described a horror story.She told Jania that there was such a river, and the river was filled with milky white fog all the year round. If a person fell into such a river, he would never be able to get out again.Jania asked her if it was a river of thick acid, and Onti looked at her with wide eyes, wondering why.

Over the past two years, Jania had grown used to the occasional odd behavior of her charming Aunt Pierre.She guessed that Miss Antie might have lived in some remote country, a place full of ghost beliefs and ghost stories.That place gave her a wonderful singing voice and moving dance, but it made Anti lack common sense in many places.At some snow-covered weekend gathering, Jania had seen Colon in the community, flushed, awkwardly pulling a bouquet of pink roses from his coat.Onti took it into his arms and smiled gratefully towards Colon. The neighbors were ready to applaud and congratulate, until Onti opened his mouth and ate the bouquet of flowers one by one.

Poor Colon must be heartbroken, or terrified.And that incident became the biggest talking point in the whole town for half a month.In such a small community, it's amazing how quickly word spreads.Everyone needs such a little something new to adjust their boring and monotonous real life.They guessed that Anti-Pierre must have come from a very remote place, that he might have been abused by his family as a child, and that he had not grown up like a normal person.

Yu Qingshu didn't see it that way.Their family lives too close to Anti, and they come and go very frequently, and they can see many of her daily activities.They knew that there was nothing suspicious about her life, if it was ruled out that she liked to eat a lot of junk food that made Yu Qingshu frown.The main point of Yu Qingshu's theory is: this is the method used by Anti-Pierre to drive outsiders to pursue.As a speechless but charming bachelor, she was easily, and sometimes dangerously, molested by certain men.It is an ingenious strategy to put on some grotesque behavior that makes people jealous.

Jania didn't care much about these things.She didn't hate this Aunt Antie at first, and thought that in this way, Antie Pierre was somewhat cool.Wouldn't she be more interesting than a pretty-faced music teacher if she was a High Priestess of some Hidden Order?Life is mysterious, she has such an unusual neighbor, and a rich brother who went to Africa to study insects; life is boring after all, she has never received a giant insect specimen from Africa , I have never seen Anti use candles and spices to form a magic circle.

Let's go swimming then.Jania took a good swim in the cool waves.The waves made her feel light and relaxed, and she dived a little deeper, her toes touching a fluffy ball of algae on the soft sand bed.She took it into her hands and kneaded it, frowning at the little thing.

Malcolm Dubois was an artist of minor renown in the fields of mural painting and public decoration.He is also good at making all kinds of gadgets.When Qingshu Yu first met Malcolm at a neighbor's birthday party, he was busy handing out glue-dipped plant coasters he made to everyone.They were all tiny films in the shape of starfish, with purple-blue baby cornflowers and yellow ginkgo leaves in them.Yu Qingshu liked the bright color scheme, so he went over to ask him for one.

They then talked about botany, gardening and Latin literature, and also talked about the beautiful lawsuits that Yu Qingshu had won in the past.In the end Malcolm gave her two glued coasters.One, like the others, was made of bluebonnets and ginkgo leaves, and the other was filled with fluffy, emerald-green silk algae, and several pea-sized shell pieces.He told Yu Qingshu that this kind of coaster is more suitable for making his special seaweed tea.Two months later, he really made seaweed tea in the living room of Yu Qingshu's house.

Jania had heard this story told many times by her father, and once or twice by her mother.All in all, that is the official origin of her other name - Yu Xiaorong.That was the name she actually had on the birth certificate, but most of the neighbors found it a mouthful and hard to remember, so she was Jania most of the time.She herself has no problem with these two names, but she doesn't like Yu Qingshu using "Rongrong" as her nickname.

It's all trivial things.She put the Chlorella back in the water and teased a stupid sea anemone.At this moment, Kung Fu Angti had adapted to the floating feeling brought by the sea water, and swam towards Jania wearing a rubber swimming ring.Jania saw that Aunt Pierre's eyes were shining, and she was splashing water with her limbs like a child.She felt a little funny, but she also felt that if she came into contact with the sea for the first time in her life, instead of a swimming pool but the sea, then she might be like Onti.

