Today is the 10th anniversary of Dr. Meng's death, and there is a spontaneous memorial ceremony in the morning, which my father and mother told me for several days that after the memorial ceremony, remember to visit an uncle surnamed Zhou in the hospital.

Although I have a bad impression of that uncle, I should still do what my parents have told me to do well.

The commemoration ceremony is extraordinarily grand, and everyone knows that it was Dr. Meng who protected everyone with his old life, and repelled the unknown erosion at the last moment, and he is the hero in my heart.

On the other hand, the uncle, who has been in the hospital for ten years, still just sat in the ward and did not move during the most difficult period of the survival block.

His existence is simply the biggest waste of survival block resources.

After the unknown erosion has receded, large swaths of the land have not yet recovered, but people continue to recover from their dreams, and survival has become a top priority.

It is still Dr. Meng, who leads the people in the laboratory to open up the land, grow food, and the survival block can continue to grow and finally stabilize.

But in the mouth of my parents, the hospitalized uncle is a very respectable person, I don't think so at all, maybe he was greatly stimulated by the battle to repel the erosion, so he became what he is now.

But this is not a reason for him to slump, everyone is working hard, Dr. Meng is so old and also working hard, and I am also a strong knight.

The commemoration ceremony went smoothly, and some people from other living blocks also came to commemorate Dr. Meng, exchange experiences, and discuss how to strengthen ties.

I reluctantly said goodbye to the statue of Dr. Meng, and I had to go to the hospital, and if it was too late, I might not be able to make it to lunch.

"Oops!"

I rushed too fast and bumped into someone.

I slowly raised my head, and judging from my clothes, it seemed that I had come from the 11th Survival Block to communicate, not from this block.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, please give way."

For the sake of the other party's cute girl, I don't care so much.

"That...... How do I get to the hospital? ”

The girl had a map in her hand, and from her blank face, I could tell that she was a road idiot.

Since you are on the way, of course you can take her for a ride.

Along the way, she was amazed at the difference between the two survival blocks, and she should exchange more experiences.

That's natural, our block was led by Dr. Meng, and we were very lucky.

"Are you visiting anyone in the hospital?"

"Well, his name is Zhou Keke."

The girl's eyes looked into the distance, and her face gradually turned red.

"Oh."

She actually went to visit that uncle?

In fact, I really can't connect the two of them.

Uncle has been depressed for more than ten years, and I don't know if it is more than ten years, in short, he was already like that before I was born.

The girl in front of her is glamorous and beautiful, and in contrast, it is really the fluorescence of the bright moon in the sky and rotten grass.

This sentence is not taught in school,

But my father kept talking about it, and I don't know where I learned it.

When I arrived at the door of the ward, my parents were really there, and it was close to noon, and they would come over to deliver food to my uncle surnamed Zhou, and I also asked them if the uncle was a relative in the family, but I denied it.

There may be a lot of interesting stories about him, but I really don't have any interest in his current depressed appearance.

"Are you...... Yifei? ”

The girl hesitated for a few seconds and called out her mother's name.

I was puzzled, at her age, she should be called "Aunt Lu".

It's rude to call your mother by her first name.

The mother was stunned, stared at the girl for a long time, and finally said hello in a trill: "Long time no see...... Haruka-chan. ”

Dad was also stunned, his expression was quite complicated.

So, Haruka-chan is an acquaintance of Mom and Dad?

I'm like an outsider, watching them connect with each other, it's incredible, the age difference between them is less than twenty years, but they communicate with old acquaintances.

Shouldn't there be a generation gap to cut them off?

"Tick him, in there, but the situation is not very optimistic." Dad babbled a lot of things that he didn't understand, and he didn't expect to return to this world, and you could still find it.

I heard it in a fog.

"Xiao Ke, are you here again?" There was a "squeak" wheelchair sound behind me, and I silently looked back and saw gray silver hair.

"Well, Grandma Meng Meng, Mom and Dad called me here."

Grandma Meng Meng is Dr. Meng's sister, and she is also one of the few experimenters in the laboratory, and I have always respected her.

It's a strange thing that she actually came to the hospital.

On weekdays, if she is not feeling well, a special doctor will come to her to listen to her.

"Good, good."

Grandma Meng Meng's wheelchair moved forward, smiling, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yang Yu, Yifei."

She shouted under her breath.

Mom and Dad looked back, their faces so wonderful, I didn't know what was going on in their minds.

"You...... You're here......"

"Thinking that there are not many days left, it is better to come and take a second look......"

Grandma Meng Meng looked up and saw the young Haruka-chan, and her smile gradually solidified and froze on her face.

"Are you...... Meng Meng? ”

Haruka-chan also froze there.

Dad and Mom winked at each other to solve the deadlock.

I don't know what's going on between them at all, it stands to reason that when Grandma Meng Meng was in her prime, Haruka-chan wasn't even born yet, right?

After a long time, Grandma Meng Meng smiled with relief and continued to push the wheelchair forward.

"In the end, you won......"

Haruka-chan followed, her excitement overflowing.

What the hell is going on with them and the uncle, it's really weird today!

As usual, I took the lunch box from my parents, and my uncle even needed other people to feed him, just like a child.

This is also where I find it troublesome, taking up at least half an hour of my spare time.

I could have gone out to play.

My parents didn't follow up, they just told me to be improvisation and act according to the atmosphere.

It's really weird!

"Uncle, it's time to eat." I expertly set up a small bed table for the hospital bed.

