Idle, means useless, means sin.

Once Lu Chen is allowed to stop one day and really stay at home, maybe he will be more anxious and difficult to adapt.

So Lu Chen didn't have time to feel sorry for himself and his fate. Hatred and injustice are hard to bruise him. He has to use every quarter of an hour, every moment of his breath, to do useful things, to do the most efficient things, and to win the opportunity to change his destiny for himself.

Lu Chen knew that he was just an ordinary female, the kind of female that the empire lacked most. Every month, every day, every minute and every second, countless female worms like him are born in the hospitals of the empire.

These females are huge in number, crowded at the bottom of the society, living mediocrely and diligently for a lifetime, even the fire pit that his female father had jumped into - he couldn't do it by marrying a male. . But who can say that they are not important?

Who can say that Lu Chen, who is now ten years old, is not important in the future?

Lu Chen never felt that he was inferior, even if his biological male father disliked them so much—no, not even disgust, when the male insect looked at him and his female father from the top, his eyes were so light and indifferent. Care, as if looking at a tiny grass mustard or ant on the side of the road, indifferent, more suffocating than disgust.

Lu Chen was forced to look back at his existence.

A female worm that is absolutely not lacking in the empire, her head is a little smart, but she is not so smart that she can be a genius and change her destiny in one fell swoop.

They are not as strong as ordinary females, and they are even as thin as bamboo poles after being hungry for a long time. It's not as slender and soft as the average female, and she can't get better at both ends.

Therefore, he may have spent all his luck in this life ahead of time. He is so ordinary, in such ordinary weather and in such an ordinary place, there is a one in ten thousand chance that his luck is not worth it. .

——I was met by a little boy who was younger than him, very good-looking, as if not in a world, warm like sunshine, and gave him all the cookies.

"So I'll sell you this basket of cookies, okay, big brother?" The boy's white feather-like eyelashes fluttered like transparent wings.

"Then you can fill this card with red flowers and give it to me?"

The square paper was filled with little red flowers one by one. The strokes are carefully outlined, the red is vigorous, bright and upward.

"The painting is really great! Thank you so much for your patronage, big brother!"

"Well, but still, each little red flower is drawn a little differently." There was a hint of slyness in the boy's gray pupils, and his index finger was on his lips, "Shh, brother, you have to help me keep it a secret, by the teacher. It's not good to find out."

...

"Ah! Gu Xiongzi! The teacher asked everyone to come to the door for a group photo. Are you sold out of biscuits? They have been sold all afternoon!"

A female in the same school uniform as the little boy stood at the door and called.

"Come - come -" Gu Yu's tone dragged on, his face full of reluctance.

He was stuffing the basket into Lu Chen's hand when the teacher came over and called again, "Classmate Gu Yu, come here, come take a picture! Huh? Who is that kid over there? - That little classmate, can you please come and help? Shall we take a picture?"

"One is fine, but trouble!"

Lu Chen was carrying a basket full of cookies in one hand, while the other hand was pulled over by the little male bug. The teacher enthusiastically put the little bug's eye camera into his hand.

"Well, please, this little classmate, be sure to take pictures of our whole class!"

Lu Chen was pushed in front of the whole class of second-grade pupils, holding the bug-eye camera in his hand, feeling a little cramped.

Reluctant to be pulled over to the standing white-haired little boy, he raised his head and smiled at him from a distance, as if to comfort him, and winked again, as if to say that it should be kept secret.

Perhaps the light was too good that evening.

Lu Chen suddenly felt that this scene was indeed worth preserving forever.

The teacher was still trying his best to soothe: "Everyone stand still, stand still! Don't push and shout, don't make loud noises! Quiet, quiet!"

"Let's learn from Gu Yu from the first row? Although he doesn't usually like to participate in group activities, he is always the quietest one!"

"But teacher," a child raised his hand, "It's clear that Gu Xiongzi is too lazy to talk or move!"

The whole class laughed, the teacher held his forehead, and Gu Yu was smiling at the eyes outside the camera, as if he was not in a world with his surroundings.

This image, through the hands of another ten-year-old boy, was preserved forever.

"I see, one last laugh!"

Gu Yu stared at the playground for a while, then suddenly woke up.

"What?" Moore didn't respond for a while.

Gu Yu lowered his head and said to himself, "I should have known this earlier. At that time, there would be no insects here except for us. After a few days, the playground was demolished."

Moore sensed the key point from his broken thoughts: "You've been here before, Major Gu?"

Gu Yu didn't have time to explain, and before the group of pursuers who couldn't leave behind arrived, he took Mole to the bottom of a big tree in front of the playground and digged. Moer was confused, followed the male worm to dig in confusion, and actually dug out an iron box.

The box is not big, it is filled with all kinds of strange things, mecha figures, bear dolls, letters in envelopes, small notes of various colors, and finally a photo is pressed at the bottom.

Moore leaned over to look at it, and was stunned for a while: "Is this... a group photo of a spring outing in an elementary school?"

Gu Yu explained briefly: "I came to this spring outing when I was in elementary school, and when I left later, the teacher in the class asked us to put our babies in this time capsule, write down what we wanted to say to our future self, and then bury them in this time capsule. Under the tree, you can come and take it when it grows up."

In that group photo, almost all the insects were smiling, and even the teacher who was holding his forehead by the side had a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

Moore suddenly realized: "Is this the 'last laugh'?"