Li Yang was studying the establishment of the Chinese Space Force, while Luo Ji continued his romantic life.

Luo Ji lay softly on the bed, looking at her who had just finished taking a shower and was getting dressed with sleepy eyes.

By this time the sun had risen, illuminating the curtains very brightly, making her look like a graceful silhouette reflected on the curtains. It really looked like a scene from an old black and white movie, which one he had forgotten.

, what he needs to remember most now is her name.

Really, what's her name? Don't worry, think about the last name first: if her last name is Zhang, then it's Shan; if her last name is Chen? It should be Jingjing... No, these are all from the past, he wants to see them

He looked at the mobile phone that was still in his pocket, but the clothes were thrown on the carpet. Besides, her name was not in the mobile phone. They had known each other for such a short time and the number had not been entered yet.

The most important thing now is not to accidentally ask like that once, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous. So he turned his attention to the TV. She had turned it on, but there was no sound. The image was the United Nations Security Council meeting place, a large circle.

The table...oh, it was no longer called the Security Council. He couldn't remember what the new name was for the moment. He had been so decadent recently.

"Turn up the volume," he said. Not calling him by his nickname seemed unkind, but it didn't matter now.

"You seem to really care." She did not do as he asked, but sat down and combed her hair.

Luo Ji reached out and took out a lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it and started smoking. At the same time, he stretched out his two bare feet from the towel and quilt, moving his toes comfortably.

"Looking at your virtue, you can be considered a scholar?" She said looking at his feet that kept moving their toes in the mirror.

"Young scholar." He added, "I haven't made any achievements so far. That's because I don't bother to work hard. In fact, I am full of inspiration. Sometimes I can do better by just turning my head than some people who have spent their entire lives... You

Believe it or not, I almost became famous for a while."

"Because of your subculture?"

"No, no, that's another topic I'm doing at the same time, because I founded the Sociology of the Universe."

"What?"

"It's the sociology of aliens."

"Hey..." She threw down the comb and started to use cosmetics.

"Don't you know that scholars are becoming stars? I almost became a star scholar."

"Those who study aliens are out of business now."

"That was after all this shit happened," Luo Ji said, pointing to the silent TV, which still had the big round table with a circle of people sitting on it. This news was long enough, maybe it was a live broadcast? "

Before this, scholars did not study aliens. They dug through old papers and became stars one by one.

But then, the public got tired of this bunch of cultural necrophilia, and here I am!" He stretched out his bare arms toward the ceiling, "Cosmic sociology, aliens, and many kinds of aliens, their

There are more types than there are people on earth, tens of billions! The producer of Baijia Forum had already talked to me about doing a program, but then this happened, and then..." He raised a hand

He made a gesture that indicated all this and sighed.

She did not listen carefully to his words, but looked at the scrolling subtitles on the TV: "'We will reserve all possible options for escapism...' What does this mean?"

"Who said this?"

"It seems to be Garnov."

"He is saying that we should deal with those who want to escape as hard as we deal with ETO, and use missiles to knock down whoever builds Noah's Ark."

"This is a bit of a loss."

"No, this is a truly wise decision. I have thought of it a long time ago. Anyway, even if it were not like this, no one would be able to fly away in the end... Have you read a novel called "Floating City"?"

"No, very old, right?"

"Yes, I watched it when I was a child. I always remember a scene: when the whole city was about to sink into the sea, a group of people went from house to house, confiscated lifebuoys, and gathered together to destroy them, so that since everyone could not survive, no one would take them.

What impressed me the most was a little girl who led those people to the door of a house and said excitedly that they still have it at home!"

"You're the kind of trash who's used to treating society like trash."

"Nonsense, look at the basic axiom of economics is that human beings are profit-seeking. Without this premise, the entire economics will collapse; the basic setting of sociology has not yet been determined, but it may be darker than that of economics, and the truth is always covered in dust.

...It’s okay for a few people to fly away, but why did they do it in the first place if they had known it would happen?”

"What was it?"

"What were we doing for the Renaissance? What were we doing for the Magna Carta? What were we doing for the French Revolution? If people are always divided into three, six or nine classes and fixed with iron laws, then whoever should come and what should not stay will be left alone, Biga

If this had happened in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I would have left and you would have stayed, but that won't work now."

"I'll be happy if you fly now!"

This is true, they have really reached the stage of getting rid of each other. Every time in the past, Luo Ji was able to make those former girls enter this stage with him, no sooner or later.

