After a while, I saw the light of the big man again, staggering from a distant road to the northeast corner of the village, and I hurried in that direction. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Between us, there were scattered households, one bungalow after another, blocking my view. As I ran, I had to go around the branches of the trees and the outlines of the houses to see where he was.

This makes me wonder about the mechanism of "light" in Wangxing Village:

Originally, I thought that these lights were for me, trying to tell me a story, so they deliberately played some images of the past in front of me.

But if I hadn't looked around because of the habit of a soldier, I wouldn't have noticed the humanoid light in the blind spot, which was only about the height of a thumb.

Is this just for me to see, or is it nothing at all? I suddenly suspected that maybe there was no such thing as a storytelling "light", it was just unconsciously playing random clips, and I was the only one who had seen them in the decade.

At best, though, it makes me feel that the substance I'm dealing with is a little less terrifying, after all, creatures without sapience are much easier to deal with, but they don't interfere with my main mission. I raised my eyes again to look at the light that was being tracked, and I saw Bai Fenjin staggering along the road with two large plastic-shaped lights walking east.

When I caught up with him, I saw his tall light walking towards a small dilapidated tin room. "Grandma Hua!" He shouted from a long distance, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement, like a child going to his grandmother's house for the New Year.

I saw the shadow of the rickety old lady sitting under the eaves, heard his voice, turned my head slowly, and waved at him. The man immediately walked over to her excitedly, talking as he went.

"My mother made steamed eggs," he said with some time to offer the treasure, "I... I put the meat floss on top. I know you like to eat and eat meat floss. He said as he pulled out a lunchbox-like item from his bag.

"Ouch, that's nice." Old Mrs. Hua lowered her head and said with a toothless mouth. Then she turned her head and shouted into the house: "Son, you see that the Bai family has sent something again, come out and help get it!" ”

I was a little surprised, this is not the first time I have seen Mrs. Hua's son here. From people's comments about him and the riot under the observatory, my impression of him has always been that of a white-eyed wolf with no conscience, regardless of whether his wife lives or dies.

Unexpectedly, the bare hand that came out of the room at this time was holding a pair of dishes and chopsticks. He shook off the water on it, then put it in front of Mrs. Hua, opened the lunch box that Bai Fenjin brought, and used a small spoon to dial the contents into the bowl, "Come, eat slowly, be careful not to burn." ”

"Hey, hey." The old lady obediently picked up the spoon and scooped the steamed eggs in the bowl little by little.

Then he turned his attention to Bai Fenjin, "Come, give me these." As he spoke, he took the big man's bag and took it to the house.

"You see how good people are, they often come to see the old man." Mrs. Hua muttered as she ate.

"Oh, mother, I'm not busy." Her son looked back. He is about 1.8 meters, not particularly thin or strong, wearing a soft-looking shirt with rolled sleeves and suit pants underneath.

"Hmph, I don't know what I'm busy with all day long." The old lady muttered, complaining about her son.

"Gee, you don't know how hard it is to make money right now." The man said, "No one has come since it was banned." We had to fight guerrillas, pull the guests there, or send the girls over. ”

Then he shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to have a hard time now... It's all a hard work, and it's a day to survive. ”

Bai Fenjin watched from the sidelines, and I was a little worried that he would understand what industry Mrs. Hua's son was engaged in. But he didn't react, just looked at the old lady stupidly.

"Well, I'll go first." He said, turning around to leave.

"Son, get some of that for someone... The peanut candy I just made. Mrs. Hua hurriedly said. Bai Fenjin immediately stopped, and craned his neck to look into the room expectantly.

"Oh, Mom, you're still messing with your sugar. I've told you how many times, that thing is not unusual, you are tired, don't get it, and your son can't afford to support you. The man grumbled and went into the house, and after a while, filled a bag of sugar.

Bai Jinhan smiled and said, "Thank you, Grandma Hua!" "Reach for the candy. But as soon as the other party withdrew his hand, he didn't receive it at once.

"Come, call Daddy, call Daddy and I'll give it to you." The man laughed at him.

"But you're not my father—" The stupid big man hesitated, his eyes glued to the peanut candy in his hand.

"It's okay, just have fun. Call Daddy? The man teased and brought the candy to him.

Bai Fenjin shook his head like a rattle, "You're not my father!" My dad is dead! ”

When the man heard this, he "cut". "It's boring," he said, tossing the bag to him, "stupid big man, it's boring." ”

Bai Fenjin lowered his head, slowly rubbed the candy in his hand, didn't know if he was contemplating or what, and then left without saying a word.

I followed him along the road for a while, the tall light staggering, my shoulders hanging there, looking a little depressed. But the light didn't last long, and it quickly disappeared before my eyes.

There was a small conversation next to me, and two figures walked down the hill next to me.

"I'm still a little worried." The tall woman said.

"But we don't have a clue yet," the short-haired woman next to her sighed and took her hand, "the school won't give us equipment, and the lead plate is already the best." ”

Cen Xiao's light nodded, "yes... At least the lead is still within the range we can bear. She said.

"What do we need to do? The lead plate is back, and it still needs to be assembled, right? "It seems that the two of them were on their way to pick up the lead plates they had transported. I remember coming across a car at the door to deliver these things, saying it was for the purpose of segregating the substances they received.

At this point, it seems that the lead plate may be the best choice. Although they may not have suspected radioactivity at the time, it was clear that they had taken precautions.