Tianyang took a look at Lao Xu next to him. He didn’t seem surprised. He looked at his private communicator absently.
There have been several people in and out of the inverse boundary, and Tianyang is not surprised at this conclusion. Cities and towns such as Metropolis and Barren Valley say that the inverse boundary used to have its own set of rules.
The law regulates the anti-boundary residents’ travel, so that it is possible to build a big city like a metropolis.
Tianyang is curious about how much the fortress knows about No.127 Inverse Boundaries.
The podium Liu Jinglin made a gesture to make everyone quiet.
He seems to be very satisfied with the students’ response, with a smile on his lips. "There are many literary elements. Today, I want to talk to you about literature in the opposite world."
Tianyang leng text? What is that?
Many people have the same question as him. A girl with five senses in beautiful and elegant raised her hand and asked, "What is literature, teacher? Does it mean writing against the boundary?"
"No, no, no,no. The so-called literature is literary knowledge, and it can also be regarded as literary art." Liu Jingshuang explained at once, but obviously his explanation was even more confusing.
A young man sitting in front of Tianyang got up and said, "What is teacher art?"
Liu Jinglin replied with a smile, "Art is a kind of culture that entrusts certain emotions by means of some means or media."
"Factual theory, art or literature, these are the words we learned from the information found in the reverse world after analyzing the reverse world characters. We believe that the No.127 reverse world once had abundant materials, and most of the residents of the reverse world can meet their needs, while literature or art is a means they created to please their senses and soothe their spirits."
Lao Xu left the pie mouth and laughed. "They are really idle."
Liu Jinglin pointed to Lao Xu. "You’re right. The residents who are against the boundary of the research table don’t need to engage in too high-intensity labor to get raw materials. When they can control them, many of them are hard to imagine."
"Because of this, they will create things such as literature or art to make up for their mental deficiency, which we find can resonate with human emotions."
"We had a joint exhibition with the medical center to use these things to guide those patients with dystopia, soothe their spirits and release their emotions. The result was very exciting, and they were influenced by literature and art. Well, this is another term for dystopia."
After accepting those words to express artistic means, the patient’s spirit appears more stable, which means that both literature and other kinds of art have their own uniqueness in treating mental trauma.
There is another discussion.
After a while, Liu Jinglin wrote a vocabulary on the platform interface.
The black wall synchronizes his novels, poems and plays.
Someone asked, "teacher, are these literature?"
Liu Jinglin nodded. "These are literary expressions and things that our fortress is very short of. I think we should also have our own literature and art, so that our emotions can be pinned and our lives can be more enthusiastic!"
Then this lecturer Hu explained the meanings of those words to the students. He found some concrete materials to help students understand what literature is as plain as possible.
In a blink of an eye, this class came to the end. Liu Jinglin dropped the wall projection screen and smiled. "Today’s class is over. I will explain the anti-boundary military text. I think many of you should be interested in it, so remember not to be late."
After class, Tianyang and Lao Xu left the classroom and passed the podium. The podium was packing things. Liu Jingshuang looked at Chaoyang fiercely.
Tianyang looked at him curiously and saw Liu Jinglin look excited and grabbed his arm.
"You … are you called Tianyang?"
Liu Jinglin’s eyes are very complicated, such as expectation, fear, excitement and timidity … They are intertwined to form complex emotions that Tianyang can’t understand.
"What’s wrong with me, teacher?"
Liu Jinglin turned back two steps, holding the podium. "Are you? Is it really you? I still … "
Tianyang wondered, "You what?"
Liu Jinglin seemed to suddenly think of something. When his eyes changed, he became restrained and shook his head. "Nothing. I heard that you chose the Qin family alone. You are a mature and brave sublimator. I didn’t expect you to be so young."
Tianyang’s eyebrows wrinkled up gently. He’s not stupid. How could he not hear Liu Jinglin’s insincerity?
What he just said is obviously not this!
But Liu Jinglin has packed up his things in a hurry and walked out of the classroom and disappeared into a stairway.
Chapter 6 A Happy Family
From the classroom, Yang came to the college parking lot with Lao Xu the day after tomorrow. When I saw the red moon combat knives hanging next to Tianyang magnetic locomotive, Lao Xu was somewhat surprised.
Tianyang started the locomotive. "Our weapons have been biometric, and others have not taken them. Besides, I don’t know anyone who dares to take Nightcrawler equipment casually."
Lao Xu shook his head. "I’m surprised that it’s not because of this, but because you took the weapon out of the door, brother. Although Nightcrawler can carry weapons in the city, it’s difficult for you to walk around with it like this, which will provoke some gossip."
Tianyang shrugged. "So you mean I didn’t pay attention to this, but something happened last night, so I felt it necessary to take it with me."
Lao Xu’s two bushy eyebrows tightened slightly. "What happened last night?"
A brief account of the figure outside the ladder door by Tianyang
Lao Xu woke him up. "You should report to the captain."
Tianyang caught the hair. "I’m not sure about the fact. It may be that I’m too oversensitive. If I bother the captain because of this, I think it’s too small a problem."
"You’re right to say so, so be careful yourself." Speaking, Lao Xu went to a tricycle and hit the door and got in.
This motorcycle seems to have been worn out for some time, and the shell is a little unpainted. One of the lights seems to be broken, and the tires are patched.
It seems that Lao Xu is not well off, otherwise he would have a better car.
Lao Xu poked his head out of the window. "Go to my house and don’t lose him."
Tianyang laughed.
It is also Nightcrawler, but the dormitory apartment is not adjacent to a piece of fact. The residential units in the urban area are limited, especially in the urban area where Tianyang is promoted to the people, there is no industry of its own.
So Tianyang needs to apply to move to the city, and the fortress will recycle some spare apartments and re-register them before allocating them to the applicants after childbirth.
If Tianyang is killed and has no relatives, the house will be taken back by the fortress and handed over to an applicant.
Even if there is a relative fortress, it will give relatives a three-year temporary residence period, and they will have to move out if the law pays the contribution points stipulated in the fortress.
This is rule number one of the fortress
Tianyang, who came to the vicinity of Lao Xu apartment building, noticed that this building has been in use for many years. At present, it is being renovated and repaired, and the outer wall on the west side of the building is plastered with workers.
And there is no ladder.
Take the stairs to lead the way in front of Lao Xu. "The houses in this area have been built for more than four years, and they are almost catching up with my age. There has always been a plan to demolish and rebuild the city hall, but it is a big problem to resettle the residents. It was decided not to demolish them this year, but to renovate them."
Lao Xu rang the doorbell instead of the door when he came to the fourth floor.
A moment later, there was a young voice. "Who is it?"
Lao Xu winked at Chaoyang and smiled and said, "Guess!"
There was a shout "It’s Dad’s back" on the radio.
The door immediately rushed out of a small figure from the inside to Lao Xu.
Lao Xu picked it up and turned it twice before Tianyang saw that it was a girl of five or six years old.
Lao Xu’s daughter’s chubby face rubbed hard at "Did Wheat miss Dad?"
"I want to think too much" The little girl is holding Lao Xu’s neck. His face is close and his accent is so loud that the whole corridor can hear him.
Lao Xu picked up her daughter and said to Tianyang with some ostentatious elements, "Is this my daughter’s wheat cute?"
Tianyang’s mouth twitched slightly. "It’s cute."
Lao Xu laughed happily and said to her daughter, "Call my brother."
A child named Wheat cried out angrily, "Hello, brother."