C47 Sodom

Nokia's recording system really isn't that great. Listening to my own voice, it sounds like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. Those who don't know me probably think I'm crying my heart out.

Shuyue looked at her watch. It was 3 in the morning.

"America happens to be in the afternoon. I have a junior who is studying linguistics in America. I'm sending it to him to hear what it is."

Shuyue said as she turned on the computer. Then, she turned the recording into an MP3 on the computer and sent it over to the other party.

I couldn't sleep either, so I went to the fridge and got some leftovers to nibble on.

After a few minutes, Junior Brother Shuyue's MSN came online. In 2001, when MSN released its voice and video features, a deep and deep male voice was heard from the other side:

"You're finally willing to look for me?"

Shuyue rolled her eyes: "Don't say that, have you heard the MP3 that I sent you?"

The other person did not reply, but instead asked, "You returned to the United States?"

"Nope." Shuyue lazily said: "Where does this recording come from?"

"I'll tell you if you call me husband." The other party's voice suddenly became very lecherous.

Puff. I couldn't help laughing.

Shuyue, this junior, should be over thirty years old. Such an old person can still brazenly pick on girls, he doesn't have a chance to seduce others anymore.

"Who are you with?" He didn't expect the other party to have such a strong counter detection ability.

"My husband!" Shuyue yelled out of boredom.

"I'm her niece!" I shouted into the microphone.

Shuyue fiercely kicked me.

"Can you do a video?" Since the other party was saying so, he paused for a moment. However, he was afraid that Shuyue would not agree to it, so he added, "I have to see you first before I say it."

Without waiting for Shuyue to reject, I grabbed the mouse and opened the video button.

Inside the screen was an uncle who looked very young. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a Bluetooth headset with a microphone stuffed into his ear. He looked refined, and he actually looked a bit like Wu Yanzu.

I had always been a loyal member of the Appearance Association, so I suddenly felt that it was acceptable to be teased by such a handsome person. However, before I could say 'good day', he replied me with a tone that was neither hot nor cold.

"Is this your niece? "It's not as beautiful as you …"

Alright, he actually isn't that handsome. I immediately dodged to the side.

"Go ahead."

"IjustwannatellyouImissyou."

When the handsome guy said those words, his eyes flashed with sincerity. I was almost moved by his words across the computer screen.

"Leave these words to your junior sister and student." Shuyue didn't seem to appreciate it at all.

"Alright, back to the main topic. Where did you get this recording from?"

"Can you stop asking questions? Just say what you know! " Shuyue frowned.

"I don't know where it came from, but I can't be 100% sure. After all, the recording is very blurry —" The handsome uncle pushed his glasses.

"This is an ancient language, but it should be Arabic, because there is a shaky tongue behind every sentence, which is not in Chinese or English. I presume it's ancient Hebrew. "Like Chinese, the Hebrew language has evolved over thousands of years, and every pronunciation is very different. It's like the Qin dialect of the Qin Dynasty and the official language of the Song Dynasty to the vernacular of the Republic of China. Although the Chinese characters are similar, the pronunciation is far different …"

"Hebrew used to be the official language of Israel, but after the Jews were dispersed, Hebrew was no longer spoken, but was used only as a written language for religious rituals. Today, Hebrew is not the same as ancient Hebrew."

Shuyue sighed: "Then there's no hope."

"Not necessarily. Although I can't understand it, I just separated every pronunciation of this recording. In modern Hebrew, the letters correspond to each other. I found out that from a grammatical perspective, this is a poem."

"A poem?"

"Yes, because only the beginning and the end of a poem are symmetrical, especially in ancient Hebrew, and important words are repeated in a poem. So I used modern Hebrew to correspond to every word in the poem, and found that the most common word to appear was' Sodom '. "

"Sodom City!" Shuyue screamed in shock.

"Well, it might have something to do with the Old Testament." The handsome brother said.

Shuyue and I looked at each other.

Was it Sodom, the Sin City, that I saw through the door? But wasn't Sodom a mythical city?

When I was in primary school, Shuyue once bought me a set of illustrations of the Old Testament. It was said that because Sodom was full of sinners, who had chosen a way of life that God did not like and were always doing shameful things, God was angry, and the consequences were serious — God had destroyed the city in any case.

"Luo Chuan, do you know much about Sodom?" Shuyue asked.

So his name was Luo Chuan.

"Of course, even though I'm not an expert in Hebrew, it's still hard to separate Western languages from the Bible," Luo Chuan was obviously very willing for Shuyue to consult him, as he rolled his eyes craftily, "Then how are you going to thank me?"

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it. Kneel." Shuyue picked up her mouse and was about to close the video window.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't, it's not like I'm not going to tell you —" Luo Chuan was a little anxious, "Can't you let me use my knowledge to push you down once?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to break my waist." Shuyue retorted snappily.

