Preface 2 Where is home?

Lying on the soft mattress, pillowing on the back of my head, looking straight at the snow-white ceiling, I woke up from a psychedelic dream. The sun is shining outside the window, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. But I stuck in a corner of the city, to be precise, in a reinforced concrete cage.

I don't even know the surname and name of the neighbor next door, a few people in the family.

The distance between a wall is like a gap in the sky.

This kind of reinforced concrete building divides me and them into two worlds. It travels on parallel tracks, but there is almost no connection. Maybe one day, I will be too old to walk, but I still don't know who is next door.

This is my home, a place that is submerged in the corner of the noisy city, which makes people love and hate. Many people miss the courtyards in the countryside, while others can't forget the old alleys in the city. A few years later, can this kind of separous residential building leave something worth remembering?

I don't know, I really don't know.

Struggling in the city, the most terrible thing in this era is the high housing prices. For those who are still looking for a reinforced concrete nest, there must be a fierce spit in their hearts, sprayed on my sad and inferior face: let you stand and talk without back pain.

"I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be too big..." The old and sad tune lingered in my heart. Is this the home I once remember? Is it the home I want to pursue?

When the knock on the door sounded, the little chirling sounded throughout the corridor. The corners of my lips began to smile. I turned over and got out of bed, rushed to the door, and welcomed him in.

The family came back one after another, and the reinforced concrete cage became lively.

I gradually feel better, prepare meals, and talk about the day's opportunities. The laughter is full of warmth.

Yes, this is home. No matter where I am, with the company of my relatives, it is my home.

Home was originally a pictogram of Oracle. There are houses on top and pigs on the bottom. In the era of slash-and-burn farming, houses were used for sacrifices, and extremely dangerous wild boars were sacrifices. Where there is sacrifice, where there is root. Home is a harbor sheltered from the wind and rain, and home is a warm garden with relatives, laughter and good memories.

Time and space are chaotic!

A few years later. When the earth was overcrowded and had to leave the planet and wander in outer space, what was the home like at that time? Maybe I will never be able to wait for that day, but it can't stop me from stitching together the experiences in my dreams one by one and putting them together into the other side of the starry sky, a group of people who have lost their homes.

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The lost man left home and the place where they were born and raised 35,03 years ago. No one wants to leave their home easily. Even if they are drifters, they also have the desire to return to the fallen leaves. But the stars are failing, the planets are breaking, and all the foundations for survival are destroyed. They had to say goodbye to their hometown and step into the endless starry sky.

Thousands of spacecraft fly from the inside of the planet into space. They are both escapees and explorers. They are no longer wandering outside. They are already homeless. They are lost, painful, and even desperate...

When the energy is exhausted and the life is over, the hope of one after another becomes space debris. After the grinding of endless time and space, some have turned into dust, some have become nutrients for other creatures, and some may become the origin of another life.

Finally, there is a spaceship named Noah, which tenaciously survived in the harsh cosmic environment. They looked for supplies from the passing cosmic celestial bodies, and they kept installing additional areas on the spacecraft. The spaceship is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually becomes a celestial body that will always shuttle through the starry sky. The fugitive human beings continue to multiply and grow on the spaceship.

They dare not turn back, because the fear beyond cognition is chasing behind their backs. They can only move forward, keep moving forward, and never stop. They live in panic. They have lost their way, and they don't know the end. So they call themselves lost, a human population that has no home and wanders in the starry sky.

Due to resource constraints, they had to maintain the high-speed navigation of the spacecraft to find the next supply. And the weak human body can't move freely at high speed. So they were hypnotized, and then unconsciously waited for the next berth in the cold metal coffin. Countless people were born, aged and died on the spaceship. Some people are just a dream in Huainan all their lives. Even before he woke up, his life was taken away by ruthless time.

Pessimism continues to spread. The confusion of the future, the fear of death, and the hopelessness of a muddle-headed hibernation life. Some people choose to leave the spacecraft and prefer to survive on celestial bodies that are not suitable for human survival. Some people also choose to give up and end their nightmare-like life early.

It's just a moment, looking back for ten thousand years. The lost's technology has finally taken a breakthrough. They found a very magical celestial body, a huge ball that kept emitting light. With the giant ball as the core, they have built the most powerful computing device in history, a super-giant device that is enough to connect all metal coffins and communicate the fluctuation of everyone's thinking.

They designed a game with the passing starry sky as a map and known civilization as the content. It is extremely huge and extremely real. All the intelligent creatures that open their eyes on the spacecraft are included in this game. Here, it is named Home of the Lost. Another thousand years later, they extracted a thing called Yuanjing from the core computing device of the game, that is, the magical celestial body called the matrix, and the life expectancy of the lost has been greatly improved.

The physique of the lost is constantly improving, and the wisdom is constantly increasing. The originally strange-shaped hull was also modified into the shape of the moon, rotating around the magical celestial body. The lost man got rid of the trouble of flying and could finally leave the metal coffin and survive.

Lost people who have won the title of freedom can choose to live on the spaceship or in the game. However, based on the magic in the lost home, many people feel extremely lost after returning to reality from the game. The overlord in the home may become a useless waste. The huge gap between reality and ideal makes them return to the game again, and even live forever. These people think that the game is the real world and their home.

For some special newborns in the world, they are not clear about the outside world. From the day of birth, the game home is their world, and they know nothing about the outside world. Perhaps, a fairy tale-like and paradise-like life is enough to describe their living state.

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Xiaoque Mountain, Jingming River, a circle of bamboo hedges, three or two huts. What a paradise.

