Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

One year has passed since the disaster, and the team led by Esrorik spent more than three months cleaning up the small number of monsters and mutations outside.

Everything is calm.

After the death of the director of 01 Research Institute, human experiments were revealed in the institute, and all the people involved were detained, but Fu Zhou was not. But he quit the laboratory, and before leaving, he found Cang Mingzhu. .

It's winter again, and white snow covers everything as far as the eye can see.

Fu Zhou and Cang Mingzhu stood side by side on the stairs, with the cold wind blowing their hair. Fu Zhou took out a potion from his bag and exhaled a breath of cold white breath.

"I'm sorry about Teng Xiyan."

Cang Mingzhu's cold and dull eyes moved, and he looked sideways at Fu Zhou.

Fu Zhou held the potion in his hand, with a hint of regret in his tone: "After a year, I developed a potion that can save him. I promised to challenge him at the time, but unfortunately, the challenge was not successful."

He threw the potion out and hit it in the snow. The potion soaked into the snow and merged with it, leaving only some glass residue.

Cang Mingzhu stared at the broken glass, a flash of loss and grief in his eyes, and he said quietly: "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Fu Zhou took out a document bag from his bag. The corners were slightly yellowed, but the seal was intact and had not been opened.

He handed the document bag to Cang Mingzhu and said, "He gave me this. He said a few words to me."

Cang Mingzhu lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the corners of the document bag with his fingertips tremblingly.

Fu Zhou continued: "He said that if he dies, this thing will be handed over to you after a year, and when your emotions have calmed down, I think you should come out after a year. .”

Cang Mingzhu was silent, but there was a glimmer of water at the end of his lowered eyes.

"The favor I owe him has been paid off, and the rest is no longer under my control. As for the institute, I have also withdrawn. Goodbye."

Fu Zhou was carrying a suitcase next to him. He stepped down the steps, looking a little sad, but he did not look back. He took the luggage alone and left the place that made him both painful and happy.

The cold wind was biting at night, and Cang Mingzhu leaned against the door of the base. Although the base was not in use, it seemed that someone was always waiting for him here, so he stayed here.

With the faint light, it seemed that the longing that had been buried in his heart for a year was being pulled out by the thing in his hand.

He stared at the moon for a long time, then finally lowered his head and opened the document bag.

There was a letter inside that was not a letter, because there was no envelope, just a letter written on white paper. The handwriting on it was very neat, but some of the handwriting was a little blurry.

With just one glance, Cang Mingzhu's eyes were already red.

Dear Colonel, I am your favorite word.

See the words as if they are faces, show your confidence and make your face look soothing.

After a year, I don’t know if you can’t remember my appearance, but it doesn’t matter. When you are alive, you have to look forward.

But I still hope you can remember my appearance and my voice. After all, who can forget a genius + a handsome guy?

If you can see this letter, it must mean that I am dead.

Suddenly I feel a little sad, because I really want to be with you forever, and the family of three will be safe and happy, but there is probably no chance. But after I die, you must take good care of my Jiaojiao. In addition to liking me, she It just likes you. It must be Aiwujiwu that likes you. After all, it is my cat.

Although I don’t know how you are doing now, I hope you are doing well.

I don’t know if you still like me now. If you like me, remember me and take me to see the scenery. If you can’t take me with you, take Jiaojiao with you, so that you can have a companion on the road.

Also, Colonel Cang, don't be busy with work, take care of your health, and don't cry just because I'm dead, or I will laugh at you.

You are not allowed to accompany me, unless you die of old age, hahaha, I will laugh at you too. By then you will be a little old man, and you will not be the most handsome boss in Hope's eyes. At that time, Hope's memory is What I look like now is the most handsome Teng Xiyan!

I don’t know what to say to you. I talked some nonsense. I did the math. If you add the year I died, I have liked you for more than 600 days. Why is it 600 days? How many days?

Because I fell in love at first sight.

Haha, but I guess you don’t believe it.

However, my colonel is the best in the universe and the most handsome in the universe. It is an honor for you to fall into my hands.

Okay, that’s all.

Here’s to the person I love the most.

