AT81: Book of the Past

Mist morning, Mercy Grace Cemetery. ( Reading the best experience is all in [])

The smooth marble tombstone was hung with dewdrops, winding down the pitch-black monument surface, dragging out clear water marks and dripping down.

Song Jiu's face was solemn, he burned a pile of paper money, burned incense, and bowed respectfully.

In the middle of the tombstone is engraved the seal word "Jiang River", and the year of birth and death is engraved at the bottom right, there is no photo, no porcelain statue, no life.

The sister and brother chatted all night last night, to be precise, Song Yao has been talking, Song Jiu has been listening, from the beginning of the catastrophe to the day of the reunion, zero and zero are always chattering, until the east lights up the white belly of the fish, and then stop talking. In fact, Song Yao can not tell much, in three years, she slept for three winters, and almost all the narratives revolved around the first half year.

From midsummer to August, to bitter winter.

Song Jiu always thought that he had gone through ups and downs in the past three years, and he had enough blood and tears to precipitate, and after listening to his sister's one-night narration, he suddenly found that he was still extremely lucky. How to put it, maybe there are not many emotional bonds, so the separation of life and death becomes less painful.

Song Yao traveled from the ancient city to Shanxi, the Gobi Desert and then to the ocean, and during this time period, Song Jiu has been wandering in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region. He was studying in Beijing, and the foothills of the imperial city did not fall until the end of October, and many troops were stationed in the early days, although they were defeated and retreated, but they also survived for several months, leaving a large number of survivors with the opportunity to flee in all directions. When Song Yao was trapped in the China Zun Mansion for a while, Song Jiu had just met Mengfan, ended his solitary years, and began to gather people to flee to the mountains.

At that time, everyone was passing by, with each other, with life and death; Or a glance, or a turn; After many years, it is difficult to see each other again.

Song Jiu thought that he had already tempered his heart of stone, but when he saw the cold tombstone in front of him, his nose still involuntarily soured. Three years ago, what kind of faith did this young man of his age sustain him to return to the ancient city alone with a sleeping girl in the bitter winter?

"When my eyes light up again, I see him who has been sleeping for a long time, can you understand my mood at that time?"

Last night, when Song Yao asked this sentence with red and swollen eyes, Song Jiu couldn't help but burst into tears, who could understand? Except for Song Yao herself, no one can understand it. For Song Yao, the last glimpse in her memory was the 100-meter-high snowy sky, and she said to him, "Wait for me." However, Jiang He didn't wait for her, and he also glanced at her in a hurry, separating yin and yang.

Song Yao also had a fluke, since she and Lu Qian were able to wake up after the cold winter, why couldn't Jiang He? She persevered, collapsed, and hysterical, it was useless, the liver and intestines of the living could not save the lost life, the body that had never been strong was still cold after all, his heart stopped beating, he no longer breathed, like those companions who fell on the way, he walked lightly, could not catch up, could not grasp firmly.

He was lucky, at least he was able to return to his homeland.

He was unlucky, and there was only one night between the two.

Ming Junwei told Song Yao that Jiang He was still full of hope when he was dying, he firmly believed that his Yaoyao would wake up, and he struggled to freeze the last picture of his life in those open eyes...... But after all, he can't compete with the rapid passage of vitality, the endless night and the dawn of the morning are separated in an instant, a pair of eyes open, a pair of eyes closed, the stars shift, the vicissitudes of life.

Song Yao did not disappoint Jiang He, she survived, walked out of grief, found the cemetery closest to the starting point, and buried him.

Song Yao knew that he was a lively person, so she filled in a lot of empty mounds beside him, so that the partners who had walked side by side could still join hands under Jiuquan, she wanted to build a well-dressed mound, but in addition to memory, there was no evidence in the world that those companions had come.

Spring breeze and summer rain, autumn to winter, year by year, one year old, the grass in the deserted city is three feet long, and people's hearts are empty for several years?

The dead have died, and the living still need to live.

