Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

Zhang Lin was speechless at what he said.

"You were not like this before. I know that Juanzi's death has hit you hard, but you can't continue to be depressed and extreme." Fang Jingyu said in a soft tone, "Since the army came to our high school to recruit soldiers that year, in a blink of an eye, you can't wait for me." It has been more than ten years, and our group of recruits is now scattered, and there are only two of us left, I really don't want to have any disagreements with you."

"I don't want to either." Zhang Lin lowered his head and said, "Next time I will avoid this situation."

Fang Jingyu sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Go back to work."

Zhang Lin left, Fang Jingyu thought about it, and decided to talk to Celeste.

It's meal time, and Thelister is eating lunch in the cafeteria.

Compared with the wasteland, the lunch in the underground shelter can already be described as sumptuous.

The people in the shelter are very good at how to feed themselves. They can use lights to grow bean sprouts, use collected roots and rotten wood to grow mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms and oyster mushrooms, dig out special areas to raise chickens and pigs, and Plant some grains and vegetables on the ground that is not very polluted. Each vegetable field is only a few square meters in size, scattered around the ruins, at the foot of the mountain, in the sewers, wherever possible.

They have become accustomed to the True God Kingdom monitoring their every move on the ground through military satellites, so when they go out, they always try their best to make themselves the same color as the soil to camouflage, but even if the True God Kingdom finds them, they will not do it for the two Three people or more than a dozen corns will launch a missile specially, so they use this method of spreading as much as possible, planting a pinch in the east and a pinch in the west to maintain the food necessary for basic survival.

Sometimes the Kingdom of God will send planes over to carry out an airborne operation, killing a few people sent out in the shelter, and destroying all the crops and fields they see, but after all, they can't stay in this barren place for a long time, they As soon as the front feet left, the people in the refuge came out with their back feet to reclaim and sow seeds.

Celeste felt that this was really a tenacious race.

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Fang Jingyu, as the supreme commander of this base, has always eaten with other people. He brought a stainless steel dinner plate and sat next to Celeste: "Are you still used to eating?"

Celeste was clumsily picking up the bean sprouts on the plate with chopsticks: "If I say I'm not used to it, will you add extra food for me?"

Fang Jingyu gave him half of the fried egg on his plate: "The conditions are tough, let's make do with it."

"I have experienced more difficult days than this." Celeste ate the half fried egg unceremoniously, "Thank you."

"I hope you don't take Zhang Lin's matter to heart." In the past few days, Fang Jingyu had time to chat with him about that unpleasant encounter for the first time. It’s just that some of the refugees we rescued in the past were infiltrated with spies from the Kingdom of God, causing our entire refuge to be destroyed. His new wife also died in that accident. Since then, his thoughts It becomes more extreme.”

"Fortunately, you are here, otherwise I would have died in vain." Celeste looked at the face that was very similar to Fu Yunlan. Now he has no Mars, no medical robot, no He Xiao and the whole With the protection of the Blue Shield base, the man in front of him is the only one who can protect him.

Just like Fu Yunlan before.

"You'll protect me, won't you?" Thelister asked.

"...Of course." Fang Jingyu lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, bowed his head and continued to eat.

Celeste, who has been tidied up, can no longer see the previous distress. An aunt who used to work in a hairdressing salon helped him trim that terrible hairstyle. He cut it into a short cut according to the length of the shortest part, and it fits white. The shirt and the slim military uniform trousers perfectly set off his slender figure. In addition, Celeste was already well-groomed. Compared with the people around him, this mixed-race boy looked like a beggar who had fallen into trouble. As eye-catching as the nobility.

"I haven't had a good understanding of you these days." Fang Jingyu asked while eating, "Are you a Chinese-Russian mixed race? Where did you learn maintenance skills?"

"Chinese and American mixed race, my father is Chinese." Thelister said, "You may not believe it, but one day I suddenly have this knowledge in my mind, and the ability to know where the machine failure is by touching it. .”

From the point of view of speech and ability, Celeste really doesn't seem like a person with brain problems, but as soon as his origin and ability are mentioned, Celeste will go crazy in a serious manner, and Fang Jingyu doesn't want to argue with him. Just follow him and say: "Since you have so much knowledge in your head, can you use your knowledge to make some weapons for us?"

"Yes, the premise is that you have high-purity steel, aluminum and smelting equipment, high-precision CNC machine tools, radioactive material processing equipment and other necessary facilities." Celeste said, "If there is nothing, I will It is suggested that you might as well put a few beast clips at the entrance to be more realistic."

This is also the reason why he did not use the high-tech knowledge in his mind to manufacture various high-tech weapons and equipment when he was in Hummingbird Town. Without a complete set of industrial systems as support, he was like traveling back to China with the stealth bomber manufacturing technology. Stone Age people couldn't even make the plastic coverings for the cables that go on the control panels of weapon launchers.

Fang Jingyu was speechless. If there is only a wall between a genius and a lunatic, then Celeste must be the one who broke through that wall.

"Do you have a brother?" Celeste asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Fang Jingyu didn't react for a while.

"I know someone who looks very much like you." Thelister looked into his face without blinking.

Fang Jingyu stopped eating for a moment, then he shook his head: "I don't know."

"Why don't you know?" Celeste bit his chopsticks and continued to look at him curiously.

"I was adopted by my parents from an orphanage. I don't know who my biological parents are, and I don't know if I have a younger brother—don't bite the chopsticks." He subconsciously reached out to correct Celeste's habits, and felt that as a newcomer The acquaintance himself was a little too nosy, so he pretended that nothing happened and continued to eat with his head down.

