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After a solid night's sleep, I got up with my sleepy eyes rubbed.

The weather seems to be a little cloudy today, but I'm still planning to visit my small farm.

Calling the black cat, I walked out of the house with an elongated shadow.

Obviously, the shadow is not very reluctant. It's normal, whoever has been beaten up a few times outside will huddle in the house and not want to go out.

However, with a black cat, it is still relatively safe. As long as you don't meet sheep.

There was a rare absence of any other shadows outside the house today, probably because of yesterday's rain.

After walking in the direction of the farm for a while, I saw a sheep in the distance.

But the sheep did not find us because He was dead. Judging by the long trail of water around him, it must have been killed by something from yesterday's rain.

As for what, I don't quite know. All I know is walking around the stagnant water.

The sheep stepped on an unusually puddle of stagnant water, struggled to run some distance, and then died on the moor.

In this dangerous wasteland, only a powerful creature like a sheep can survive a moment after being attacked by stagnant water.

When I came to the farm, I first checked it to prevent stagnant water with bad intentions.

Well, no.

Although the wasteland is dangerous, it does not come to people under normal circumstances.

After dispelling the shadows that were hiding in the temporary warehouse on the farm, I began to examine the growth of the crops.

First of all, there is the field of light bulbs - the bulbs are in abundance, and the growth is gratifying, dozens of them are ripe, and there are about a few hundred small filaments popping up, which is very cute.

happily picked a large basin, turned his head to see the black cat with a light bulb in his mouth and grinding his teeth. From time to time, the ravaged bulb burst out with a few crystalline points of light, scattering in all directions.

Well... Forget it, let her go.

Anyway, the light bulb won't run out for a while and a half.

The electrical field did not grow any good things, only some bits and pieces, now I can't look at it, pick it off and throw it back into the field, I can only see if the next stubble can grow some complete electrical appliances.

The material field has not changed much, and even a few steel bars have rusted due to yesterday's rain. I didn't bother to remove the rust either, so Zigen cut things.

Tool field ...... Something seemed to have come, half of the hammer was on the ground, and most of the newly grown broom dustpan was gnawed off.

Judging from their cross-section, it should not be their own black cat or sheep. But I can't think of any other creature that could destroy them like this.

I had no clue but to pick up a mess of tool fields, replant the seeds, and add another fence around the perimeter.

Fence ...... It can only be said that it is not very useful, just to have peace of mind. Earlier, probably when sheep were quite common, the fence could not stop the sheep at all, and they didn't even want to fence at all, and the sheep retreated by themselves as soon as they approached.

Spineless stuff.

I didn't expect the fence to tell me what was shutting my tool field, and I'm thankful they don't mess around with themselves.

I packed the picked light bulbs in a cloth bag stored in the temporary warehouse, called the black cat who had just started napping, and I set off for home.

When I got home, I had just set up the light bulb when I noticed that the cold wave was coming.

The cold moves in the world in a thousand forms, in a thousand ways: like a herd of galloping horses at sea, like a nest of locusts pounced in the countryside, like a sharp blade cutting off the road in the city, and like a swarm of mad ghosts in this wasteland, swarms of people demanding their lives.

How did the cold come so fast today?

I muttered to myself, carefully inspecting every window to make sure they fit perfectly.

I lit the stove and threw the battered broom in it, which was almost useless - it was dying anyway.

The broom wails and may also be calling its dustpan mate. Who knows.

The black cat wasn't there because she had gone out foraging. She is not afraid of the cold.

I boiled a jug of water by the stove, and the crimson water boiled, jumped, and cheered, and as I poured it into my cup, they quickly calmed down.

It's been a habit of mine to drink hot water when the cold spell hits – when did you have that habit?

Some can't remember.

Just as I was holding my glass of water in both hands, I was stunned and thinking, when there was a knock on my door.

Monsters don't knock on doors, they break down doors or walls.

So the person who comes should be a person.

I gently lowered my glass, walked to the door, and pulled a crack.

Outside the room stood a tall black-robed man with a silver bird's beak mask, whose face was completely invisible. The beak part of the beak mask was so long that I was afraid it would poke at my door.

I roughly estimated the height of this uninvited guest, and it should be 1.9 meters.

"I'm having some difficulties, sir." The other said, "Could you please let me take refuge in your house?" You see, it's so cold outside. ”

"Absolutely." I opened the door and welcomed.

There are very few opportunities to meet other people in the wasteland, and besides, the one in front of him is very polite, and he looks like a gentleman at first glance.

The door opened and closed briefly, and the cold took the opportunity to swive in from all directions, scavenging away the little warmth I had in my home.

It's cold.

The visitor shook the cold that clinged to him, and they scattered in all directions, gradually melting away from the heat of the room.

"I'm a doctor." He lifted the wooden cane in his hand. "I'm here to cure the plague."

"Plague? There is no plague here. There are few people in the wasteland, let alone the plague. I said.

"It does. I walked here for a long time, but I didn't find a trace of the plague. "The doctor sat down by the fire consciously, and he seemed to have the cold of many winters, and when he sat by my fire, the fire turned pale in a moment." Not at all. ”

He said so emphatically, as if he was concerned about it.

"Isn't that a good thing?" I shook my head indifferently, "Would you like some water?" ”

He nodded, and I took out another cup and poured him a glass as well.

The doctor looked at the red liquid shaking in the cup and raised his head: "Why is it red?" ”

"Why is it red?" I repeated his words. "Otherwise, what color should it be, green?"

The doctor didn't speak, probably accepting my claim.

Probably.

The doctor didn't touch the glass of water until the end, and sat silently for an hour, and when the cold tide receded, he got up and planned to leave.

"Thank you for taking me in for a while." The doctor seemed to have done it many times, and he performed a complicated etiquette that I couldn't understand. "What's your name, please?"

"Name?" I was stunned.

Name? Do I have a name?

My memory tells me that most people should have a name, and I do have a name. But what is my name?

I don't remember. It was a long time ago when I came to the wasteland, and when no one remembered me, my name lost its meaning.

"I seem to have forgotten my name. But it doesn't matter, I don't need it anyway because I live here. I replied.

"Okay." The doctor's tone sounded a little regretful, "Then we are destined to meet again, my name is ......"

He paused, his voice seemed a little distorted: "I, I... My name...... What's my name......"

"No, how could I forget my name, it's impossible, I remember it not so long ago......" He seemed to become a little crazy, his hands tightly wrapped around his huge bird's beak mask, "I still remember it as a beautiful, harmonious, rich string of ......"

"It looks like our names aren't naturally forgotten." I pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe something has stolen our name." ”

“...... Perhaps. The doctor gradually calmed down, and seemed to accept my speculation, "But it doesn't matter, my goal is to rid the world of the plague, and the name is of no use to me." But I will remember you, and if I have the opportunity, I will repay you. ”

"Little things." I don't care about the Tao. "Which direction are you going to go?"

The doctor thought for a moment, pointed out the door, and said, "I came from that direction." There were some villages, but there wasn't the plague I was looking for. I'm going to go in the other direction, hoping to find a place where the plague exists, so that I can study how to get rid of it. ”

"Hmm." I nodded and watched the doctor leave.

The doctor left, leaving his wooden cane behind.

I thought about it and stuck it in an empty pot.

As far as I can remember, I've been in this hut for a long, long time, and I should ...... Go out for a walk.

I made up my mind that tomorrow I would pack my bags and go out in search of the past, for lost names and memories.

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