Chapter 32 (2/2)

Chen ang felt his body light and threw it to the ground from hundreds of meters high in the air. He vaguely heard bursts of noisy voices from the outside world, a pile of languages he didn't understand shouting.

Chen ang instinctively analyzed the language. He found that he had amazing changes. He could not only remember the pronunciation, tone, tone and volume of the language, but also vaguely sense the feelings and thoughts in the heart of the speaker. It seemed that the perceptual side of wisdom was open to him.

In this case, it took Chen ang only a few seconds to learn the most used languages. He even understood the meaning of their words and instinctively absorbed the information in the noisy conversation.

”Black sandstorm, mineral gold, broken gold sand” is the most popular word. People talk about the latter two greedily and eagerly, and feel deeply afraid of the first one.

”Is there a man here, a tramp?” a young voice whispered. ”Wake up, wake up, sir!”

”Ouch!” Chen ang felt a thin body carrying himself hard, but he didn't even have the power to open his eyes. Unless someone wanted to kill him, he could escape or fight back under the instinctive reflection of his body, but there was nothing he could do for this harmless child.

Gradually, this wisp of consciousness blurred down, and the subconscious took over his body.

After a dark sleep, Chen ang finally opened his eyes. There was a ceiling above his head. No, it should be a rotten shed. Chen ang controlled his fingers and moved flexibly, followed by his arms, thighs and body. Finally, the whole person got up freely and couldn't see the dead dog before.

After Chen ang woke up, he felt something wrong, as if there were countless thin lights hanging from the sky. He pulled one of them and felt a strange message. It seemed to be a morning news. Once again, it was a short message. These thousands of silk threads seemed to be something invisible to ordinary people.

There are electromagnetic waves, disturbed quantum information, invisible light, and even radiation.

Chen ang felt the information he had never seen before, and saw a wave of life approaching him from a distance.

”You're awake!” an eight or nine year old boy looked at him happily, leaned down, put down a worn-out part, stretched out his hand and took a cup for him. Chen ang smiled and took it in his hand and thanked the boy.

”You don't have to thank me. Helping each other is what should be done in the stars!” the boy said proudly with joy in his eyes.

Chen ang felt his purity and joy and said with a smile, ”but you're great to do what you should do!” it seems that no one has ever praised him like this. The boy conveyed an extremely excited mood. He said to Chen ang, ”you're hungry! I'll take you to eat. Unfortunately, I'm too poor to have anything good...”

The boy jumped and found some money from the box. The precious money under the box was wrapped in a handkerchief. Chen ang had to stop him.

He picked up the part that the boy had just put down, his eyes were slightly stagnant, and he saw a piece of light and shadow that matched. In time, the part was made of a raw material alloy, smelted, forged, formed, and then worn in the operation of the spacecraft. Finally, the accuracy was wrong and lost its function. Chen ang quickly compared and absorbed these information.

The right hand lightly knocked on the parts for a few times, and the old parts suddenly made a buzzing sound. The boy stared at the process and looked at Chen ang in surprise.

”Look! We have money for a big meal!” Chen ang said to him with a smile, holding up the parts.

”Really!” the boy looked at the parts in surprise, turned back and said to Chen ang, ”are you a mechanic?”

Mechanic, Chen ang looked up this term in the nearby information. It turned out that he was a technician proficient in maintenance and machinery. Thinking about his doctor's degree in engineering, Chen ang nodded.

In fact, who knows what earth engineers can be here? Do they know how to repair spaceships?

But the boy was not suspicious at all, or the parts in his hand explained everything. He took Chen ang out of the door and muttered, ”sell it to my master watu, and we will have money for a big meal!”

”Master!” it seems that this is not a good place. Chen ang looked at the jumping child and decided to let the word no longer appear in his mouth, ”what's your name?”

”Anakin!”

”What's your last name?”

”Skywalker! My name is Anakin Skywalker!”