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Father had already prepared breakfast, and he was sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper and waiting for them to eat together.

The newspaper was flipped lightly, making a slight noise.

Wan Qing glanced at the newspaper that covered half of her father's body, just in time to see the extremely eye-catching huge headline.

"The world's first cloned sheep 'Dolly' survived successfully!"

Cloning is still a very new topic in this era, and for many ordinary people, it is also full of science fiction.

However, for Wan Qing, it's not surprising—it's no surprise to see this concept in too many works.

The cloning of sheep is actually not news these days. It was reported in the twenties of last month, and now it is basically an explanation of cloning technology and a discussion of the prospect of cloning.

Human cloning has become a topic that many people talk about.

However, Wan Qing is very skeptical. Even if a cloned person is truly cloned, not only will her thoughts be different from the original person, but even her appearance will be greatly different due to the influence of the environment.

Unless the clone can also reproduce the same life experience and growth environment as the original body.

"Will there really be clones in the future?" Ye Chen obviously saw the headline.

"will not have."

"Because the law doesn't allow it?"

"Yes, but even if there is, it will definitely not be discovered by others. Maybe someone will clone another self, and then do organ transplants when needed."

"It's scary...but it's also amazing."

This was an era of many breakthroughs in scientific research.

People are full of hope for the future, and modern facilities and objects brought by science are gradually entering thousands of households.

Therefore, various sci-fi works appeared in this era, and people used their own ways to imagine the bright or cruel future.

But no matter what it is, people are willing to think and believe that those fantasies may really be realized one day.

"Huh? I'm all seated. Have you served the porridge by yourself? Eat and eat. I fried a few rice dumplings in the morning and had some oil. I wrapped them in flour and made two deep-fried bananas. How do you taste it?" .” Father put the newspaper on the table, got up and filled his bowl with porridge, and sat down again.

"Fried bananas??" Ye Chen looked curious, "Is that edible?"

"Haha, why can't I eat it? This one is wrapped in flour, and this one is not wrapped. Try which one is delicious." Father pointed with chopsticks.

"Then I'll try the uncoated ones..." Ye Chen picked up one end of the banana with chopsticks. It was as sticky as a glutinous rice cake, and he could only pick up a small amount, even if it pulled out a string, it couldn't be helped. Clip the rest together.

"How is it, what does it taste like?" My father also asked curiously.

"Hmm...it's a bit crunchy on the outside, but waxy and sweet on the inside." Ye Chen commented while chewing, "It's not unpalatable, and it's not...very delicious."

And Wan Qing picked up the banana wrapped in flour and bit it down. It was much crispier than Ye Chen's, and the inside was relatively less soft, but it still retained the taste that a banana should have, but it felt like a banana. The kind that is overripe.

Every ordinary morning, day after day, starts with this refreshing breakfast.

The small and beautiful changes in life can always make people feel a kind of plain beauty and happiness.

After breakfast, my father started to clean up the dishes, and later he had to be busy in the kitchen to prepare the snacks for the stall. In his spare time, he spent his spare time teaching himself the theoretical knowledge of driving—recently he bought I wrote a not-so-thick decoration guide, and it seems that the decoration of the new home is about to officially start.

"Father, we're going out!" Wan Qing patted Xiao Bai's head away, bent over to put on the canvas shoes, and picked up the schoolbag on the ground.

"Okay, it's raining outside, let Ye Chen ride slowly." Father's voice came from the kitchen, even if it was mixed with the sound of the faucet, it was still clear.

Ye Chen was ringing the doorbell of Zhao Jinyu's house, and soon there were footsteps coming from inside, Zhao Jinyu with messy hair opened the door and looked out: "Well, you are all right..."

"What about today?"

"Right now, I'll comb my hair..."

The time in the morning is always precious, even Zhao Jinyu, who takes a lot of time to take care of, didn't waste too much time, and in about 10 minutes, she came out dressed neatly, and combed her messy hair neatly Qi, not even a strand of extra hair floated out.

Sometimes she would come to Ye Chen's house for breakfast, and sometimes she would not come.

As for whether to come or not, it usually depends on whether she wants to stay in bed for a while that day.

The elevator was not used by anyone at the moment, and the three of them stood in the elevator all the way down without any stop in between, and it was so smooth that it made people feel much happier.

Probably because of the fresh wash, Wan Qing who was standing next to Zhao Jinyu could even smell a faint fragrance from her body, which should be a mixture of some kind of face cream and lipstick.

——It is as sweet as the juice of fresh sugarcane.

The elevator arrived at the first floor while Wan Qing was distracted.

As soon as I walked out, I felt wrapped in a strong water vapor.

The temperature increase brought about by the continuous sunny days in front has also dropped back in the rainy days of the past few days.

Originally, she was considering whether to wear only short-sleeves under the school uniform, but today she was wearing long-sleeves, and she still felt the wind was a bit cool.

When it was sunny a few days ago, the highest temperature was even as high as [-] degrees, but it was raining these few days, and the highest temperature was only [-] or [-] degrees.

The weather in City H is like this, there are often huge temperature differences of tens or twenty degrees in a short period of time.

"It's so wet." Wan Qing muttered and curled her lips.

"Living in H city is easy to get rheumatism..." Ye Chen also sighed.

Cycling in the rain is a hassle.

Zhao Jinyu only wants to try it occasionally when he feels novel and interesting, but obviously not today.

So as soon as she stepped out of the apartment, she stopped a taxi that happened to be passing by.

"Will you go to Yinjiang High School?"

