Although it was from ten o'clock in the morning to about four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Mianmian was still very cold, and when the temperature dropped again, Jing Chu did not allow her to continue filming, poured her a bowl of ginger soup, stuffed her into the car, turned on the air conditioner, and wrapped her in a blanket: "Is it cold?" ”

Yang Mianmian shook her head and asked, "Can't I sleep here tonight?" ”

"I know you want to stay here with them, but Mianmian, the power and water are out of here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"If she could, how could Jing Chu be ruthless and not let her stay at home for a few more days? But the water and electricity are cut off in the winter, and there is no one in this area, who knows if someone will come in at night, he will not be at ease.

Yang Mianmian also knew that it was inconvenient, she sighed, buried her face in the blanket, and was too tired to speak.

Jing Chu drove home, he really didn't have the time to cook, so he simply ordered a bowl of eggs and tomato noodles, Yang Mianmian went to the bathroom to take a bath after eating the bowl of noodles, fell asleep in a daze, and woke up after choking on water.

Everyone knows that there are many friends on the other side of the city who are going to die, and their hearts are very heavy, and the rabbits and foxes are sad, and the things are hurting, and maybe one day, they will face the same fate.

The next day, I continued to take pictures, Yang Mianmian only finished shooting the entire community in the whole day yesterday, Jing Chu didn't feel it when I took it, and I felt a little subtle when I looked at it at night. But she, holding a telephone pole plastered with small advertisements, squatting next to the garbage can, and a flock of wild cats squatting in a row on the flower bed, the new and beautiful wedding dress is very incommensurate with the barren and old set, but strangely there is a special charm.

Today's set finally walked out of the community, and all the friends knew that Yang Mianmian was going to take wedding photos, so almost everyone strongly asked to take a photo with her: "Mianmian!" Shoot with me! Look if I'm cute! ”

Yang Mianmian carried her skirt and climbed from this corner to this stone pier, it was so hot in winter that she was sweating, Jing Chu was no longer waiting for her to pose before shooting, Yang Mianmian's action of taking pictures was too stupid, he was now focused on capturing her camera.

There was a picture of her carrying her skirt and preparing to take a photo with the canopy, but an abandoned old air conditioner called her, she turned her head to look, and the moment of looking back was captured by him, he thought it was beautiful, but Yang Mianmian was not very satisfied, and had a little temper: "Just shoot me, the others are all pasted, they didn't shoot in." ”

Jing Chu didn't argue with her, and smiled good-naturedly: "It's me who didn't shoot well, let's take a few more photos." ”

After a busy morning, Yang Mianmian wrapped up in a down jacket and went to the nearest restaurant to eat, and all the surrounding restaurants had already moved away, and the whole place was like a ghost town, and they finally found a restaurant.

And the proprietress and his wife, who missed the demolition, talked about it, and their tone was full of pity, almost, they could also get millions of compensation, and complained about why the government did not allocate more areas, and how much money their relatives had lost because of the demolition, and now the whole family has traveled abroad, etc.

The more Yang Mianmian listened, the more uncomfortable she became, and she pulled Jing Chu away: "I won't eat it!" No appetite! ”

Jing Chu didn't force it, watching her puff up and go back to the car, he went to the house next door to buy a box of egg fried rice: "Angry is angry, the rice still has to be eaten." ”

"I'm not hungry." She is really not hungry, since she knew the news, she has been depressed, her appetite has deteriorated, her sleep quality has decreased, her face has deteriorated, and she has smeared lipstick before going out today, otherwise there is no blood on her lips at all, and no matter how beautiful she is, she will not be photogenic.

Jing Chu now treats her as a little princess, doesn't say a word of weight, coaxes her to eat without success, and simply feeds her.

For the rice brought to her mouth, Yang Mianmian did not refuse again, ate a few bites very face-savingly, and said indistinctly: "The egg fried rice in this store is next to my junior high school, I will go to eat a meal after I get a scholarship, it's expensive, 8 yuan!" They've moved here. ”

Jing Chu scooped another spoon for her: "Then eat more." ”

"I'll eat it myself, you can eat it too, don't feed me." She stopped losing her temper, took it and ate it herself, eating a whole box of egg fried rice in one go.

The lunch break is to chat with the stone monument, which will be preserved along with the school as a historical artifact.

"Mianmian, don't be sad."

"How can this not be sad?" She was like when she was a child, sitting on the bridge pier, holding her cheeks, her face full of confusion, "I won't be able to see everyone soon." ”

The stele thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember, there used to be a small shop here. "It's talking about the grocery store closest to the bridge, which used to be owned by an old man, and in the summer there was a big refrigerator at the door, covered with a thick quilt, and it was full of five-cent popsicles.

