After discussing with Xue Nai, Rosie decided to clean up the classroom first, and gather the children of God's Residence tomorrow to ask for advice on teaching subjects.Rosie naturally wouldn't teach killing skills to such a young child, but fighting skills are within his consideration, and living underground, he should have some awareness of survival.

When Xue Nai went out to fetch water, he opened the box under the broken wooden bed.The bed was originally built from three rusty iron boxes and a wooden plank, but it fell apart when he pulled it out, and the dust rolled up.

The iron box was not locked, and when the lid was opened, there were three big boxes full of manuscripts, lines of writing glowing, and difficult and obscure mathematical formulas filled every corner of the paper.

Rosie wanted to find teaching materials in these boxes, but he found that the contents of the manuscripts were completely irrelevant to teaching, not to mention children of early school age, even he couldn't understand it-it seemed to be research related to astrophysics.

The only thing that could be read was the letter at the top of the pile, and Rosie tore it apart and read:

"Please allow me to boldly predict that Xue Nai, a good boy, will keep my relics intact. If someone reads this letter, the person in front of the letter must be a newcomer to God's Residence who intends to teach the children.I am relieved by that, and thank you for reaching out to them, no matter the length of time.

"As for what follows, it's a dying man's attempt to record his life, so if you're not interested, don't read any further.

"I taught in the astronomy department of Consington University, (Rosie was a little surprised to turn here, because this is the top university in Cecina,) worked hard until the age of thirty-five, with a good salaryWith my wife and children, I once thought that life would go on peacefully forever, until I made remarks against CyberRose in the academic circle.

"Actually, the rhetoric is not too harsh. I remind those scientists from the bottom of my heart not to pursue the ultimate technology crazily. Technology itself is innocent, but the original sin of human beings has never been eliminated. Blindly promoting bionic humans and the Magic Sea system will drag society down."Into the abyss. Five minutes after the speech, I received a warning from the government.

“The government forced me to retract my words and apologize for publicly defaming CyberRose, otherwise I would be stripped of my professorship. I refused, and an hour later, my wife contacted me crying and said that the police were searching our apartment to find the right person.Other evidence against me, to convict.

"In just one night, I lost my job, was afraid to return home, and ended up living on the streets. A few days later, my wife approached me through commissioned bounty hunters and begged me to retract my statement. I insisted on telling her that I was not wrong,She broke down and snapped at me for why I was ruining her life, and it dawned on me that I had lost my family."

After reading a page, Rosie quietly stared at the last few lines with a calm expression.He will pity and help others, but he has long since stopped sighing, and sighing is of no use to suffering.

He turned to the next page: "My wife remarried with their children. Later, after living in hiding for a while, Bai Shijin brought me to God's Residence. I became seriously ill during my wanderings and came to God's Residence.Residence is just a lingering life, meaningless."

"In order to make the few remaining lives meaningful, I discussed the school with Xue Nai. This is a little selfish. In my short life, I have never contributed to the academic achievements that will last forever, and my wife has neverLoved me, I was never loved by my own children, so wanted to find some value in the career of education.

"But when it's time to go to sleep, I ask myself, does being a teacher really make sense? The answer is no. The kids here are not bad, just ignorant. Living underground, they don't care about the future and lose timeThe concept of passing; of course, this is my excuse for my own inadequacy, and what really makes me despair is the inefficiency of education.

"The knowledge that a bionic human possesses at the time of leaving the factory is equivalent to three hundred years of learning by ordinary humans. When my students were struggling to master the official language of English, the newly factory bionic human has learned more than 200 languages.As for the gap between computing power and speed, it is beyond imagination, and human efforts have become futile.

"The feeling of powerlessness tortured me in the middle of the night, and now I don't have to bear it anymore...Before I died, I suddenly had the idea of 'I really want to see the starry sky'. Although I have been engaged in astronomy-related research all my life, I have notLook at the stars again.

"However, this seems meaningless, right? The artificial intelligence of the future may be able to reach the conclusion that it took me a lifetime to draw in one second. So, what kind of career is meaningful and what will never be replaced, what is close to eternity?"

Rosie puts down the letter.The teacher didn't continue writing here, and the empty space of the paper was splashed with blood spots, which dried up and turned dark brown.

In the darkness, he leaned against the wall somewhat exhausted, clenching his teeth.He couldn't help but imagine the mood of that teacher, a pair of eyes that stared at the starry sky for a long time but was forced to stare into the darkness, with such profound knowledge, he could only teach the simplest addition and subtraction, and died lonely in the ground.

"It's meaningless, teacher. You have studied astronomy all your life, and you have been confused by the eternity of those stars. As long as you seriously pursue the truth, you will find that everything is meaningless. Even if someone sacrifices his career and family in exchange for the right to speak,It also sounds like a gnat in the whole society." Rosie fished out a highlighter from the manuscript pile and wrote it on the back of the letter.

"But as you said, finding the truth itself is the reason we live. In the process of searching, you have helped at least one child. Maybe you don't see this as meaning, but I regard it as a reminderA respectful act of kindness. Thank you."

He put down his pen and folded the letter paper. At this time, Yue Ye Xue Nai came back with a small bucket of water dangling, and was shocked when he saw the open box: "Huh? This is what the teacher left behind."

