Withered vine of the end of the world rebirth

The great thing about sleeping under a window is that you can feel the first rays of sunlight as they hit the ground.

It must be gentle, urging you to wake up with a bit of coquettishness, and take a look at the world illuminated by it.

If you are lucky, you can also see the various sleeping positions of the people around you after opening your eyes.

That was one of the inhuman pleasures of the early morning.

Miao Xiang rubbed her eyes in the early sunlight.The woman who was still a little confused yawned slightly and looked up.

Everything around was still and silent.

Chao Hao was lying on the table alone, with his face slightly turned to one side, and there was still some saliva left over from last night on his mouth, and he slept soundly; Huang Mao was leaning against the shelf, and he leaned on it, his dyed yellow hair was lying on the shelf. There was a slight sway in the air, even sleeping with his unique sloppy look; Yao Jianbai was sitting by the door, a taciturn man during the day, even in his sleep, still holding a steel rod, with a look of being ready to get up at any time. The appearance of fighting; the chubby Sha Le is huddling in a corner alone. This man who is always so quiet that he doesn’t feel like he even seems to be quieter than others when he sleeps. A naive smile; Luo Xiangwen was sleeping not far from her, still wearing the pair of glasses that seemed to have no prescription on his face.

It is said that a person's personality can be roughly seen from his sleeping posture, and it seems that it is not unreasonable.

Miao Xiang stretched her waist and was about to get up, but suddenly found that Chu Mo who was by her side before going to bed last night was gone.

She was startled, and just about to shout out, she suddenly saw a figure out of the corner of her eye.

In the direction of the store.

Miao Xiang was taken aback, got up and walked gently inside.

When the hospital first built this shop street, considering that some shopkeepers might stay here all night, a small space was separated from the large area of ​​the shop for the shopkeepers who "work night shift" here. bedroom.

It's just that Chao Hao is very talented. He felt that it was disrespectful to resources to use such a good location as a bedroom for him to sleep in, so he just changed this small room into a chess and card room.

Not to mention, those family members who come to accompany the room will often come here in twos and threes to touch a few, to have a good time and pass the time.

The nurses in the hospital often mentioned this magical store and his chess and card room when they were taking a break to make speeches.

Chao Hao was the first one to open the chess and card room to the hospital.

But now, this formerly prestigious golden location is naturally vacant.

Miao Xiang looked at the half-opened door, hesitated for a while, and pushed the door open to go in.

Because it was converted into a chess and card room, two large skylights were opened on the top of the room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the light from inside scattered all over the floor.

Like broken silver flowing all over the ground.

The man with long hair like black ink was standing in the bright sunshine there, lowering his head and playing with a brush with a jade pen holder in his hand.

On the table in front of him were the Four Treasures of the Study that she had seen on the shelf outside yesterday.

Hearing that someone opened the door approaching, the man glanced sideways, frowning slightly as if expressing his dissatisfaction with this uninvited guest.

Miao Xiang panicked all of a sudden: "I checked that the door was open... I didn't knock on the door for fear of waking them up."

Chu Mo frowned and looked at Miao Xiang for a moment, then smiled: "It's okay, I just took a look. Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

"Okay, if it wasn't for the sunshine, I still wouldn't be able to wake up." Encouraged, Miao Xiang walked to Chu Mo's side and looked at the things on the table curiously, "What are you doing? You can write calligraphy! "

Miao Xiang looked at Chu Mo in surprise, as if she had found a rare talent.

In fact, the rice paper on the table has not been spread out, and the ink has not been developed, but for some reason, seeing the man standing in front of these things like this, Miao Xiang felt that he must know how to do it.

He should.

Miao Xiang glanced at Chu Mo's hand holding the pen. His fingers were clean and fair, which looked exactly like the penholder he was holding.Chu Mo's movement of holding the pen is very beautiful and standard.Miao Xiang looked at the man's fingers as white as jade, and for some reason became a little excited: "I'll grind ink for you, and you write!"

Chu Mo was taken aback, he looked helplessly at the back of Miao Xiang leaving in an instant, and smiled after a while.He looked down at the jade pen in his hand, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was very difficult to find water in this store. Chao Hao, who was overly thoughtful, collected almost all the water, but luckily they brought some out from the hospital.

The black backpack was placed near the door. Miao Xiang rummaged inside and found an opened bottle of mineral water. After thinking about it, she put it back and replaced it with an unopened bottle. .

She zipped up the schoolbag and put it back in its original position before turning around and running inside.

Chu Mo crossed his arms, watching the woman with draped hair pour some water into the inkstone with great interest, and then rolled up her sleeves and started grinding with a serious expression.

The woman's wrist is very thin, and her complexion is not fair, but it is beautiful and ruddy with blood.

Chu Mo was stunned when he saw Miao Xiang's earnest expression with slightly lowered eyelids and frowning while grinding.

In my memory...someone had grinded it for him so seriously.

He remembered that person's side face slightly hidden in the sunlight was gentle and focused, and occasionally the person would look up and smile at him.

It's like the scene after the ice and snow have just melted.

The man said...

"Chu Mo, please write it to me."

Chu Mo was taken aback for a moment, then he suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

In the hazy morning, only Miao Xiang was standing there. She was looking up at him, looking at him strangely as if in a daze: "How about it, Chu Mo? Write me a picture, write whatever."

Chu Mo looked at her, slightly drooping his eyes.When I looked up again, the emotion in my eyes just now had disappeared completely: "It's late..."

Miao Xiang was taken aback, and was about to say something.But the sound of Chao Hao and others getting up came from outside.As if realizing that they were gone, a few people wandered around outside in a mess.Immediately, footsteps slowly approached: "Are you inside?"

"Look, they're all up... next time." Chu Mo looked at Miao Xiang and smiled, then looked down at the worn Mo, turned and walked outside, "Yes, we'll come out soon .”

Luo Xiangwen opened the door, and looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Eat something, let's leave early."

Chu Mo smiled at him and walked outside.

Today's breakfast is vegetable buns brought by Miao Xiang and the others from the hospital.This kind of thing is perishable, and it won't last long, so Chu Mo simply took it out for everyone's breakfast.

"Thank you." Luo Xiangwen glanced at Chu Mo, and after wiping his hand with the handkerchief he carried with him—the handkerchief should obviously be carried by him all the time, and it was already a bit worn out. Maybe it was because he had been outside for the past few days and couldn't help it. Because of cleaning, it looked a little dirty——I just took the steamed stuffed bun Chu Mo handed over, and didn't forget to thank him in a low voice.

"No need." Chu Mo smiled, and handed the remaining buns to the others.

Miao Xiang was squatting aside, nibbling on the steamed stuffed bun silently, absent-minded as if she hadn't tasted it at all.She looked up at Chu Mo, with a hint of contemplation.

Chu Mo didn't look at her, but stood aside and slowly finished the bun in his hand.

The sun slowly poured into the room, and a new day began again.

And this is already the fourth day after the end of the world.

Everything is growing quietly.

The knob of time silently took another step forward in its original direction.

The author has something to say: Today's ... seems a bit late → → I am magically very awake now, and I feel like I can write another chapter before going to sleep