He was very proud of his ability to grasp the rhythm, especially this time, after he had only known her for a week, the separation operation went so smoothly, as beautifully as a rocket throwing away its booster.

"Hey, it was not my idea to create cosmic sociology. Do you want to know whose suggestion it was? I will only tell you one person, so don't be scared." Luo Ji wanted to return to the topic just now.

"Let's forget it. There aren't many of your words that I can trust except one."

"Then...forget it...which sentence?"

"Get up quickly, I'm hungry." She threw his clothes on the carpet onto the bed.

They were having breakfast in the hotel's large dining room. Most of the people at the tables around them had serious expressions. From time to time, they could hear a few words. Luo Ji didn't want to hear them, but he was like a candle lit in a summer night. Those words were like the words around the candle.

Little bugs kept burrowing into his mind: escapism, public ownership of technology, ETO, wartime economic transformation, equatorial base point, charter amendment, pdc, near-earth primary alert defense circle, independent integration method...

"How come this era has become so boring?" Luo Ji said frustratedly, throwing down the knife and fork he was cutting the omelette with.

She nodded, "Agree. Yesterday I saw a question on the Happy Dictionary program, Ju Sha: Pay attention to the answer -" She pointed her fork at Luo Ji, imitating the female host, "One hundred years before the end."

Twenty years, it’s your thirteenth generation, right or wrong?!”

Luo Ji picked up the knife and fork again and shook his head, "None of my generations are like this." He made a prayer gesture, "This great family of ours will become extinct when it comes to me."

She snorted silently in her nose, "Didn't you ask me which of your words I only believe? This is what you said before. You really are this person."

Is this why you want to leave me? Luo Ji didn't ask this question out of his mouth, for fear of causing trouble. But she seemed to know what he was thinking, and said:

"I'm the same person. It's always annoying to see certain aspects of myself in other people."

"Especially when it comes to the opposite sex." Luo Ji nodded.

"But if you have to find a reason, this is still a responsible approach."

"What method? Don't have children? Of course!" Luo Ji pointed with his fork at the people at the table next to him who were talking about the great economic transformation. "Do you know what life their descendants will have? In the shipyard - the factory that builds spaceships -

- After a tiring day of work, I queued up in the collective cafeteria, holding my lunch box with my stomach growling, waiting for the rationed spoonful of porridge... Grow up a little bit more, Uncle Sam, oh no, Blue Star needs it

You, go and enlist in the army with honor."

"The doomsday generation will always be better."

"That's talking about the end of the pension type, but think about how miserable it is... Besides, the last generation of grandparents may not have enough to eat. But even this vision cannot be realized. Looking at the arrogance of the people of the earth now, it is estimated that

If you resist to the end, you really don’t know how you will die.”

After the meal, they walked out of the hotel and into the embrace of the morning sunshine. The fresh air had a faint sweetness and was very intoxicating.

"You have to learn how to live quickly. If you can't learn it now, it would be too unfortunate." Luo Ji said, looking at the passing traffic.

"We've all learned," she said, looking for a taxi.

"So..." Luo Ji looked at her with questioning eyes. It seemed that there was no need to find her name anymore.

"Goodbye." She nodded to him, and they shook hands and kissed briefly.

"Maybe there will be a chance to meet again." Luo Ji said, but immediately regretted it. Everything was fine so far. Don't let anything happen again, but his worries were unnecessary.

"I don't think so." She said, turned around quickly, and the small bag on her shoulder flew up. Afterwards, Luo Ji recalled this detail many times to confirm that she did not do it on purpose.

The way she carried the Louis Vuitton bag was very special. I had seen her put the bag up when she turned around many times before. But this time, the bag came straight towards his face. He wanted to take a small step back to avoid it, but he tripped over the tight door.

He fell on his back against a fire hydrant behind his calf.

This fall saved his life.

At the same time, a scene like this appeared on the street in front of them: two cars collided head-on. Before the loud noise subsided, a Polo behind them swerved to avoid the colliding car and rushed straight towards where the two people were standing at high speed.

!

At this time, Luo Ji's stumble turned into a quick and successful dodge. Only one of his flying feet was hit by the polo's bumper. His entire body was turned ninety degrees on the ground, facing him.

While reaching the rear of the car, he didn't hear the dull sound of another impact. He only saw her body flying over the roof of the car and falling to the back of the car, like a rag doll without bones.

There was a trail of blood on the ground where she rolled; it was shaped like a meaningful symbol. Looking at the blood symbol, Luo Ji remembered her name for a moment.
Chapter completed!