Ango

Is it possible to equate death and atonement?In the darkness, Song Lin stared blankly at the outline of the water cup in front of him, unable to speak a word.

With a bang, the whole house suddenly lit up.

The silvery white light dispersed the night, and everyone closed their eyes.

Have lights?

Song Lin remembered seeing the white light shining on the roof of this house in the distance.

After adapting to the light, Song Lin and Zheng Xuan slowly opened their eyes, both of them seemed a little cramped.

Fluorescent lamp!Really long time no see...

"He asked us to find you."

Zheng Xuan broke the silence.

"Look for me..." Old Wei frowned, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Are you alone here?" Seeing that he started to lose his mind again, Song Lin asked an irrelevant question.

"Yes, I'm the only one." Without the madness before, this person is just a low-key old man. "There will be someone a long time ago, but then there will be none."

"East City is not too far from here, you can go there."

"No, no, no," Old Wei showed a painful expression, "Dongcheng is not a good place."

There is a lot of falsehood.

What's more, people like them have long been incapable of appearing in the eyes of everyone.Li Rongxuan is dead!Good to die...

"Let's talk about these issues tomorrow!" He stood up suddenly, as if he was a different person. "Today, get a good night's sleep."

They still have a lot of questions, so they have to give up.

There are four rooms on the second floor. Old Wei turned on the light and led them into one of them.

"Only this one room."

The room was unexpectedly clean, with a double bed, off-white floral quilt, yellowish paint on the walls, wooden floor, and even tatami mats in front of the bay window.

It can be seen that it has been carefully cleaned.

Song Lin has lived for 20 years, and never thought that one day he could live in such a good room. He stood at the door, holding the military backpack tightly with both hands, and didn't dare to go inside. dirty.

"Song Lin?"

Zheng Xuan turned around with some doubts.

Tsk, this person lived there before, so he walked in naturally.Song Lin twitched his lips and shook his head.

"Use whatever you want, I live next door to yours."

The man who brought them such a comfortable room bid them farewell, and Song Rin stopped him,

"Well, what should we call you?"

"Ah, old Wei, old Wei will be fine!"

Old Wei seemed very happy to introduce his name.

"Thank you, Old Wei!"

Song Lin bowed solemnly.

"Hahahahaha," he laughed even more happily, and said "no, no, no," and closed the door.

Some rickety backs, no matter how they smile, always give people a heavy feeling.

Such a room is too luxurious.

Every place has been carefully cleaned, and he seems to be able to see that during those long and lonely years, the scene of the old man bending over and wiping the floor alone in this room, is it too lonely or something?

He doesn't know.

Zheng Xuan put his coat on the back of a chair and watched Song Lin open the wardrobe door against the wall.

There are all kinds of clothes inside, spring, summer, autumn and winter, which are neatly folded inside.Zheng Xuan looked at it for a while, then went to the toilet, and found that there was a washing machine inside, plugged in and still working!

This is no longer a surprise, it is simply incredible!There are still such well-equipped houses in this world. For the first time, he feels that this world is not so hopeless.

There are showers, hot water, a change of clothes, a washing machine...

"Did humans live a life like this a few decades ago?"

Song Lin stood beside Zheng Xuan, and they were afraid to sit down.

"A life that we never thought about."

Zheng Xuan didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.It was a long time before he began to speak,

"When I was four or five years old, my city hadn't been destroyed by war..."

Losing it after getting it is even more worrying.

Song Lin stood in the bathroom, letting the warm water hit the top of his hair, gradually flow down his cheeks, and finally fall to the ground.

Listening to the sound of the washing machine stirring the clothes, Song Lin leaned against the wall, took out his mother's letter, and just read it without opening it.

Zheng Xuan walked out of the bathroom, stood by the bed and quickly put on his shirt. Song Lin just looked up at him. His muscles were very strong. There was a long scar on his lower abdomen, which was hideous and terrifying. .

The nerves memorized the feeling of pain, and when Song Lin's cool hand touched the scar, Zheng Xuan's body tensed instantly, and instinctively, he immediately grabbed his wrist.

"..."

Facing those black eyes, Zheng Xuan's heart skipped a beat.Why do you feel a little wronged?Illusion...

"Feel sorry,"

He let go of his hand, a little embarrassed, saw the letter, "What is this?"

Zheng Xuan's hands were strong, Song Lin's wrist was red all over, he rubbed his wrist, tilted his head and smiled at Zheng Xuan, his lips were red and his teeth were white, very bright,

There was a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Come and see for yourself."

He flicked his wrist.

"what?"

Zheng Xuan was stunned for a moment, before he could understand, Song Lin grabbed his collar and pulled him down suddenly.

"A letter from many years ago..."

With a fair and slender neck, fluffy black hair, and the itching around her ears, Zheng Xuan's eyes sank.

A night of everything.

