'SEE YOU MORNING' 082 Peeling the Onion
The Earth is indeed ascending—from the perspective of its position in the solar system and the timeline, it is about to enter a region of higher energy density. Whether individual consciousness or collective consciousness, both will experience greater elevation within such energy density, which will change the long‑standing isolation of the solar system, especially Earth, from the outside world.
But the problem is that the way life grows on Earth is vastly different from elsewhere in the universe. For various reasons—historical, geographical, and those related to different factions—it seems that Earth has become the focal point of conflicts: wars, catastrophes, conspiracies and schemes, deception and fear, unrest and violence. All of this is so vivid and profound that the innocent life forms from other parts of the universe would be directly infected or terrified upon contact with it.
Therefore, to prevent this from happening, the Star Alliance has been committed to raising the overall frequency of Earth’s humans, hoping that they can shed those low‑frequency emotions or habits before full contact. There is also a loyal group of Star Alliance members, as diligent and devoted as bees, continuously sending out their spacecraft to carry out the Alliance’s missions and help repair Earth’s long‑damaged energy grid.
However, there are also some powerful forces deeply involved, each with its own agenda. The Eastern faction supported by the Sirius branch—mainly China—has made rapid progress in recent decades thanks to its strong collective consciousness. With the Chinese people’s excellent organization and discipline, an assessment is underway on whether they will be allowed to join the interstellar family.
The Orion branch, on the other hand, leans more toward extreme individualism, controlling through capital rather than power. They have built a powerful interstellar trading system to support their influence. But in local competitions on Earth, any elevation of collective or individual consciousness would obviously impact the control system they maintain through the lure of money and wealth, so they have been openly and covertly using various means to block this process.
Liana’s fleet has no intention of getting involved in the “Game of Thrones” between the Sirius branch and the Orion branch over Earth. They merely want to protect their own people from any incursion originating from Earth.
For Lin Yuhui, as his life came to an end, he felt a deep sense of loss because of his emotional nature. Women wouldn’t work, his daughter wouldn’t work, and even a female alien wouldn’t work. He truly did not know why he had come to Earth to live out his life. Was it to prove himself by facing the challenges here? Yes, he had endured the test, lived successfully to a natural death, never abandoned his dignity just to survive, was never eroded by material greed, and never bowed to power or seduction. Yet he had paid a considerable price. Now that he was leaving his worn‑out body, where was he to go?
Lin Yuhui thought of his daughter. What was she doing? Longing brought him to her side. Oh, it was late at night, and she was sleeping peacefully. Lin Yuhui wanted to stroke her hair, but when he reached out his hand, he could not touch her. Only then did he realize that he could never do so again.
But he could not leave just yet. Even though they were separated by life and death, he had to stay with her through this farewell. She would be heartbroken when she saw that he had passed away. He had to accompany her through this period. Just as he was thinking this, Lin Yuhui saw his daughter sitting by his remains, holding his hand, silently weeping. Lin Yuhui wanted to lean close to her ear to comfort her. He tried, but it didn’t work. He immediately realized that perhaps he could only reach her through her dreams.
After watching his daughter busy all day arranging his funeral, returning home and tidying up quickly before falling asleep, Lin Yuhui began to try to figure out how to tell her that he was still alive—only in a world she could not see—so that she would stop grieving. Words did not work; he had tried during the day. Could he try silently in his mind?
“Don’t be sad. I’m still by your side. I can still accompany you.” Lin Yuhui circled around his daughter, silently repeating these words over and over, wondering if she could feel them.
Then Lin Yuhui felt that there seemed to be others calling him as well, but he could not see them. He didn’t care. When he was alive, he had disobeyed orders; now that he was dead, he cared even less. So he lay down on his side beside his daughter, remembering when she had been an infant, so tiny, completely dependent on her father’s care and protection. He remembered one summer day when his wife had gone out to buy clothes, and her father was watching her as she lay in bed.
It was very hot, and her father was eating watermelon. But how could he let his daughter just watch longingly? So he pressed the juice out of the watermelon with a spoon and fed it to her. She loved it. Every time she tasted it, she would laugh and wave her arms and legs. He thought she needed vitamin C too, so he gave her a little tomato juice. It was a bit sour, but a small amount should be fine.
When he saw the expression on his daughter’s face each time she tasted it—eyes closed, smacking her lips vigorously—he knew she too found it sour. Yet when he offered it to her again, she still opened her mouth to drink. Remembering those wonderful times, Lin Yuhui felt as if he had returned to that former home, the sunlit room. It had been an afternoon, in brilliant sunlight, everything in the room so brightly colored, every movement of his daughter, the smile on her face, like a slow‑motion high‑definition movie. Everything was so beautiful.
In the warm afternoon sunlight, Lin Yuhui felt as if he had gone to another space. There was the same afternoon sun, and a field of white lilies stretching over the hills. A young woman wearing a lily wreath slowly approached. Was it Cerise? Lin Yuhui recognized her. It was Cerise, a former female colleague. But immediately he grew suspicious. Was she dead too? She was twenty years younger than him.
Lin Yuhui wanted to ask about her situation to confirm whether it really was Cerise, but then he became wary again. What if it was his hallucination? What if someone was projecting an illusion onto him? Since she hadn’t cared for him when he was alive, why should he bother with her now that he was dead?
Without saying a word to her, Lin Yuhui turned to leave, only to find himself still walking on that hillside. Annoyed, he looked back. Cerise was still following him. With a glare and a deep, displeased tone, he said,
“Don’t bother me anymore.”
When Lin Yuhui turned his head back, everything from a moment ago had vanished without his noticing. The sky was growing light. Thinking of how small his daughter had been then, sleeping in the crook of his arm, he returned to her side.
When he was beside his daughter again, he felt as if she was dreaming. The scenes in her dream seemed to be from her own life experience, but they were interwoven with the memories Lin Yuhui had just revisited. Grown up, she was lying in her father’s embrace. Her father’s arms were so broad that they could hold a whole adult. Was it an imitation swing? As her father gently rocked his daughter in his arms, it was as if he was playing on a swing with her.