"Make trouble? Don't talk nonsense. I just took an old friend who has lived alone for a long time to recall the past."

Russell tilted his head, lit the cigar, and suddenly asked, "Huai Shi, when was the happiest time you used to?"

Huai Shi answered directly without thinking: "When you make money!"

"Ha, it's really straightforward."

Russell was amused, "What about this? It's not this short peace that just allows panic to pass away, but you will be attached from the heart and be reluctant to leave the time it has passed... When?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment, lowered her head, and looked at the instrument solidified in amber on her wrist.

"It's probably when playing the cello."

He sighed softly, "When I first learned to play the violin, I didn't know anything, but I just instinctively liked it.

In the sound of the piano, all listeners can be satisfied and feel happiness. I have not lost anything... Even if I can enjoy myself unscrupulously after becoming a sublimator, I can never compare with this feeling."

"But you didn't have a good past."

"That's right." Huai Shi nodded.

"No matter how difficult a life is, there will be light, right?"

Russell smiled and stared at the setting sun in the distance, "Everyone will have it, and so will Sharma."

“…”

Huai Shi glanced at his happy smile as if he was looking at the beautiful past, and she felt that the old man was really sick: "You obviously just tried to make things difficult for others, okay?

Before leaving, he specially used his old enemy Ying Fangzhou to show off his face. No matter how you look at it, it will be revenge!"

"This is not a contradiction, Huai Shi."

Russell turned around and looked happy: "It should be said that this is the most wonderful place-Sharma's happiest time in his life was actually spent with the person he hated the most."

"What?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

"If anyone in this world can truly understand Ying Fangzhou, there is no doubt that it should be him?"

Russell turned around, stared at the stone ball that was gradually fading behind him, and murmured softly: "After all, no one except Ying Fangzhou can drag him out of his shell..."

In a nutshell, it is a mortal enemy, right?

Scholars who are so self-enclosed that they cannot listen to any persuasion, and sublimators who are so proud that they cannot listen to any advice.

Sharma, a scholar from India and Ying Fangzhou, a sublimator from Dongxia, are completely different from each other, and have never been on the same channel.

As early as the first moment they met, they had already decided that the other party was a guy who was absolutely unaccompanied with them. Whether it was rational or instinct, they blocked the other party at the same time.

If possible, I don't want to stay in the same room with the other party for a second.

In fact, both sides have never concealed their rejection and disgust towards each other, but this does not prevent the two from working closely together in an uninterrupted manner when exploring the abyss.

What is above personal likes and dislikes is tasks and work, while what is hidden under disputes is the "recognition" that even they themselves will not recognize.

If you want to realize your own value and achieve your ideal, you must have the other party’s existence!

No one else can do the results that the other party can bring.

Such an efficient and awkward combination is not an exaggeration to call it mutual use. It is not an eight-worship friendship that is sympathetic to brothers and sisters, but a collaborator who does his best to endure and restrain himself.

But in addition to this, there must be something.

If the other party is gone.

I will definitely be lonely...

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After Russell left, he returned to the silent stone ball, and all the isolation measures prepared for outsiders disappeared.

But the stone statue is still in place, silent.

Until a phantom that did not belong here appeared, he sighed helplessly: "It seems that the time to visit is not the time, and this can be a car with Russell's bastard."

Woodman from Golden Dawn shook his head, as if he was merciful: "Have you given up on the dream of rebuilding the kingdom of heaven yet? It's you, Russell..."

As he said that, he turned around and asked, "Since he rejected him, what are you thinking about our proposal?"

“I won’t even think about it.”

The stone statue didn't move, "I said it, I'm not interested, it's time for you to leave."

"So, this time I'm disturbing."

Woodman smiled, but did not entangle, but just raised the brim of his hat and said goodbye politely, but before leaving, his steps paused.

Sigh silently.

"Sharma, I know how much you hate the outside world and the people who keep disappointing you... But no matter how prosperous and lasting the world inside, it has no value or meaning.

“You should make a choice.”

He said, “It is not between the remnants of the ideal country and the rebellion of the Golden Dawn, but the inside and outside – never between the puppets that will not disappoint you and the others who will hurt you.”

"Woodman, I already have a choice."

The creator in the ecological bottle opened the door to leave and told him bluntly: "The world inside is very good, please don't disturb me again."

"If so, why do you still see Russell and me?"

Woodman turned around, looked at him for a last glance, and asked softly: "Where is there really no regrets in the world inside?"

The stone statue has no answer.

And Woodman's phantom has dissipated silently, just like the ghost evaporated in the sun, disappearing without a trace.

In the long silence, the huge ecological bottles closed again.

Everything returns to order.

Countless laws run from it, following the will of the Creator, slowly make up for the harm and hidden dangers brought by outsiders, readjust the movement of wind, rain and tides, and revise the established history of the future again.

In this way, from now on, it extends to the future until it ensures that thousands of years and ten thousand years later, it will never end toward the eternity that does not exist.

There are no accidents, and there are no unreasonable exceptions.

Perfect and harmonious.

From beginning to end, Sharma did not have any other moves.

A breeze blew from afar, rolling up Russell's business card left on the table, landing in front of him, along with the invitation from Golden Dawn.

There is no need for any action. As long as Sharma's thoughts, the two pieces of paper that do not have any strangeness will start to decompose from matter, iterate from pulp into elements and dust, and there will be no trace again.

But for a long time, neither of the two pieces of paper changed at all.

——Will there be any regrets in the world inside, Sharma?

"I have no idea……"

Sharma replied softly.

"But, he was so satisfied that he died, it made me very sad."

That disgusting face appeared before my eyes, and with a fearless smile that was no different from the past, the Creator closed his eyes in gloomy.

Because I gain nothing...

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The next day, after a night of sailing, Huai Shi and the others had already arrived at the Hawaiian Islands, a colonial colony of Rome in the vast Pacific Ocean.

The largest children's playground in the Pacific.

In past history, due to the political competition and tug-of-power between Rome and America, Hawaii has become a rather strange place.

Due to its loose legal system, it has become the world's largest offshore company registration place, and tax payments are even more relaxed to attract more funds.

At the same time, while vigorously developing the tourism industry, the education industry is also booming. The Ivy League has opened various training facilities here, using it as a training pilot for its sublimators. It uses "genius children's education" as a selling point and relies on local legal conditions to carry out "mathematics", "physics", and "logics" training classes that are not limited to age to collect new blood with talents.

There are even "driving" and "shooting" for cars, speedboats and helicopters opened by ordinary people, as well as "extreme sports" subjects such as parachuting, skiing, wingsuit flight, etc.

No age or subject, pay the money on the same day, start learning on the same day, teach and graduate at the earliest ten days. As long as you have money, even an eight-year-old child can learn amazing skills after a few months of training.

Unfortunately, Huai Shi and the others did not come here to inspect their peers.

After renting a car with their license, they slowly headed towards Honolulu.

On the way, Russell kept turning his cell phone in his hand, as if waiting for the phone call.

Huai Shi next to him looked at him and shook her head: "I haven't contacted you until now. It seems that he really doesn't want to pay attention to you anymore."

"Yes, it's really sad to part with an old friend."

Russell sighed and stared out the window sadly, lonely as snow.

"hehe."
To be continued...