By the time Ding Chen got dressed and rushed down from the upstairs to rescue his clothes, the rain was already falling as if someone had poured down with a basin. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info at a glance is water between heaven and earth, which is even more terrifying than online texts.

Ding Chen's sense of direction and distance is good, and his movements are fast enough, but even so, when he ran back to the building with his re-wet clothes, his whole body was dripping, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

After running into the door, Ding Chen stopped to catch his breath, and by the way, he missed the short coat that he used as a stretcher, the coat was a spare piece in the evacuation cabin, an authentic military product, not only warm, but also waterproof and breathable.

There were so many things yesterday that he had forgotten about it, and he would have to ask someone where the garment had been thrown in.

While he was thinking wildly, he looked up to see Carlo walking out of a room next to the dining room in a foggy state. Seeing Ding Chen standing in the hallway, she was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pulled the clothes draped on her body, and then looked at the clothes that were still dripping in Ding Chen's arms and suddenly said, "Are your clothes wet?" ”

"yes." Ding Chen reached out in annoyance and wiped the rain from his head. In the crackling sound of water droplets falling on the ground, he looked at the clothes in his hand and said distressedly: "What the hell is this weather!" ”

Carlo smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me, I'll dry it in the dining room in a while, it's relatively hot when I cook, and I should be able to do it in the evening." ”

Ding Chen didn't have any other way, so he thanked Carlo first, handed her the clothes that were still dripping, and then watched Carlo walk back to the restaurant with his clothes.

Looking at Carlo's back, Ding Chen suddenly regretted a little, he should have taken the initiative to accompany Carlo to send clothes in just now, and it would not be good to chase him at this time.

Then he heard someone behind him cough softly, and when he turned his head, he saw Daddy standing at the door of another room looking at him.

Ding Chen hurriedly said hello, looked at the water in his body, and did not pass.

Dad looked like he had just gotten up, only wearing knee-length pants, shirtless, nodding to Ding Chen with a straight face and saying, "This rain looks like it's going to rain for a day, and you can't get out of this weather anyway." It's still early, so let's go back to our room and go to bed! ”

No matter how dull Ding Chen was, he knew that someone had ordered him to evict the guests, so he nodded hurriedly, said goodbye to his father in a good manner, and returned to the room to continue to sleep on his head.

Sure enough, just like Dad said, the rain didn't stop falling, Ding Chen woke up, and the rain was still falling. It wasn't until noon that it was a little smaller.

After Ding Chen finished his routine workout, he took a shower with cold water. Back in the dining room, he exchanged the wild boar he had on his books for lunch with Carlo for a plate of vegetables and four steamed buns.

The fifty catties of pork he got didn't seem like much, but even if Ding Chen was allowed to eat it himself, it would be enough for him to eat for more than ten days. In fact, Ding Chen has not been short of meat for most of the past three years, and he often needs to worry about how to supplement carbohydrates and vitamins.

There aren't many people like him who are losers. Most of the people in the apartment dragged their families with their families. Usually there are more opportunities to eat food than meat, of course, no one will exchange the meat that is not easy to get in exchange for steamed buns, in fact, even Carlo thinks that he is a bit wasteful in doing this.

Ding Chen didn't think there was anything wrong with exchanging meat for steamed buns at all, not to mention that Carlo felt that he had suffered a loss, and he helped him process it for free.

Sitting in the dining room with steamed buns dipped in leftover vegetable soup, and after eating all the food that Carlo brought to him, Ding Chen hiccuped with satisfaction, feeling that this was a happy life in the last days.

Carlo didn't quite understand where Ding Chen's happiness came from, so he poured him a glass of fruit wine for free, and said curiously: "Only you think that steamed buns are better than meat." ”

"You don't understand that." Ding Chen explained to her very seriously the preciousness of things like steamed buns. Before the end of the world, it was called a big killing weapon, and if it was put in the end times, it would be even more valuable.

Carlo laughed at him, "I know that food is hard to come by now, but there are so many things to eat, why are only steamed buns priceless." And how did steamed buns become a big killer again? How hard does this have to be? ”

"If you want to say you're young, you don't understand." Ding Chen said in an old-fashioned manner: "As the old saying goes, two steamed buns are a set of steamed buns...... Yes! Why don't we talk about the big killer! ”

Ding Chen's eloquence was given, and he took out his skills when he was a little girl on the Internet when he was in school, and told Carlo about "a bloody case caused by steamed buns".

