Thanks to "Wujia's Soy Sauce" for the 1888 starting point coin reward. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ Li Ping is a scholar and lives in a simple world. I don¡¯t know if everyone in this world is color blind, or if this world is just so monotonous. Everything appears in black and white. Li Ping, on the other hand, is like a line segment scrawled carelessly, lacking in beauty and even ugly. However, he doesn¡¯t care much about his appearance. Most of the people in this world are just straight lines that may be long or short, thick or thin. If the eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second child, there won't be much difference between them, so naturally they won't laugh at each other. Li Ping lives in such a plain and simple world. From six to ten, every day before the sun rises, I walk out of the house and go home when the stars are all over the sky. Although, he looks like a modern ascetic when he goes to school every day. Unfortunately, his results were not as good as expected. The middle reaches are off, very general results. You can neither kill the top students in an instant, nor fall to the bottom of the class. Not a bad ranking for a quiet, undisturbed guy like him. The thing he likes most about this school is not a girl with smooth and slender lines, nor is it the simple desks and chairs. It's the pool in front of the teaching building. At first, he was just curious about this pool. I wonder how four closed line segments that do not intersect can lock this pool of black water. Yes, water is black in this world. Therefore, this pool is called Mochi. Li Ping explored curiously. Even if his behavior seems extremely boring to his classmates. Does water need a container? This was not a problem in their attempts. Some need it, some don't. Need is like water in a bowl. It needs a container to hold it, otherwise it will flow to the ground. What is not needed is like the water in a river. There are no line constraints on both sides of the river, and it flows eastward freely. Li Ping thought about it for several days, but gave up without finding any results. He put his hand into the dark water and fished out a fish. Fish are transparent, and only in the dark water can you see the traces of their swimming and the ripples they make. ??And transparent fish will lose their vitality after leaving the dark water. It bounced in Li Ping's hand a few times with its transparent body, then turned into black juice and flowed out from Li Ping's fingers. Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and becomes black water, blending into the ink pool. Li Ping felt guilty for this act of killing lives. He returned to the classroom and filled his cup with water from the water dispenser. He stared at the black fluid substance in the cup and thought, since the fish will turn into water when it dies, what about the people? What exactly is the water I drink? This is a more profound question. Talking about fish. Food is the most important thing for the people. Li Ping remembered the recently popular way of eating fish. People carry oxygen-absorbing tools, dive into the water, and catch fish swimming directly in the water. It is said to be delicious. Later, this way of eating that cost people and money was simplified, turned from luxury to cheap, and entered the homes of ordinary people. Li Ping also ate it. The method is very simple, just put the fish and water directly in a container. When eating, cover the water with your mouth and suck hard, and the black water and the transparent fish will enter your stomach together. It¡¯s just that this way of eating is too swallowing, and you lose the calmness of eating fish underwater, so you can¡¯t chew and taste it carefully. Therefore, when Li Ping ate it, he didn't feel it was very delicious. Speaking of eating. Except for eating fresh fish, you should also eat fresh food when eating other things. This is true for animals and plants, because if the animals die, they will turn into black water over time. I can't eat even if I want to. Therefore, Li Ping has eaten fresh and fresh things since he was a child. A series of cooking methods such as frying, grilling, and steaming. He had no contact with any of them. There are many people in the classroom, which makes it noisy and hot at the same time. Li Ping had dark beads of sweat on his head. He opened the window and looked at the sun in the sky. It is said that the sun is made of fire. Fire does not exist in this land. It belongs only to legend, or magical nature. Just like the sun hanging high in the sky, it can be seen but cannot be touched. Anyone can see its appearance but not its true appearance. Li Ping¡¯s head went out of the window and looked up. The white sky has a few black clouds floating in it, and a black sun hangs in the sky. Li Yun looked up at the dark sky, knowing that it