Hearing Song Jinhe's refusal words, although there were still some regrets, the many survivors in Building 3 were also content.

Cheng Qianhuai stood in place and looked at Song Jinhe, but she was not surprised that she would make this decision.

Maybe freedom is more important to her, after all, even if she doesn't be the so-called building manager, her right to speak in the building will not be affected in any way.

Song Jinhe left with his own potatoes, and Xu Qingkang was responsible for the distribution of the remaining potatoes.

Everyone excitedly held the potatoes covered with mud, and their hearts were warm, and they couldn't wait to take a bite in their mouths now.

"I'm finally full."

Gao Youyou's red eyes carefully held the potatoes in her arms, which were enough for her and her brother to last for a while.

In the future, if they follow Song Jinhe, they will no longer be starved to death.

At this moment, in the 1801 house, Song Jinhe looked at the potatoes that were dressed to meet the needs of 3 bags of hemp, and his heart was full of joy.

Although she hoarded a lot of vegetables and fruits before the end of the world, once she ate these things, she would no longer have them, so she could only grow them herself.

But it is clear that she is not an expert in this area, and the things she grows are crooked, and the yield is low.

This kind of work was handed over to the survivors in Building 3, but it freed her hands, which can be called a great profit.

Cheng Qianhuai stood beside her to help deal with the dirt on the potatoes, her eyes looking at her smiling face from time to time.

"Did you experience the joy of holding power?"

Song Jinhe nodded excitedly when he heard this: "That's inevitable, I paid a principal, but what I gained far exceeded my expectations."

I didn't do any work, but I was able to get such a harvest in just two words, which is really good. ”

Cheng Qianhuai helped her roll up her cuffs and wiped the dirt stained on her hands: "This is what it feels like to have someone under her."

Although you didn't agree to be the building manager, they won't do anything to you if you have guns and supplies in your hands.

He doesn't have the name of the building chief, but he has a lot of real power in his hands. ”

Song Jinhe nodded emphatically: "I thought about it carefully, being the building manager is still not suitable for me."

I don't like to worry about other people's lives, I'm a very realistic person and can earn things together, but I don't want to take more risks. ”

Cheng Qianhuai snorted and laughed: "This is not a big problem, although you are not the actual building manager, but you are just such a name."

In the future, even if something goes wrong, you don't have to take responsibility, and the ending is not bad. ”

Song Jinhe pursed his lips and smiled, obviously in a good mood.

*

On August 3, the 262nd day of the end times.

The temperature rose from -20 degrees Celsius to 29 degrees Celsius overnight, and the survivors were awakened in the middle of the night by the heat, and took off their heavy cotton clothes in some confusion.

Song Jinhe only knew the approximate time when it turned from extreme cold to scorching heat, and when he was woken up by the heat in the middle of the night, he was still a little dizzy.

She got up and extinguished the fireplace in the living room, the temperature in the room had dropped, but a thin sweat was still pouring out of her forehead.

When I walked to the window and looked down, I saw the bright moonlight splashing on the sparkling water, like a broken mirror, and the scenery was a little dreamy.

"The ice is all melting."

Song Jinhe muttered to himself and sighed a little helplessly.

It's still night, and when the sun rises tomorrow, I'm afraid the temperature will rise again and the water will gradually evaporate.

When the ground is exposed and the silt is completely dried up, it will be the end of another world.

Although her heart is a little heavy, the survivors in Building 3 are in a good mood.

Gao Lele grabbed his sister's hand and looked out, his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his head, looking a little stupid.

"Sister, the temperature is rising, don't we have to live so hard in the future?"

His eyes were full of anticipation, and his clean eyes were dark and shiny.

Gao Youyou smiled and looked out the window: "It should be, the disaster has passed, and mankind can usher in a new life." ”

At this moment, the survivors are celebrating the end of the extreme cold, but no one thinks that the next catastrophe is quietly approaching.

In room 1802, Song Jinhe didn't have the heart to continue to rest after waking up, she disposed of the charcoal ash in the fireplace, put the heavy cotton clothes and quilts into the space, and then knocked on the door of 1801.

Cheng Qianhuai didn't sleep either, he was only wearing a pair of black shorts, and his slightly longer hair was tied up with a rope at will, which looked a little more wild.

Song Jinhe was stunned when he looked at the beauty impact in front of him, this was the first time he had seen abdominal muscles in real life.

It looks like it feels good.

Seeing her standing at the door without moving, Cheng Qianhuai asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Jinhe swallowed his saliva, and looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes: "Can I touch it?" ”

Cheng Qianhuai raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?" ”

Song Jinhe didn't speak, but just pushed the person in from the door with a smile, and his hands were attached straight to his abdomen.

Scratching it slightly, her face was a little red, but it was as if she had discovered a new continent.

"It feels good."

Cheng Qianhuai instantly blushed from her face to her neck, and took off her hand in a little panic.

"You're molesting me?"

Song Jinhe shook his head after snorting twice: "I call it having eyes to find beauty, you don't understand." ”

Cheng Qianhuai didn't expect her to be so thick-skinned, so she simply sat on the sofa and kept silent.

"What's wrong with you? Angry? ”

She naturally sensed that something was wrong with Cheng Qianhuai, and rubbed her hands a little embarrassed.

"I'm single in my mother's child, so it doesn't matter if I'm more curious, right? We have such a good relationship, you can tolerate me. ”

The more Song Jinhe spoke, the more he felt as if he was a female hooligan who was molesting the women and men of a good family, and slapped his mouth lightly with some regret.

"You're responsible for me."

Cheng Qianhuai looked pitifully and looked up: "I have such a good body training to touch my future girlfriend."

You've made me innocent, and you've got to give me an explanation. ”

Song Jinhe instantly felt more guilty, and regretted why he was so impulsive.

"Huh? Touch your belly and you're not innocent? We've held hands before, aren't you sorry for your future girlfriend a long time ago? ”

Cheng Qianhuai nodded thoughtfully: "This is indeed the truth, so shouldn't you be more responsible for me?"

A man who doesn't love himself is like a rotten cabbage, I don't care, if you touch me, no girl will want me in the future, you must be responsible. ”

Song Jinhe rubbed his temples with a headache: "I advise you not to be too aggressive." ”

Cheng Qianhuai looked incredulous, and grabbed the blanket on the side to wrap himself tightly: "You attacked me first, and now you actually say that I am aggressive."

It's unreasonable, you're so ruthless! ”

"Okay, okay! I'll take care of it! ”

Song Jinhe was so troubled by his quarrel that he could only reluctantly answer, only hoping that he would not continue to chant the scriptures.

"What kind of responsible law, you say."

She collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball, and didn't even want to give Cheng Qianhuai half a look.

"Let me be your boyfriend."