"Seeking and seeking to find China happens,

Thirty and nothing can be done.

……

……”

Stand by the wall in front of you and look at the poems framed in black and white. Yang Wuyi was stunned and thought about it a lot.

This is a seven-character quatrain, and the author's signature is a name named Yang Songren. It's a name that most people may never have heard of. Little is known, even if it is occasionally known. I'm afraid it's the same name, not the same person.

This poem is not a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages. It's just an ordinary sentence that can't be more ordinary, and that's all, the only thing worth talking about is perhaps this poem, which is the author of the so-called Yang Songren. I felt it, I wrote it, and that's it.

But for Yang Wuyi, this is probably his parents. Let's stay as a memorable.

Yang Songren is Yang Wuyi's father. It is said that Yang Wuyi was only four years old when he wrote this poem. Yang Wuyi, who was still in his father's arms at the time, didn't know what emotion was or what guilt was. And, what is, nothing can be done.

Even now, he is still a few years away from 'standing', and he still can't understand the feeling when his father wrote these things.

However, looking at this poem at the moment. Yang Wuyi's eyes were a little hazy.

"Mom and Dad, you're still alive, aren't you?"

A gentle sentence is like an expectation for your parents, and it is like a question and answer to yourself. But Yang Wuyi couldn't get an answer.

Gently, frame this verse. Rolled up and placed on the table, Yang Wuyi's eyes were a little firm.

Remember this was the seventh day!

It is also the seventh day of chaos in the world, no matter what the outside world has become. For yourself, for your parents. Yang Wuyi decided that he must live well.

glanced at the watch that he was carrying in his hand, which looked like gold but not gold, and like stone but not stone.

Take a deep breath and head over to the camera you've set up beforehand. Yang Wuyi adjusted his mentality and expression. The Start button is turned on.

camera, the remaining power. It's not much, Yang Wuyi doesn't know, the little power left. Can you still support the things you want to record until you finish recording? Also, upload it to the watch in your hand.

Seven days to come, hydropower. It's all become a luxury! If it runs out, Yang Wuyi. There will be no more way.

"Distinguished Examiners,

I'm number 00463, a film material provider.

Based on the category I chose, here is the first material I provided for this category.

Examiners, please review. ”

Follow the information provided on the watch. Yang Wuyi, after formatting this line, hurriedly turned off the camera. This paragraph, that's enough. Later, it's the real thing, before the real recording begins. Yang Wuyi doesn't want to use up more of the camera's power.

In the moment when the camera was turned off, Yang Wuyi suddenly felt. Unprecedentedly calm, something. Only after you have actually taken that step will you feel that there is no fear.

Of course, the rest. It still takes courage.

Bend over and bow your head. It took two days to pick up the armor that took two days to make. Yang Wuyi slowly put these things on his body with some calmness.

The predecessor of this set of armor was a bamboo mat. In the past two days, Yang Wuyi has used the kitchen knife under him. Slowly divide them and use a strong enough needle and thread. It's tied, and that's what it's like now.

Even if I don't know the protection power, how about it. However, at least it may be able to bring Yang Wuyi a little bit of the safety he prayed for.

On his head, a motorcycle helmet. After the helmet was strapped, Yang Wuyi. He pulled the mask down directly.

hand, a pair of commonly used. Plastic gloves, a thicker thing, Yang Wuyi really can't find it. However, these plastic gloves are just right, and they have a bit of protection. It doesn't affect the movement.

On the legs, knee pads. On the feet, military boots!

This is Yang Wuyi's full set of equipment.

And, of course, the kitchen knife. Although, after two days, it is no longer as sharp as before. However, it is Yang Wuyi. The most important weapon left to yourself.

After everything was done, Yang Wuyi stared at the only gate of his house that could go out. There hasn't been any movement for a long time.

The door is just a simple security door. There is only one layer, Yang Wuyi knows. The moment I open this door, 'it' should be. Just rush in.

Who is 'it'?

Yang Wuyi remembers it clearly, although it is not particularly familiar. However, it is also a neighbor that has been with itself for two or three years. There have been fifty brushes of shoulders, although only a few polite words in the occasional time, but there is always a bit of fate.

On the first day of the seven days, the moment Yang Wuyi opened the door. I saw 'it' bite off his daughter-in-law's neck and gnaw it little by little. At the moment when Yang Wuyi appeared, his blood-red and cold eyes. And that crazy gesture.

Yang Wuyi, quick response. Almost 'it' invaded his side.

Still, Yang Wuyi. I've been listening to the chewing sound of 'it' at the door for two days. Later, Yang Wuyi looked through the cat's eye, probably knowing that he was in the house. 'It' still not gone. Just standing there cold.

Just now, Yang Wuyi went to see it again.

Compared to yesterday's 'its' body, it has rotted a lot. The eyes are a lot grayer again. The belly is still so big, and since I ate the whole person, I have always felt like I am pregnant. If Yang Wuyi hadn't made up his mind, he would never come out of the door again. No one knows if 'it' will stand here until it's old. Or, to die?

"They're already dead, I'm afraid only the only thing that will be active or not, this standard." Yang Wuyi once told himself this, conclusion. He still stands, and he still moves.

Get everything ready, Yang Wuyi put the camera. Aim at the gate! I wanted to turn it on, but suddenly I felt that something was wrong. It's not that Yang Wuyi was scared in this moment. Afraid! Compared to himself who is about to starve to death, all this is probably nothing, right?

The camera is slightly mentioned as a preoccupation. Yang Wuyi took two steps back and glanced at it, but still shook his head gently.

"It's so close, I'm sure I'm going to dodge when 'it' rushes in. If he hits the camera, he won't be able to shoot it. ”

The camera was taken back a little bit.

"If it's too far, will it be unclear?"

Yang Wuyi was a little hesitant. He wasn't a professional photographer and didn't think about all the lighting issues like angles.

The only thing he wanted to do was put together what would happen next. It's completely recorded. That's all!

Finally, Yang Wuyi found a feeling for himself. Where it was passable, I put the camera over. It only now did he realize that he didn't have to be facing the door, as long as he could record things in.

Turn on, click on the video, Yang Wuyi. On the starting key, the finger lingers for a long time. Finally, the moment the camera started running. Firmly towards the door, walked over!