Viagem Global: Posso Ouvir as Vozes das Plantas Alienígenas
Depois que a Terra atravessou para outro mundo, as plantas começaram a sofrer mutações. Qin Xiaoyu descobriu que podia ouvir os pensamentos das plantas e pensou que talvez pudesse se comunicar com elas antecipadamente, criar um vínculo e seguir um caminho diferente. “Conviver amigavelmente? Você quer virar adubo podre, é isso?” “Feio desse jeito e ainda pensa bonito? Vai morrer.” “Ousa colher meus frutos? Eu é que vou te comer.” “Vem cá, deixa eu ver se não consigo te dar um tapa que te faça voar.” “Você parece tão macio e gordinho, dá vontade de cutucar.” “……” No final, as plantas mutantes não eram como cães loucos, mas sim como lobos famintos. Qin Xiaoyu sentiu-se exausta, suspirou resignada e ergueu a pá que tinha nas mãos. Comunicar pra quê? O negócio é agir.
Viagem Global: Posso Ouvir as Vozes das Plantas Alienígenas
The afternoon in Lotus City on Children's Day was as stifling as a steamer.
Qin Xiaoyu sat on a small stool in the courtyard, her feet resting on her slippers, staring blankly at the magnificent sunflower growing beside the chicken coop, its flower head larger than a millstone.
Heaven knows what had happened; she had been struggling against a mutated blood ginseng, and in the blink of an eye, she was back on the day of her eighth Children's Day.
Behind her stood a three-story self-built house, and in front, a twenty-square-meter chicken coop where three-month-old chicks were pecking at feed. A small vegetable plot, lush and diverse, lay nearby. Even the dodder climbing over the lamppost looked peaceful.
Having spent fifteen years in a research lab, often plagued by hallucinations induced by drugs, she couldn't help but suspect she was dreaming. Or perhaps that blood-red mutated ginseng—which, even without its roots, was as large as a strapping man—was toxic, and she was experiencing a hyper-realistic hallucination from an overdose.
Suddenly, a rustling sound reached her ears. She turned her head, dazed.
Her fraternal twin brother, Qin Anxia—nicknamed "Big Shrimp"—was crouching beside her, holding the sugarcane residue she had just chewed. He looked at her with such aggrieved eyes that it seemed he might burst into tears at any moment.
Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help herself and acted out.
"Waaah!"
"Mom! Xiaoyu snatched my sugarcane and pinched me!" Caught off guard by the pin
