In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Rather than change their environment and suffer the rejection of more people, they would rather stay in their familiar environment and wait silently for death to come.

It was nothing more than death, nothing compared to the pain they had experienced for so long.

They had dragged their old and heavy bodies for too long, and it was time to take a rest.

Song Jinhe looked at the elderly people standing in front of the safety zone to see them off, but did not step forward to persuade them.

She has done all she can do. These people have lost the idea of ​​living. No matter how much she tries to persuade them, she will not change their decisions.

Instead of wasting time admonishing them, just leave and respect their choice.

More and more people crowded into the train. Song Jinhe handed out the masks in his hands to the survivors in the Xiling Safety Zone, asking them to give one to everyone who got on the train.

This can barely cut off the transmission routes of many viruses, and she does not want the people she brings to be infected.

Standing at the door of the Kyoto safety zone and looking forward, Song Jinhe only saw a thick fog that could not be dissipated. He did not know when the fog would dissipate, and mankind would face a disaster that would destroy the world.

Before long, the seats in the train were full, but only 1/4 of the survivors in the Kyoto safety zone who wanted to leave could be accommodated.

This means that Song Jinhe and others will have to come three more times.

One round trip takes nearly 24 hours, and it will probably take another three days to pick up all these people.

Song Jinhe looked at the thick fog in the distance, could they really make it in time?

Tao Shuangxue might have noticed Song Jinhe's confusion, so she gently held her hand.

“We are now robbing people from the hands of the God of Death, as long as we are fast enough.

If we find anything abnormal, we will stop immediately and never let ourselves get into trouble. "

Song Jinhe held it back and the two stood side by side.

"Song Jinhe?"

A somewhat familiar husky female voice rang out. Song Jinhe was a little surprised to follow the voice and saw an old woman who didn't know how old she was.

There were healed scars on her skin, and there was a bloody hole on her head that had not yet healed.

Song Jinhe always felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't recognize her at all.

The woman rubbed her hands in embarrassment: "I am Wen Qiao. Have I changed too much?"

Song Jinhe turned around in surprise and looked at Wen Qiao in front of him carefully.

She has indeed changed a lot. She was once well protected by Jiang Xu, and her face was delicate and beautiful, like a doll. Even in the gloomy end of the world, she was still exceptionally bright and dazzling.

What exactly has she gone through to become what she is today?

Song Jinhe was a little unbelievable, but he didn't reveal his thoughts too much.

"Why are you the only one, where is Jiang Xu?"

She looked behind Wen Qiao, but there was nothing there, except for a few strands of dry hair blown by the cold wind that passed quickly.

"he died."

Wen Qiao's expression did not change, and she still had the faint smile she had when they first met, but Song Jinhe saw endless longing and numbness in her silent eyes.

"After the heavy fog came, someone in the safety zone organized an organization to seize the food of ordinary survivors. Jiang Xu, a big fool, was hacked to death by a group of people in order to protect me."

Wen Qiao sighed and met Song Jinhe's gaze.

"I recognized you at first sight. You haven't changed at all. You are still so outstanding and beautiful."

She subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but stopped abruptly after realizing the dirt on her body.

Song Jinhe frowned slightly, stretched out his arms and gently pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, and then gently patted her thin back.

"Condolences."

With just these two words, the pain that Wen Qiao had been holding back for a long time was immediately released. Tears flowed down her dirty face, and she cried hoarsely.

After Jiang Xu died, no one was willing to hug her. Song Jinhe was the first person willing to comfort her.

Afraid that his tears would stain Song Jinhe's clothes, Wen Qiao gently pushed her away and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, leaving black marks.

"Leave with me. Xiling Safe Zone is much better than Kyoto. I can take care of you after you go."

Song Jinhe stretched out his hand towards Wen Qiao, who stood quietly, shaking his head softly and smiling.

"I won't go, Jiang Xu is here, and I want to accompany him.

I have lived with him for so long and I can't live without him. Even if I die, I want to hold hands with him and leave together. "

Wen Qiao's voice was not loud, but her persistence could be heard.

Song Jinhe understood that if he thought about it from his perspective, if Cheng Qianhuai died to protect her, she probably wouldn't feel any better than Wen Qiao.

The end of the world is like this. Someone may be injured or die in the next moment. The accident comes too quickly. After the death of their loved one, they will only be left with endless pain and longing.

"I just came here to say goodbye to you. You are the last person I care about in this world."

Wen Qiao smiled at Song Jinhe: "Jiang Xu has been waiting for me below for a long time. It's time for me to go find him. I will hold a grand wedding with him in my next life and give him a lovely daughter."

Song Jinhe nodded heavily: "I will definitely do it, and you will definitely be happy."

Wen Qiao smiled softly: "Goodbye."

After saying that, she turned around and left, going against the flow of people and walking into the Kyoto safe zone.

Song Jinhe's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a pair of invisible hands, and a little sourness could not help but flow out of his heart.

In the ruthless apocalypse, life, death, separation and pain are the norm. If she hadn't been lucky enough to bind the space, she might not be living a satisfactory life now.

Tao Shuangxue had just run away with a wink in order to let Song Jinhe and Wen Qiao wait for a long time. Now seeing that everyone had taken their seats, Tao Shuangxue hurriedly stepped forward to urge Song Jinhe to get in the car.

They must save time and save the most people as quickly as possible. They really cannot delay for too long.

The two of them walked onto the train together and sat down in their seats.

The car started slowly, leaving behind all the survivors waiting in front of the Kyoto Safety Zone, gradually turning into a small black dot.

"Won't your friend leave with us?"

Tao Shuangxue asked cautiously.

Song Jinhe shook his head gently when he heard this: "She is going to find her lover."

She understood what Wen Qiao's final outcome would be, but she was unwilling to forcefully tie her to the Xiling Safe Zone.

Wen Qiao and Jiang Xu were childhood sweethearts and had known each other since childhood. Jiang Xu's death was an indelible blow to Wen Qiao.

Rather than letting Wen Qiao wake up from nightmares day and night, and spend every day in longing and pain, it would be better for her to quietly accompany Jiang Xu's body, and the two of them be buried together by the earth.

Maybe that is also a kind of happiness. If a person lives this life and his spiritual support is dead, what reason is there for continuing to exist in this world?

Sometimes living may not be better than death. Living is faced with endless pain, and death may not be relief. It just depends on the person's thoughts.