The old man cried until the end of the cry was silent, and the tears seemed to have dried up, and he stared blankly at the huge ceiling, sometimes he thought, it should be the sky, and he and his granddaughter were lying on the grass, not in this empty base, guarding the old dull and rigid computer, staring at the piles of symbols and numbers.

In the end, he smiled, it was a bitter smile, laughter turned into crying and crying into laughter, the taste of which may only be understood by himself, the two of them stumbled and put on their clothes, Xiaocao still did not have any expression, after quickly getting dressed, he stood beside the old man like this, until the old man put on his clothes, Xiaocao then said: "Wang Chao has unified Huaxia, you said, only Huaxia people and Miss match, although this crisis is global, but our goal has been in Huaxia, the previous 13209, He was killed by another person, and that person was Zhang Fusheng. ”

"Zhang Fusheng!" The old man kept repeating the name, and finally turned into a heavy shake, as if he was saying to Xiaocao, and more like saying to himself: "The name of the Zhang family has been passed down in my ears for nearly seventy years, and I knew this family the moment I was born, but this has nothing to do with us, Zhang Fusheng is powerful because he has the Zhang family as his backer for a hundred years, and Wang Chao is different." ”

The old man said: "This No. 618 can feel the power of this mutation from the beginning, and he is the first when everyone is not aware of it!" Four years ago, the red dot was sharply reduced to 10 million, and three years ago, there were only 10,000 left in this red dot, and two years ago, there were only a few thousand red dots left in this place, and a year later, there were only a few hundred red dots left in this place.

Now, there's only one red dot.

Xiaocao knows that after four and a half years, the zombie crisis that the old man has exhausted all his life is finally going to end here, and the curtain is drawn, because the most suitable person has been found, this person is none other than Wang Chao, since twenty years ago, since the day the young lady got sick, the old man began to try various methods, but all failed, Xiaocao is also a method that the old man tried, but it also failed.

Strictly speaking, Xiaocao has only been in this world for seven years, but she has inherited all the memories of Miss, her appearance, and every detail of her body, but what the old man can't do is to let this Xiaocao have feelings, but Xiaocao with feelings, even if she has Miss's memory, will she become the granddaughter of the old man?

Xiaocao doesn't understand this question, and the old man doesn't understand either, so can this experiment be successful?

The old man looked at the flickering red dots, propped his hands on the computer table, and then said: "I am over seventy years old this year, although I can barely maintain my life, but even if I can live, it is impossible to continue scientific research, what is the difference between such a life and not being alive, I just want to hold Hua'er's hand at the end and look at the sky with her!" ”

This sentence gave Xiaocao a great touch, Xiaocao looked at this person, familiar and unfamiliar, familiar because he had all the memories of Miss that is, Hua'er, she remembered that when she was a child, her grandfather held her hand and walked on the green lawn, the wind was beautiful, there were a lot of butterflies flying around, the flower picked a flower, and quietly inserted it in Grandpa's hair, Grandpa pretended not to see it, and the funny flower lay on the grass, and then Grandpa also lay down, and then looked at the white clouds fluttering in the sky.

"What's on the outside of the clouds?" Flower asked.

"It's the universe!" Grandpa replied.

Hua'er shook her head, and then said, "No, there is also grass behind the clouds, and there are people behind us who are lying on the grass like us, looking at the clouds in the sky!" ”

This scene appeared in Xiaocao's dream more than once, but Xiaocao didn't understand, grandpa was right, behind the clouds is the universe, how can it be grass? Xiaocao didn't know that this scene, which always appeared in her dreams, was the origin of Xiaocao's name, and it was also the only wish of the old man in his life, that is, to hold hands with the flowers again and lie on the grass and look at the grass behind the clouds.

For this seemingly simple dream, the old man did not hesitate to sacrifice two-thirds of the world's people, just to find the most suitable and suitable candidate among more than a billion people, this person must not reject this mutant virus, which many people can do, this person must be strong, and he cannot die for various reasons in the final process, but only a small number of people can do it.

This person's cells must be strong enough, strong enough to leave his body, and he can survive alone, and this is something that only Wang Chao can do, among more than a billion people, only Wang Chao has done it, the old man is happy but disappointed, fortunately because, in the end, there is finally a person who can participate in his final operation, disappointed that only this one person, he can't fail, if he fails again, he will no longer have the ability to realize that wish.

"Bring him back." The old man's words were not the slightest emotion, as if he had also become an emotionless person. 、

Xiaocao knew what the old man was going to do, and also knew that if Wang Chao was brought back, then Wang Chao would never go back, the only time, Xiaocao questioned the old man's words, and the only time, Xiaocao Jue didn't want to do what the old man said. "What are you doing here?" The old man said: "Don't hurry up, your strength is enough to bring him back, I'll give you two months, understand!" ”

"Understood!" After a short hesitation, the body's function answered for Xiaocao, Xiaocao was created by the old man, she had no way to refuse any request from the old man, this became Xiaocao's instinct, turned around, and Xiaocao left this place.

The old man pushed the door and walked in, and in a large glass jar, a young girl was immersed in it, looking exactly the same as the grass, no need to ask, this is the body of the grass, the flowers, the flowers have been floating in this container for eighteen years.

Eighteen years, if you compare it to this planet, it is simply fleeting, but for the old man, it is a sea of life.