"It's just on the way to get off work, let's get in the car." The master yawned, picked up a cigarette and lit it, rolled the window on his side to the lowest position, squinted his eyes and looked at the man standing outside holding an umbrella. Zhao Jinyu.

"Take a taxi again? Then you have to take a taxi back."

"It's okay." Zhao Jinyu nodded, "I'll beat you when I get back."

"Ah, that's great, I can rest today!" Ye Chen stretched his waist very comfortably, "I don't need to ride a bike on a rainy day."

"OK."

"Who's the co-pilot?" Wan Qing squinted at the two of them.

"Morning?"

"Should you take the taxi I gave you today?"

"Will Qing'er sit down?"

"I don't like to sit in the co-pilot." Wan Qing shook her head - she prefers to sit in the back seat of the car by the window, enjoying the scenery quietly by herself, and not letting others see the expression on her face.

"Then the three of us sit in the back seat together?"

"Huh? Will it be too crowded?"

"No, it's fun to get closer, right?"

"Then... OK."

So, the three of them sat in the back seat. The driver looked at the co-pilot suspiciously, then turned his head to look at the three girls sitting in the back. He didn't say anything, just took another deep breath, put down the handbrake, Slowly stepped on the accelerator.

Hiring a taxi is an expensive luxury in this day and age.

If many people have to take a taxi to and from get off work every day, more than half of their monthly salary will have to be spent on travel expenses.

Only a young lady like Zhao Jinyu, who is not short of money, doesn't feel distressed at all about taking a taxi.

There were not many cars on the road in the early morning, and the taxi stopped a few times before leaving the city-mainly because there were more traffic lights.

When driving to the suburbs, the speed suddenly increased, and the braking time became less, and the smooth bumps made people feel drowsy.

The windows in the back row were not opened, and the misty rain outside the windows was slightly hazy. Through the windows, only the vague outline of the world outside the windows could be seen.

Wan Qing slowly rolled down the car window a little, and greedily took a deep breath of fresh air through the crack.

In fact, the rain was not heavy, but probably due to the relatively fast speed of the car, there were extraordinarily many raindrops on the car windows.

The crystal raindrops dragged long water marks on the glass, and slid back quickly along the direction of the wind.

She especially liked the hazy feeling of rain and fog, and couldn't help pressing her cheeks against the cold windowpane, as if she could let those raindrops flow on her face.

Of course, the car is much faster than the bicycle. It usually takes at least four to five ten minutes to get there, but today it only took two or ten minutes to arrive.

So much so that when the driver master said that he had arrived at school, the three of them even felt a little unfinished.

It's not about how comfortable the car is, the main thing is that during the turbulence, sleepiness just brewed, and when I wanted to sleep, I had to climb out of the car...

Zhao Jinyu paid the money and put the driver's change into a small and cute coin purse. When she came out, Ye Chen and Wan Qing were already waiting for her outside with an umbrella.

She looked not far away, and the old black iron gate of the school was shrouded in misty mist and rain, looking a little lonely...

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28. The distant mountains are full of green smoke

Wan Qing wiped the wet railing with her palm, and then lay half of her body on it.

This is the corridor outside a classroom.

The road winds and disappears at the end of the field of vision.

The tender green farmland is connected into a piece, and it looked like it was bare a few days ago.

They seem to be dyed with fresh colors by spring rain.

The low hills in the distance are filled with green smoke, and in the misty rain and fog, you can hear a few faint barks from time to time. In contrast, the sound of a rooster crowing is more penetrating.

There are fewer and fewer high schools like this located in the mountains and farmland in H City, where urbanization is progressing rapidly.

Children who have lived in the city since they were young see a better world.

However, if you only see the beauty of all that, how can you see the people who really live on the ground through the clouds?

Therefore, many children in the future will start to feel panic and helpless as soon as they enter the society.

Because the real world is completely different from what they see and think.

Before that, they had never seen or even heard of...

The so-called principles and morals learned in school are of no use in such a chaotic world.

The fragile world view is easily shattered, and the seemingly erect spine will be broken immediately when the real pain falls on him.

Unless they are birds that can never land.

But how many such 'birds' exist in the world?

Wan Qing took a deep breath of the humid air, feeling a little melancholy in her heart.

It is clear that the lives of those children in the future have nothing to do with her, but she still can't help worrying occasionally.

Maybe it's because she has always felt that the ones who can change the world must be those children who are full of infinite possibilities.

But when the children can't save themselves, who can save the children?

At that moment, she felt as if she felt Mr. Shuren's deep worry.

In fact, Wan Qing sometimes feels that her thoughts are extreme, but compared with those children, her thoughts are actually quite rational.

Those blind children are much more extreme than her when facing many things, but they still think that their extremes are correct—unlike Wan Qing, she knows very well that her extremes are often just An emotional outlet.

It's like she will say that women are all bitches, but she will not actually attack a woman verbally or even physically when she sees a woman.

Perhaps, this is also a mature performance?

Thinking of this, Wan Qing suddenly laughed at herself.

——What kind of maturity is this?

Mature people certainly don't always blame others.

The steamy wind brushed against her face again, lifting a strand of hair from her temples.

The hair gently scratched her neck, like a figurative little hand of a young girl in spring.

"Wan Qing?" Lin Sumeng's voice came from behind her, her voice was a little shrill, so it was very recognizable, "Have you seen Ye Chen?"

"Why are you looking for her?" Wan Qing asked without turning her head.

"Well... I came here today... Well, I borrowed it from her, and I only used one piece, and put the rest of the bag in her drawer. Tell her so you don't see it."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll talk to her later."