The end has come

"Help...! Ah."

"Run! Quick!"

"Dad! Woooooo...you wake up...uh."

Everyone in this village lived on the mountain, and the road they had to walk had to go around half the village, so... the source of the sound could be heard very clearly.

An Ran closed her eyes, and the cries in her ears were enough to draw pictures in her mind. The door that closed the corpse villager just opened a gap, and the zombie guarding the door rushed up and bit her arm. A person covering the wound on his arm may anxiously want to close the door, or flee in a panic. Either way, the final result must be torn apart by the swarming zombies, leaving only mutilated corpses. And after a while, he would suddenly open his blue eyeballs and walk towards the scent of human flesh.

Anbei said: "What happened? How could they be attacked all of a sudden?"

An Jiu snorted; "The retribution came too fast."

An Shixi: "Is it a coincidence that they were attacked as soon as we left?"

An Shisan said into the walkie-talkie: "Can't it be understood that we are lucky?"

An Weifeng rested his arm on his pillow and looked at the receding green outside the window, "It's such a coincidence and luck, pay attention to the road, in case the road is flooded, we have to go back here."

"Second young master, don't want a crow's mouth!"

The shouting outside the window was still there, but none of the Anjia people planned to get out of the car to save them, and every car drove forward without even stopping.

The voice on the walkie-talkie is much more lively than before.

Everyone tried to make their tone very natural, to conceal the complexity of their hearts. Everyone of those people was innocent, no matter they were young or old, just like the father and son last night, as long as they had a hint to the survivors, they would not be innocent. …When they can attack the same kind, no matter what the ending is, they choose it themselves.

The sun rose gradually, and the village head was quickly left behind by them until there was no sound at all.

There are six cars in total. Before that, each car had a number. Anran's car was number three, so in the middle, compared to other people in the car, there was a little silence.

An Ran closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking about. An Chiyu looked ahead, as if his eyes were obscured by the mist, he was obviously not as focused as he seemed.

I didn't see a single zombie on the road, and everyone couldn't help but think of the densely packed zombies on the "little cliff" in the back mountain. If they didn't keep the zombies in captivity, the neighborhood would not be so peaceful.

"Brother, let me go into the space and take a look."

An Chiyu glanced over, "En."

An Ran entered the space, got into the kitchen to find a small basket, and went to the orchard to pick some of An Chi Yu and his favorite fruits. The reason why he said it was by hand is because An Ran is the master of this space, and his mental power can control everything. , but today he wants to do it himself.

The finished fruit baskets are placed on the stone table in the yard, and there is a square bamboo basket at the corner of the fence, which is specially used for picking eggs. These chickens, ducks and geese have their own nests for laying eggs, so picking them up is not tiring. .

Standing in the chicken coop, An Ran looked at the group of little yellow chickens under his feet, moving his feet with difficulty, not thinking that these little chickens seemed to like him very much, each of them wanted to stand on his shoes, their bright yellow beaks chattered. An Ran's shoe upper, An Ran lifted his foot expressionlessly, and the little yellow chicken slipped to the ground. I have never heard of anyone who can walk with both feet off the ground.

In short, when An Ran got out of the chicken coop, his shoes and trousers were no longer available.

Standing outside the railing, An Ran walked around the fence. Obviously, the number of these winged ones has increased, and the space will be full of chicken feathers in less than a month of development like this.

An Ran plucked a chicken feather from the egg basket. It seemed that he should find a way to get the chicken out.

An Ran put the eggs away, took a bite of a oily red tomato and went to the pasture again. It’s good that there are more chickens, it doesn’t take up too much space, but if there are more cattle and sheep, it will be miserable.

Lying on the outside of the railing, less than two meters away from him, a big black-and-white cow faced him face to face, and kept chewing the grass he had just bitten off.

The two dark and bright eyes are full of An Ran's figure.

There is also a black and white calf sucking milk non-stop, occasionally arching twice.

Very good, when I first bought it, I didn’t buy a big one and get a small one for free, the living things in the space grow up… I’m really happy…

An Ran is distressed, these animals...grow too fast, unless they eat meat all the time, the space will definitely be occupied by them quickly, how can we limit their growth rate?

An Ran ran into the bamboo building, took off her shoes and trousers and ran to search on the bookshelves, only some bamboo slips, the characters of which he did not know, An Ran felt that this matter should be discussed with her elder brother.

Went into the bathroom to take a battle shower, came out and washed the fruit in the fruit basket, of course, put the green grapes on the top, An Ran took the washed fruit plate, and moved out of the space directly.

An Chiyu was driving the car with both hands, it was inconvenient to eat, An Ran was secretly happy, and it was time to take advantage again, "Brother eats fruit."

