acT142: Reunion of the Old Man (Part II) Who would have thought that the ten-member team that left the roundabout two days ago would become such a huge team on the return trip?

Ming Junwei and Wu Wentao's people suffered a lot of losses in the repeated battles, and the number of people on both sides was maintained at half a hundred, and Jin Bo's strength alone was enough to withstand them, not to mention the natives of more than 30 caves.

Ming Junwei's group of people stayed awake all night, now that all the problems have been lifted, the tense nerves have naturally relaxed a lot, and as soon as the spirit is relaxed, fatigue will follow, and the whole team looks a little drowsy, which is completely different from the majestic and high-spirited state when they came.

The transportation of a large number of materials is a problem, in order not to delay the time, everyone can only use horses to carry some of the first, and the rest is directly carried by manpower, after all, Jimbo's car is under the mountain, and it is impossible to drive up directly.

Compared to playing with the walking dead, physical work is nothing, the main force of the three groups of people is composed of men, whether it is a militia group or a ghost guy, the physical strength will not be too bad, and the materials that are carried are all relied on for a living, and no one will complain.

In May, the weather can be hot and cold, especially in the mountains and forests, and the sheep intestine trail is a little obstructive to the journey, because it is a downhill road, and it is also carrying things, so it is naturally not as easy as when going up the mountain.

In addition, the atmosphere of the whole team going down the mountain is very weird, some people are happy and some are sad, and some people are not concerned about themselves, just like a temporary patchwork tour group, indescribably awkward.

Song Yao was worried about her younger brother's condition, so she kept following a few people, Song Jiu walked in the front with the few descendants he had left, Jiao Ziqian was seriously injured and couldn't keep up with their pace, so he was arranged behind.

Coupled with Ying Doudou's relationship, he was treated well, and Jin Bo ordered someone to lift him up on a simple stretcher, which can be said to be the easiest one in the entire team.

Lao Lin and Liu Yan opened the road in front, Luo Yu and Song Yao were on both sides, Song Jiu carried Mengfan's already cold corpse, there was nothing to say all the way, the gun did not drill holes in him, but the gunshot wound was still a gunshot wound after all, so it was inevitable that the wound would burst when he moved forward with weight, and he did not have Song Yao's physique, so he felt that he was starting to struggle after walking half the way, and had to stop and rest.

"Brother Jiu, I'll come." Liu Yan wanted to help him share the pressure in the past, but Song Jiu didn't let him. As a result, the team that opened the way fell to the end and gradually distanced itself from the main army.

"You have to pull yourself together." Song Yao pulled her messy hair behind her ears, sat down beside her brother and said softly, "Mengfan doesn't want you to be depressed either." ”

"No, I'm not depressed." Song Jiu chuckled, playing with the gadgets Luo Yu gave him in his hand, with a rare softness in his eyes.

After being silent for a while, he said calmly: "I'm just uncomfortable, very uncomfortable." Song Yao was slightly stunned, listening to this very bland sentence, but her heart tightened, held his somewhat cold hand, and said softly: "I understand." ”

"She didn't have to die." Song Jiu said very slowly, as if he had to think about every word for a long time, twisting his eyebrows, with great puzzlement.

Song Yao didn't answer, the knot in her heart needed to be untied by herself, and no matter how much others said, it was meaningless. What her younger brother has experienced, she has no way of knowing, compared to the young man in her memory, Song Jiu has changed too much, what kind of impact will it have on him this time?

Song Yao didn't know, and she didn't dare to guess, she still remembered the change of the bald boy, how similar it was, because a bud in her heart withered, and the once smug optimist became a **-type outlaw after being depressed, rampant all the way, crazy all the way, reckless, fearless, and finally lost his life.

"How much do you like her?" Song Yao listened silently for a while, and suddenly asked. Song Jiu blinked, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't even be able to survive the first year." ”

"Then ...... between the two of you" Song Yao hesitated a little, she didn't know much about Mengfan, after all, it had been less than a month since Song Jiu arrived at the island, and there was almost no time to chat about these things.

However, she had heard a lot of gossip from the acne girl, among which Mengfan's staggering openness also surprised her for a while.

Song Yao didn't take it seriously at that time, thinking that the two should belong to a pure ** relationship, or some kind of more detached lover, but later learned that this was not the case.

First of all, Luo Yu's evaluation of her is very unusual, including the chef Niangjia, when it comes to Mengfan, there is no unusual vision at all, although most people are curious about her relationship with Song Jiu, but no one has ever gossiped about anything.

According to Luo Yu and Song Jiu's descendants, if Song Jiu has a woman in his heart, it must be Mengfan, and there will be no one else.

This kind of thing, in fact, is difficult to talk about. It's easy to say if you think it makes sense, and it's tangled up if you can't figure it out. In the current environment, Song Yao and the others have also seen many people who have completely abandoned their inherent concepts, but looking at others and what happened to them are two different things.

As a woman, Song Yao actually feels that Mengfan's attitude to life is very casual, pure and unrestrained.

It seems that she has completely separated her body and soul, and her enviable and beautiful appearance seems to be just a pair of skins that she uses to enjoy all of them, except for the soul, which belongs to Song Jiu alone.

