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Chapter 317
Chapter 317: Chapter 22: Zhao Yingjun’s 600 Years (Extra for Alliance Leader Huang Tiantian~!)_3 Chapter 317: Chapter 22: Zhao Yingjun’s 600 Years (Extra for Alliance Leader Huang Tiantian~!)_3 “`
“Not only did she name Rhein Sky City’s central AI brain ‘VV,’ but she also named her self-designed garbage bin robot ‘VV.’ This shows how much she loved and missed that Pomeranian from the past.
Hence...
even though this miniature waste disposal robot VV had long been outdated, Miss Zhao Yingjun still kept it at home, where it accompanied her through her old age until she passed away.”
“Following Miss Zhao Yingjun’s last wishes, her ashes were scattered in the wind to travel the four seas after her death.
As for the miniature waste disposal robot VV, which was equipped with a small nuclear power battery that would never run out of energy, it was forever placed on the pedestal of Miss Zhao Yingjun’s statue in Memorial Square, to be with her eternally, to forever guard her, to forever clean up the garbage around her, forever circling her.”
“This time, Miss Zhao Yingjun and VV would never be separated.”
...
The magnetic narrating voice came to an abrupt stop.
The last photo at the end of the corridor was taken under Miss Zhao Yingjun’s white jade statue.
The round and squat garbage bin robot VV stood under the white jade statue, gazing up at the builder of the City in the Sky.
...
The towering statue, dozens of meters high, was so imposing that it was unclear who was guarding whom.
The entire square prohibited flying.
The pedestal where the statue stood was isolated from the outside by a steel electronic gate.
On that pedestal, there were always only Miss Zhao Yingjun’s statue and the garbage bin robot VV.
Just like Miss Zhao Yingjun’s later years in the City in the Sky...
In a clean room, she sat smiling in her living room alone, tossing a crumpled tissue towards the floor.
“Garbage!
Garbage!
Garbage detected!”
The clumsy and silly garbage bin robot VV, with its eyes glowing green, clamped the tissue with a mechanical pincer and with a laugh from Miss Zhao Yingjun, its top opened up and it stuffed the waste into its head.
Then...
Another tissue was thrown.
And so, Miss Zhao Yingjun and the garbage bin robot VV spent her last days, undisturbed by anyone.
A hundred years more went by.
And it remained the same.
On the pedestal of the white jade statue.
Miss Zhao Yingjun and VV, looking at each other, waiting for each other.
Waiting for the arrival of an old friend.
Waiting...
For a reunion spanning 600 years.
...
...
The projection corridor of the exhibition hall ended like this.
Lin Xian reached the end, where a sign offered a warm reminder:
Miss Zhao Yingjun left no photos or videos from her later years, saying something profound—
[I don’t want the world to see me age.]
Historians and critics analyzed that by saying this, Miss Zhao Yingjun expressed her longing and reluctance to let go of the past.
She conveyed the sentiment of how times have changed and youth is no longer, creating an atmosphere of desolation yet accepting the passage of time, evoking a sense of beauty that remained pristine and youth remained constant.
Miss Zhao Yingjun wanted to leave her most beautiful side, her best years to the world, to inspire the young to cherish the present, to struggle, and to let their youth shine with the light of a burning life.
Thump.
As Lin Xian took another step forward.
The red carpet ended.
He walked into an unlit exhibition hall.
Ahead, the garbage bin robot VV turned its head:
The garbage can robot VV also made a round, running from the regular tour route and looking up at Lin Xian, adding:
“You walked too fast through the projection corridor just now; you must have missed that photo.
You were only looking to the right...
At that moment, the photo projected on the left showed Zhao Yingjun with this garbage disposal robot placed in the driver’s seat, while she leaned back in the passenger seat.
Unfortunately...
the photo was taken from behind the car, so you still couldn’t see her aged face.”
Lin Xian walked around the familiar blue convertible.
On the windshield, there was a line of delicate handwriting, seemingly Zhao Yingjun’s description of the car:
This is the first car in human history to fly in the sky; I hope it can also soar across time.
That’s not entirely untrue.
After all, its flight principle was different from the flying cars filled in the cities outside.
Quite amusing.
But Lin Xian couldn’t smile at all.
He ran his palm along the car door frame, making a circle to the right rear side of the car.
He discovered...
On the narrow back seat, there was actually a bouquet of fake flowers!
He widened his eyes, taking a deep breath...
It was a bunch of red roses, roses wrapped in foil.
The only discordant note was that.
Although the bouquet was made of plastic, designed never to wither,
the foil wrapping the stems had obvious flaws, crinkly and ragged, incongruous with the brand-new car and the forever fresh red roses.
“VV, you’re wrong,”
Lin Xian said softly, lowering his head:
“It’s not true...
that there are no traces of me here.”
The garbage can robot cocked its head, its eyes flashing:
“What are you saying?”
However...
Lin Xian chuckled softly, without answering its question:
“Those so-called critics and historians, zero reading comprehension...
All that talk about the memories and reluctance to let go of the past, trying to set a mournful tone...
They’ve got it all wrong.”
He reached out,
Picking up the crinkly bouquet of roses.
At that moment.
It was as if the long bridge of 600 years of time suddenly collapsed.
Lin Xian’s vision blurred...
In the hazy light refracting, he felt a breeze blow by.
Under the bright moonlight.
The night wind swept over the East Sea at dawn, blowing across the overpass, lifting Zhao Yingjun’s evening gown, stirring the loose hair by her ears:
“I don’t want the world to see me age.”
She was proud and beautiful.
She extended her index finger, sweeping the strands of hair beside her ear back, turning her head against the reflection of the Oriental Pearl in the distance.
Her pupils reflected the colorful neon lights, looking across the chasm of 600 years to this end, smiling brightly:
“For my world is your dream.”