"P"

A dark shadow flew up, drew an arc in the air, rolled down in the grass, and jumped for a long time.

"Damn Hawk, I'll even steal his underwear next time." The thin figure was secretly fierce.

A carp stood up. After jumping up from the ground, he stumbled towards the woods. He reached out and wiped his nosebleed, spit another mouthful of saliva on the head of the tender grass, and continued to vent, "Shameless barbarian, the scum of the lost, I bet you can't cross the [road of elimination], and curse you to stay in the wild star where the bird doesn't shit forever."

The thin and short teenager who scolded in his mouth was called Jiufang Jietian. Of course, even if Jiufang Jietian makes up for a hundred years, he can't catch up with Hawke's. Hawke is 2.5 meters tall and weighs 400 pounds, as strong as a giant bear. The arc that is more than 20 meters long is the result of Hawke's slap.

"You bully Jietian again. Is your mind full of batter?" The angry voice came from afar, like the sound of a green willow orchi, and like a shower in the spring night. This is Wen Ren Qingyue. He stared at Hawk fiercely.

"The little monkey stole my little flash, my sweetheart. Mine, mine, it's all mine." Hawke defended in a hurry. Xiao Shanshan, also known as Yuanjing. It can be used as a currency or absorbed by the human body, and its effect is very strange.

Hearing Hawke's defense, Qingyue was still angry: "Mom, ah, ah, ah, ah. I'm not, no, I'm so angry... #¥&#@%*#&&*... I'm very responsible to tell you that you, you, you are dead."

"Sister Qingyue, I didn't hit him in the face." Hawke is bulging and a little aggrieved. The girl ignored Hawke's explanation: "On the contrary, you can't do it, you are a financial fan. If you don't take out your private money, we will be out of food. You are a Hawker who killed with a thousand knives. Congratulations, stupid bear. Your rations at night have been cancelled. Go to Queshan to look for food by yourself.

Qingyue picked a leaf, took a breath, and covered a green fog on Jietian's face, revealing a green and cunning smiling face, and the blood and mud miraculously disappeared.

"Sister Wen Ren, what are you going to eat in the evening?" Jietian deliberately raised the tone.

"Stewed mountain fungus with chicken." Qingyue said.

After hearing this, Hawke over there provoked another burst of chickens and dogs. He then rushed to the mountain in three or two steps, and there was a crack of green bamboo behind him. Far away, Qingyue's warning: "Stupid bear, hit Jietian's face again, and I will kill you. Also, don't forget to bring a bundle of arrowwood back.

When you hear the clear moon, people are just like their names. Half a head taller than Jietian, Xiao's long melon seed face, a faint frown like the moon. The white skirt is like water, and the purple hair flies like smoke. It's just a pull of voice, just like Er Niang's knife, and the beasts run away.

From afar, Hawke's call came: "Dead monkey, chicken. Don't think I don't know. The little clothes under your pillow are from Sister Qingyue.

"Stupid bear, how dare you betray me." Jiufang Jietian trembling, turned into a puff of smoke and rolled away in the direction of Hawke's disappearance. In three or five breaths, he caught up with the strong figure.

Jie Tian put his hands on Hawk's leg, and his body swinged like a swing, swaying in front of the stupid bear. A green light galloped behind him and drilled into Hawke's fat buttocks.

"Ah-oh-oh-oh-" Hawke howled.

"Puffing edges"

In the bamboo forest, a hundred and a hundred birds were startled and sprinkled three or five wisps of white thread.

"You two bastards, I'm not finished with you." The moon is angry and anxious.

"Why - again - me." The stupid bear wants to cry without tears.

Jietian stared at Hawk's buttocks and teased, "Hock, do you know how the bear died? - Oh, stupid."

Hawke didn't make a sound at first. He carefully raised his buttocks and pulled out a wooden thorn more than half a foot long on his buttocks. Then he waved the wooden thorn to Jietian angrily: "Dead monkey, your skin is itchy again. I'll press the bed for you tonight and give you a wonderful sound of grinding your teeth all night.

At the thought of 400 catties across the two-meter-long bamboo board, Jiufang Jietian even had a dead heart. It was as if I saw the bamboo collapse that took two weeks to put together, scattered into pieces.

"Big Bear, dear Hawk." Jie Tian said while making a scissors hand, "Two, two love fish cakes kissed by Sister Qingyue."

"Deal", Hawk nodded and made a swallowing action. A few shiny ** hung from the corners of his mouth.

Two figures, one big and one small, gradually disappear into the mountain forest.

In the distance, Wen Ren Qingyue bent the corners of his mouth. So, the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the mountain wind. There is a saying that he looked back and smiled charmingly, but the two little animals were not full of their eyes.

16-year-old Wen Ren Qingyue is a purebred tree elf. This little tree spirit belongs to the alternative among the tree elves, sometimes as gentle as water, and sometimes like a volcanic eruption. According to the tradition of the lost, this is a typical split personality. However, this does not affect the relationship between partners.

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Lost people are like locusts, searching and plundering all the resources along the way. Even so, they still can't make ends meet. The huge population base is both hope and burden. Many civilizations have been discovered, including human beings and human-like intelligent races. They have absorbed countless intelligent creatures and constantly improved the human genes of lost people. Many planets suitable for human survival have also been discovered.

But they still dare not stay, and the footsteps of the horrible things behind them never stop chasing. They need to get more resources and reduce the number of worthless creatures. They need to evolve, they need to be stronger.

These changes in my dream make me worried. Can the man I named Zixu survive? Can he explore more unknowns and bring me greater surprises?