Ignoring the goblin engineer's expression and demeanor, I answered his question without hesitation: "Yes, as you said, whenever you look up at the night sky, there is always a sense of belonging in my heart. ”

"Even if you are exhausted or bruised, as long as you lie on the ground and look up at the night sky, you will feel much better."

My voice grew quieter and quieter, and I fell into the silence of the night sky again.

"It's rare to see young people like you" The goblin engineer was not too dirty, and sat cross-legged on the deck, his eyes were a little inexplicably sad: "Young people nowadays, they always want to compete for fame and fortune, think about pleasure and luxury, their steps are frivolous and messy, their eyes are empty, and they even forgot their childhood dreams and forgot the meaning of life for a while!" ”

His voice grew louder and more intense, like a cynical orator denouncing moths that thrive in dark corners.

I just listened quietly and didn't say anything.

Although I don't agree with his views on young people, I do agree that some cities have a frivolous pace of life, as if someone is pushing them behind them.

After listening like this for a while, the goblin engineer seemed to be tired of talking, took a long breath, and asked me, "Do you feel the same way?" ”

I shook my head.

"You think I'm not right?" His eyebrows furrowed, and the expression on his face was somewhat exaggerated.

"No, I just don't know how to answer."

I also sat cross-legged on the deck and looked at him: "I just yearn for freedom, I like to be idle, and I am alone, I have nothing to carry, I naturally live more easily than many people, and I will have more time to look at the sky." ”

smiled, and continued: "Sometimes, I also envy those busy peers, someone invites you to drink at night, and someone asks about warmth and coldness when you go home, which is also a kind of happiness, which is good." ”

"Total feeling. Your smile is very lonely, child" The goblin engineer moved his ass and leaned on me a little: "What about your family?" ”

"Dead" I replied very naturally, even a little casually, but my voice unconsciously trembled.

"Oh.." He wiped his eyes: "What a poor child, you must be very tired and lonely to live." ”

"Tired. Sometimes, as for loneliness" I sighed: "I have partners, several. Forehead. More than a dozen. ”

"Just because you have company doesn't mean you're not alone." He sighed and fell into deep thought.

It also happened that I was tired of saying that I was just continuing to look up at the sky.

However, it didn't take long for the goblin engineer to open up another topic: "Kid, is your left arm hurt?" ”

"Uh. Sort of," I put my left arm in my arms.

"Let me see" The goblin engineer came up very enthusiastically: "Don't look at me as an engineer now, but I was also a skilled doctor when I was young!" ”

"No, I won't bother you" I protected my left arm and said, "The injury has healed, there is no problem at all, don't worry about it, hey. I'm talking about you. It's not good to pull and pull, let go, let go! ”

"When the scab is formed, you can't cover it, it will become inflamed and deteriorate!" He reached over and tugged at the piece of kraft cloth on my arm.

What's the matter with this goblin?

I was very upset: why are you so nosy?

I have the heart to knock him out with a fist, but God knows if the wall has ears, if this kind of criminal behavior is seen, it will be sent to prison for reform!

What should I do if he doesn't get knocked out and shouts and screams while holding my legs, I don't know how much he will be fined if he is touched in the Zephyr Continent..

I can't take that risk.

In desperation, I had to threaten: "Old man, let go, I can tell you, if you don't let go, believe me or not, I'll beat you!" ”

"You kid, old man, I'm good for you" The goblin engineer and I were sweating profusely, and our faces were flushed: "Quickly tear off this impermeable piece of kraft cloth, let me help you see!" ”

"Hey, I said that you are unreasonable, let go, you let go of me, if you don't let go, I will really beat you!"

I raised my right hand and bluffed.

"Child, I can see that you are a kind child, you will not beat the old man."

The goblin engineer's old face was full of confidence, and he tirelessly tugged at the cloth on my left arm.

"You. . . I."

Helpless and completely speechless, my mentality at this time is like a public toilet full of people, sweating profusely, and not squatting, the whole person is at a loss.

Hearing the stabbing sound, a large piece of sturdy kraft cloth was torn off by the old goblin man.

Don't you want to fight like this!

The black line on his head groaned in his heart, and when he looked down, most of the black graffiti on his left arm was exposed.

You can't cover it.

Either kill or play stupid.

The former is a bit inhumane, after all, the old goblin man is kind.

Play stupid, he doesn't necessarily know what this graffiti is, and if he does, then God will help me, because I want to find out what it is.

The goblin engineer stared at the black graffiti on my arm before he spoke, "How did you get this injury?" ”

I scratched my head: "Forgot." ”

"The light here is not good, you come to my office, I'll help you take a look."

He slowly stood up and patted the dirt off his body.

"I won't bother you." I refused.

"You're a kid, the old man has said everything, just help others for this hobby, you..."

"I'll go, I'll go" Seeing that his chatter mode turned on again, I had to raise my hands to show my obedience, but I was extremely depressed in my heart.

The office is in the top cabin, which is filled with various experimental tools and mechanical materials, and drawing paper and models are also placed everywhere.

"Scientists are all sloppy like this?"

I recalled the image of the scientist in the TV series in my previous life, and I unconsciously had this impression.

"Come here, come here," the goblin engineer beckoned to me as he reached a marble table.

Dodging the models and drawings on the ground, I walked over and sat down across from him.

"Stretch your arms out," he put on a pair of delicate eyes, and the thick lenses magnified his face exaggeratedly: "Left arm." ”

With his left arm on the table and his right arm on his cheek, he casually surveyed the objects in the office.

A stack of drawings piled up next to me, full of anatomical drawings of mechanical structures, and on each frame, there were also dense numbers and descriptions, and after a few glances, I felt that my brain was dizzy.

Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry.

With this mess of data, if I were to design and build machinery, it would be worse than death.

Just as he sighed, his arm turned over, and the old goblin suddenly let out a strange cry.