Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 592, Eagle Dog

The half-grown little old man and old lady babbled about their whole life, how to study, how to live, how to get married and have children, how to take care of children, how to do so, to passers-by.

"...I have lived in this land for many years. My grandparents have been here for generations. I have never even left the district. I have children and grandchildren who will also live and study here in the future..."

There are also young and beautiful women facing the camera, while shooting, saying happily, "...I am pregnant, I want my child to be safe, happy, have a smile on his face, and have everything..."

The man with obvious Caucasian traces and a big beard on his face turned his head away, and said with a embarrassed smile: "I came across the ocean. To be honest, I originally wanted to sneak into the first district, but was caught People are tricked into coming here.

"But it's not bad. I've lived for a long time. I don't have any other thoughts in the future. World peace and a better tomorrow..."

A handsome young man with a standard plastic surgery, said energetically: "Of course I came here for love, Smecta... the girlfriend Smecta I met in the game for a long time... Now that I have a family, I will definitely marry you in the future." Yes, a happy family... live and work in peace and contentment... the future happiness belongs to us... Smecta..."

There is also a petite girl wearing the traditional costumes of the 28th district, bending over, "I hope everyone can support the tradition together and inherit the tradition together. Although there were many bad things in the past, art, food, clothing, beauty, these things always Should not give up.

"This is the greatest wealth left to us by the people of the past, so that the transmission and perception across time and space, whether it is from ancient Egypt, ancient India, or ancient Greece, we all have to support it...

"Masters, spend a beautiful tomorrow with me."

With a brown complexion and slightly curly hair, he seems to be from the third district, and said: "I love art... To be precise, it is a sculpture in art. The most beautiful image of a thing in an instant is carved in a very three-dimensional way, as if it can On the rock that freezes time.

"That mix of rough texture and authentic verve, it's just a wonderful thing."

A painter with a pen in his hand asked: "Doesn't anyone like Van Gogh anymore? Don't like his serious self-portraits, don't like the starry night over the Rhone, don't like the sunflowers under the night sky?"

A girl like a student recited aloud: "I leave lightly, just as I came lightly; I waved lightly, like a cloud in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the setting sun; Shadows, rippling in my heart..."

There are also mixed races who can't tell who they are, black, white, brown, red... People who look ordinary but not ordinary.

Crying, "I love you so much, world!"

There is a child holding a four-wheeled windmill, shaking it happily, and running among the crowd.

There are cute flying robots playing there in pairs.

There are lovers kissing in the crowd.

There were strangers laughing at each other.

With the blushing of the students' faces.

There are people who sing, and they are sung to their heart's content by many people using the not so high-end stereo in their personal terminals, and their gentle singing voices are flying in the sky.

With a graceful figure, she dances heartily in the corner where there is no one, like a lonely elf, or like a flying butterfly, like a corner of a dream.

There are devils who secretly lurk in the dark.

I can't see the specific appearance, but it is hidden in a strange and deep shadow curtain, only the cold eyes are secretly staring at the world.

The singing was loud and clear, and the dancing continued.

Those who know people and those who don't know all hug each other, share the joy together, think about the people around them and pass it on, and give feedback to each other.

The dark eyeballs are constantly changing and turning, their eyes are like eagles, and the white pupils can pierce all illusions and lock on all subtle changes.

Seems to be looking for something...

It seems that something is brewing...

Some people feel uncomfortable, some people frowned slightly, but nothing can stop people's will to pursue happiness and beauty. The singing is still going on, and the dancing is also going on.

People began to put on kimonos for the sculptures on the square, making the hideous sculptures look like people, children riding on their shoulders, the windmills in their hands looked like sunflowers, and colorful neon lights were dotted in mid-air like the night sky Then, the girl picked up the frame and drew a portrait as serious as Van Gogh for it.

The eyes in the dark began to become sharp, and everything that was wrong and discordant was captured by it.

Everything without a smile was magnified and began to make it extremely uncomfortable.

The eagle-like eyes became more and more malicious...

Those are the nibs of a girl, those are the syllables of a singer, those are the gestures of a dancer, those are the traditional kimono, those are the eyes of a baby, those are the family...

People began to have to laugh, began to have to sing, had to dance.

Some people want to find, some people want to escape.

There is also something that seems to be sniffing secretly, and all abnormalities cannot escape that nose.

Who is flustered, who is malicious, who is full of joy, who has what kind of thoughts, who dares to show the slightest disrespect.

All were sniffed in the mouth.

The ferocious mouth is open, the pale teeth are dripping with foul-smelling mucus, and there are jagged rotten flesh between the teeth, ready to welcome a fresh companion.

It seems to be smiling.

It seems to be preparing for a feast.

The singing continued and the dancing continued.

The child's windmill fell to the ground with a smile on his face, while the old man murmured and walked around with a smile on his face.

The pregnant woman squatted on the ground with her stomach covered, as if someone stole the child, smiling, the painter's pen was broken, the paint stained the painting, dyed the smiling face of the clown, the singer seemed to have died, like a night owl With a general laugh, the flitting dancer falls to the ground, to comic effect.

The handsome young male's smile was so standard, it was an instinctive result of the particularly precise pulling of the muscles.

Someone secretly sewed it up to leave it on the face forever.

There was a smile in the dark hawk-like eyes.

It's so vicious.

It is so sincere.

The barking of dogs in the dark became urgent.

It seems to be laughing happily.

It seems to be celebrating with this.

It's so impatient.

The singing continued, the dancing continued, and the laughter and laughter never stopped, and the sound was transmitted to the distance little by little, passing through the audible world.

　I was asked to revise the article. If the latecomers see that these chapters are not smooth, it is because the editor made a new revision because of a taboo.

　　
　
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