Although they all brought nutritional agents and some compressed food, the people at Sentinel No. 23 were still very good to Fan Lin, Fang Zhao and his group, and took out the prey they stored and carried back from hunting.

The sentinel is far less than the base, and the conditions are limited. Each room is only ten square meters, and each room is one for two.

At night, Lin Kevin, who had been tired for a day, was too lazy to move on the bed. He followed him a lot today. When he looked down in the air, he felt not very big, but when he really walked inside, he realized that he was very tired and had to deal with Fan Lin's various problems when he walked back and forth.

The rooms at the sentinel have a cold metallic feeling, like a prison. This condition that is similar to each other is very common, but at least the base is larger than the rooms at the sentinel and more complete.

Lin Kevin thought to himself, he would go back to the base tomorrow anyway, so he would be over for one night.

"Fang Zhao, are you writing a diary?" Lin Kaiwen asked when he saw Fang Zhao holding the familiar notebook and holding something. Over the days, he had already figured out Fang Zhao's habits. Every day, Fang Zhao would always write something in that notebook. Fang Zhao said it was a music score, but he couldn't understand it, so he thought Fang Zhao was writing a diary.

"Well, you go to bed first, I have something to write about." Fang Zhao wrote about some inspiration when he looked down from the sky from the base to the sentinel today when he looked down at the mountains, rivers and jungle scenes of this planet, and when he was pounding the ground in the experimental fields.

These are not enough to be a song, they are just small fragments, but over time, perhaps one day in the future, under the catalysis of a certain opportunity, a complete song may be created.

Before Fang Zhao was served, Mr. Xue Jing asked him to talk to him. This year, the old artist will give him another global tour, but Fang Zhao was unable to participate together due to his service.

Xue Jing suggested that Fang Zhao should not waste any fragmented inspiration even when he was serving. Although Fang Zhao was only in his twenties and was still quite young in the new century, of course, he was still very young in the composition industry, but there were younger people in other continents who held their own concerts. Xue Jing hoped that Fang Zhao would not relax.

"If you want to gain more recognition in this industry, you still have to use some traditional methods to enhance your artistic value, such as holding a concert in accordance with the old rules. Perhaps this rule has many disadvantages, which are too rigid and you don't agree with it, but only by standing at the top can you have the right to challenge the rules. At least now, you still have to follow the old rules."

At that time, Xue Jing advised Fang Zhao to hold his own concerts within ten years, which are not comparable to those of commercial concerts and must produce works of sufficient quality. Therefore, Xue Jing hoped that even if Fang Zhao served, he would not forget his own career. Once he did not seize the inspiration, it would be difficult to have a second chance to seize it.

Fang Zhao listened carefully to Xue Jing's suggestion. In fact, even if Xue Jing didn't say it, Fang Zhao would record the inspiration he had in his daily life according to his old habits. The conditions in the century were difficult, and now there is such a good opportunity, it would be unreasonable if he didn't grasp it.

Fang Zhao also hopes to hold a concert, but he doesn't have to deliberately pursue the so-called artistic nature. He only follows his own inspiration.

Lin Kevin couldn't understand Fang Zhao's thoughts, but he was already sleepy. "Okay, please continue writing. I'll go to bed first. Call me tomorrow morning. Fan Lin said that he would have to get up early to see the sprouting, otherwise he would have to wait for another year if he missed it, and we would have to be in vain."

"Okay, you go to bed first."

Fang Zhao turned off the lights in the room first, then grabbed a handful of feed and threw them into the water tank, and knocked on the water tank.

The light emitted by the "rabbit" in the tank is like a flashlight, illuminating the small room.

Fang Zhao specially asked Fan Lin for the "rabbit". This little thing looked very slow, but in fact he was very refined. He threw only a small piece of feed and emitted light for a few seconds perfunctorily. The more feed he threw in, the longer it glowed. Fan Lin said that the length of its glowing time is related to mood. The more feed, the better it is in a mood, and he is willing to emit light for a period of time. If he is in a bad mood, no matter how much feed he gives, it will not glow.

Fang Zhao covered his clothes to prevent the light from shining on Lin Kevin. He looked at the "rabbit" who was slowly eating feed in the water tank. He calmed down and continued to write a piece of music that he had not finished just now, and then modified the previous two paragraphs.

When Fang Zhao closed the notebook, Lin Kevin had already started snoring.

The "rabbit" in the water tank seemed to be in a good mood today. I don’t know if it was because of the lot of feed given or because of the stimulation of the new environment, it never "extinguished" the whole way.

Fang Zhao gently tapped the wall of the tank, and the light dimmed until it was dark.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhao received Fan Lin's call.

"Get up and go to the experimental field, don't stay in bed! Remember to bring a camera and keep the energy sufficient!" Fan Lin reminded again.

Lin Kevin was still a little confused when he was woken up by Fang Zhao, as if he didn't know where he was. After a while, he woke up and followed Fang Zhao to the test field with a yawn.