would still be very hot today. This is experience, and it has always been the case in the past. The darker the sun, the hotter it will be. It was hard to stay up till night. Lead-gray clouds gathered in the sky unconsciously. black?The raindrops beat on the gray ground. Li Ping walked on the road holding an umbrella with only eight skeletons visible, using the light to avoid puddles. The road at night is not peaceful, except for many students carrying schoolbags and going home, and there are many fewer vendors at the school gate on rainy days. There are still many people on the streets, much more than at night when the weather is clear. Li Ping glanced at these people as if they were familiar with it, and quickened his pace. These match-headed young men and women are giving birth. Yes, they give birth on the street. In this world, everything comes from black raindrops. Not only people, animals, and plants, but also mountains, rivers, and houses that are dead objects also come from black raindrops falling from the sky. But the only thing that makes people in this world regretful is that. Although they are the most intelligent race in the world, they are also the ugliest. It¡¯s shockingly out of tune with the style of the surrounding environment. As for how humans give birth to children? Like other lives in this world, their children are born in rain. Therefore, adults always say to children, "I picked you up outside." In fact, it is true and not a lie. Li Ping did not watch them give birth comfortably in the rain, but hurried home. He wanted to rush back to his home to make sure the rain didn't turn his home into something else. It¡¯s a pity that Li Ping can¡¯t seem to see his home anymore. Li Ping watched in horror as the black wave surged from the north, like a tsunami. He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to go. The speed of the black wave was much faster than his running speed. Facing death bravely is Li Ping¡¯s last choice. Since everything in this world comes from this black ink, and everything is unified, then bravely return to it. Is this what death feels like? Li Ping has been mixed into the black torrent, and he is moving at an incredible speed with the rushing torrent. He saw something more, blending into the blackness just like him. He looked at the people running away in fear and smiled disdainfully. Can stupid humans run to the horizon? Since you can¡¯t escape, just be brave and enjoy it. I don¡¯t know why, but the surging black current suddenly stopped moving forward. Flow back. Li Ping, who was integrated into it, suddenly felt very hot. The torrent dried up before this heat, and so did Li Ping. However, he wanted to stand up, but found that it was impossible. Because he is already part of the black torrent. He looked around and saw the brown torrent washing everything away. Mountains, rivers, buildings, and people all disappeared, leaving only a large expanse of black. Countless people were struggling in the heat, and Li Ping seemed to see their ferocious faces, everything was like hell. It¡¯s hotter. Just when Li Ping was about to lose consciousness, he saw the third color in his life besides black and white. Red, fiery red. On his deathbed, Li Ping left his last thoughts. "Maybe this is the real fire" Then, he turned into this fiery red and turned into completely burned ashes. ????¡¡¡ Yu Sheng is busy setting the fire. Earlier, while Zhao Mina was taking a shower, he secretly opened Zhao Mina's notebook and started scribbling on the beautiful pictures of Jiangcheng she had drawn. He drew a lot of black line segments, some long, some short, some thick, some thin. He called these scrawled things he painted people. Fortunately, there are beautiful things left by Zhao Meina, so I can roughly guess what he said. Otherwise, with his painting skills, which purely test people's imagination, people would really not be able to tell what he was painting. After drawing these lines of the little man. His childlike innocence has grown, and the pranks are not over yet. He wants to use the pen to absorb more ink, draw a big dinosaur, and then draw a Superman. I¡¯m thinking about the scene of Godzilla vs. Ultraman. It¡¯s just that when he was holding a water-absorbing pen and sucking up the little ink in the ink bottle. Because he was tilting the bottle, he accidentally knocked it over. There was a lot of ink on the notebook I made. Yu Sheng thought it was too slow to do it naturally, but Zhao Meina would find out after taking a shower that he did a good job. So, he sneaked into the kitchen. On the stove, I found a pack of matches. He entered the room holding a match in his mouth. After struggling to light the match, I smartly started drying manually. "It's just that his control of the heat is too poor." The paper was on fire, and he was putting it out at the moment.??'s notebook.