Chapter 1235： Dont look, dont ask, dont talk (Part 1) (1/2)
July 15, 212 of the New Era calendar, counted as the Ghost Festival.
In view of the general unwillingness of Mingguang people to accept this setting, the government has not encouraged much celebration.
Nostalgia or something, the most exaggerated thing for everyone is to pay tribute to the jewelry made of the bones of their loved ones. It is hard for them to imagine why humans had gone to this festival before the cataclysm.
Well, wouldn't it be okay to be a dead man who is always young and young? There is a ghost like a tiger. It doesn't look good, and it's very pitiful.
Of course, the point is that Zuo Molu's ”movie” is finally going to be released, right on the newly built city wall.
Mingguang people, who have not seen a new movie in 200 years, are very excited. The crowds are crowded, and the keen-sniffing vendors realized the business opportunities earlier. From the early morning, they set up stalls where the movies were going to be shown, and all kinds of food and drink. The play is all available, and it is even more lively than the New Year.
The area of the new urban area enclosed by the four walls is huge. The discussion on whether to establish an ordinary residential area has not yet ended, but at the very least, if this area is reasonably used, it will be safe and secure enough to produce all the food and food needed for bright light. For melons, fruits and vegetables, it is no longer necessary for ordinary people to risk their lives to collect these things.
The height of the new city wall has reached 200 meters away, and the night is hazy like a continuous mountain range.
Although its effect on high-level monsters is limited, for ordinary people, this still does not prevent them from gaining a great sense of security.
”Wow~”
There was sound from speakers in all directions,
”Please keep quiet, please keep quiet everybody.”
Huang Dashan, Lin Chou and others randomly found a big tree and sat on it, with clear vision and fresh air.
Shan Ye said,
”Beep the dog, how did the cactus do it? The authorities let go of the curfew, the garrison maintains order, Nima sells batches, and the potted plants have something.
Lin Chou looked around,
”Really no ads? Just watch movies? Vegetarian? This is not a potted plant!”
The warlock is looking forward to it,
”Here's here, let's start to play, the special effects I made with my own hands, oh, the effects are old and amazing!”
On the city wall, the blue light flickered, and a blurry picture gradually appeared. For the premiere, the picture quality was so scumbag that I'm sorry for the free audience.
The object in the picture seems to be a tree with no entity surrounded by light, and it is also like an octopus flying in the deep sea.
”My time is a loop, a closed loop of time, time has no meaning to me.”
”Birth, death, rebirth, experiencing specious plots in repeated times.”
”All people, things, and things can be the protagonist, but I am not. I am just an observer, unable to change or record.”
”Everything will fade and erode in the dull repetition: emotion, memory, interest, and ultimately dull.”
”When everything starts to blur, I can only choose a ‘character’ that I can remember and be remembered. I seem to have a mission, maybe a destiny.”
”I have whispered to myself over and over again, don't watch, don't ask, don't say, every repetition is to release and enjoy, experience the same plot with different perspectives and characters, oh, or some similar plots.”
The sound was silent and the picture turned black.
Huang Dashan took the opportunity to say,
”It's the **** sound of a potted plant? How come you can suddenly be so... um... solemn? The goosebumps I hear are all **** up...”
The warlock put a black question mark on his face,
”Why don't I remember this paragraph?”