The uncle held the little figure he had just carved in his hand and laughed out loud.

"Uncle, it's time to eat, and I'll play later." I tentatively put away the wooden carving figure in his hand.

"Huihui."

Uncle said.

"Yes, I know, but what does Huihui mean exactly?" I silently helped my uncle put the wood carving figure on the small bed table and began to feed it.

That's right, except for the two sounds of "Huihui", the uncle will never make any other sounds.

"How long has it been like this?" Haruka-chan choked up.

She's crying?

I looked back curiously, not only Haruka-chan, but also Grandma Meng Meng wiped her tears vigorously.

"Huihui."

The uncle picked up the wood carving figure again.

"Yes, Huihui, can you swallow the food in your mouth before you speak?" I had to take the wood carving figurine down from my uncle again. 8090

"Who painted the painting on the wall?" Haruka-chan's eye circles are red, and her heart is probably blocked.

"Uncle."

I replied without thinking.

The uncle is indeed a little mentally ill, and when he starts his illness, he will scream "Hui Hui" and "Hui Hui", and then frantically paint a portrait of a young girl on the wall of the ward, with long legs and a thin waist, exuding a honey-like smell.

The hospital didn't think about washing away the portrait of the girl on the wall, but soon after, the uncle would fill the ward again, and finally had to give up.

After the portrait of the girl filled the ward, the uncle unlocked another skill, and he actually knew how to carve wood.

Every day, several wooden figurines are carved, exactly like the girls painted on the wall.

It's just that it's changed from flat to 3D.

"Huihui."

The uncle said, holding up the wooden carved figure.

Haruka-chan and Grandma Meng Meng cried and cried, laughing for some reason, and finally left the ward together.

Through the window of the hospital room, I could see that my parents were crying with them.

It's weird, but I'm really not interested in looking into something related to my uncle.

"Huihui."

Uncle said.

"Okay, eat."

I continued to feed.

......

......

......

Mom and Dad and Grandma Meng Meng, Yao-chan talked a lot outside the ward, and three generations of people who were completely unrelated in age could talk so well, which I didn't expect at all.

Yao-chan is separated from her parents by a generation gap, and by a gap of four or five generations with Grandma Mengchen, it is incredible that she can talk together!

"Huihui."

Uncle said.

"Are you full?"

The food in the lunch box bottomed out.

"Huihui."

"......" I smiled self-deprecatingly and packed my lunch box.

Ask him if it works? Anyway, the uncle will only speak this one sound.

The silence was broken by loud sirens, and alarm lights flashed in the hospital.

It's a level of alert!

Erosion is here again! Non-combatants must take shelter in underground bunkers.

I looked back at my parents, one of them was holding Grandma Mengmeng, and the other was carrying Yao-chan.

So I should bring my uncle.

"Uncle, you're going to run away!" I picked up the wooden figure and motioned for me to carry him.

When the erosion struck, he would automatically climb up, because I had a girl's wood carving in my hand.

But this time, he didn't.

He sat in his hospital bed and looked out the window.

The sun was obscured by erosion, and it was dark outside the window.

The screams of people being devoured kept coming.

"Xiao Ke, run!"

Parents shouted outside.

"Okay!"

I couldn't care so much, so I forcibly picked up my uncle and ran out of the ward.

The uncle cried out weakly, he was too haggard to exert any strength at all, and I didn't even feel any pain at all.

"Boom!"

The wind howls,

The windows of the hospital room were as shattered as confetti and spilled all over the floor.

I was swept to the ground by the strong wind, but fortunately, I was not injured and my uncle was safe.

The sweet aroma of honey gradually permeated through the window.

It's a smell like never before in the survival block!

I looked up in horror, but what I saw was ......

It was a young girl, exactly like the one the uncle had drawn on the wall.

She...... Who the hell is it?

I originally thought that the girl drawn by my uncle only existed in her imagination......

"I'm here to pick you up. Engraving. ”

The girl walked slowly.

"Huihui."

Uncle said.

She...... Is it Huihui? I was enlightened.

Huihui is a girl's name, and the uncle has been muttering about it for so many years.

"Can't! Can't let him pass! "Parents banged frantically on the door, but they couldn't get in.

Black erosion seeped into the ward from the window, and the ward became a sea of black.

If it weren't for the shouts of my parents coming from one side, I wouldn't even be able to tell the way.

But that's the end of it.

Under the strong aroma of honey, I lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Uncle stood up, it's a miracle!

In a trance, I seemed to see a picture that was absolutely impossible.

There was only one dry well left in the whole world, and the boy stood in front of the well and opened his arms to the girl.

The girl choked back tears and let the boy embrace him.

The moment the picture disappeared, I saw that the boy had become an uncle, but the girl was still the same girl, and she was waiting for him to throw herself into her arms.

“......”

I saw a lot of them, very incredible.

Dr. Meng looked like when he was young, he was an old acquaintance with his parents, and there were many, many more.

These...... It's a dream!

The uncle and the girl fell into the black erosion together, and the erosion left the survival block like a low tide.

The loss was very small, only the loss of the uncle was a living person.

After that, the black erosion disappeared and never returned.

The earth is alive again.

Finally, one day, I figured out that if my uncle was the one who fought against erosion with Dr. Meng back then, my parents must know the truth.

One dark and windy night, I went to ask my dad about my uncle.

Dad silently lit a cigarette and sighed to engrave his story...... Speaking of which, the words are long.