After a night of catharsis and untying many knots, Song Yao suddenly felt relieved, standing in front of the monument, her heart was no longer only sad, but a little warm.

The morning light poured down, reflecting on the stone monument, the golden light was dazzling, and the figures were hazy.

"Let's go back."

"Okay."

……

Roundabout, fan bar.

One-Eyed and Four-Eyed were sitting on the side and talking about something, the hall was very quiet, the big yellow dog curled up in front of the door to bask in the sun, the tanuki cat led a litter of cat cubs to sleep in the arms of the yellow dog, people came and went, everything was as usual.

The Song family sisters and brothers walked into the bar side by side, and it happened that Yinuo ran down from the second floor, still holding two rice bowls in his hands, stirring and mixing in front of the mascot at the door. Yinuo saw that the faces of the two were not very good, and he didn't say much, so he said hello and ran to the seafood restaurant, the chef Niangjia was preparing breakfast, Yinuo had nothing to do, and planned to learn the craft, and eat by the way.

"Brother Jiu."

"Yaoyao."

Five Eyes called the two of them over in unison, and looking at their expressions, they seemed to be talking about something very serious.

"Didn't get a good rest?" Ming Junwei saw that both of them had dark circles under their eyes, sighed, and said, "Go make up for sleep, let's talk about it at noon." ”

"Out of the way." Song Yao shook her head lightly and said curiously, "Is something wrong?" ”

"Not yet, but not yet." Ming Junwei pointed at Liu Yan and Song Jiu, and said, "Your brother has a lot of information in his hands, but we have had less activities over the years, and the intelligence has lagged behind a lot. ”

"How?" Song Yao asked.

"Those people in the Gobi Desert." Ming Junwei kept his cigarettes and alcohol in his hand, pursed his lips, and said, "The ambition is not small." ”

Ming Junwei and Liu Yan talked about many things, including the changes in their previous camp, and one of them aroused Ming Junwei's interest, that is, the "living corpse painting circle" that the chef Niangjia and the others speculated.

"Living corpse" is a new term that has been circulating in the mouths of survivors in the past two years, Ming Junwei They were once in the center of the storm, and they know more about the so-called "living corpse", not to mention anything else, Song Yao and Lu Qian are the first two injections. After that winter, everything seemed to settle down, the walking corpses continued to wander, the survivors continued to struggle, the establishment and the RA who had set off the stormy waves gradually faded from everyone's memory, civilization began a long process of rebuilding, scattered survivors were struggling to adapt to the new environment and rules, in addition to the threat of the walking dead, the biggest problem became the competition for resources.

As far as Ming Junwei knows, in addition to the roundabout and Gaoyangbu, there are at least two or three survivor camps in this area, but there is little contact with each other, and they are all living in their own ways, as long as there is no conflict, it is the greatest harmony. In this situation, few people focus on things other than survival, for the rumors, Ming Junwei doesn't care much, he knows that those people in the Gobi Desert are very dangerous, so he chooses to avoid it, everyone is safe, no one should make a fuss. However, Gao Yang, who lives in the same city, can't stand the loneliness, he tries his best to take the initiative to get in touch with the living corpses who wander in various regions, and successfully sells himself to join this new third group.

As for the purpose of those people in the Gobi Desert, Ming Junwei and they still know nothing, and they have never received the truth and answer. The catastrophe of the walking corpse that broke out three years ago is very similar to the catastrophe of the living corpse that is about to befall again, but there seems to be something wrong with it, until Liu Yan threw out the "conjecture of drawing a circle", and Ming Junwei suddenly had an epiphany.

History always repeats itself, dynasties overturned, times changed, and those tide makers who stood at the top always repeated what their predecessors had done over and over again, and they never tired of it.

"So, your judgment is that they divide the area with a purpose, create a stable assembly line by raising pigs, and then snowball around, radiate more places, and finally complete the ......" Ming Junwei scratched his ears, suddenly ran out of words, pondered for a long time, and said tentatively: "Complete the establishment of the empire?" Or how? ”

Liu Yan was noncommittal about this, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's hard to say what will be formed in the end, but as far as I can see, they are really doing this." ”

"Did you have any countermeasures at the time?" Ming Junwei asked.