He couldn't help biting the other's lips, as if he wanted to swallow him up. His hands were rough, and when they touched the skin, they shuddered.In Song Lin's impression, these things were only painful, but tonight, for the first time, he felt sinking, and it happened naturally.

Intense and crazy, extremely lingering, panting permeated the room for a long time.

The depression is too deep, the pain is too long, everything in this room is too unreal, so I want to confirm it desperately.

They got up late the next day.

But Zheng Xuan woke up first, and saw the person he was holding at first glance.

After staying for a few minutes, I remembered what happened last night, and after another half day, I remembered where this place is.

Tsk, full of hair...

With complicated emotions, Zheng Xuan kissed Song Lin's forehead lightly, and glanced at his watch, the pointer had already passed eight.He carefully moved off the bed, his legs were weak from hunger.

The weather has been very good recently, the sun is shining, and the warmth is like another world.

Lao Wei was sitting in the living room, still full of sundries and waste paper, but the table had been tidied up, and there were three compressed biscuits and two glasses of milk, which were very rich, and it could be seen that they were specially prepared for them.The curtains were drawn, and everything in this house was so peaceful and beautiful.

"Sit, sit, sit," Old Wei immediately laughed when he saw Zheng Xuan, "Eat breakfast!"

Zheng Xuan was a little embarrassed, the old man's expression was impeccable, but today's old Wei was a little different from last night.

Much clearer.

"It's troublesome."

He carefully found a foothold, walked over and sat down.

When Song Lin opened his eyes, he felt hungry. He had been lying on the bed for a long time, and his memory slowly came back.

He narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look at the bay window, the curtains were still drawn, judging by the light coming in through the gap, it must be getting late.There was no one around, Song Lin struggled to sit up, some discomfort deep in his body made him blush.The clothes have been picked up and neatly stacked on the bedside table.

He kept his clothes from last night, shivered, quickly put on his clothes, paused again when he was about to get out of bed, turned around, took out his mother's letter from under the pillow, and kicked it in his pocket.

"Hold……"

Song Lin stood up and almost knelt on the ground, his eyes darkened, and it took him a long time to recover.

Be hungry, Song Lin's head was full of black lines, and he stood firm while leaning on the wall, his physical discomfort became more obvious.I haven't eaten all day, but I still have so much energy...

When I walked to the stairs, I met someone who had just finished breakfast and was full of energy.

Zheng Xuan thought that Song Lin should wake up, and was about to go upstairs to have a look, but saw this person slowly going downstairs.

"are you OK?"

Song Lin glanced at him lightly, did not speak, the corners of his eyes seemed to be still red, Zheng Xuan's stomach tightened, and he took a few quick steps to hold his hand.

"Go to breakfast."

Whether it was the strange walking posture or the suspicious redness on the neck, Lao Wei didn't seem to notice it, he was still smiling, stooping to go in and out of the house, not knowing what he was doing.

After Song Lin drank the milk, he randomly picked up a bunch of waste paper from his feet, opened it and looked at it.

"what is this?"

Zheng Xuan also moved closer to him, but he couldn't understand a single word on the paper.

"Is this... a chemical equation?"

Song Lin was not sure, he only saw some such formulas from his parents' documents when he was a child, but he couldn't understand the specifics.

"The specific process of producing antibodies."

Old Wei did not know when he came back and sat across from the two of them.

The two were stunned.

"Lao Li gave you the antibody?"

Old Wei's eyes were very probing. Although his hair was still disheveled, he was obviously much more awake today than last night.

"Yes," Song Lin said, "he is my uncle."

Old Wei raised his head abruptly, and began to size him up carefully.

"All our belongings are left in Dongcheng," Song Lin let him see, and continued on his own. "With just the two of us, there is no way to bring the antibodies to the new province."

"I will help you. I have been waiting for you for so many years." Old Wei looked away as if he had confirmed his identity.

"Antibodies must be brought to New Province."

He said another sentence, as if speaking to himself.

Zheng Xuan didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, this matter has always been Song Lin's insistence.

"I thought you would never come again," Old Wei laughed at himself, got up and walked to the tea table on the balcony, and took out a stack of papers from the drawer, "I have one more request,"

"Please take this there too."

"what is this?"

Song Lin also walked over.

"I've been researching the data on mass production of antibodies over the years. In fact, Dongcheng should also be doing it."

"I actually lived there before," he said a lot slower, "with Li Rongxuan and Yu Fangxu and a few researchers who saved their lives."

"Yu Fangxu is also from the research institute?"

"In those events back then, he was a key person." Old Wei sneered, looking a little tired again, "Oh, the letter your mother left you should have written some events of the year, you can read it yourself."

Song Lin looked down at the gray-yellow envelope in his hand, and all three of them focused their eyes on it.

Song Lin opened the envelope tremblingly. It was thick to the touch. He took out the letter paper inside, and two cards fell on the ground.He picked it up, turned it to the front, and saw his mother's beautiful handwriting.

"Dear Song Lin:

I will Always Love You! "