591 The sour water of the heart
In the entire Yaoyang base, the lack of materials has approached the critical value, Wu Simiao is a complete Adou, and ordered all the gasoline and diesel that can be collected to be supplied to the generators of the rich man, and now the weather is so cold that people die, and no one is willing to risk being frozen to death, and run outside the base to find gasoline.
Therefore, most of the cars in the entire Yaoyang base have been frozen, and Liu Yi's family has been moving to the Hexi villa area one after another in the past few days, but Liu Yi's family has a large population, and they can't move at all in one day, and their car has long been frozen, and young people can also walk from Hedong to Hexi on foot, but the old ones can only be dragged by board cars.
Who knows, Liu Shasha's grandfather didn't survive this harsh winter, and it didn't work when there was still electricity in Hedong, it was Liu Shasha who had been instilling energy into him, but the natural cycle of heaven and earth, people have to die of old age, even if Liu Shasha has the ability to come back to life, it can't stop her grandfather from being listed in the book of life and death of the king of Hades.
In the past few days, the Liu family has almost moved, leaving Liu Shasha's grandfather, as well as a few young adults, materials and old people, who were dragged by the Liu family with several large board trucks, and several layers of thick quilts were spread on the board trucks, and the old people were also wrapped in bed after bed quilts, and there were several hot water bottles stuffed in the quilts.
Liu Shasha and her grandfather were not in good spirits since the day before yesterday, Liu Yi and the others hurried to hurry, just thinking about sending the old man who was about to die to Hexi as soon as possible, but halfway through, Liu Shasha's grandfather's board car broke down, and it was freezing this day, and there was no car, so they could only run forward with people on their backs.
Fortunately, Liu Shasha found Zhang Boxun and wanted to borrow the car of the battle practice and quickly transport her grandfather to the villa group in Hexi, Liu Yi had already burned the hot stove over there and waited, but before Zhang Boxun carried Liu Shasha's grandfather to the side of the battle car, her grandfather hung up.
There was a tragic cry from the bridge, An Ran held the doll, turned his head to look, goose feathers and heavy snow, mixed with snow particles the size of rice grains, pedestrians on the bridge in twos and threes, carrying huge luggage, leading children and old people, from the east of the river to the west of the river, rickety bodies in the migration.
Not far away, there was Liu Shasha's group of people, crying around an old man who had just lost his breath.
Zhang Boxun hugged Liu Shasha, and Liu Shasha seemed to be crying uncontrollably.
"Let's go."
An Ran, who was in the passenger seat, lightly touched Zhan Lian's arm, it seems that Zhang Boxun can't come back for a while, and they can't spend it on this bridge all the time, let's go back first, and then find a way to inform Liu Yi to deal with Liu Shasha's housework.
Tang Siluo in the back seat, her white fist tightly pinched the skirt of the evening dress, she turned her head to look out of the car window, Zhang Boxun's tall posture, standing on the bridge, and Liu Shasha embraced the picture, the sour water in her heart was bubbling out.
It's like a toy that I've put aside, I haven't played with it for a long time, and I've been thinking about cherishing it lately, but I'm suddenly robbed by someone who doesn't know where it came from.
The car slowly slid past Zhang Boxun's back, Tang Siluo in the car window kept looking at Zhang Boxun and Liu Shasha, the two of them had never separated, but Zhang Boxun never thought about turning back and glancing at Tang Siluo in the car.