"I opened it on my own, thinking that I should be able to find some teaching materials." Rosie helped to take the water in her hand.

Xue Nai rubbed her arms: "Well, did you find it?" She also peeped into the box curiously, and when she saw the complicated manuscript, her eyes widened.

"No." Rosie waved the letter in her hand, "I only found one letter."

"The teacher's letter? I want to read it." Xue Nai immediately tiptoed to reach for the paper in his hand. Rosie didn't let her get it, but stuffed it into her pocket:

"Nothing very important, just let you live a good life."

"That's very important!" Xue Nai almost jumped up in anxiety, waving her hands high, "Give me, give me!"

"No." Rosie whistled loosely, as long as he didn't want to show Xue Nai the letter, she wouldn't even touch it.He is not the kind of self-righteous person who keeps children innocent. Rosie has a lot of experience at Xue Nai's age, and he thinks there is nothing wrong with seeing the dark.

But the teacher is Xue Nai's role model.Rosie is well aware of the difficulty of being a role model. If Xue Nai knows that the teacher is not so firm in her heart, she may fall into confusion.

In the second district, he used to be the spiritual leader of the entire "art", always forcing himself to be strong and indifferent, never letting up, because everyone regarded him as hope-Rosie was fearless, hesitant, andNo, there is no moment of weakness.

Tsukino Yukina finally gave up the fight, and was coaxed by him to point out the location of the cemetery, and let Rosie burn the letter, but she was depressed and didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore.

The cemetery was built after the shrine. Over the years, nearly a hundred people have died in God's Residence, almost forming a small cemetery.This surprised Rosie, who was friends with Nagase Miko ten years ago, and Miko explained to him about religion, one of the most important points is that Shintoism regards death as unclean.

Cemeteries are never placed near shrines, which are the domains of the gods.When Nagase Miko was a priestess, the cemetery was not next to the shrine. This should be a new cemetery opened by Xue Nai.

When he asked about Shane, the latter explained briefly: "If God really loves people, he or she wouldn't mind people living in houses. Especially someone as good as a teacher."

They found the teacher's tombstone by the dim light, and Rosie lit the letter, the flame danced and cast a shadow on his face.The infinite past turned into fly ashes, and after the paper was burned, he twisted the hot and wrinkled ball with his fingertips, hoping that the last words he wrote could be conveyed to the other party.

"Crack."

Grace poked her head out from behind the flower stand furtively, held up a miniature camera to take a picture, and then quickly retracted it. The agility of her movements amazed the surrounding hunters.Just as everyone was holding their breath and concentrating on seeing if she could take the next picture, the protagonist in the viewfinder raised his eyes indifferently, and his eyes swept here, almost scaring the camera in her hand.

The HOPE bar welcomed an unusual guest today, and he sat down on the second-floor terrace and began to drink by himself.Grace covered her frightened heart and flipped through the photos she just took. Yes, the light is perfect, the angle is perfect, and she even thought of the title:

"Frustrated A+, who is Deng Huailing getting drunk late at night for?!"

This piece of news could probably bring in an income of 20,000 credits. Grace hummed a ditty in a good mood, and sneaked away from behind the flower stand while the protagonist of the news had no intention of pursuing it.

But what she didn't have time to notice was that Deng Huailing wasn't drinking, or that he was trying to get drunk—after he bought the most expensive bottle of HOPE, the proprietress Rolla heard the news and ordered him not to be served alcohol, and to replace all of them.into rose honey tea.

But Deng Huailing was full of resistance to things with the word rose, so the honey tea was replaced with milk.Calculated, the price of that bottle of wine was equal to five hundred cartons of milk. Deng Huailing bit the straw, feeling that the world was ridiculous, and he would never be able to drink so much milk in his life.

The table was already full of empty cartons. He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking it was wine.He didn't ask Rolla to argue, Rolla was for his own good, and Deng Huailing was not the kind of person who would ruin his body just because he was in a bad mood.Rosie's reminder was right, the drinking at the party was out of helplessness, and the wound was still healing, so he shouldn't be drinking now.

...and thought of Rosie again.He was lying on the table holding the milk carton sullenly, his black hair was hanging down, and he hid his eyes in the crook of his arms.At this time, his hair was suddenly messed up, Deng Huailing raised his head, Rolla touched the top of his hair, and said with a smile:

"You're like a lost love puppy now."

"Don't take the opportunity to hurt people." Deng Huailing said angrily, the weakness in his eyes disappeared immediately, "Ask your staff to delete the photos, I don't want to see any strange reports on "Hunting Pack"."

"Are you afraid that your bionic man will see it?" Rolla smiled slyly, swept away the pile of milk cartons, and sat sideways on the table, "I said a long time ago that he has secrets that we can't even imagine, You put too much thought into him, so naturally you got hurt all over."

Deng Huailing glanced at her, took another sip of milk, and then said calmly, "This doesn't seem to be your business, Rolla."

"Someone speaks stingingly today." Rolla was restrained and not angry, "Just as a more experienced person who has been here, I will give you some advice for a novice."

"Based on the dozens of sex friends you have made?" Deng Huailing said harshly, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.He is good-looking, and his mocking expression makes people love and hate him.

"Because I'm twice your age!" Rolla finally couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily waved his hand and hit him on the head, "Is that enough, little boy!!"