Even if my body dies, I will always love you.

——Teng Xiyan.

Cang Mingzhu pinched the edge of the paper, and the dripping tears blurred Teng Xiyan's name.

He lowered his head and buried it in his arms, even crying silently and with restraint.

From the beginning to this point, Teng Xiyan has not left a single relic of him in this world. Cang Mingzhu has survived three hundred and sixty-five days relying on the songs Teng Xiyan sang in the Lin Wangxi bracelet given to him by Li Jiaoyang. Day and night.

He rummaged through the document bag, but there was only a piece of white paper filled with Teng Xiyan's handwriting. Other than that, there was nothing inside.

After settling down Tantai Zhao and Li Jiaoyang, Cang Mingzhu put on his backpack and took off the combat uniform that had troubled him all his life.

"Boss, let me go with you." Li Jiaoyang saw Cang Mingzhu's appearance. Although Cang Mingzhu had never mentioned Teng Xiyan's name in the past year, he knew that the boss had never forgotten him.

Cang Mingzhu put Teng Xiyan's ashes into a black box and carefully put on his backpack. He looked at Tantai Zhao on the hospital bed and Li Jiaoyang who wanted to leave with him.

After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Yanyan asked me to accompany him to see the scenery. I will come back after watching it."

Li Jiaoyang's heart tingled, his throat rolled up and down, and he knew there was no way to change Cang Mingzhu's mind.

"Then Mingkong and I will wait for you here."

Li Jiaoyang didn't know why, but he had a hunch that after this separation, he might never see Cang Mingzhu again.

So he still wanted to tell Cang Mingzhu that he and Tantai Zhao were still here and would wait for him to come back.

Cang Mingzhu did not answer directly, but just left a sentence: "Take good care of Mingkong."

Before he left, he took a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes and walked to the Heroes Monument. Behind him was the Martyrs Garden where thousands of heroic souls were buried. There was not a single body in the Martyrs Garden because the only thing left in the disaster was their nameplates. .

Cang Mingzhu walked to Lin Chengxiao's tombstone, put down his backpack, sat next to the tombstone, and placed a bottle of wine in front of the tombstone. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then put the lighter and the remaining cigarettes on the tombstone. Next to the wine bottle.

The smoke he exhaled covered the emotions in his eyes, which seemed like sadness and nostalgia.

After smoking a cigarette, Cang Mingzhu stood up, holding his backpack in his hand, and stood silently for a while staring at the tombstone, not knowing who he was talking to.

"gone."

It took half a year for Cang Mingzhu to travel with Teng Xiyan's ashes to all the scenery he knew.

But many places have not yet been completely restored to their original state, making them look a little lonely and sad.

The golden dusk spread on the ground covered with maple leaves, as if covered with a layer of golden light. Cang Mingzhu faced the direction of the setting sun, and before setting, climbed to this unknown high mountain.

Cang Mingzhu took out the urn from his backpack, lowered his head and held it in his arms for a long time. The cold, square box contained his words.

He thought that time could dilute all memories, but when he closed his eyes, he could never forget the scene of him holding Yan Yan's cold body. The grief at that time could never be forgotten.

"Yanyan, can I come with you?"

Cang Mingzhu curled up his legs, put the urn on his lap, and put his face close to the urn. He looked softly at the setting sun.

The wind rustled the leaves, and no one answered, but Cang Mingzhu didn't care. He maintained this action until the moon rose.

He lay on the ground with the urn beside him.

Suddenly, he remembered a time when he was on a mission. Yanyan was at the base. They were separated by an unknown distance, but they happened to look at the same moon.

"The moon is beautiful, Ayan, I miss you."

Looking at the moon, it seemed that all regrets were gone. He took out the medicine that he had prepared for a year, put it in his mouth, took out two more candies from his arms, put one on the urn, and ate one by himself. .

The wind at night was always cold. Cang Mingzhu curled up sideways and held the urn in his arms like a treasure. His eyelids gradually drooped, and flashes of memories appeared in his mind.

He smiled happily.

"Ayan, I'm here to find you. Let's go home together."