An Chiyu glanced at him, and naturally saw the green grapes on the top of the fruit plate. Everyone knows that An Chiyu likes green grapes, but few people know the reason. Yes, there is a reason for refining the fruit, not because of The taste is good, and it is not for the sake of health.

When An Chiyu saw An Ran for the first time, the first thing that little boy handed him was the green grape that he was going to put in his mouth.

"Brother, eat fruit."

"Brother?" An Ran held up a green grape and placed it in front of her elder brother, but found that the man didn't respond.

The memory came back quickly, and the boy who was pinching the blue grape with two fingers in front of his eyes overlapped with the little guy with memory.

After eating one, An Chiyu picked a dark red cherries and handed it to An Ran's mouth, An Ran stared blankly at his side face, of course he didn't miss that gentle smile.

Take it in one bite and put it in your mouth.

Happiness came too fast, but it didn't make him overwhelmed. Nothing was as he imagined, and he didn't know how long such days would last.

He is still at the starting point of the road of love, and An Chiyu is standing next to him, but he knows that he needs to go around the mountains and water to reach him, and his swimming skills are not good, so it is better to stand at the origin and watch Let's go.

"By the way, big brother, the chickens, ducks and geese in the space are breeding too fast. Let's find some time to bring out more. There are also cattle and sheep. There are already a group of small ones in the space."

An Chiyu turned the steering wheel, "Well, in the next town, there will be people raising livestock in the town."

"Well, those little yellow chickens are always climbing on my feet..."

An Ran casually shared interesting stories with An Chiyu, and An Chiyu also listened seriously, echoing a few words from time to time.

……

The cries outside gradually disappeared, and the sound of chewing stimulated people's eardrums. The village chief loaded the tobacco without haste, struck a match and lit the bong. The white tobacco gas rose slowly, and the cigarette holder was made of white jade. , containing ~ cold in the mouth, took a deep breath, the village chief opened his eyes in the smoke.

The name of the village head is Li Lijun, an ordinary name, which overdraws their sense of age.

He used to be a soldier, and he retired in 60 years. At that time, "exaggeration" was prevalent in China, and many unrealistic production slogans were put forward. The output was falsely reported in various places, and the yield per mu of land was reported higher and higher, resulting in more grain payments and less Farmers keep too little grain for themselves.

A large area of ​​the country began to suffer from drought, and domestic natural disasters occurred frequently. Grain production dropped sharply, but the task of paying grain increased day by day, resulting in a nationwide food shortage.

After what happened in Xin~Yang, he fled here, and here he met the most important woman in his life. That's how he spent the rest of his life in this place.

There was a smile on Li Lijun's wrinkled face, he didn't expect that even after so many years, he still remembered what happened back then.

Beside him, an old man in a clean robe was lying quietly beside him. The old man's hair was covered with silver threads, and a deep hole in her temple occasionally leaked an unknown yellow liquid.

A pair of rough hands took the white cloth and gently wiped it off, "You love to be clean and always say I'm lazy, now, don't you be angry with me."

Rough hands stroked the hair of the person beside him. He had seen this familiar face for half his life, but he still couldn't get enough of it. Back then when he was starving to death by the side of the road, it was this face with a panicked expression that made him After dragging her back home and giving him food and clothing, he felt that she was the only one in his life.

"Old woman, you wait for me, on the way to Huangquan, I can still be your companion."

After exhaling the last puff of tobacco, Li Lijun tapped the bong to clean the oil inside, even though it was hot to his hands.

He staggered down the kang, found a pack of low-quality plastic bags in a cabinet, poured water into the tea bar, opened the plastic bag and poured it in, and got on the kang with the tea bar, his rough hands with age spots moved slowly. After tidying her clothes, she reluctantly stroked the corners of the clothes for a long time before drinking all the water in the tea mug.

On the ground, the word 'Yimie Ling' on the low-quality plastic bag was ominous, and the pattern of the old tree printed on the bottom was vivid.

Lying beside her, looking at the roof, the hoarse voice of the old man in the room slowly drifted away.

"Xiao Li, do you still remember that year when I took you up the mountain to dig out the bird's nest, I almost fell from the tree, what did you say to me?

And that winter, you said you liked snowmen. It snowed that night. I got up in the middle of the night and built two snowmen in the yard, one big and one small. You woke up the next morning and hugged me happily for a long time. And kissed me. "

Li Lijun's face seemed to be decades younger, and he seemed to see the scenes in his memory through the roof.

"The winter that year was really cold. My hands were numb for two days in a row. You complained to me while rubbing my hands. Xiaoli, Comrade Zhang Meili, I think my hands are numb again. Why don't you... give me .”…

The sound disappeared, and there was silence in the air.

On the kang, his two hands were tightly clenched together, his veins were bulging, and with the last bit of strength in his life, he still wanted to grab this person.