Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1633 Routine
Living in this world, if a person has the right to suffer from a disease with peace of mind, it is enough to be called lucky.

In that dark hotel room, when Xie Feng fell ill on the bed in a daze, she secretly shed tears several times.

When she had a high fever, there was pain everywhere on her body, and her skin and bones seemed to burst, and every turning over was a punishment.But she can have a dry bed, don't have to live on the street in the continuous rainstorm, have three meals a day, can afford antipyretics - and most importantly, there is someone beside her.

Although no matter how loose the standard is, Dong Luorong is not a very caring person.

The meals were delivered by the hotel, the medicine was bought by the driver, and she didn't have to wet a towel to cool down Xie Feng like in TV dramas—a large pack of fever-reducing stickers from a convenience store was thrown on the bedside table with a "boom" Above, Dong Luorong's "care" is to ask Xie Feng: "You post it yourself."

When Xie Feng asked her in a low voice if he could boil some hot water, Dong Luorong's expression was very bewildered.

"Why do you need to drink hot water?" She seemed to lack all common sense in life, and asked back: "Wouldn't it be your body temperature if you drink ice water and hot water?"

The truth is indeed the truth, but it is also good to have a sip of tea to moisten the throat.

"Didn't you buy throat lozenges?"

Dong Luorong's current appearance is a bit like a child who found out that he had to shovel shit after arguing about having a pet. .”

She stood next to the kettle, pointing her toes impatiently waiting for the water to boil, as if she wanted to force it to boil with mental pressure.

Although Dong Luorong is such a person, and she is also an imperial person; but her existence itself is already a great comfort to Xie Feng.

She often feels that she is only hanging in the world by a silk thread, and as long as the wind blows and the thread is broken, she will fall into an unknown abyss.The guarantee that she thought could drive her into the world like a screw, turned out to exist only when she was docile and obedient; when she was dissatisfied and protested, the world changed its face.

Xie Feng has an older brother who works at the city hall. Xie Feng saw him on the TV news in the station hall on the day he surrendered; he stood neatly at the gate of the city hall with his peers, and everyone was smiling.

If one had to choose between such a pair of sons and daughters, Xie Feng would of course be the one who was given up.

"The empire can guarantee the future safety of the City of Tears. You can still study and work in the future, get married and have children. Why am I sorry for you?" Before she decided to leave home, her brother taught her this way at the dinner table: "Girls don't always Bitter and bitter, full of anger, and distorted all day long, people feel that they want to retreat!"

The woman's protest turned out to be an offense, and Xie Feng understood this truth when he was there.

What the empire guaranteed was you, and the price was paid by me.

Xie Feng was in a daze at the time, looking at the scrambled eggs on the table, wondering when the next time he would see his mother cooking.The City of Tears is not far from the empire, and in an era of advanced information, as long as you look at it, you can know what the future will look like after submitting to the empire—especially the future of ordinary women at the bottom—the only difference is whether you are willing to open your eyes to see it.

Before she left home, she was not considered as the bottom. After leaving home, Xie Feng became the bottom, only one step away from the mud on the street.

From this perspective, being taken in by Dong Luorong may be the luckiest thing she has done in the past two years—but for Xie Feng, this kind of "luck" is not in the material sense, but in Dong Luorong's the person himself.

... Although Dong Luorong didn't say anything about her own affairs, she was also a person hanging on a silk thread.

Don't look at Dong Luorong who can't even measure her body temperature, but she is delicate and sensitive in other places.Xie Feng was arranged in another hotel room; when Dong Luorong visited her, he would always bring a book or a palm game console.

The rainy season in the city of tears grows relentlessly.When it rains, Dong Luorong sits on the single sofa beside the bed, with her legs propped on her bed, flipping through the pages of the book, or playing games.Every time Xie Feng opened his eyes slightly from his drowsiness, he could always see a desk lamp on in the corner of the room, illuminating the profile of the person on the chair.

No matter how dark the outside world is, and the wind and rain are bleak, there is always a lamp in this corner, and someone is there.

