16 years

Liu Ruosong watched He Tang play tricks with a smile.

The hope that was close at hand revived his long-suppressed heart, and the fresh breath buried under the pain and worry flowed into Liu Ruosong's limbs and bones again through the gaps.

He looked sideways at Fu Yan, and couldn't help but think about what kind of life he and Fu Yan would start again after the reconstruction after the disaster.

The population has dropped sharply, cities have fallen, and many modern technological means cannot be restored overnight.Abandoned buildings and urban buildings will probably take a lot of effort to restore their original clean appearance.There are also lands contaminated by zombie viruses, and reagents must be slowly researched to clean up large areas.

...Everything is a matter, and it seems that each is more troublesome than the other, but the more Liu Ruosong thinks about it, the more he feels relaxed. After all, compared with swords, swords, and life and death, these trivialities are very trivial.

Fu Yan stopped at the gate for a while, and then started again after handing over to the guard on duty. Liu Ruosong turned his head and looked behind him with a thought.

The huge military complex was dormant in the darkness, and the bright headlights were gradually fading away. For some reason, Liu Ruosong suddenly felt refreshed to escape from the shackles.

Leaving the core area of ​​the military region, there is a cleared centralized resettlement area outside. It was originally an old-fashioned family home in the military region. After the end of the world, it has been cleared out to resettle some rescued people. The people on the train are among them.

The morning light was twilight, and someone outside had already woken up.In the last days, resources are broken up and redistributed, and the status and money of the past are now reset to zero. If you want to live better, you can only move forward from the starting line step by step.

As far as Liu Ruosong knew, the military region was sometimes short of manpower, and some young and middle-aged men would be organized to search for supplies in the cleared areas, and those who dared not go out were also left to reclaim uncontaminated private plots.

In the late last days of the last two lifetimes, many vegetable and food resources also came from them.

Liu Ruosong pressed the window of the car, looked out with his head upright, and saw young men and women coming out of the low-slung houses one after another in the night, standing in a pile in the open space in front of each row of buildings.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yan asked.

"I suddenly felt that farming is quite fun." Liu Ruosong propped his chin and said with a smile: "Don't tell me, my little tomatoes are very successful every time... I think I have this talent, and maybe I can do it in the future." develop in this direction."

"You have been smart since you were a child." Fu Yan said.

Liu Ruosong: "..."

Liu Ruosong originally wanted to tactfully guide Fu Yanchang to think about the future, but who knew that Colonel Fu could kill people's romantic vision in the cradle as soon as he opened his mouth.

This kid has been smart since he was a child, Liu Ruosong thought to himself, his tone was exactly the same as that of his second uncle who lived next door to the compound.

There was a chuckle from the back seat, Liu Ruosong turned his head and looked back, only to see He Tang shrugging his shoulders, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he turned over in a distorted posture and leaned on He Feng, mouth Forcibly choked out a few sleepy words such as "Ah, brother, the sauced beef you made is delicious".

The poor acting skills are unbearable to look at.

Of course, Liu Ruosong couldn't let others laugh at Fu Yan. He reached out and fiddled with the main console, raising the baffle between the front and rear seats.

Fu Yan almost had a reflex arc, and he didn't understand what happened. He was stunned when he saw him suddenly go up the partition, thinking that he had something serious to tell him.

Liu Ruosong gave up the devious policy, and said bluntly: "I was just thinking, wait until you retire, or we will go to the countryside to farm."

Only then did Fu Yan realize something belatedly, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Liu Ruosong is often willing to look forward to the future like this, adding some interesting expectations to his life if he has nothing to do, but Fu Yan's attitude towards this is mostly "yes", "ok", "whatever you say counts".

Liu Ruosong didn't think he was perfunctory, and said happily: "I guess when you retire, the post-disaster reconstruction will be over long ago, and then we will pat our buttocks and go, find a random place to circle a yard, and plant some grape vines." Little Tomato, it would be nice to have a dog or something."

"Of course." Liu Ruosong added, "You are in charge of walking the dog."

Although it seems to be very divided, Liu Ruosong is actually a person who is not willing to exercise. In his eyes, going up mountains and rivers to take pictures and look at the scenery is not exercise, but a necessary challenge to complete hobbies. No matter how much exercise he does, he doesn’t care .

But for activities such as running and ironing, Liu Ruosong is generally indifferent.Fu Yan would sometimes go out for morning jogs on his days off, and Liu Ruosong would rather get up early to edit pictures and watch movies with him than go for a run with him.

To put it simply, Liu Ruosong doesn't care much about purposeful exercise, but if the "purpose" is just to keep fit, he can't wait to collapse into an omelette on the sofa.

For a long time, Fu Yan couldn't understand his subtle brain circuits and the difference between the two, but these are trivial matters, counted in the category of "family problems", according to the "family regulations", Liu Ruosong has the final say.

So Fu Yan nodded and accepted the appointment of the "family chief".

"Okay." Fu Yan said, "It's all up to you."