They soaked in the sea for a whole afternoon, and in the evening, they took a small boat to the nearby coral reefs for a few laps.Dinner was fish steak with potatoes, grilled oysters, mussels and cream of trout soup.Everything was a generous portion, so Jania only ate a small half of it.But Miss Antie was in high spirits, and she ate everything deliciously. She also drank a whole bottle of frozen ice wine, and added a big bowl of after-dinner ice cream and crispy French fries.Jania sat in a chair and stared at her, wondering what kind of exercise she usually did.

It was such a great day.During such a happy holiday, Jania couldn't concentrate on thinking about the mystery of Miss Antie.She took a casual shower and then fell asleep on the bed in the hotel room.She was indeed exhausted, but perhaps because she had eaten too much, she had not been able to sleep deeply.

A string of chaotic dreams made her toss and turn in bed.In a trance, she seemed to see her brother who had left Africa crawling forward in the tropical rainforest, surrounded by shadows and vines, and the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies was like a ghost chanting a spell.He was concentrating on approaching something, covered in sweat and mud.Jania stared at him over his head, about to tiptoe him, or ask him what the hell he was doing.But she can't do that because she's just a ghost.This rainforest was too dark, humid and hot, and she was almost out of breath.She heard the singing of mosquitoes getting louder and louder, and the roar of beasts came from the depths of the jungle——

Jania rolled off the side of the bed.Her cheek was against the slightly damp old wooden floor.The sound of mosquitoes became clear. It turned out to be raindrops beating on the windows and walls.Drenched in sweat, she found the slippers in a daze, stepped on them and stood up.

There was a tin night lamp in the shape of a boat by the bedside table, and Miss Antie fell asleep on the bed near the door.Her hair, undulating and winding, lay like a dark river on the sackcloth sheets.Jania looked at it for a moment, noticing a cool fragrance in the room.They were eucalyptus leaves and dried lavender flowers on the bedside. She didn't remember seeing them before going to bed, maybe Miss Antie put them for them.Jania nodded to herself, of course the priestess should be proficient in herbal medicine.

It was pitch black outside the window, but she wasn't sleepy at all.There was a stuffy damp in the room, which reminded her of the strange dream of exploring the rainforest.So she went over and opened the window a crack, letting the night wind and some raindrops slip into the house.The cold air smelt of sea water, because they lived in a small hotel very close to the beach, and could see the sea at night from the window.

Jania hadn't expected such a good place to rent in the high season, but Miss Onti got her a reservation.At this time, she looked out at the world in the rain from the small window, and all she could see were almost hazy patches of color.She imagined that the moon was covered by the black clouds, and the wolf like thick ink was roaring on the sea.The seagulls are curled up in the depressions of the reefs and cliffs, while the schools of fish are carnivaling silently.That savage world belonged to ancient aquatic peoples, and had nothing to do with civilized animals making seaweed tea—just as Jania thought so, she saw a flickering light on the beach.Candle fire.A hurricane lamp.

There are people walking on the beach.Jania blinked hard a few times, then ran to turn off the little light by the bed.When the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, she seemed to gradually adapt to the environment and be able to see the situation below clearly.

The person who carried the lantern was wearing an off-white raincoat. He was tall and looked like a strong man.His skin was definitely not white, it might have been brown or black, and it couldn't be seen clearly in that little light.Holding the lamp, this strange man walked around the beach around the hotel, shining his light on the surroundings from time to time, as if he was looking for something.But he probably couldn't find it, and finally came to the door of the hotel.He didn't go in, but sat down at some tables in front of the hotel.Jania didn't see him lighting the fire, but within a few seconds, a lit cigarette came out of his mouth.

Jania stared at the man for several minutes.Her face and neck were chilled by the night wind, and she could have gone back to bed and slept comfortably.But curiosity was scratching her foot at such an inappropriate time.What the hell is this guy doing down there?What was he looking for on the beach?Why don't you go to bed now?There seemed to be no problem with a small adventure, there is a well-angled surveillance camera at the door of the hotel.

