86_86324 Later, Uncle Wang's mental activities and what he did are unknown, he only sued us, he endured the affection in his heart, and carried the bodies of the three closest relatives out and buried them. After finishing his work, Uncle Wang sat on the roof of the car and smoked, staring blankly at the congested convoy in front of him, which stretched to the sky. The sky in the east was white at sunrise, but Uncle Wang was not in the mood to appreciate it, because he also found that he was the only living person on the highway.

I don't know how Uncle Wang's heart can withstand such a big blow. If it were me, and I woke up to find that my loved ones were dead, and when I went out, I found that there were no other living people around, and I would feel like I would just be broken down or cry with my head in my hands. Thinking about it this way, God still favors me, and having a dormitory for me to hold in for a few days at least gives me a buffer time.

But what happens is what happens, and you can't afford to have any illusions. The sun rose as usual, and there was silence on the highway. Uncle Wang continued to smoke on the roof of the car, and he was waiting, waiting for himself to die. If others can die, why can't you die? He felt that God had allowed him to live a little longer so that he could bury his loved ones, because he owed them too much.

But when the sun rose above Uncle Wang's head, he found that he was still not dead, but a little hungry.

After a morning of psychological trauma, it calmed him down. He shouldn't be able to die, and the problem he faces is how to keep himself alive. There is no point in fleeing, but staying here is not an option. So, he patted the roof of the car to say goodbye to his car, turned around and walked back to the city. Everything is the same as yesterday, but the group of people who could still express their joys and sorrows on the highway yesterday have slept in the car forever. Uncle Wang said that every time he passed a car, he would try to knock on the window to see if he could meet anyone who was still alive. Unfortunately, the only thing that gave him action was a dog sticking its tongue out of the car window, and he didn't find a companion.

More than ten years of military career provided a lot of motivation for Uncle Wang's steps, and he walked back to the city when it was dark. The street lights were lit on time, illuminating the roads and streets, and Uncle Wang said that his consciousness was already in a trance at that time, and seeing this familiar and empty street really felt a little dreaming. But the hunger pangs made him feel the reality very well, and he hadn't eaten for a day. Uncle Wang dragged his steps along the road, thinking about where to go. Home is definitely not going back, touching the scene is the most terrible thing in the world.

Office. As these three words flashed through his mind, he also made up his mind, and this was the only place he could easily walk into. After that, Uncle Wang returned to the place where we are talking now, relying on the things left in the supermarket, and stayed for more than ten days.

When we found the supermarket, the sound of Duan Ke kicking the roller shutter door was heard by Uncle Wang, who heard our conversation on the windowsill, so he ran downstairs with a knife and hid behind the door waiting for our arrival.

"That's pretty much it." Uncle Wang grabbed another can of beer and took a sip, which was the end of his story. He kept smoking and drinking as he recounted the experience, and I noticed that his face had turned red. Although he said this with a smile, I could see and feel the sadness and helplessness in his drunkenness.

The three of them were silent for a while, Uncle Wang continued to smoke to soothe his psychological scars, and Duan Ke and I digested his story.

"Ten days, won't you be bored here?" Duan Ke played with the lighter and asked him, "I've been in the dormitory for three days and I'm going crazy." “

Uncle Wang spit out a cigarette and smiled, his face was already a little better, and said: "It's because you are too young, when I was fighting in Vietnam, I dragged a comrade-in-arms who couldn't speak, and walked in the forest without people for several days, compared to there, this place is much better."

"Actually, the day after I came back, I tried to kill myself, but I couldn't do it. You know, the only thing you can do after you've filled your stomach here is to think about things. As soon as my head turned, I thought of them, and I hated myself for not being poisoned together, but surviving to suffer.

"But soon, I remembered that I had a son. He was working in the field, and he was not heard from after the phone could not be reached. If he was still alive, he would definitely come back to me. Lao Tzu is still alive, and his son will definitely not die. So I decided to wait for him here, for Naguava to come to me, and people must have some hope for living in the world. ”

After speaking, Uncle Wang squinted his eyes and smiled, squeezing out the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Then he asked me, "What is that thing called rice?" ”

"Otimit." I say.

"Yes, that's it, you college students know a lot, tell me about it, I can't find this thing after reading many issues of newspapers in the duty room."

I wanted to sue him about Duan Ke's conjecture, but I thought about it, so as not to discourage his expectations for his son from this conjecture without any evidence.

"I don't know too much." I say. Uncle Wang nodded in disappointment, Duan Ke was also very smart, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak.

"You haven't been out all these days?" I asked again, I wanted to find out something about the city.

