We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 114

  Chapter 114 Fruit

  [Excerpts from Interview Records·Two Million Years Mature Fruits]

  What is a fruit?

I asked.

  I don’t know, we only have to guess the result.

Lao Wang answered very simply. He has not taken off the mask. The light blue surgical mask can only cover half of his face. The pair of short black eyebrows are thick and thick, and the eyebrows have small eyes. , The dark pupils quickly scanned the surrounding environment, with water drops on the short hair. We were sitting near the window. In winter, Nanjing was wet and cold. It was raining outside. No rain was visible, but we could see transparency. The flow of water gathered on the glass, the road was deserted, passers-by were in a hurry, umbrellas of different colors, and masks of the same color.

  We met in a KFC. I ordered two coke and two bags of French fries.

  Wang Ning took off his mask, took a big mouthful of ice-cola, and let out a long sigh: Hey, this horrible weather is really **** tidal, teacher, how long have you been to Nanjing?

  It’s almost a week.

  I answer.

  It’s not safe to go out these years, Wang Ning pouted, and she might as well know when the diagnosis will come out.

  Director Wang, let’s talk about the fruit.

  I put the topic back on track.

  Hmm…I’m just talking nonsense, just speculating the results, without experimental verification, not rigorous, not legally responsible, you listen to the story as a teacher.

  Wang Ning was holding a French fries in his mouth, and he cocked while talking about the fries.

day by day……

  Pharaoh looked at me and frowned.

  Tianrui.

  I remind.

  Ah yes yes, teacher Tian Rui, what do you think is the fruit?

  I thought for a while: is it a human?

Yes, but not completely right. You may think that fruits refer to things like wisdom fruits, because humans are advanced primates, and humans have high intelligence, so humans are fruits. This nature has spent millions of years. The fruit that was born.

  Wang Ning replied.

  But the fruit is not entirely human. The word “fruit” is really fruit in the literal sense. It doesn’t mean anything, nor is it a metaphor. Teacher, have you seen crops? Harvesters harvest crops, such as wheat, rice, cotton and other crops. When we say the fruit of crops, we mean rice or cotton peaches, not the whole rice or cotton… Now, teacher, look, if I were a crop , Then what is the fruit of the crop?

  Wang Ning pointed to himself.

  I looked up and down at this man who weighed at least 140 kilograms, looking down from the top, then looking up from the bottom, finally staying on his face.

  That’s right, right here, right?

  Wang Ning nodded his head.

Quite simple and rude, without turning around, but we thought for a while. At first, our thoughts were similar to yours. After thinking about it a little more, we also thought that the word fruit means, a metaphor, and refers to human beings. Planting higher-level intelligent creatures, but later we discovered that the facts are simpler than we thought. In the eyes of the swordsman, we are not fruits, but crops. We are really crops. The real crops are just the crops grown in the ground. Fixed, we are crops that can move.

  Wang Ning straightened up and asked me:

  Do you look like crops?

  I was surprised that what he said was right.

The human body is really like a crop. It stands upright on the ground with heavy fruits on top. It is no different from rice and wheat. With 7 billion people in the world, there are 7 billion crops, densely packed. Grow on the earth.

  Looking at the evolutionary history of mankind, this crop is getting straighter and straighter, and the fruit it bears is getting more and more attractive.

I stared at Wang Ning’s face, and gradually Wang Ning’s image changed in my eyes. He was no longer a living human, but a succulent plant full of protein and fat. All of its behavior– Whether it is eating, studying, working or dormancy, they are all nurturing that fruit and providing nutrition for the huge, round fruit.

  Now that the fruit is ripe, should it be time to pick it?

  This thought makes my hair creepy.

  I quickly took a sip of ice-cola to calm myself down.

  Tianrui teacher, your face is not pretty.

  Wang Ning reminded me.

  This fact is a bit scary, I have to calm down.

  I chewed a few bites of French fries and then asked:

  Such big eyes, that is, the purpose of the swordsman to destroy mankind, is it for headhunting?