She reconsidered the matter, then tiptoed from the trunk to retrieve a coat with large pockets and a lightweight telescoping stick.She left a short note to Angti, and put Angti's mobile phone on the bedside table so that she could call and wake up her guardian at any time.After she finished all this, she put on her coat, hid the stick in her pocket, and slipped downstairs quietly.

She deliberately made a little noise before pushing open the small door of the hotel, so as to pretend that she came out by chance to breathe.The clerk behind the counter was in a deep sleep and was not disturbed by her movements at all.She walked half a circle around the eaves of the hotel and came to the place where the man was smoking.

In the short 16 years of growing up, Jania encountered a lot of troubles.The reasons for this are complicated, and it cannot be completely said to be her fault, but her desire to explore from time to time is indeed to blame.In any case, she has seen many troubles that people of her age will not encounter, and she is always ready in her heart.She could have just about anything around the corner, a drug addict, a serial killer, an alien invader.She always made sure she was mentally prepared.

But she was overthinking.The man sitting in the rainscreen is not a junkie.He had a cigar in his mouth, and his skin was a rare reddish-brown.Red has more components than brown.Jania didn't know what lineage it was, or some kind of skin disease.This middle-aged man is somewhat ugly in appearance, his facial features are tightly packed, and there are bruises all over his cheeks.His eyes, however, were friendly and easygoing, with a hint of humor.When Jania approached, he naturally put the cigar away, and the rain outside put it out.

"Hello, little girl." He greeted her in English, "Can't sleep because of the rain?"

Jania is also proficient in English."I'll come down and get something to drink," she said.

"The dude at the counter was a sleepy guy, but I know where the freezer is. You can go get a bottle and just put the change on it. I saw someone do that earlier."

So Jania did just that.She went to get a bottle of ginger ale and went back to the hotel door.The red-skinned man stopped smoking his cigars, but was still idly looking at the dark sea.Jania sat down at a table a little far away from him and asked while drinking a soda, "What are you looking at?"

"See if something interesting happens," said the man. "Life is full of interesting things, girl."

"Do I have to wait in this weather?"

"Oh, that's not true. But a rainy night feels wonderful, doesn't it? It's so dreamy, like anything can happen. A tryst, a breakup, or a murder doesn't seem out of place on a rainy night. People feel special. If you want to write about an unusual event and don’t want to take too much effort to conceive it, you should put it on a rainy night.”

Jania raised her eyebrows: "Are you a writer?"

"I'm planning to write a play." The man shook his head and said, "I'm a playwright, should I say that? But I'm ashamed to say, little girl, this is my first play. Nothing official. So if I call myself a playwright now, it's kind of bragging."

"Have you never written before?"

"I've done a little bit of similar work. It's like... let's put it this way, revising someone else's script and adding details. But the main plot is not decided by me, so it can't be called my work. Then It's a very classic book, or it should be said that it's a new story. The country girl who was chosen by the fairy suddenly became a princess, and she also saved the entire royal city. Tell me, this will please girls of your age. story?"

"She could be queen."

"But what about the prince?"

"Prince. Or not at all."

The red-skinned man laughed silently.His expression was still friendly and not offensive, as if he had discovered a secret and interesting fact that Jania didn't know.

"You're a very suitable girl, little girl," he said, rather cheerfully. "You have a personality, and you're likable. If I were to run a play, I'd love to have a little girl like you in the lead." Yes. What's your name?"

"Jennifer Eisen."

"I'm Chilabin." The red-skinned man said, shaking hands with her empty-handedly, "My family used to be a farmer, engaged in a mechanized farm. Then... I went to the city to study and learned some cultural knowledge .And then I came up here hoping it would give me a little luck in my career."

Jania nodded and asked, "What about your farm?"

"I'm afraid it's closed down," said the red-skinned man.He laughed happily.

(End of this chapter)