"It's still dark, so early I squatted on the ground and waited for sprouting?" Lin Kevin said and yawned again.

"Isn't this nonsense? I won't have to watch it when dawn." Fan Lin ignored Lin Kevin and directed several experimenters to run inside and out, not knowing what they were measuring.

Even if the people in the sentry did not have a rotation, they all got up.

"How is my hairstyle today?"

"Who, wipe your eyes!"

"Damn, I forgot to shave! Do I want to go back and shave again? Forget it, I still can't. What if I miss the opportunity?"

"I'm so nervous. I shaved my head a few days ago. I don't know if my family can recognize me."

The people in the sentry got up so early just to show off their faces during the live broadcast. They couldn't catch up during the live broadcast yesterday. Today Fan Lin said, giving them a chance to be the background.

However, Yan Biao, as the captain of the sentry, did not intend to appear on the camera. His level and official position were too restricted. To be on the safe side, he could only stand in places that could not be photographed by the camera.

Fang Zhao glanced at the sentry personnel who came over. His strong physique had a strong aura. Even the thinnest person on the side still had great explosive power. This is the difference between the garrison of the alien base and those in the continental military region who had never experienced war.

Fan Lin looked at the underground surveillance data, then looked at the sky, and said to Lin Kevin, "You can start a live broadcast... Wait! I almost forgot about the mask."

Two experimenters came over with a box of masks and sent the masks inside to everyone.

The sentry staff standing behind: "..." Can you tell who is who wearing a mask?

"Must wear it?" asked a man from the sentry.

"You can't wear it, but I won't care if anything happens." Fan Lin said.

Everyone in the sentry was struggling, but they put it on honestly.

Yan Biao, who was next to him, was depressed because he couldn't enter the camera and suddenly got much better.

Fang Zhao wore a mask and sucked in filtered air, and his eyes were separated from the outside air by a layer of transparent baffle.

"This is also very well guarded. It's not a mine. Just a half-covered breathing mask, why do you need to cover your eyes?" Lin Kevin complained.

"It will be eye-catching." Fan Lin said, "and it will prevent you from being allergic. Everyone has different physiques. You may not be fine if others are fine, just in case. Just your little body...tsk."

Fan Lin's tone was almost like "wasteful".

Lin Kevin was dissatisfied, "What's wrong with me? Your body is not much better!" He can't compare to Fang Zhao or to Fan Lin, a guy who is about to enter the old age?

Fan Lin didn't say anything, just smiled, then lifted up his top to reveal his strong eight-pack abs.

Lin Kevin: "..." Paralysis.

"We are also doing farm work." Fan Lin looked like educating the younger generation, "Young people, exercise more and don't waste the excellent genes passed down by our ancestors."

They are all descendants of the Genesis ancestors. They do not have particularly weak constitutions, but even the best genes can't withstand the waste of generations. Lin Kevin is the result of rarely exercising on weekdays and overly relying on machinery in everything. In a word, they are all lazy.

Lin Kevin said that he didn't want to talk to Fan Lin, and communicated with the audience first after the live broadcast.

It was already a little dawn, and even if the lights were not turned on, you could see the situation around the experimental field.

"What kind of formation is this? Why do you need to wear a mask when you see sprouting?" Online viewers are not sure.

"Didn't you say you want to see the sprouting? They seem to be preventing the virus."

Lin Kevin explained the reasons for wearing a mask that Fan Lin said in the morning to the audience. After looking at Fang Zhao, he saw that Fang Zhao was not going to come to answer the conversation. Lin Kevin was happy to continue communicating with the audience.

One minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes...

Lin Kevin couldn't continue to say anything.

Online viewers also began to be impatient. Some said they wanted to play a game first, while others said they wanted to go to the bathroom first.

Lin Kevin looked at Fan Lin and asked Fan Lin to give an explanation. Didn’t he say that he would sprout soon? It’s fifteen minutes passed, and there was no movement yet. Are you teasing us? A waste of live broadcast time!

Fan Lin was not in a hurry, looked at the data displayed on a circular instrument in his hand, and said calmly: "It's almost done."

As soon as Fan Lin finished speaking, Fang Zhao looked up at the experimental field and said, "Here you come!"

"What's coming? Fang Zhao, what did you hear again..."

Bang bang

A little dull cracking sound suddenly sounded, like a blunt object cutting a barrier.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang b

There were continuous sounds in all parts of the experimental field.

On the sturdy land, cracks appeared one after another.

White arrow shadows emerged from the cracks. Time seemed to pass by at this moment. The leaf veins spread out as if they were self-aware. In the blink of an eye, two leaves stretched out to welcome the dawn light projected from the horizon.

The originally bare ground was filled with tender seedlings in a few breaths.

Fang Zhao looked at the seedlings breaking through the ground without blinking, as if he saw the notes under the sky being lit, from dim to brilliant, rotating, and connected into arcs, transmitted to every corner of his body.
Chapter completed!