"You listen to me for everything." Liu Ruosong was in a good mood today, and relying on the partition to block the people behind him, he silently reached out and pressed Fu Yankong's right hand, and rubbed it with his thumb: "Occasionally Tell me what you like too."

However, Colonel Fu's skin is thick and thick, and he is easy to feed. In the old society, he is a chosen person who can live on a bowl of stick noodle porridge. He has no taboos in his daily life. He doesn't even have such a small problem as picky eaters, and he has no resistance to housework such as washing dishes and cleaning the floor. It is really a must-have product for home travel, and there is nothing to bargain with Liu Ruosong.

So he thought hard for a while, and hesitated: "Otherwise... let's walk the dog together?"

"Forget it." The head of the family, Liu Ruosong, changed the order day and night, turning his face like a book, and instantly took back the power of command, and began to act arbitrarily: "I refuse to get up early for a run."

As soon as he finished speaking, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Fu Yan, who happened to be looking at him too, their gazes collided in mid-air, and they laughed at the same time.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu Ruosong himself couldn't stop laughing, but the state officials were only allowed to set fires, and the common people were not allowed to light lamps, so he intentionally put on a straight face to tease him: "Fu Yan."

"Here!" Fu Yan said.

"Don't laugh at the chief." Liu Ruosong said.

Fu Yan sternly agreed with a yes, and really stopped laughing, but the corners of his eyes were still slightly curved, and he looked in a good mood.

"Okay." Liu Ruosong said with a smile, "If you're walking your dog by bike, then it's fine."

"Okay." Fu Yan said, "Listen to you."

Fu Yan's car drove out of the residential area completely, facing the gray and white skyline as if in the distance.

After turning over twice, He Tang really fell asleep leaning on He Feng's body. He Feng tilted his head against the car window, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

In the gray fog in the early morning, Shao Qiu in the back seat quietly opened his eyes from his doze, his eyes were clear, and he didn't feel at a loss after waking up.

The modified military vehicle has excellent sound insulation, and the interior of the vehicle is quiet, except for the faint breathing of comrades in arms. Shao Qiu took a deep breath indiscriminately, restraining his frantic heartbeat.

Shao Qiu didn't say anything to anyone, not even the doctors in the medical department of the military region found out that this overly taciturn young officer had become an empty shell haunted by nightmares every night.

He could see Fang Sining's face almost when he closed his eyes, sometimes it was the trivial things they had together when they were young, and sometimes it was the situation in the basement of the abandoned pharmaceutical factory.

The Fang Sining in his dream was gentle most of the time, and the scenes of breaking up rarely appeared, more often he was in the dark confinement room, and he was deprived of most of the senses by the potion and remembered the sporadic feelings.

Fang Sining would take off his coat to him, stuff the inner ring of his handcuffs with cotton wool smuggled back from the laboratory, then hold his upper body and lean against her arms, talking in his ear continuously.

Being in prison, he himself was also very panicked, so every time this happened, it was accompanied by a tingling pain in his hand - Fang Sining would hold his hand tightly, as if he was holding the last piece of driftwood. His knuckles turned white, and he refused to let go.

The timeline in Shao Qiu's dream is chaotic, and his memory is not very clear. Events and time are often misplaced.But there is only one thing in common, that is, Fang Sining's face is always juvenile and youth overlapping, and at the last moment it turns into a blood-stained white light that is pulled into a film.

But occasionally, Shao Qiu would also dream of the day when he and Fang Sining parted ways.

In midsummer, the old cultural palace was empty, only the furious young man and the bewildered Fang Sining—for many years, whenever he thought of that scene, all Shao Qiu could remember was the anger that broke through his reason and the pain of being betrayed, but Until that time in a dream, he looked at the envelope that was treasured in his subconscious mind, and belatedly remembered that he originally wanted to say something to Fang Sining that day.

He put a precious thing in the envelope, the boy's hazy mind swayed from side to side, not very clear, he didn't even know what he was going to do, he just did it instinctively.

It's a pity that Fang Sining interrupted him at that time, so all the emotions in his heart burned into rage, and he lost all thoughts.

If he hadn't interrupted me then, what would I want to do, Shao Qiu thought suddenly.

It's a pity that this is a question that cannot be traced back, and even Shao Qiu himself will never be able to come up with the answer.

Shao Qiu took out his own gun and weighed it in the palm of his hand. The heavy weight fell on his wrist, and he needed a little strength to hold it steady.

Why wasn't I the one who died——Shao ​​Qiu stared at the black muzzle of the gun expressionlessly, with indifference in his heart.

Shao Qiu clearly knew that his state was not right, but he couldn't tell whether it was the aftereffect caused by hallucinogens, or Fang Sining's death itself could affect him so far.

I can't get rid of it, Shao Qiu thought, even if Fang Sining rots into a pile of dirt, he will live alive in Shao Qiu's nightmare forever.

Unless I avenge him, or I die in a nightmare, Shao Qiu thought.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~