Her father believed that any return was predestined.

People go back to a certain place to change and correct things in that place.

Sometimes God grabs us by the back of the neck and throws us back somewhere we have narrowly escaped, in order to enforce His own judgment or to give us a second chance.

So her father explained to her that this was the reason why he could not return to his hometown station after being expelled.

He no longer has the strength to take revenge, to fight, to prove. He had long since needed anyone's confession to him.

He said that every "got" in his past life, or in his entire life, was what he deserved.

In this way, they were destined to be exiled permanently.

Sasha's dad didn't want to fight against fate, it's just that God should have never paid attention to this station.

Their escape plan was like this:

Find a car on the ground that hasn't rotten in years, repair it, refuel it, rush out of the land, out of the place where copper is forbidden for their fate.

But this plan has long since turned into a fairy tale of the Thousand and One Nights.

For Sasha, she still has a way to live, and that way to live is in the vast subway network.

She often made appointments to meet at the bridge, and exchanged repaired equipment, darkened decorations, and moldy books for small amounts of food and ammunition, and had been kindly suggested where she might be better to escape.

As soon as the searchlights of the railcars shone on her hard-lined, somewhat boyish body, they began to exchange glances, greet her, and make promises to her.

The girl was like a wild child, she was vigilant, hiding behind a long sword, watching them with a tense body.

The overly wide men's overalls blurred her presumptuous lines and filled people with reverie.

Her face stained with dirt and motorcycle oil made her blue eyes clearer and brighter, sparkling like that.

Several people looked away from her, unable to make eye contact with her.

The long sword that she always held in her right hand shaved her hair to just reach her slender ears, looking so innocent.

She bit her lip tightly and never smiled.

Because I don't want to cause trouble to my father, because life is already terrible, and there are two patients at home who need to recuperate.

It made Sasha's burden a little heavier.

The unfortunate man's mind spun quickly, and he immediately realized that a small piece of meat was not enough for a wolf, so they tried to buy her with their freedom, but she never responded to them.

At one point, they thought that the girl was mute.

Sasha knew nothing more than that, no matter how much she tried to mediate with them, she couldn't afford to buy two seats on the railcar.

Even if her heart became dirtier than her appearance, she would not be able to buy a way out for her father.

The blurred faces hidden behind the black military gas masks, and the thick nasal tones, prevented her from finding any human features in them.

She couldn't take a liking to them, not during the day, not in her dreams.

So she just put the phone, iron, and teacup on the sleeper, walked away and stood 10 paces away, waiting for the people on the railcar to put away some of the crystals and toss a roll of dried pork on the road.

They deliberately scattered handfuls of bullets in all directions to see how she crawled around collecting them.

The railcar then slowly moves towards the real human world, while Sasha turns and walks home, with mountains of broken instruments, screwdrivers, soldering irons, and an old bicycle that has been converted into a DC generator.

She rode on it, closed her eyes, and imagined herself speeding far, far away, almost forgetting the reality that she had always been where she had never moved.

Her own decision to reject the salvation of others added strength to her.

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While Sasha was out and about, Sue Meng

The sail is doing rehabilitation training in the room. Fun Cabinet

Thinking about getting better as soon as possible and helping Sasha, I can't let a woman take on such a heavy responsibility.

Adama on the side had just finished eating his food and was leaning against the pillar with his eyes closed.

I don't know what kind of dream I was dreaming, my fists were clenched, my brows were furrowed, and after a while, a tear slowly flowed from the corner of my eye.

Sasha ran to the window and opened the blinds to let in the fresh air and timid light.

Beneath the wooden window frames is an endless abyss, filled with a gentle morning mist.

As the first rays of the sun erupted, the fog gradually dissipated.

From the window, you can see not only the canyon, but also the pine-covered mountains in the distance, the green meadows that stretch between the mountains, and the scattered houses like matchboxes and the bell towers like bullet shells.

Every morning was her own time, and she always had a premonition of when the sun would rise, waking up half an hour before it and climbing to the top of the mountain.

From their simple, but well-washed, warm and comfortable huts, a path of bright yellow stones stretched to the top of the hill.

There were always small pebbles rolling down the hill under her feet, and sometimes in just a few tens of minutes, Sasha would fall several times, bleeding from her elbow and knee.

Sasha pondered, wiping the window frame with the sleeve of her dress, which was covered with dew from the night's breath.

If she saw something dark and ominous in her sleep that erased her carefree real life, the first light and cool breeze touching her skin swept away the unpleasantness.

She didn't bother to think about the images that made her unhappy in her nightmares, and now it was important for her to climb to the top of the mountain.

She had to hurry up to the top of the mountain, say hello to the morning sun, and then slide down the trail to go home and prepare breakfast, wake up her father, prepare a backpack for him, and send him on his way.

The next day, her father was hunting, and Sasha was the only one left.

Before dinner, she chased away the slow-moving dragonflies and flying cockroaches in the yellowing light, which was the same color as the lacquered cloth on the walls of the carriage.

She crept on tiptoe through the creaking floor minefield, opened the door slightly, and smiled faintly.

Father hadn't seen that smile on her face in years, and he didn't want to wake her up.

The leg was swollen and unconscious, and the bleeding could not be stopped.

It is said that this kind of bite wound from a stray dog cannot be healed.

Wake her up?

He hadn't been home for more than a day and night, and before heading out for the garage, he decided to make a trip to the plank termite nest, two blocks from the station.

He climbed to the height of a 16-story building, where he lost consciousness.

During that time, she didn't close her eyes for a second.

He thought, just let her sleep well.

He lied and hid everything as if nothing had happened.

How he wondered what his daughter had seen in her dreams.

Why can't he forget everything that happened in reality in his dreams?