Carlo usually tells stories to others, and it is rare to hear people tell her, so she listens to the beginning and the end with great interest, and then points out very solemnly, "Didn't you say that the heroine ate that steamed bun in the first place?" Why did half a steamed bun come out later? ”

"Huh." Ding Chen scratched his head, and said in his heart, why didn't I notice it at the beginning? "Shouldn't the details be overlooked at times like these?" He said awkwardly.

Carlo didn't think much of it, and didn't ask, but commented mercilessly: "It's a bad story." ”

Ding Chen felt that he had been hit by tons and was continuing to lose blood, so he drank the fruit wine and went back to his room.

In the afternoon, the torrential rain finally had a brief pause. The people in the apartment hurried up and held a funeral for Zhang Wei in the drizzle, with the current weather, it would be troublesome if he didn't bury him.

No one invited Ding Chen to this funeral, so he didn't attend either.

The cemetery here is not far from the apartment, just across the road from each other. When the weather is nice, you can see the cemetery from the upper floor.

However, Ding Chen was not able to enjoy this treatment at this time. The misty drizzle kept going, and there was too much water vapor wafting between the sky and the earth, and everywhere was gray. He could only faintly hear faint cries coming from the other side of the road.

Ding Chen stood at the window for a while, feeling the sadness coming from afar, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart. To be honest, after joining the army, he thought about his death more than once, but he never thought that he would run to such a strange place, and it seemed that it was very likely that he would die in such a daze.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and took out a slender cloth bag from the large bag on the ground, and pulled out a bamboo flute from it. I carefully wiped it with a soft cloth stuffed in the cavity of the flute, pasted the flute membrane, and the horizontal flute began to play on the lips.

This is a piccolo in E key, Ding Chen uses the fingering of the middle palace tune, the flute is strong, and with the music played, it also looks desolate and distant.

To be honest, Ding Chen's artistic cells are not very good, at most they are not out of tune. But thanks to his huge lung capacity and flexible and powerful fingers, although there is no amplification equipment, the sound of the flute also penetrates the heavy mist and spreads far away.

Carlo stood beside his father and watched Liu Chi and the others shovel soil on the coffin with a spade. I was thinking about whether to go over to comfort Zhang Wei's family, when I suddenly heard a faint sound of music in the distance, so I couldn't help but listen carefully.

After listening for a while, the sound of the flute stopped. She looked up at her father beside her and said softly, "Is it Ding Chen?" ”

Of course, she didn't have the skills of an unpredictable prophet, and the method of elimination was used here, and since no one had ever played an instrument in the apartment, it was natural that she was a newcomer.

"Remember that guy from the old days?" Daddy didn't turn his head to look at her, stared at the gradually rising dirt on Zhang Wei's coffin, and whispered, "I don't want to see you repeat Dai'er's tragedy." ”

Carlo paused for a moment, looked at his father, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it again. She is not Ye Dai, it is impossible for her to know that there is a flame in front of her that can burn herself, and she still has to plunge into it. So she could only stare at Zhang Wei's coffin silently, not saying or moving, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, the flute sounded again, this time to another tune, but it was as clear and long as the flute.

Ye Dai, who had been standing silently on the periphery of the crowd, looked at the crowd that began to talk because she heard the sudden sound of the flute, and frowned slightly. She had already seen that Ding Chen was special, but for the apartment, it was not necessarily a good thing to take in such a special person, and it couldn't stand the toss here.

So Ye Dai began to think very seriously about whether to suggest to her father to drive Ding Chen away. And what is going to be done to get him out.

After blowing two tunes in a row, Ding Chen's mood finally became better, he carefully put away the bamboo flute, looked at the rain and fog outside the window, and hummed softly.

Canghai laughs

The tide on both sides of the strait

Ups and downs follow the waves

The sky laughs

The tide of the world

God knows who loses and who wins

Jiang Shan laughed

Smoke and rain are far away

How much do you know about the red world when the waves sweep away the red earth

Qingfeng laughs

It's lonely

There is still a night photo left of pride

Cangsheng laughed

No more loneliness

Pride is still smiling infatuately