Although they all brought nutrients and some compressed food, the people at Sentinel No. 23 treated Fan Lin and Fang Zhao and the others very well, and took out the prey they had stored and brought back from hunting.
The sentinel is far less large than the base, and the conditions are limited. Each room is only ten square meters, and there are two people per room.
In the evening, Lin Kevin, who had been tired for a day, lay on the bed and couldn't be bothered to move. He followed him a lot today, and when he looked down at the experimental field from the air, he didn't feel much, but when he actually walked inside, he realized that he was very tired and walked back and forth. , and had to deal with Fan Lin's various problems.
Sentinel room has a cold metallic feel, like a prison. This kind of condition that is similar no matter which base is used is very common, but at least the room at the base is larger and more complete than the room at the sentinel.
Lin Kevin thought to himself, anyway, he will go back to the base tomorrow, and he will be over in one night.
"Fang Zhao, are you writing a diary again?" Lin Kevin asked when Fang Zhao was writing something in the familiar notebook again. These days, he has figured out Fang Zhao's habits. Every day, Fang Zhao always writes something in that notebook. Fang Zhao said it was a score, but he couldn't understand it, so he was writing a diary.
"Well, you go to bed first, I still have something to write." Fang Zhao wrote today on the way from the base to the sentinel, when he looked down at the mountains, rivers and jungles of this planet from the air, and when he was beating the ground in the experimental field. paragraph inspiration.
These are not enough to make a song, just some small fragments, but over time, maybe one day in the future, under the catalysis of a certain opportunity, a complete song may be created.
Before his military service, Fang Zhao was approached by Mr. Xue Jing to talk to him. This year, the old artist will have another global tour, but Fang Zhao was unable to participate because of his military service.
Xue Jing suggested that Fang Zhao should not waste those fragmented inspirations even when he was serving. Although Fang Zhao was only in his twenties, he was still quite young in the new century. Some younger people held their own concerts, and Xue Jing hoped that Fang Zhao would not relax.
"If you want to get more recognition in this industry, you still have to improve your artistic value through some traditional methods, such as holding a concert according to the old rules. Maybe this kind of rules has many drawbacks, too rigid, you don't Agree, but only at the top can you challenge the rules, at least for now, you still have to follow the old rules."
At that time, Xue Jing advised Fang Zhao to hold his own concerts within ten years. That kind of concerts were not comparable to those of a commercial nature. They had to produce works of sufficient quality. Therefore, Xue Jing hoped that even if Fang Zhao served, he would not forget his own business. Inspiration is something that, once you don't grasp it, it's hard to have a second chance to grasp it.
Fang Zhao listened carefully to Xue Jing's suggestion. In fact, even if Xue Jing didn't say it, Fang Zhao would follow his old habit and record the inspirations in his daily life. During the era of eradication, the conditions were difficult. I can't say enough.
Fang Zhao also hopes to hold a concert, but he doesn't have to deliberately pursue the so-called artistry, he just follows his own inspiration.
Lin Kevin couldn't understand Fang Zhao's thoughts, but he was already sleepy, "Well, you continue to write, I'll go to bed first, call me tomorrow morning, Fan Lin said that I have to get up early tomorrow to watch the germination, otherwise I'll have to wait another year, let's go to bed. It's also in vain."
"Okay, you go to sleep first."
Fang Zhao turned off the lights in the room first, then grabbed a handful of feed and threw it into the water tank, and knocked on the water tank.
The light from the "rabbit" in the tank is like a flashlight, illuminating the small room.
Fang Zhao specially asked Fan Lin to ask for this "rabbit". This little thing looks very dull, but in fact it is very refined. After throwing a small piece of feed, it will light up for a few seconds perfunctorily. The more feed thrown in, the more , the longer it glows. Fan Lin said that the length of time it emits light is related to its mood. If you are in a bad mood, no matter how much feed you give, it will not shine.
Fang Zhao covered up with his clothes to prevent the light from reaching Kevin Lin. He glanced at the "rabbit" in the water tank, which was slowly eating the feed. He sank his mind and continued to write the piece of music that he had not finished just now. Modify the two paragraphs.
When Fang Zhao closed the notebook, Kevin Lin had already started snoring.
The "rabbit" in the water tank seems to be in a pretty good mood today. I don't know if it is because of the amount of feed given or because of the stimulation of the new environment.
Fang Zhao tapped on the wall of the tank, and the light dimmed until it was dark.
Early the next morning, Fang Zhao received a call from Fan Lin.
"Get up and go to the experimental field, don't stay in bed! Remember to bring a camera and keep enough energy!" Fan Lin urged again.
Lin Kevin was still a little dazed when he was woken up by Fang Zhao, as if he didn't know where he was. He woke up after a while, and followed Fang Zhao to the test field yawning.
"It's still dark, so squatted on the ground so early to wait for the sprouts to sprout?" Lin Kevin said and yawned again.
