ebonymovies Chapter 732 Needing and Being Needed
Chapter 732 Needing and Being Needed
Chapter 732 Needing and Being Needed
The fighting in the Fog Abyss Fortress did not attract anyone's attention. Under the deliberate cover of the tyrant Mammon, the strangeness here did not even cause the abnormality of wandering fork in the road, let alone the entire Great Rift, and even the city of oath outside the Great Rift. Opals.
Every day, endless mist gushes out from the cracks, mixed with warm ash, like black snow, and like poisonous smog.
Some scholars said that the fog and ash came from the consequences of the companies discharging sewage into the large fissure. They held up banners and marched along the large fissure, calling for attention to environmental protection and prohibiting the discharge of sewage into the large fissure.
There are also adventurers who are fully equipped and regard the bottom of the Great Rift as a virgin land that has not been touched by anyone. They vow to explore the unknown under the sea of mist and find the source of all these visions.
Many adventurers were lost in the thick sea of fog. Under the official cover-up, no one mentioned the mystery of the Great Rift. So far, only a few people still care about it, and most people are used to such existence. .
As for where the big rift came from, why the sea of fog arose, and what the ashes were, these were still unsolved mysteries for ordinary people.
Mysteries don't matter.
Nowadays, people are used to the existence of the big rift, and they also regard the sea of fog and ashes as a peculiar natural landscape. The hazy and illusory fog accumulates in the sky above the city, forming a huge layer of fog that covers most of the city. The shadow is also cast down.
There are few sunny days in Opals, and sunshine is a precious thing for everyone here, especially for Afia.
Afia walked out of the store and looked up at the sky. Compared with the usual gloomy days, today's thick clouds are much thinner, and the golden sun is hanging down, shining warmly on her body.
In Opals, a city with a harsh environment and serious industrial pollution, flowers are a precious thing, and a flower shop like Afia is even rarer among the rare.
Early in the morning, Afia got busy. She pushed open the window and opened the shade of the skylight to let the sunlight pass through the glass and enter the room. At the same time, she did not forget to pick up a few pots of flowers and pile them up at the door of the flower shop. outside.On such a sunny day, flowers should bloom outside the flower shop.
After the simple treatment, Afia changed into her gardener's clothes, picked up the watering pot to water the flowers, and picked up the scissors to trim the branches from time to time. Not long after she was busy, other employees in the flower shop also arrived one after another.
People are busy, like blooming flowers, and their arrival makes the flower shop come alive.
The streets outside are gradually getting busy. Vehicles are piled up at the crossroads. Everyone is complaining about the traffic jam and honking their horns in boredom. one end.
At such times, Afia would quietly stand at the door of the flower shop, watching such a busy scene.
This is the most simple and ordinary scene in Oath City Opals. In this extremely developed city, it does not have any unique customs, but if there are any special features, the only thing Afia can think of is mechanical. Busy, crazy development with each passing day.
Like a behemoth, this city devours the lives of those mediocre people, treating them as mechanical components made of flesh and blood, pieced together, and turned into machines that advance crazily.
Since its inception more than 60 years ago, it has not stopped.
Up to now, Oath City Opals is still expanding, and new buildings are rising one after another. At a height of more than [-] meters, workers sit on the beams built by simple iron frames and eat breakfast together, overlooking the majestic Fortified city.
There are many people who hate this place, thinking that this city is swallowing everyone's life, the gloomy weather is suffocating, and some people hate the development of this city, it dominates every place with steel and concrete, and the natural scenery has long been Destroyed by industrial exhaust.
"Ahem, the air here is getting worse and worse."
The gray-haired old lady covered her nose and looked at the gloomy sky with disgust. In her eyes, the fog that shrouded the city was the source of all evil, throwing out dirty things all the time. dust.
"I really miss the days of my hometown," the old lady whispered, "there are not so many tall buildings there, and there are no such piles of cars on the streets, there are only green forests, and there is no need for flower shops there, because there are everywhere flowers."
The old lady looked at Afia puzzledly, "Why do you like this place so much?"
A long time ago, the old lady wanted to return to her hometown, but she was worried about leaving Afia here. In her opinion, Afia was still a child and needed someone to take care of her.
"Um……"
Afia stopped what she was doing and began to think seriously.
Some people like it, and some people hate it. The old lady thought that Afia would not like this place, but what is surprising is that this girl who likes flowers likes this city full of haze.
She felt that Afia's home should be the place full of green fields.
"How to say it?"
Afia looked at the busy traffic on the street, "This city does have many annoying places, but there are also good places, for example, it is very progressive."
She looked at the old lady with surprise, "I want to be admitted to the university here, where I can learn the best knowledge."
The old lady fell silent, she couldn't deny that Opals had the most advanced knowledge and the most high-level institutions of learning, she knew that Afia couldn't sell flowers all the time, and sooner or later she would go to another path.
"Ugh……"
The old lady sat on a chair and sighed, "This city is dead, but it is full of vitality."
The whole city is not monotonous, everyone is busy, faithfully performing the duties of the screw, but it is also full of vitality, where you can see emerging art works, avant-garde music works, and movie posters are plastered all over the tall buildings.
Countless foreigners come here every day, injecting fresh blood into the city.
The old lady still remembers how she felt when she brought Afia to this city from her small town in her hometown a few years ago.
As if she had traveled through time, she came to a city a hundred years later, full of things she had never seen before. In comparison, the small town in her hometown was as backward as a primitive tribe.
No matter how tired she is, the old lady also understands that it is the right choice for Afia to stay here. This city is full of future, and Afia has infinite possibilities here.
"More importantly, the city needs me," Afia said.
"Need you?" the old lady laughed. "You are worthless to this city, kid."
The old lady has seen too many people get lost in this city, marginalized people can be seen everywhere in this city, the city is like an indifferent god, not caring about anyone's life or death.
"No, I mean, my flowers, the presence here."
Afia continued, "The city lacks the color of flowers, and our existence fills it up."
"They can be brought in from outside." The old lady pinched the petals lightly, "There will never be a shortage of rich people here."
Under the offensive of money, nothing can stop those people.
"I'm not for them," Afia said in a low voice, "but for those who need me, and what I need... a little meaning of existence."
Walking to the corner of the flower shop, Afia picked up a packaged bouquet of flowers. She looked at the date, and Afia knew that the person would come to pick up the bouquet today.
Afia knows that an independent individual like herself is meaningless to this huge city, and so is this small flower shop, but for her customers, those who often pick up a flower People, this little flower shop is needed.
It was important to be needed, and it made Afia feel like what she was doing made sense, especially with that strange guest.
The meaning of existence.
This seems to be the ultimate problem of human philosophy, but in this small flower shop, it is simply solved by a bouquet of flowers.
Needing and being needed is everything.
Afia placed the packaged bouquet at the door, and she looked forward to the guest's arrival. Afia knew that he would come, just like some kind of ceremony.
Thinking of this, Afia felt that her thoughts were interrupted for a moment. She couldn't remember who the strange guest was, and an unreal feeling came to her heart. Looking at the bouquet, Afia even suspected that she Why do you pack such a bouquet of flowers, it seems that no guests have booked...
There was a little blood in the air, Afia looked out the door vigilantly, and there was a familiar and strange guest standing at the door.
After a while, the buried memory emerged from the gravel road, and Afia vaguely remembered who this guest was, but no matter what, she couldn't remember his name.
(End of this chapter)