"As you know, the Lord saw that the people of Sodom lived too freely — oh, no, too obscenely, so he decided to finish them all off. Abel urged him to give Sodom at least one chance to start anew — if he could find twenty good people in the city."

"So God sent two angels to Sodom, and they looked around and found that everyone was too dirty to be saved. Only one honest man, Peter, invited two angels to his house. At that moment, the Sunrise crowd of Sodom rushed in and asked Peter to hand over the angel.

Peter said the door is the guest, or I will give you two pure girls to play with, but the people of the morning do not agree, they want to taste the angel. If the angels were angry, they would blind the eyes of the people in the morning sun. Finally the angel said to Peter — you are chosen by God, and only you in this city can be redeemed, even your wife will die, because she has secretly made love to the old king next door — and Peter boarded the boat the next day, but he hid his daughters in the cabin and wanted to take his wife with him before he left.

But God had refused to let it happen. He had stormed the city of Sodom, turning Peter's wife and the rest of the crowd into pillars of salt. Peter stayed at sea for a few months before returning to land. Some say that he and his daughters continued to reproduce, and some scholars insisted that they could not marry near each other, so Peter found offspring in the rest of the world who, like himself, had been chosen by God to reproduce, and made it impossible for his descendants never to intermarry with those of his own daughters. "

I thought of my dreams, the two girls who had come out of the cabin, and the freaks they had given birth to.

"Uncle, which theory do you think is more reliable?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The second, of course. If Peter was chosen by God, of course he would marry someone else who was also chosen by God. His daughter was just an ordinary person — and when God destroyed Sodom, he destroyed another evil city, Gomorrah, but Gomorrah's fame was not as great as Sodom's, no one knew it — Gomorrah had chosen people, and the Bible says she was a woman, called Amira."

I suddenly had a feeling that the long term marriage between my father's family and Shuyue's family had started from a long time ago, right?

When Peter found out that he and his daughter were left with monsters, would he leave the cave and search for Amira, who had been chosen by the gods?

If what I saw was really the history of our ancestors, would our families be descendants of Peter and Amira?

But if what Shuyue said was true, and the big explosion that I saw was a nuclear explosion, then who is the "God" hiding in the clouds?

"If Peter went to Jamila, how would his two remaining daughters reproduce?" Shuyue was deep in thought.

"Who knows, maybe it's a monkey, hahahahaha ~" Luo Chuan joked.

Years later, I recalled that one of his jokes had hit the nail on the head.

"Uncle, does Sodom City really exist in the Bible?"

"Little friend, you overestimate the imagination of the ancient masses. The ancient people worked during the day and slept in the dark. They didn't have as much entertainment and information as the current people. They can't concoct anything they've seen 20 times as big in their brains — they can exaggerate and render what they see, but it's hard to make it up out of thin air. " Luo Chuan said.

"Uncle, what do you say... Is it possible that the ancient people... No navel? " I stammered.

"Oh? The little friend actually asked such a question — — If you ask your Aunt Shuyue to show me her navel, I'll tell you — — "

"F * ck off." Shuyue raised her mouse and was about to close the dialog.

"Wait!" Wait! One! "Go!" Luo Chuan anxiously shouted from the side, causing all the foreigners behind him to immediately open their eyes wide and look over.

It was only then that I noticed that what seemed to be a meeting room behind Luo Chuan, was actually a bunch of foreigners sitting behind him. They were all staring at him with wide eyes.

"Are you in Chicago? The MacArthur Foundation? " Shuyue was a little shocked. Following which, I saw a symbol with blue and green letters hanging on the far wall. The foreigners who sat behind Luo Chuan were all wearing formal attire.

"... "Oh, yeah." Luo Chuan replied indifferently.

After I went to the United States, I learned what the MacArthur Prize meant to young scholars in the United States.

The MacArthur Prize, known as the Genius Grant, was a world-class award. Taking it meant winning tickets for Pulitzer and Nobel. Few Chinese have won this award.

To be able to think about flirting with a girl a few minutes before stepping onto the stage of the peak of one's life — it could be seen that this girl was very important.

For some reason, my father's square face and thick neck appeared in my mind.

In this world, there really were people who liked eating stinky tofu better than Michelin's Restaurant.

"Are you sick!? If you participate in such an important award ceremony, I'll do it even if you send a reply later! " Shuyue was obviously a little angry.

"Justcan 'twaittoseyou, do you know how long it has been since you last looked for me?" Luo Chuan pouted like a wronged child.

"No more talking, don't just do unorthodox things," Shuyue sighed.

"— When are you coming to America? Can we meet once? " Luo Chuan said a little anxiously: "If you promise me, I'll die. If you don't, I don't want this award anymore."

"..." Next month, Atlanta … I'll bring you a few bottles of mom. " After Shuyue finished speaking, he turned off the video.

I looked at Shuyue's face with my eyes wide open.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I just want to see if you're blind."

Then I was smacked to the ground.