Xie Feng closed his eyes, pretending to be in deep sleep, and quietly stretched out his feet, with his toes sticking out of the quilt, and put them on Dong Luorong's cold bare feet, making her shiver.Such a little skin-to-skin contact, not even a warm connection, seemed to be enough to comfort her for the past two years.

"It's so hot." Dong Luorong moved his feet away after a while, "Are you using me to cool down?"

It turned out that she had woken up.

"But..." Xie Feng, who was ill and confused, obviously lost a layer of filter when speaking: "I haven't touched other people's skin for a long time. Before when I was sick, my mother would hug me."

"Holding you? Are you Leicheng people so emotional?"

She was still in elementary school then.But Xie Feng didn't say that.

When he climbed into the bed at 39 degrees, Dong Luorong looked desperate.She would absolutely refuse to hold Xie Feng in his arms, but lying on the bed together with Xie Feng pillowing her arm, it was still bearable for a while.

"Okay, don't cry," Dong Luorong's words sounded surprisingly gentle, so gentle that it would only have the opposite effect: "... There is nothing in the world that is worth your tears."

Although the high fever comes and goes, Xie Feng is getting better every day.

Dong Luorong didn't seem to feel at all that it was unreasonable for her to pick up a person of unknown origin to raise her; instead, she ran to Xie Feng's room every day to see if she had eaten, and told her what she didn't like to eat. Put all the broccoli in her bowl, learn the local dialect of Leicheng from her, apply a facial mask with her, and announce "This is the best anti-fever patch!" After a while, complain again "Are you a stove, put The mask is all baked."

She just never said anything about herself.Who is Dong Luorong, what does she do, and why she is in the City of Tears, Xie Feng doesn't know all of this—to be honest, Xie Feng doesn't know whether these information are still important to her.

No matter who Dong Luorong is, she is such a person.

On the fourth night, Xie Feng felt much more relaxed and refreshed, as if he had finally got rid of the high fever.

She tossed and turned in bed for a few days, her bones were sore, and the fever finally subsided, so she naturally wanted to get up and move around.It's not too late now, maybe Dong Luorong hasn't slept yet—but if she wants to chat with Dong Luorong, she will have to wear two more clothes before she dares to knock on the door of the ice cellar.

Xie Feng put on the hotel's thick bathrobe, and put the collar up around his neck, hugged the pillow and went out, looking at it without knowing it, he thought the snowman had become a ghost.Dong Luorong's room was at the end of another corridor, and he had to go through the elevator; Xie Feng slouched like an old lady, and when he walked lazily into the elevator, he happened to see an empty elevator that had just closed its doors.

She didn't take it to heart.

When Xie Feng saw a person walking in front of her, she still didn't take it seriously.

The man was always walking in front of her, without opening any doors on both sides.It wasn't until he stopped at the door of the last room and turned to ring the doorbell that Xie Feng finally froze - that was the room she was going to.

Moreover, she knew the man.

Any person in Laicheng is probably very familiar with the appearance of that man in the past year: Chief Qiu, as the chief security officer in charge of arresting suspected evolutionaries and responsible for the security of Laicheng, has that tough and thin face that often appears In the news and newspapers.

He never bowed down and personally dealt with such small fish and shrimps as protesting students, but the security guards belonging to his department once chased Xie Feng across two streets and ripped her schoolbag off her back.

Xie Feng stood where he was, feeling that he couldn't move forward or back, and was stuck in the empty corridor.

Officer Qiu under the TV looked more serious and serious than on the camera, with a straight body and no belly.When he was waiting for the people in the room to open the door, his side face was expressionless, as if he was about to enter the door to discuss business.

Probably aware of someone behind the corridor, he turned his head and took a look, his gaze swept over Xie Feng's hotel bathrobe, and he took it back without any doubt.

Xie Feng was holding on to the pillow tightly, pretending to knock on the door of another room; when she retracted her fist from mid-air, she trembled faintly.

The door opened.

...She was still the same as before, with a cold and bored look on her face, and said something to the man at the door in a low voice, which could not be heard clearly from a distance.

As if she had noticed something, she poked her head out a little—the two's eyes met in mid-air.

After Chief Qiu entered the room, Dong Luorong closed the door expressionlessly.

　The title means that the plot is clichéd and there is no way around it.

　
(End of this chapter)