Deng Chun was a little dazed, on an emotional level.
His mind was still clear, and there was a cold silence.
He looked at Deng Wei, trying his best to understand the information contained in the latter's eyes - he didn't expect the other person to speak more straightforwardly. If it was too straightforward, he might be the first person who couldn't stand it.
However, Deng Wei really continued: "Twenty-seventh brother, I know what you are worried about. Now my father's physical condition has indeed reached the point where measures have to be taken. At this stage, only old Mr. Els Only the recommended medical plan is feasible.
"A few of us are destined to work hard to help dad get through this. This is the core value that they are destined to have from birth.
"But I still have to emphasize that even if we are both born into the Deng family and are of dad's blood, people's opportunities and development are also different. For example, like me, like you - you have to believe that dad has made a heart-to-heart with you. of."
Deng Chun lowered his eyes and kept his face as calm as possible, but the cold air coming from his bones made him shiver.
As Deng Wei made his position clear, his old father's purpose of dragging his children and grandchildren on this airship to Los Angeles has basically emerged.
Obviously, his old father was getting old, but he was not willing to wait for death. He wanted to learn from the advanced experience of old Els and use taboo medical technology to prolong his life. The vast majority of his blood on this airship will probably soon become "blood" in the literal sense.
Moreover, this is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a premeditation.
People in Hucheng say that Deng Yunwei is an old man and an old antique. Even in the 22nd century, he is still thinking like the ancients one or two hundred years ago. In this life, he is aiming for the success of his descendants.
But who would have thought that quite a few of the offspring he gave birth to had such plans.
Moreover, is it really about procreation and reproduction
Among the information compiled by Deng Chun last night, there were also some speculations about the long-term way of extending life of old Els. There is cloning technology in it...
The rational thread pushes forward, and the dark tide of emotion submerges it.
Deng Chun forced himself to stop here.
He told himself that if he continued to think about it, it would only distract him and there would be no other meaning.
But when he saw Deng Wei's face in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help but overlap the still young face in front of him with the chicken skin and white hair of his old father in his memory.
This kind of cognitive confusion is driving Deng Chun crazy.
At this time, he discovered that he was still holding the coffee cup tightly in his hand. The palm of his hand was warm, but it was more likely because his hands and feet had turned cold.
"Is it hard to digest?"
Deng Wei looked at him with a smile: "But I think, with your brain, twenty-seventh brother, a whole night's buffer is almost enough."
Deng Chun's face was expressionless.
Deng Wei continued to speak and also sighed:
"In this world, there will always be people who want to do things that are theoretically impossible. Some are really impossible to do, some have never been done before, and some others don't dare to think about...
“In the laboratory, timed limits are called scientific research; around us, in real life, they are perversion and madness.
"But what can we do with such an old man on the stall?"
Is this something you can say with a smile
He obviously thought so, but at this moment, Deng Chun also squeezed out a smile on his face: "Should I say that I am honored now?" Probably Deng Chun's current expression and words were really ridiculous, and Deng Wei laughed. Get up:
"Twenty-seventh brother, it is normal for you to have resistance in your heart, and there is no need to force yourself. I called you here today just to follow my father's wishes and to reassure you, a smart man.
"You were not included in the plan in the first place. The most realistic point is: twenty-five is a bit old, and some of your body functions have already passed their peak, so you were not included in the choice..."
"Then why do you want me to get on the boat?" Deng Chun interrupted, "Wouldn't it be better to leave me to fend for myself in Lake City?"
"Look, you've already told me about self-reliance and self-destruction, so why can't you understand dad's good intentions?"
Deng Wei made it clear that he was a lobbyist and constantly instilled relevant ideas into Deng Chun: "You also know the situation in Hucheng now. For our Deng family, if there is a problem with Mr. Baifeng, he will basically ask us to step down and bow. .
“President Gao has always acted responsibly, and being able to help contact Mr. Els and use the resources of the Clay Laboratory to give dad a decent face is the best result.
"For us, the next step is how to transfer personnel and assets to reduce losses. What use can you, the supervisor of a small yard, do if you stay there? ? At the age of twenty-five, my physical functions have declined, but the purpose of this place..."
Deng Wei nodded his head again and emphasized:
“This is just the beginning.
"Your insights and analysis of the Dream Game, Mr. Baifeng and the current situation are very much to my liking. What is this called? This is called 'standing out'. This is the reason why you got on the boat.
"So, you must distinguish yourself from those people in the plan. There is no need for you to participate here. Just wait patiently in your room and don't do anything unnecessary. When you get to Los Angeles, dad will naturally have other plans. s arrangement."