Celeste became even more curious.

According to the information he inquired from the aunts, Fang Jingyu is 34 years old this year, 8 years older than Fu Yunlan, and was still in school when the zombie virus broke out. After several years of war, he has become a cautious and responsible leader, and he is deeply loved by the residents of the shelter.

In addition, he is male and likes males. He has not found a regular boyfriend so far, so he is often nagged by his mother.

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Fang Jingyu is being nagged by her mother right now.

When he went to the military factory to count the firearms, the person in charge of the military factory—his adoptive mother, Cai Qin, was talking to him in a babbling manner while packing the bullets.

"You say you don't like women, and your mother won't force you, but you are so old, even if you are looking for a boyfriend seriously, you should have a companion, but you, you are not busy with this all day long. Just busy with that, I never know to take my personal problems to heart, and I want my mother to worry about you."

"Okay, mom, the life and death of so many people are on my head, so I don't have time to think about other things." Fang Jingyu said helplessly and tiredly.

"Here it comes again, every time I tell you about this issue, you use this excuse to prevaricate, which emperor in ancient times was not more responsible than you, isn't it the same as the Sangong Sixth Court, which prime minister and chairman in the past had no more affairs than you, Who is single like you? I see that you are getting very close to Zhang Lin now. Let me tell you, that old classmate of yours has a fierce look on his face, which makes people feel uncomfortable when he looks at him, and he has a wife. Even if the wife is dead, she still had a wife, and you are not the same as you."

Fang Jingyu sighed: "Mom, we are just old comrades in arms."

"It's fine if you don't. If you want me to see, Sebao is not bad. He looks like a juicy man, with a good personality and a quiet personality. Although his mind is a bit unclear, he usually looks quite normal. I also heard that he I've been asking about you everywhere, and I'm probably interested in you. Look how good he is at repairing things. Before he went crazy, he must be a little genius. This poor kid must have been stimulated by something. Take good care of him, maybe His madness will heal."

Regarding this adoptive mother who raised him since he was a child, Fang Jingyu couldn't express his temper at all, so he had to change the subject in embarrassment: "Mom, how many bullets are there?"

"22 boxes of rifle bullets, [-] boxes of pistol bullets. Most of the metal and primer you recovered are unusable. We have tried our best to make them. The machine tools are almost broken. Fortunately, Sebel came to repair them today. , can last for a few more days.” Cai Qin asked worriedly, “Xiao Yu, why do you need so many bullets all of a sudden, is something wrong?”

Fang Jingyu wiped his gun, and said worriedly: "I have received news that the Real God Kingdom has been going crazy recently, and it simply wants to dig out and wipe out all the shelters at any cost. In the past, their main attack target has always been in the west. But in the past few days, we have lost contact with Shibajia and Zheng’s shelters. The last time we planned to check the situation, it was the time we picked up Celeste. car troop."

"All the chariots have come here, does that mean...the shelters to the west of us are all..."

"Probably so."

Cai Qin's movements slowed down: "I always thought that this hard life would eventually come to an end...I didn't expect it to be so soon..."

"Okay, mom, be optimistic, maybe things will turn around?" Fang Jingyu patted the back of Cai Qin's hand, which could only give her a little comfort.

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Celeste was already lying on the floor made of straw mats and was about to fall asleep, but his excellent hearing made him hear a burst of electric current unique to electronic products. Go in the direction of the sound.

Under the dim light, Fang Jingyu was playing with an old Walkman with his back facing him. The familiar back made him feel that familiar and inexplicable sadness again.

Celeste drove this unreasonable emotion out of his mind. He sat beside Fang Jingyu and looked at the Walkman that was switched to radio mode: "Do you want to listen to any program?"

"Theoretically, there will be no signal underground, and no one will broadcast radio programs these days." Fang Jingyu said, "But sometimes, I will receive a very clear signal, no matter which band I tune to, I can You can hear it clearly, do you know what's going on?"

"It's the Devourer, the god of the True God religion, it can affect the signals of everything, and it tricks people in this way." Celeste said.

Fang Jingyu smiled self-deprecatingly: "Sometimes I really suspect that all the crazy things you say are actually true."

Celeste didn't argue, just asked, "What did it say to you?"

"God is omnipotent, all resistance is futile, this kind of thing." Fang Jingyu turned off the radio that only had the sound of electricity no matter how much it was turned, and sighed softly, "I dare not let other people listen to it." To this point, otherwise they will definitely lose confidence in survival."

"Since you already know how terrible it is, why don't you listen to it and give up resistance and join the True God Cult?" Celeste asked purely out of curiosity.

"Because I can see that the purpose of this 'god' is to make everyone die. If I lead people to join the True God religion, the result is to help him kill those innocent people, and then kill each other to death. If we fight against He was killed by his followers in the end, and there is no other ending." Fang Jingyu sighed, "It seems that our end is not far away, even I don't understand why, knowing this doomed After the ending, I can still hold on for so many years."

"Because survival is the instinct of living beings." Celeste answered flatly.

Fang Jingyu chuckled lightly: "Yes...you are right."

"Can you give me the Walkman?" Celeste asked.

Fang Jingyu was a little puzzled: "What do you want this for? It can't receive anything except noise."

"I have done so many things, can't I ask for nothing in return?"

"...Take it." Fang Jingyu didn't know why, but he couldn't refuse Celeste's request. He handed the walkman to Celeste and said, "Just one thing, don't let others have a chance to hear' God's word."

"Why?" Celeste asked looking at him.

"Because survival is the instinct of living beings." Fang Jingyu said, "If they don't feel hopeless, they will be able to survive longer."