"I thought of some tricks, but unfortunately it was shattered before I could implement them." Song Jiu took a sip of the bottle he handed over, and sighed, "I was going to send someone to search for other nearby sites first, but I didn't expect them to move so fast. ”

"Contact other captive sites?" Ming Junwei raised his eyebrows, a little curious: "Bloody enough, do it head-on?" ”

"Forced out." Song Jiu said helplessly: "At that time, I had just entered the new camp, and I was close to the mountains and water, which was no worse than your roundabout, how could I be willing to roll up and get out." ”

"That's right, I won't leave if I leave me." Ming Junwei nodded thoughtfully, his eyes drifted to Song Yao, and there was a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

"It doesn't look safe here anymore, live... Those people will not allow the survivor camp to appear in the sphere of influence. "Song wine is a little unnatural, a sister and a brother around him are all so-called injections, and the call of the old 'living corpse' is not appropriate.

After Song Jiu finished speaking, he was cold, this is the actual situation in front of him, the information on both sides is comprehensive, plus there is a Gaoyang over there, it is strange that the roundabout can be in a safe corner.

After a while, Ming Junwei slowly spoke: "Xiao Jiu, you have to make a decision first. ”

"Oh?" Song Jiu raised his eyebrows, immediately understood what he meant, thought for a while, and said, "Intellectually speaking, I don't recommend sticking here, but this place means a lot to you, so I can understand it." After a pause, he glanced at Song Yao, who had a gentle face, and said, "I guess my sister is definitely not willing to give up here, and I, as a younger brother, will certainly not leave my sister and run away by myself." ”

"Xiao Jiu, the situation is different now, you are the leader of the team, so let's consider it in many ways." Song Yao's voice was as soft as ever, and she said softly: "Brother Ming and I have gone back and forth many times in life and death, it is inevitable that they will go the same way through thick and thin, and your team members should also have their own plans, there is no need to be strong." ”

"Don't worry about this, go and stay at will, I never circle people." Song Jiu understood his sister's kindness, and smiled: "My experience in dealing with those people is not as good as yours, but I have also survived in this world to this day, don't underestimate your brother." ”

"Well, since you said so, I won't talk nonsense." Ming Junwei raised the wine bottle and touched it with Song wine, and said with a smile: "Last night was to catch the wind and wash the dust, and today you are officially welcome to settle in the roundabout, and you will be a real family in the future." ”

Song Jiu clinked glasses with him and said with a wry smile: "From today on, I will be the second marshal." ”

"Nope." Ming Junwei said: "This is also what I want to say, next we may have to face their crazy revenge together, you and I are acting differently, we can't run in together in the short term, and your people are still led by you, so that we can give full play to the greatest combat effectiveness." ”

"No opinion, there are not many people left under my hands now" Song Jiu smacked his lips, sighed, and asked, "The decision has been made, so do you have any plans?" The other side moved very quickly, I just entered the city the night before yesterday, they were killed yesterday morning, on the riverbank she obviously lost a lot of manpower, but within two days it was another vote of people, mobility and firepower are much stronger than ours. ”

"Moreover, yesterday they retreated inexplicably, and we didn't run away." Liu Yan added a crucial point at the right time, saying: "With what I know about her, unless there is something more serious to deal with or a new task, she will not give up when she has the advantage." ”

"Speaking of which, I want to ask a question first." Ming Junwei suddenly frowned, and said suspiciously: "You also said something similar yesterday, you ...... Do you know those people well? ”

Song Jiu heard what Liu Yan said to Yangniu in the camp that night, so it was not very strange, and explained simply: "They used to be colleagues. ”

"What?" Ming Junwei and Song Yao's faces changed, and they were shocked.

Liu Yan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his face was as usual, he stared at Ming Junwei for a while, and said lightly: "Actually, we met at the launch base, but you don't remember me." ”

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