Pale Silence

Waste Dim Sum hurriedly took out a certificate from his pocket: "I am a doctor!"

Song Jian's heart trembled, as if he suddenly thought of Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming is also a doctor...

Chen Mo continued to point the ak at the head of the visitor nervously, stubbornly refusing to let it go.

Song Jian looked at Chen Mo's nervousness for him, drove out the messy thoughts in his mind, grabbed the man's ID card and began to check in the dim light: "Are you a doctor? What kind of doctor? I only have a doctor here. There is no cure for cold and fever.”

The certificate did not say what kind of doctor he was, but it said "Yan's Institute of Infectious Disease Science Work Certificate".

Song Jian's complexion gradually sank, and after being silent for a while, he still couldn't help asking: "Do you know Yan Ruoming?"

The man froze for a moment, jumped up and ran to the car, shouting: "Dr. Yan! Dr. Yan, we are saved!"

Song Jian's face froze, and he ran over desperately, pushed the man away and opened the car door fiercely.

In the back seat was the person he never dared to think of again in his life.

Yan Ruoming lost a lot of weight, and leaned against the seat cushion wearily, his eyes under the thin-rimmed glasses were tightly closed, and he didn't know if he was asleep or unconscious.

Song Jian grabbed the man by the collar and yelled, "What's wrong with Yan Ruoming!!! What's wrong with him!!!"

The person who was picked up struggled innocently, and hurriedly explained: "It's okay...no...it's okay..."

Before the words fell, the person in Song Jian's hand also passed out.

It was not safe to be outside the base in the dark, so Song Jian's brothers rushed over, some carried people and some drove, and hurriedly transported people and cars to a safe place first.

Song Jianhun stood at the same spot in a daze, watching Yan Ruoming being carried into the base on a stretcher.

Yan Ruoming...that's Yan Ruoming...

For the past three years, he has had nightmares of pain and regret every night, dreaming of Yan Ruoming pushing him out of the crowd night after night.

He should protect Yan Ruoming, he owed Mr. Yan his life, so he should do everything possible to protect Yan Ruoming.

But he... Even his guilt, he could only try to repay it on a substitute.

What is he!

Song Jian wanted to smoke tiredly, but found that the cigarette case was not with him.

He raised his head, and across the hurrying crowd and the bewildered night, he bumped into Chen Mo's eyes unexpectedly.

The boy was still holding his gun, standing helplessly in the crowd, his star-like eyes were covered with a layer of bewildered grievance and sadness.

He...he heard?

Song Jian was a little dizzy. He walked quickly to hug Chen Mo's thin shoulders, but when he passed through the crowd, Chen Mo had already disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Mo did not leave.

He is no longer a child, and he has no willful temper.

He went with the stretcher bearers to the infirmary.

There is only one young nurse named Gu Pan.

Before the end of the world came, Gu Pan was still taking the test for the pharmacist certificate, and before he could finish the test, he started his escape.

She can cure a headache and a cold, and she doesn't know much about prescription medicine.

Song Jian was the same way, it is too difficult to find a doctor these days, so let Gu Pan treat him first, as long as he can get a bottle.

Gu Pan rolled up his sleeves and held up a flashlight to check on the sleeping two people, saying, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just dehydration. Momo, bring me two bottles of glucose and hang them up first."

Chen Mo obediently ran to the next door to bring two bottles of glucose, helped Gu Pan hang up the bottles and straighten the hose, and sat quietly on the small stool to watch Gu Pan get the injection.

That person... is Yan Ruoming...

The person who made Song Jian risk his life to find a photo must be him.

The current Yan Ruoming is not as radiant as in the magazine.

He fled for a long time, his body was severely dehydrated, his lips were chapped and pale, and his cheeks were thin and yellow.

But even if it is Yan Ruoming like this, he can still see the handsome and dignified appearance of the past.

Chen Mo took a small mirror to look at his face, looked at himself for a while, and then at Yan Ruoming for a while.

After Gu Pan finished the bottle, he was busy dispensing nutritional injections for the two of them. It took him a long time to notice Chen Mo's abnormality.

Chen Mo is a very quiet person. If he doesn't need to shoot, he can stand quietly in the corner like a small sapling for a long time.

But Gu Pan had never seen Chen Mo like this before.

Sadness, low self-esteem, pain and confusion.

There was no light in his eyes, but there was some hopelessness flowing slowly, like a child who couldn't find his home, standing at the crossroads and watching the rain fall.

Gu Pan worriedly poured a cup of hot tea to Chen Mo: "Momo."

Chen Mo blankly did not respond.

Gu Pan had no choice but to call out again: "Momo?"

Chen Mo responded sullenly: "Mmm..."

Yan Ruoming is back...

The person who made Song Jianxin Xinniannian angry and mad may have returned.

