Lu Luo seemed to have some sense of what was happening behind him. He raised his head and looked at the little girl and saw that the little girl smiled sweetly at him.

"Okay, Dad, come here."

"Um."

Lu Luo sat next to the little girl and picked up the storybook.

In the blind spot of his sight, the patched tutu bear's eyes emitted a slight light again.

The somewhat shriveled body slowly turned a little, and the smiling lips also cracked a little.

There is something in the mouth, and it is impossible to see from this angle.

However, if you get close enough, you can probably feel the chill and chill inside.

Although Lu Luo has lost his strength, he has become an ordinary person.

But his alertness was still very strong, although he did not see the little bear's abnormal movements.

But he still felt something in the dark.

So, Lu Luo looked at the little bear again.

But when Lu Luo looked at the bear, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Smiley, patches, worn and clean.

It's a really nice toy and looks very likable.

"Hehe, hehehe." Lu Luo began to smile foolishly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"Dad, why are you laughing at? Do you like my little bear?"

"Yeah, it's pretty cute."

Lu Luo withdrew his gaze and put his gaze back on the book in his hand.

"So, let's start?"

"OK."

Seeing the little girl agreeing, Lu Luo began to read the book "Thirty Thousand Watermelons Escaped" in his hand.

“Around the mountains, there is a vast world, and 30,000 watermelons live leisurely here.

The sun shines on the earth, and the watermelons bathe in the sunshine, each growing big and round.

That day, two crows flew over.

A crow said: Look, these watermelons look delicious and will be shipped to the market tomorrow and sold."

When Lu Luo read this, he felt that it was natural. This is probably a normal story of buying and selling watermelons?

Or is it a story about a child eating?

However, the meaning of the Crow in the Wasteland Alliance...

OK, maybe there is no special idea about the crow here.

The story style is normal until here. Lu Luo continued to read it, but soon, he felt something was wrong.

"The other crow said: It's so pitiful, these watermelons will be eaten soon, and I don't know that they are about to die.

I was still chatting here, and it was really a bunch of pitiful things.

quack……

Hearing these words, the watermelons started to discuss angrily.

Have you heard of it? We will all be eaten, eaten by those cruel humans.

I heard that before being eaten, let’s run away!

Yes, staying here is waiting for death, and can only be slaughtered by humans.

Let us know that after dark, we will run away.”

When Lu Luo read this paragraph, the education he received and his intuition told him that something seemed wrong with this book.

There are adjectives about death and cruel human beings...

It shouldn't be in such children's books, right?

Upon hearing this, the little girl sitting next to Lu Luo leaned her head on Lu Luo's arm.

There was a crying voice in his voice.

"The watermelons are so pitiful, they are about to be eaten!

Dad, do you think so too?"

The girl's eyes were shining, and this light made Lu Luo swallow what he said in his heart.

Isn’t the watermelon… itself supposed to be eaten by others?

The corners of his mouth twitched:

"Well, the watermelon is really pitiful, let's continue reading."

By this time, Lu Luo had already begun to become interested in the following content in this book.

He had a feeling, this place, this world, this room, this book.

It seems...it's not very simple.

When Lu Luo looked at the book again, the little girl's eyes were inexplicable.

The little bear beside her cracked his mouth again, which was hiding something.

Lu Luo paused for a moment, and at a position where the little girl could not see, her eyes twisted slightly.

Going to the rest of the room.

A simple house, bed, quilt, and the crayon painting and a family portrait of a family of three hanging on the wall.

Finally, Lu Luo's eyes remained in the direction of the bear.

However, he stopped and continued to study without letting anyone notice his actions.

"Gulugulu, baji, baji!

Thirty thousand watermelons broke their vines, enduring the torn pain and broke free from the cage and restraint.

They all ran away, they were free.”

"Yeah!" The little girl was very excited, but Lu Luo couldn't laugh.

He silently repeated what he had just said.

"Had endured the pain of tearing and breaking free from the cage and restraint...

It feels like the voice of someone or a creature."

"Dad, why don't you read it?"

"It's okay, dad is happy for these watermelons too!"

Lu Luo also showed a cheerful smile, but he felt even more complicated about the little girl in front of him.

"Come on, everyone, hurry up and follow, 30,000 watermelons, get out, get out.

They ran away desperately, rushed up the road in crowds, and gathered into a watermelon river torrent.

Although they were very moving, even the moon hanging in the sky turned a blind eye and pretended not to see all this.

They rolled and rolled until the sun rose in the morning, and they had arrived at the foot of the mountain.

1,2,3,4.

The watermelons dare not rest, dare not pause, or even dare to continue talking. They keep climbing, keep climbing.

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the head watermelon shouted:

The sea is the sea!

They found a sea.

At the end of the sea, the sun, which only half of the head, seemed to be shouting at them:

Come quickly, come quickly!

The watermelons encouraged each other and nodded and cheered.

Yes, let’s follow the sun together, it is light, and it is hope.”

When Lu Luo finished reading this paragraph, he was silent for a while again.

First of all, the Wasteland Alliance has no sea.

Then, the Wasteland Alliance rarely sees the sun.

So, what is the moral of this story?

What is a watermelon? What is the moon? What is the sun? What is the sea?
To be continued...