Song Jiu understood his sister's confusion, lit a cigarette, smoked most of it, and said quietly: "Mengfan... is the daughter of the red mother, her own daughter. Song Yao was stunned, and immediately thought of something, and vaguely remembered that when the two sides confronted each other, the woman who held Mengfan hostage seemed to have said a word

"I gave birth to a good girl" like that.

"And I..."Song Jiu smiled miserably and said, "If there is no Mengfan, those bald heads will be my end." Song Yao was stunned, carefully savoring Song Jiu's words, and her expression became a little trance-like.

Song Jiu had a strange smile on his face, and the memories that he had tried to forget forever floated in his mind, and he said lightly: "Mengfan is much cleaner than me." There was no superfluous explanation and answer, it was so simple, and it seemed to be a non-nutritious sentence, but Song Yao understood a lot in an instant.

"Ninety-nine..."Song Yao's eyes were a little complicated, and she muttered. Song Jiu's face was as usual, as if he was talking about some ordinary trivial matters, with memories in his eyes, and said lightly: "What she took me out of happened to be winter, and it was very cold." The sunlight penetrated the canopy of the trees that covered the sky and the sun, and sprinkled some sparse spots of light from the cracks, reflecting on Song Jiu's face, as if the snow had not melted for a long time.

"I learned to walk again, and it took me about two months to start carrying me on my back, and then to support me, mountain roads, roads, snow, ruins, living people, dead people, walking corpses, food, drink, clothing, ......"

"You told me at that time that your brother-in-law took you back to the ancient city from Beijing alone...... You were asleep, maybe I don't know what it was like, but I was awake, I could see, I could hear. ”

"Brother-in-law can fight and kill, guard you, protect you; Mengfan also guarded me, protected me, and used her methods. Song Jiu let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the bright ring in his hand, the corners of his mouth curved an arc, closed his eyes and leaned for a while, got up and said, "Let's go." Song Yao smiled and nodded, the doubts in his heart disappeared, and helped him carry the girl's body and walked down the mountain with him.

…… At the foot of the mountain, dirt trails. A bus with a Henan license plate stopped in the middle of the dense grass, the front and rear doors have been broken, the connection is twisted with wire, barely fixed on the body, the tire body is full of dry yellow mud, the front windshield has a few large spider web patterns, and the dried and blackened blood stains are very conspicuous.

The people who took the lead have begun to carry the materials, the seats on the car are not easy to disassemble, and the broken car has clanged, and they are afraid of making a nest again.

This side is some distance away from the burning place of the mountain fire, which belongs to the side of the mountain, and it will not be affected for a while and a half, but the walking corpses have spread, and Wu Wentao's field staff have found traces of the walking corpses.

A staggering amount of supplies filled the wagons, and a lot of them were tied to the roofs, but there were still a lot of goods left, and the donkeys and horses were so badly overloaded that some people had to free up their hands and feet to carry them all away.

Song Jiu and the others were late, Ming Junwei and they were waiting by the car, seeing the sisters and brothers looking as usual, Ming Junwei put his heart at ease, and estimated that Song Jiu should not have much of a problem.

Although Luo Yu's confidants did not directly participate in the conversation, Song Jiu did not deliberately avoid it, in fact, it was said to everyone, so they also had some understanding of the past, Song Jiu did not have a knot, then they had nothing to worry about, the hanging hearts were settled, and the remaining emotions could only be digested by Song Jiu himself, and others did not need to interfere.

Jin Bo is still quite interested in Song wine, and Lu Qian is worried that he will be unpleasant because he has no heart and lungs, so he secretly informed him of some things.

The young swordsman is not stupid, he has not been in vain in the past few years, and he has no friendship with Song Jiu, so naturally he will not flirt with him in this situation.

"What's the trick?" Ming Junwei shrugged helplessly, and pointed to the pile of goods stacked on the ground: "It's a pity that I threw it away, and I can't move it." ”

"Forget it, I've already brought a lot, don't lose a big one because of a small one." Song Yao didn't have a rut, there was no transportation, and there were walking corpses around, and giving and giving was the right way.

"Why don't you go first, pull it back and come back again." Jin Bo was reluctant to eat this pile of food, gritted his teeth and said: "I took people to look at these things, and if the walking corpse dared to reach out, I would chop them." Several old acquaintances were happy, and the swordsman was still the swordsman, although thousands of corpses were gone.

Liu Yan They still have a way, Song Jiu said in the forest before, planning to find some cars, let the horses go, but now there is a distance from the highway, even if the horse-drawn carts are pulled, someone has to carry the supplies over first, and the problem is here, once they go out first, the walking corpses will definitely come when they hear the sound, and if they fire again, then don't expect to be able to turn back.

The big and small leaders are a little sorry, so many materials, tsk, you can see it, you can't take it away, it's really painful.

Song Jiu sent Mengfan's corpse to the car, asked Ming Junwei for a cigarette and lit it, squinted at the walking corpse staggering over the forest, rolled his eyes, and said, "Can a walking corpse carry a bag?" ”...