Chapter 1390 Fire
The girl's voice interrupted the conversation between the uncle and nephew.
“The baby woke up, you helped!
"The monster didn't come here, did you help?"
Her tone was certain at times and doubtful at other times.
Then, he pointed to the bright bonfire.
"You still have warm things, only adults have them."
Then he looked at the uncle and nephew expectantly.
"You are the "Ninety Blessings" that "Mumu" and "Paibao" are talking about! The "Ninety Blessings" who can defeat monsters!"
Tang Wulin looked confused.
Tang Liu looked at the girl, smiled slightly and said, "No. We are just adults from somewhere else."
The girl frowned, as if she was thinking hard.
"But, but the monster is here, adults also run away."
Tang Liu didn't answer in detail, he just smiled and said, "We are just adults."
The girl looked blank.
Tang Wulin finally couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why does she speak like this?"
Tang Liu glanced at him: "Because no one taught her."
Tang Wulin was stunned: "Huh?"
Tang Liu looked at the group of children again: "There are too few people. As soon as they are born, they will face the constant pursuit of monsters.
“The adults have to keep running away with them, and there is very little time to stop and rest.
“Occasionally, you should always pay attention to whether the monster is chasing you again.
"Under such high tension, they have no time to educate their newborns, and even in order to avoid being heard by monsters, they will keep the children as quiet as possible.
"Therefore, most of the children's learning of "language" can only be obtained from adults' communication and imitation.
“But adults will die while fleeing again and again, and children who have not had time to learn and grow will grow up day by day, and at the same time, new babies will be born.
"There are fewer and fewer adults who know "language", and there are more and more adults who have never learned "language" and only rely on imitation, and then there are fewer and fewer.
“In the end, the “language” they can understand and elaborate on becomes increasingly scarce, and one generation after another parodies it.
“Eventually losing most of what we think of as normal language abilities, they can communicate with each other in a way that they can understand, which can be called a completely new way of communication.
“Until the day when “language” is completely lost, or everyone dies and no more new life is born.
"Wulin, they have almost returned to their primitive state, and all they can do is survive.
“Inheritance is gradually lost, and this is how civilization slowly fades away from generation to generation.
"This is the worst consequence of not being able to defeat the apocalypse."
Tang Wulin felt heavy again.
But the girl probably understood it, at least roughly.
She showed a sullen expression: "I speak well."
She pointed to several other children: "They can't."
Tang Wulin felt even more uncomfortable after hearing what she said.
At this time, an older child came forward.
He looked at the bonfire and then at Tang Liu.
Pointing to the dancing flame, he gestured and said: "'Warmth', how come it is there?"
Tang Liu looked at him and was silent for a moment.
Then said: "Fire."
The children looked very confused.
But in the beating firelight, there is a certain kind of throbbing that can shake people's hearts.
Tang Liu continued: "'Warmth' is fire."
The children opened their mouths and tried to imitate his mouth shape.
"Hu, oh..."
"fire."
"fire--"
"right."
Tang Liu smiled and nodded, then stretched out his hand and wrote a big word "fire" on the soft sand.
"Fire. This is "Fire""
The children put their heads together and looked at the word "fire" in the gravel.
His eyes were full of novelty, and then he could no longer look away, without even blinking.
It's like I want to ingrain that word deeply into my mind.
The children looked up one by one, looking at Tang Liu in surprise.
The girl's voice stuttered: "You can write?!"
Tang Liu just looked at them with a smile: "Do you want to try it?"
Then, stroke by stroke, he slowly wrote another word "fire" on the ground.
The children immediately lay down on the soft sand, clumsily imitating his movements, and wrote one crooked "fire" after another.
Seeing the excited expressions on their faces, Tang Liu smiled softly.
"Now, you can also "write"."
The children glanced at him with smiles on their faces.
"Fire——" kept coming out of their mouths one after another.
Even if the sand is filled with the "fire" they wrote, they still enjoy it.
Stick your butt out and write more "fire" on the ground.
Tang Wulin's eyes passed over the densely packed "fire" characters on the ground again and again.
They gathered around the big, straight character "Fire" written by Tang Liu.
Although it is crooked and uneven, there is no sense of beauty at all.
But it was like a work of art passed down from generation to generation, giving him the deepest shock in his soul.
A small word "fire", a small bonfire.
No matter which one, it is insignificant in this end of the world.
But a small bonfire illuminated a small patch of darkness.
And those countless "fire" words.
But it seems that the surviving civilization has been illuminated again.
Because of civilization.
Originally born from "fire".
Also inherited from "fire"!
Tang Liu looked at the group of happy children and the shocked children next to them.
The flickering flames of the bonfire reflected in his pupils, adding a bit of warmth to those dark eyes.
He curled his lips and smiled inconspicuously.
Perhaps the end of the world will lead to the destruction of everything.
But as long as there are still people alive and people who remember.
The fire of civilization will always exist.
The inheritance will never end.
However, since the human race was left with only this group of confused and ignorant children.
The civilization of the previous generation can also be said to have ended.
From now on, everything will only depend on the "new humans" as these children.
Where they will go in the future, the new civilization will go.
So, the next thing to do.
Is to create a civilization with your own hands.
...
Tang Liu and Tang Wulin, with the group of children, walked in the wind and sand for three days.
Then, they saw green mountains and forests in the distance.
That was their destination.
The children's eyes glowed, pointing at the green in the distance and shouting: "Mountain!"
One after another, they raised their hands and gestured the word "mountain" in front of them.
During the three days, every night, Tang Liu would teach them some simple words and pronunciations.
At the same time, Tang Wulin, under Tang Liu's suggestion, would tell fairy tales to the children every night.
Even though they didn't understand a lot of the content, they still listened with relish and fell asleep by the campfire with the stories.
"Xiaohong, Xiaolu, Xiaocao, Xiaoyun..."
Tang Wulin raised the golden dragon spear and called the children's nicknames one by one.
- Similarly, within these three days, let these nameless children give themselves nicknames with their favorite characters.
The children raised their hands one by one to answer.
Tang Wulin finally said loudly: "Go to the mountains and forests over there, full speed ahead!"
Children: "Qianjin!"
The first thing to develop civilization.
That naturally requires a habitable place.
It requires "water".
Tang Liu walked at the end with his hands behind his back, watching Tang Wulin leading a group of children running in front.
A smile appeared on his lips.
The next words——
