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Since ancient times, the debate over whether human nature is inherently good or wicked has never ceased, and each side has its own reasoning. It seems that as long as the world is still awake, the bloodshed can only continue. Controversial, chaotic yet orderly, stubborn and fragile, the wind blows and the sand flies, when he stood side by side with Ning in this ancient human culture simulation city, Wu Tianbo hesitated unusually.
Ning once again voluntarily resigned from her job as a junior bartender, this being she didn't know how many jobs she had had.
" Ning, why don't you like the New World and want to be the first volunteer to simulate the ancient city? This is very dangerous," Wu Tianbo did not refuse Ning's second invitation. It seems that he has no way to refuse Ning. His heart is probably full of struggle and contradiction, at least some lack of support, at least his education does not allow him to take such a big risk to gamble.
But Ning just glanced at him lightly, and his soul suddenly produced infinite courage from the blood flowing through his body.
He instinctively wanted to get close to Ning, it felt like missing half a wing.
Living as a human being is for the glory and the expedition of dreams, there must always be something special to do. What's the point of living a mediocre life— if the meaning of life is really a false proposition, does he still need to go on living? Wu Tianbo couldn't think deeply, didn't dare to ponder. He followed behind Ning, stepping in Ning's ideal footprints, and the two of them walked into the simulated northern frontier of "the vast desert smoke straight, the long river sunset round."
"Do you like it here?" she asked unexpectedly. Wu Tianbo looked around and saw nothing but desolation, with no signs of life. But Ning liked it here. He nodded. "You don't understand the desert," she shook her head, scooping up a handful of soft sand from the ground, which slipped through Ning's fingers like flowing water.
"Do you think the desert is one of the answers?" With no way to retreat, Wu Tianbo closed his eyes as the wind and sand came straight at him. He struggled to hold onto Ning's backpack strap, afraid that Ning would be swept away by the fierce wind in the next moment. If only he were a camel.
The boat of the desert, the camel.
"Is hump delicious?" Out of the blue, he suddenly asked this question.
"Not delicious! It's fat within fat, simply losing half a lifetime of hope with just one bite."
He suppressed his own desires, stopped in his tracks, picked up a bit of sand. The sand seemed to conceal something, the glorious Silk Road of the past, the splendid ancient human civilization. Such a landscape, still full of charm.
Ning waved ahead, she was waiting for him. Wu Tianbo was very surprised, he actually immersed himself in it, knowing it was an experiment. Desire, now desire was growing everywhere, but he suddenly became calm. For a moment, he almost thought he had understood the desert, understood Ning.
She was not a new human, not belonging to the small, crazy new world of psychedelic crystals. She was like an irregular stubborn stone, unwilling to polish herself, so she was abandoned by the vast ancient world, left to grow wild like a patch of grass, untouched by any dust.
The desert posed a threat to them, with the warning of the wind and sand still fresh in their minds.
But the desert also gave them a chance to mend their souls. They had to wander and patch up, and Wu Tianbo realized his own shortcomings. As a sociologist, he had not fully completed his socialization and did not truly understand society and people. Society is the human world, yet it is more than just the human world.
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