He once comforted himself that he couldn't fight over the past, but he and Song Jian still had a long time.

But now... Song Jian would never put Ken on him again for a second.

Song Jian walked into the infirmary and asked anxiously, "Gu Pan! Gu Pan! How is he?"

Gu Pan said: "There is no wound, it's just that he passed out due to exhaustion, lack of nutrition, dehydration, almost the same as when Momo first came here."

As he said that, Gu Pan looked down at Chen Mo, but found that Chen Mo was gone. The cup of hot tea was placed upright on the small stool where Chen Mo was sitting just now, and it was steaming lonely and circling up.

Chen Mo began to avoid Song Jian.

He didn't leave here, Song Jian's room was still cleaned up every day, the dirty clothes would always be taken away, and the clean clothes were neatly folded in the closet one by one.

Song Jian looked at the clean and tidy clothes in the closet, with the aroma of milk-flavored soap on them.

The laundry room is full of sulfur soap and soap powder. Only Chen Mo has a piece of milk-flavored soap, which Song Jian used to bathe him, but he uses it to wash Song Jian's clothes every day.

The sweet milk fragrance made Song Jian angry and funny.

This little thing actually started to lose his temper with him, and the way of losing his temper was the most childish way of playing missing.

Song Jian wanted to catch Chen Mo, but found that he couldn't find anyone at all.

The base said it was big or small, and it took about an hour to walk around, but trying to find someone who deliberately avoided him was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Yan Ruoming fell asleep for a day and a night, and finally woke up.

Song Jian heaved a sigh of relief, standing at the door of the infirmary, not knowing how to get in and talk.

Yan Ruoming was still weak, and said in a hoarse voice, "Song Jian..."

Song Jian hurriedly rushed over: "How do you feel? Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you tell me that you are still alive!"

Yan Ruoming smiled wryly: "Song Jian...you're really noisy..."

Song Jian sat wearily on the floor beside the bed, and whispered, "Yan Ruoming...that day..."

Yan Ruoming said softly: "After I was squeezed into the crowd that day, I found a car trunk and got into it. I wanted to wait for the riot to pass before trying to find a way to climb to the front seat and drive away. I didn't expect that car to be the one I studied. One of the staff members, after he found me, he took me out of the city and went to an underground research institute in the suburbs. I went to the resort to find you according to our agreed plan, but you were not there, so I went to the research institute first .I am a doctor, and the Institute is able to let me find a way to end all this."

Song Jian's eyes lit up slightly: "Have you found a solution?"

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while, then said, "We... have extracted some serum, and we were still in the experimental stage, and we were attacked by a group of corpses."

Song Jian keenly sensed something was wrong: "The research institute is underground, why are there crowds of corpses?"

Yan Ruoming looked at Song Jian sadly: "Yes, they have begun to evolve. They can remember, communicate, hide, and imitate human actions. Once, my staff went out to find food, and the corpses followed him quietly. I found the way to the underground. Song Jian, our world... is really coming to an end..."

Song Jian didn't chat with Yan Ruoming anymore.

They had nothing left to say now but to exchange desperately bad news with each other.

Yan Ruoming was in poor health, and after talking for a while, he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes.

Song Jian quietly left the infirmary, and continued to wander around the base, trying to find the hidden little thing.

No kitchen, no bedroom, vegetable garden, farm, laundry room.

Chen Mo is not good at speaking, he is a little socially afraid, and he will never live in other people's rooms.

Where did this little thing go?

Day by day.

The room was still cleaned up every day, and the newly delivered clothes smelled sweet and milky, but Song Jian couldn't find where Chen Mo was hiding.

Song Jian estimated the number of missing compressed biscuits in the cabinet. Chen Mo probably had eaten them all by now. If he didn't take the little thing out of the corner and bring it back to the room to feed it, the child would starve .

As the sky gradually darkened, Song Jian could only go to inspect by himself.

He came to the water tower and looked at the huge farmland that had just been reclaimed.

The revitalized soil exudes a breath of new life, as if the end is near, and the spring sun is about to kiss this barren nightmare.

But the truth is, everything is getting worse.

Song Jian started smoking.

The smoke rises slowly under the gray sunset, and then slowly falls.

Song Jian exhausted another string of smoke rings.

Suddenly there was a suppressed coughing sound from behind.

Song Jian froze for a moment, then looked back.

There is a big stone on the water tower. According to local customs, the stone on the top of the water tower belongs to the water dragon king.

Song Jian walked behind the big rock step by step.

Sure enough, the aggrieved little hamster was hiding here, curled up into a small ball, covered his mouth and coughed continuously because of his smoke.

Song Jian deliberately sprayed the smoke on Chen Mo's small face, and said with a half-smile: "Run, avoid me, you've grown up, right? You learned to lose your temper the moment you entered my Song's house." .”