Yes, according to the information we got later, this thing often cuts people into small pieces of 20 to 30 centimeters. We analyzed it and this may be a process-based harvesting operation, because people are tall and have different sizes. Short, fat and thin, but the head is always about the same size. The crops are cut into small pieces, the fruits are collected separately, and the other parts are directly crushed like straws. Knives are not weapons, they are probably agricultural harvesters.

  Wang Ning said slowly.

  This is a horrible and absurd idea. It is the agricultural harvester that completely destroys mankind.

  Earth-Wang Ning pointed out the window. It was just a big farm. As long as the crops are mature, they will come to harvest. After harvesting, there will be another crop.

  Next?

I asked.

  Humanity is extinct. Sooner or later, the vacant place will be filled by other creatures. One day, intelligent creatures will be born on the earth again, and the fruit will slowly mature again, which is similar to leeks.

  Lao Wang said casually.

  Teacher, let’s think further, do you think we are the first crop to be harvested on earth? The earth has a history of 4.6 billion years. The first life appeared on the earth 3.6 billion years ago, and it may not take 10 million years for a glorious civilization from birth to destruction.

  What do they do when they harvest their heads?

I asked.

  Maybe collecting wisdom? This question has to be asked to the swordsman, we don’t know.

  Wang Ning shook his head.

   is terrible, it is something that humans cannot understand.

I say.

Humans really can’t understand them, but humans know their existence subconsciously—just like a newborn antelope knows that cheetahs are a deadly threat. This is the memory buried in genes. Our thinking is produced by the brain, and the brain As a fruit…a fruit with mental consciousness, it has the fruit instinct, and the fruit instinct is to avoid being harvested.

  Wang Ning raised both hands and moved his fingers.

  All our actions are under the command of the brain. We can regard all the actions of the human group-conscious and unconscious, as trying to escape the harvest of the swordsman. As a group, human behavior is always extroverted and expansive. We want to leave the earth, land on the moon, land on Mars, and develop outer space colonization, because we know that we cannot always shrink on the earth. Leading to the eventual death of civilization-our brains tell us this, right?

  I nodded.

  But why does the brain tell us this? In fact, it doesn’t know where this strong and detached power comes from. Why do we think that by staying on the earth forever, we will face destruction sooner or later? Why do human beings always have the inner feelings of traveling far away? We think this is because of human beings’ eternal exploration mind, eternal curiosity, and natural desire for expansion. So where does this desire come from?

  They come from the collective instinct of the brains as fruits. This is also the group subconscious that the fruits are born with. This is not about romance, but about survival. If you don’t escape from the crops, they will all be harvested one day.

  Wang Ning paused, and then said:

  The purpose of any kind of living beings trying to expand their ethnic group is to avoid being extinct by something. This is a subconscious rooted in genes. You may not know its existence, but you must be doing what it says.

  I am dumbfounded.

  This is Lao Zhao’s idea. He said it was a bit sensational.

  Wang Ning added.

  You just listen to it as a story.

  I rubbed my cheeks vigorously. I have never used such a weird perspective to observe human groups: they are actually a group of crops, and the crops are trying to escape from the cropland under the command of the fruit.

  Since they were born, they have been trying to escape from here.

   But it’s the same when you think about it. If the rice and wheat have feet, they will definitely run away when the combine harvester enters the field.

  I took a big sip of Coke and swallowed them down my throat. The cold drink can cool my mind slightly, so that I won’t be caught by the temperature measurement staff in the subway station later and quarantined.

  So, big eyes chasing down the girl, is it just an agricultural harvester harvesting the last crop?

That’s it. Big eyes behave very strangely and very strangely. From a human point of view, it is extremely sinful and a terrible monster, but from the point of view of other creatures, it is simply a good friend of nature… We Where did you talk about it before?

  The night of your first video communication.

  I remind.

  Wang Ning nodded.

  Ok, then I will continue:

  (End of this chapter)