"Isn't this nonsense, you won't have to watch it until dawn." Fan Lin ignored Lin Kevin and directed several experimenters to run inside and out, not knowing what they were measuring.
The people in the sentinel, even if they were not on duty, got up.
"How is my hairstyle today?"
"Then who, wipe the feces!"
"Fuck, I forgot to shave! Shall I go back and shave again? Forget it, still not, what if I miss the opportunity."
"I'm so nervous. I shaved my head a few days ago. I don't know if my family recognizes me."
The people in the sentinel got up so early just to show their faces in the live broadcast. They couldn't catch up during the live broadcast yesterday. Today, Fan Lin said, give them a chance to be the background.
However, Yan Biao, who was the captain of the sentinel, did not plan to appear on the camera. His rank and official position had too many constraints. To be on the safe side, he could only stand in a place where the camera could not take pictures.
Fang Zhao glanced at the several sentry personnel who came over. The sturdy physique had a sturdy aura. Even the thinnest person on the side had hidden a lot of explosive power. This is the garrison of the alien base. The difference with those in the Continental Military Region who have never experienced war.
Fan Lin looked at the underground surveillance data, then looked at the sky, and said to Lin Kevin, "The live broadcast can start... Wait! I almost forgot my face mask."
Two experimenters came over with a box of masks and distributed the masks inside to everyone.
Sentinel staff standing behind: "..." Can you still see who is who with the mask on
"Must be worn?" asked one of the guards.
"You don't need to wear it, but I don't care if anything happens." Fan Lin said.
Everyone in the sentinel struggled for a while, but they still wore them honestly.
Yan Biao, who was on the side, was a little depressed because he couldn't be in the mirror, but he suddenly improved a lot.
Fang Zhao put on a mask and inhaled filtered air, and his eyes were separated from the outside air by a layer of transparent baffles.
"It's also very well protected. It's not a mine. A half-coverage breathing mask is enough. Why do you need to cover your eyes?" Lin Kevin complained.
"It will hurt your eyes," Fan Lin said. "And it also prevents you from allergies. Everyone's physique is different, and if others are fine, you may not be fine, just in case. Just your small body... tsk."
Fan Lin's tone was short of saying "waste wood".
Lin Kevin was not convinced, "What's wrong with me, your old body is not much better!" He couldn't compare to Fang Zhao or Fan Lin, a guy who was about to enter old age
Fan Lin didn't speak, just smiled, then lifted his shirt, revealing his strong eight-pack abs.
Kevin Lin: "..." Paralyzed.
"We are also doing farm work." Fan Lin looked like he was educating the younger generation, "Young people, exercise more, don't waste the fine genes handed down from the ancestors."
They are all descendants of the ancestors of Genesis. It stands to reason that they do not have a particularly weak physique, but no matter how good their genes are, they cannot stand the waste of generations. Kevin Lin is the result of rarely exercising on weekdays and relying too much on machinery for everything. To sum up, it's all lazy.
Lin Kevin said that he did not want to talk to Fan Lin, and he communicated with the audience after the live broadcast.
The sky is already a little bright, and even if the lights are not turned on, you can still see the situation around the experimental field.
"What kind of battle is this? Why do you have to wear a mask to watch Germination?" The online audience did not know why.
"Don't you mean to see germination? They look like they are guarding against viruses."
Lin Kevin explained to the audience the reason Fan Lin said in the morning for wearing a mask. He looked at Fang Zhao and saw that Fang Zhao did not want to come over to answer the question. Lin Kevin happily continued to communicate with the audience.
A minute passed.
Ten minutes passed.
fifteen minutes…
Kevin Lin couldn't go on.
Online viewers also became impatient, some said they had to play a game first, and some said they had to go to the toilet first.
Lin Kevin looked at Fan Lin and asked Fan Lin to explain. Doesn't it mean that it will sprout soon? Fifteen minutes have passed, and there is still no movement. Are you kidding us? Waste of live broadcast time!
Fan Lin was not in a hurry. He glanced at the data displayed on a circular instrument in his hand, and said calmly, "It's almost time."
As soon as Fan Lin's voice fell, Fang Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the experimental field, "Come on!"
"What's coming? Fang Zhao, what did you hear..."
bang bang
Some dull cracking sounds suddenly sounded, like a blunt weapon cutting a barrier.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sounds were heard from all over the experimental field.
On the ground that was beaten firmly, cracks appeared one after another.
A branch of white arrow shadows emerged from the crack, and time seemed to speed up at this moment. The veins of the leaves seemed to spread out with self-awareness. In the blink of an eye, two leaves stretched out to meet the light of dawn projected on the horizon.
On the bare ground, within a few breaths, it was filled with those tender seedlings.
Fang Zhao looked at these seedlings without blinking, as if he saw the notes under the sky being lit up, from dim to brilliant, rotating and connecting into arcs, which were transmitted to all corners of the body.
Many times, you have to endure the boring and ordinary beginning. All you need is to wait patiently and watch the moment when they explode, the power of life that blooms recklessly.