Deng Chun opened his mouth, wanting to ask something more, but felt it was inappropriate.
But Deng Wei probably guessed what he was thinking: "You want to ask, when did I know about this?"
Deng Chun stared at him.
Deng Wei laughed: "It's been two years. I said that passing the age of twenty-five is a hurdle, and engaging in scientific research will always make people's minds clearer."
Is this called sobriety
Deng Chun had always felt that he was quite calculating and hard-hearted, but when he saw Brother Twenty in front of him, he couldn't help but feel inferior.
Of course, Deng Wei's guess is correct or not. He did guess correctly what he wanted to ask, but how could this be the only question he wanted to ask
There are some words that I know will do no good, but driven by the ups and downs of emotions, I still say them:
"So, who's in the plan?"
When the question came out, Deng Wei's seemingly everlasting smile came back:
"Don't look for trouble."
Deng Chun was silent.
Deng Wei picked up the water glass again and gestured to him: "Brother Twenty-seven, I have finished what I need to say, and the meaning that needs to be conveyed should be conveyed in place. You can go back to your room to continue digesting...
"You have to be patient and determined. It's a long way to Los Angeles, but it's nothing compared to your future in this life."
Now that he was ordered to be expelled, Deng Chun swallowed all the unspoken questions and stood up to leave.
After taking two steps, Deng Wei stopped him again: "I almost forgot, your things should be returned to their original owners."
Deng Chun turned around and saw the staff member who had followed Deng Wei stand out from the corner, took out a wooden box from somewhere, and handed it directly to him.
At Deng Wei's signal, Deng Chun opened the box, and the familiar white-faced civilian mask came into view.
This is the mask he obtained in the Hundun Order, which represents the blessing of Lord Baifeng. It was confiscated at the old house at noon yesterday, and he forgot to take it back, but he didn't want it to come back to him at this time and in this form.
"Your mask."
Deng Wei took the trouble to explain: "At this time, there is a high probability that it will be useless. Let's keep it as a souvenir. Maybe one day we will still use this appearance, maybe when we go back to Lake City."
Deng Chun actually didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions, closed the lid of the wooden box, took it and left, never looking back.
No. 4 in work clothes who came with him also started to follow him silently, like his shadow, never leaving.
On the way back to the room, Deng Chun had so many thoughts running through his mind:
He once again thought about smashing the window and escaping; he thought about calling the name of God; he thought about a future that might be bright or dim... Occasionally he was looking forward to it, but more often he was confused and worried.
He also hoped that he could meet someone again on the road and start a conversation, whether it was sincerity or hypocrisy, which would allow him to sort out the confusion and chaos in his heart.
But until I returned to my room, there wasn't even a ghost on the way.
The manor-like airship in the sky dropped about twenty so-called Deng family bloodlines, and they could be digested silently without leaving any traces.
So the question becomes, if you can keep no trace, why tell it
The first thing Deng Chun did after returning to the room was to wash his face with cold water to calm down his brain, which was about to be destroyed by noisy emotions.
However, the effect is not effective.
During breakfast time, Deng Wei actually fed him not much information, but the dark background involved was enough to trigger countless bad associations.
Even if Deng Wei gave him reassurance several times, he just said clearly:
Dad will eat no one but you.
But the highly gloomy background itself makes this promise extremely absurd and fragile.
Under the confusion and fog in my heart, the burning anxiety has not weakened at all. This greatly swallowed up Deng Chun's energy, affected his decision-making, and made him feel confused.
Thinking about it again, his old father said that he liked his brain, which was simply the most ridiculous ridicule...
Deng Chun sat at the end of the bed, hunched over and pressing his elbows on his thighs, barely supporting his overly heavy mood.
The wooden box containing the mask was thrown aside. The lid of the box was opened, and the civilian mask with a white face and a red hat was showing him a smile that was both compassionate and mocking.
Deng Chun could hardly bear it, but he still suppressed the thought of closing the lid of the box again, turned his face and stared at the mask, trying to get some kind of enlightenment from it...
Or maybe it's a harbinger of crisis.
He didn't understand why Deng Wei, mainly his old father, would return this mask to him at this time.
He wouldn't believe a word of this bullshit commemoration.
In the past, this was a symbol of Lord Baifeng's blessing and a real "magic weapon". There was no such thing as a fuel-efficient lamp involving extraordinary power.
If possible, he even wanted to throw this thing outside the airship, but No. 4 in work clothes, who was following him from beginning to end, was still guarding the door and wouldn't give him this chance at all.
Just when I had a splitting headache, the soles of my feet seemed to vibrate.
It seemed like there was some kind of sound that penetrated all the obstacles and was transmitted over.