No matter what you do now, some things can never be recovered, let alone turn back, and you need to vent your depression. When she was very young, her mother told her that she should study hard, grow up to be a capable person, and live this life peacefully, she will be satisfied.

Lu Ziming has been doing what his mother said, and silently told himself in his heart that when he grows up, he must let his parents live a good life and never suffer again.

But this qiē disappeared, and he secretly cried, swearing in front of his parents' graves that he would not let them down.

Standing in front of the grave of his parents outside the village, he has already been a person and a person, and the original promise has long been impossible to fulfill, and he is still alive, will his parents sigh in the spirit of heaven?

He couldn't hear the whispers of his parents in his ear, and the appearance of his parents in his mind was still so kind, everything had changed, would his parents blame him for not studying hard? He was powerless to change anything, so he could only bear it silently.

"Knock, knock, knock", kneeling in front of the grave, the mountain wind blowing through the weeds on the grave, looking at the towering mountain, tears swirling in the eyes again, but he didn't dare to cry, for fear of being seen by his parents of his weakness.

"Mom, Dad, are you okay? My son has come back to see you,...... The world has changed, have you seen it?...... , what should I do, I'm so tired......"

I don't know how long it took, but I remembered Wang Zhao's voice in my ears: "Lu Ziming, it's not early."

"Don't care about ......me!" the words came to his lips and swallowed back raw.

"Little pig, live well, you are the hope of the family......", Lu Ziming's mother's nagging words sounded in his ears. There is hope in living, what is the meaning of living without hope, living! Every minute and every second is fighting against fate, although it is just a simple life, but you can make yourself feel the expectation of your mother.

Wiping away his tears, he was as calm as before, Lu Ziming had long forgotten what joy was and what pain was, even when he was holding the key high school notice, standing in front of his parents' grave, knowing that his parents could no longer laugh with him and share joy with himself, he had changed since then.

"Let's go into the village. ”

As soon as he walked to the door of the stockade, his eyes flashed, and a zombie rushed out of the wooden house next to him and appeared in front of Lu Ziming with the breath of death.

Familiar figure, blurred face, in an instant, he saw a familiar scene, after being stunned, Lu Ziming instinctively stretched out his hand to pinch the neck of the zombie, as long as he exerted his strength, this qiē can be over.

But he couldn't use his strength at all, this was a place he was familiar with, and the zombie in front of him had hugged him, played with him, hunted in the mountains together, and distributed the best food to himself, but now he no longer knows him.

Is this what he wants to see? Lu Ziming looked at the zombie in front of him blankly, the zombie waved his arms, and his foul-smelling arms dangled in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

Lu Ziming felt a burst of weakness, his arm was trembling, shaking, and his throat made a "cooing" sound like a zombie, "Why? Is this qiē real?"

Time is losing minute by minute, the strength of the arm seems to be drained all of a sudden, stiff and unconscious, time seems to be frozen, and I want to hear the once familiar calling .......

The wind blew through Lu Ziming's cheeks, if you carefully observe his eyes at this time, you will find a different reflection, it is a happy memory, no sadness, no pain, laughter and chase, a naïve child with a wooden sword in his hand and others fighting, there is a loving gaze and a gentle family .......

"Why? Why do you have to let yourself see this qiē", is it a mistake for me to come back, and the unbearable pain pierces my heart like a sharp blade, disturbing my thoughts.

"Bang" a gunshot pulled Lu Ziming back to reality.

"Uncle...... why?" Lu Ziming lowered his arm weakly, the relatives in front of him were so close, but he felt the double heaven of life and death, "I will definitely avenge you and find out the murderer behind the virus!"

I seem to hear someone calling out my milk name again: "Little pig, are you back?"

Lu Ziming couldn't help but take a step back, "Are you in a trance?" I always thought that I had become strong, but my heart was still as fragile as ever, like a seemingly hard glass, cracked when I knocked it lightly.

"Go in, I'll be quiet outside!" "I can't face the tragic situation in the mountain village, and I can't kill the people who have become zombies, so I can only choose to escape.

Wang Zhao seemed to understand his feelings, and pouted at Qin Feng and Hu Wei next to him, and the two rushed into the mountain village in a flash.

There are no more zài survivors in the mountain village, and even then he is unwilling to accept the reality he has seen, just like a person who is afraid of the cold and wraps himself in thick clothes.

The trembling hands took out the cigarette case from his arms, but the lighter in his hand could not light the cigarette on his mouth, once, twice, three times, he simply threw the cigarette and the lighter into the ravine, took a deep breath of the cold mountain wind, every cell in the body was trembling, the muscles reflexively jumped and jumped, the blood of the whole body poured into the brain, and the mind was groggy.

I don't know how long it took, Hu Wei and Qin Feng walked out of the mountain gate, "Company Commander Lu, the inside has been cleaned up, and an old man was found in the ancestral hall, do you want to go over and take a look."

Lu Ziming, who was sitting on the stone, seemed to have been stabbed by something, and ran back to the mountain village as if he was crazy, shouting as he ran: "Second master, is it you?"

The family ancestral hall is located on a small hillside, there is no common grandeur and solemnity of the family ancestral hall, but it is dilapidated and long-lasting, the faded two wooden doors are weak to make a "squeak, squeak" sound, a plaque of primary color on the door is written "Lu clan ancestral hall", the whole courtyard is made of irregular mountain stones, it is crawled with all kinds of green plants, in the middle of a tree that does not know how many years has been enveloped the entire family ancestral hall.

Lu Ziming pushed open the wooden door, and was faced with a stone slab on the wall, on which the word "filial piety" was written in a big seal, and there were many flowers, birds, fish and insects carved around, which was already difficult to distinguish.

"Is it a pig?" a faint sigh drifted through the air.

"It's me, little pig", Lu Ziming's eyes moistened, and the familiar voice seemed to have returned to the happy days of childhood all of a sudden.

Lu's ancestral hall is a typical single ancestral hall, very simple, the middle of the main hall is high in the middle of the ancestral shrine of many generations, people in the mountain village no longer remember when the ancestral hall was built, the second grandfather only remembers that he has saved zài when he was a child.