Yang Mianmian remembered: "Remember, that uncle also invited me to eat, the one of the seven dwarfs." "In the past, there was a kind of popsicle called seven dwarfs, and there were seven small popsicles in one dollar, with different colors of pigments, and sometimes the uncle himself would invite her and other children to eat.

"You loved the refrigerator at the time, right?" The stele said, "Always lie on it." ”

Yang Mianmian laughed: "Yes, because it is very hot in summer, the refrigerator is very cool to open, and if someone comes to buy it, I will secretly deduct a little ice in the refrigerator." ”

These are one of the few fond childhood memories she has from her childhood.

"But later, the store didn't open the next year, and you were sad for a long time." The stele said, "You can't say goodbye. ”

Although Yang Mianmian still remembers this incident, her feelings have been blurred, she remembers that she secretly cried the next summer, but she no longer remembers the feelings at that time.

It turns out that feelings are easier to forget than memories?

"You feel sad this time because you have a lot of friends to leave with, but in fact, your previous life was like this, every day is changing, you have walked this road for 20 years, but in fact, every day is not the same road. Mianmian, you are sad now, but things will always pass, and your life has been moving forward, some leaving, some joining. "The stele has endured hundreds of years of wind and rain, and when it first arrived, the country still had emperors and generals.

Later, wars were torn, people died, countries died, and a new dynasty began.

Its closest companion was the stone bridge with which it was born, and they were like siblings, but it was destroyed in the war, and the current stone bridge was rebuilt later.

"For a while, I hated it so much that I thought it had taken its place, but it didn't know, and I thought I would never accept it, but it wasn't, and then we became good friends." The stele calmly tells the story of his past.

Ishibashi heard it and asked curiously, "Are you talking about me?" ”

"No, that was more than sixty years ago, it was demolished, and you built it." The stele smiled, and his tone was very gentle, "It's all in the past." ”

Yang Mianmian looked at it in shock: "You haven't told me yet." ”

"It's not a special thing, Mianmian, our life is actually a person's road, everyone can only walk with you for a period of time, and in the end, you are just a person facing death." The stele's voice was unhurried, "I know that everyone is reluctant to accept such an arrangement, but what can be done about it, this is fate." ”

Listening to the words of the stele, Yang Mianmian couldn't help but think of the self-sacrificing Louis X, who was also facing a crisis, but in fact, what Louis X feared may not necessarily happen, but it still tried to resist, and worked hard, even if it was martyrdom.

The friends here are going to face a more imminent and more serious catastrophe, they are sad, sad and unwilling, but, as objects born because of human beings, they have never thought of resisting, this may be their innate nature, unwilling to hurt human beings.

As a human being, she should be happy, shouldn't she? After all, if they resisted, the city would quickly be paralyzed, panic would begin to spread, and if they did go against humanity, the consequences would be devastating.

It's just that why is it so sad? Even if it's two species, why can't they coexist peacefully?

"Do you think it would be effective if I instigated them to resist?" Yang Mianmian suddenly asked Yang Xiaoyang whimsically.

"This time is different from the previous ones, Louis X did not rebel for himself, but for his fellow citizens, who would rather accept death than rebel against humanity, for them it was too difficult," she said. ”

Yang Mianmian knew that the reality must be like this, but she still didn't give up, and asked the telephone pole next to her: "Haven't you thought about resisting?" ”

The telephone pole innocently asked, "How to resist?" ”

"For example, when someone wants to tear you down, you leak electricity or something." Yang Mianmian was frightened by her own brain supplement, if there is really such a scene, it is the live-action version of "The Grim Reaper", if they really rebel, how many accidents can be created and how many people can be killed.

At that time, maybe people will think that this is where the dragon vein is, so it can't be dismantled casually, and the pot will be carried by the ghost, perfect!

But the telephone pole was even more frightened than she was frightened: "Σ(°△°|||) Pressure pulse belt, how can this be! I'm here to transmit electricity to humans, not to kill people! Mianmian, do you have a fever?! ”

Yang Mianmian: "......" she knows, "Yes, it's a little dizzy, and the cold wind blows a lot." ”

The telephone pole was relieved: "Then you don't have to go here, go home, beware of the cold." ”

Yang Xiaoyang comforted her: "Many years ago, the slaves were also oppressed for a long time before they knew that they could resist the slave owners, this is not an overnight thing, maybe we are in the best times, human beings have not discovered them, they are full of kindness to us...... It's nice that we don't have to witness the confrontation with our own eyes. ”

Yang Mianmian was silent for a while, a little self-deprecating: "Yes, even if this best era is established under the unilateral oppression of human beings. ”