Uncle Wang nodded, stood up and said to me, "Except for the supermarkets and shopping malls in the dark, I am here." I've seen something through this window, though. He pointed to the window on the wall, "We're not the only ones in the city, and it's not as safe as you think." ”

I was shocked and hurriedly asked, saying that there was a survivor alliance in the city, and my family might be there. Uncle Wang waved his hand at me and said, "There are some things to tell you tomorrow, it's not too early, and the lights have been on for too long, so I don't usually turn on the lights." ”

I wanted to ask more, but he went straight to the locked door, opened it, and said, "You will sleep here tonight, and I will make room for you." "We picked up our backpacks and walked in, it was a small room, and it was even smaller when it was full of boxes. Although this room is not enough for daily life, it is still enough for two people. Uncle Wang piled the boxes and some bags of food in the corner, walked out, and turned off the lights in the small room. Duan Ke and I looked at each other, and said in my heart that you really treat us as a little couple, and you will lock us up without asking us if we agree or not. With a snap, the lights outside were also extinguished, and it was dark again.

Listening to the voice, Uncle Wang should be cleaning up the table, and the black light is blind, and I don't know how he did it. I put my backpack down against the wall, took off my coat and spread it on the floor as a sheet, so that I had a clean place to sleep. The sound of Uncle Wang walking outside was heard again, and then he opened the door and went downstairs.

"Where is he going?" Duan Ke asked me, and she was also taking off her ill-fitting coat to use as a sheet.

"I don't know, maybe go downstairs and turn off the generator." I replied. A few minutes later, Uncle Wang returned. He walked into our little room and said, "There's a toilet downstairs." If you want to wash, you can go, and you can use water. ”

This is simply to Duan Ke's appetite. A few minutes later, I was dragged downstairs by her and asked me to help her stand guard, saying that she was afraid alone. She tinkered in the toilet for several minutes, not knowing what she was doing. The toilet does still have water, so it doesn't stink. When she was done, I went in, washed my face, and went upstairs.

"Go to bed early." As soon as I entered the door, Uncle Wang came with a sentence, which startled Duan Ke and me. I picked up my flashlight and looked for a sound, and it turned out that he was already lying on his chair bed. I answered him and took Duan Ke back to the small room. The moonlight came in through the window, illuminating almost the entire room. It's not too bright, but after your eyes get used to the darkness, this intensity of light is enough for you to see your surroundings clearly.

I closed the door and sat down against the window. Duan Ke was tidying up her backpack with a flashlight on the side, and she didn't know what her pitiful things were to tidy up. I reached for my phone, turned it on, and it instantly lit up with a fluorescent glow that was very discordant with the darkness around me. Still nowhere to be found, and I don't have hope. The battery level is still 47%, and it should be able to play for a while. I opened the album and flipped to the photos of Duan Ke driving today, and I couldn't help but laugh. Duan saw that I was playing with my mobile phone, so I immediately came over. She saw her picture on the screen and screamed and snatched her phone.

"You really filmed?" She said with a frown of surprise, her fingers swiping quickly across the screen.

I hurriedly told her to be quiet, there are still people outside, you are so startled Uncle Wang still thinks I am doing something to you. Duan Ke hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, turned his back and continued to operate the mobile phone. I didn't bother to grab it with her, so I stood up and looked out the window. There are no buildings outside, and you can see the moon in the sky at a glance. The moonlight can only be described as bright, and there are many stars dotted around. The quiet cities under the moonlight are still their original appearance, and as far as the eye can see, except for black or dark, the moonlight can only illuminate their outlines, and no light can be seen. There was a grinding sound on the street below, and I couldn't make out the sound of plastic waste being blown by the wind. I suddenly remembered what Uncle Wang had just said.

"We're not the only ones in the city, and it's not as safe as you think."

What is he referring to? We're not the only ones in town, and that's a good thing. But he also said that it was not safe here, could it be that there were zombies and ghosts or something? But if I had these things, I would have come across them a long time ago. I really want to rush out and let him explain to me, and if I can, I also want to experience the thrill of grabbing his hair with one hand and holding a knife to his neck with the other. But I remembered the force he had just used to use the door card on my neck, and maybe he would be put down by him in a few moves before his fingers touched Uncle Wang's hair.

"Say, can we still drive this car back?" Duan Ke looked at his phone and said to me. I paused for a moment, erased the picture of Uncle Wang putting me down from my mind, and remembered the car that Duan Ke accidentally drove today. She took out the car keys and looked at them in her hand by the light of her mobile phone, her face full of attachment.

"It should be okay, we'll go back and find a way when we have the chance, you can take this car as a hope." I said, and then lay down with my backpack on my pillow, "Didn't Uncle Wang say just now, how can people live without looking for hope." ”

Even in this shit world