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The first thing He Yangxuan and Lin Qian did every morning was to put on their raincoats and go to the yard to chop up the ice and pour it out along the fence.

The weather was wet and slippery, and the two young men were not afraid of anything, except that their grandpa would lose his balance and fall in the yard. It was difficult to see a doctor at such a time.

The two got up early to work in the yard, and grandpa opened the door and yelled for dinner.

The two were tightly wrapped, with masks on their faces, looked at each other, and poured out all the ice cubes that had just been shaved into the box.

Then tidy up and go into the house.

The sweater I wore under my raincoat made me sweat a lot after working for a while. First wipe off the sweat with a towel and enter the house.

"It doesn't seem right today. I saw people from the health team came to our village again, and the crying outside became louder." Grandpa shared chopsticks with them, a little worried.

Lin Qian turned on his mobile phone, looked at the circle of friends of the villagers, and frowned: "This is to take away all the sick people, saying that they will go to the city for treatment, and if they can't be cured, they will be directly cremated and sent back with ashes. "

Isn't there a way to find it now? Then if you leave, you won't be able to see each other?" Grandpa sighed, and he didn't know how many people died.

"It will be fine in the next year." The plague will be completely stopped after the year, and those who survive may not be lucky, because they will have to face endless natural and man-made disasters.

"How do you know?" Grandpa actually asked casually.

Lin Qian's gaze paused, and He Yangxuan had already picked up the words: "I said it."

Grandpa glanced back and forth between the two of them, but didn't continue to ask.

A few days ago, the dead still insisted on funerals with great affection. Even if there was no trumpet player, they had to be sent to the mountain with a small speaker. As the temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days and the number of infected people has continued to increase, the government will collect them for cremation and send them back after they die. After the villagers received the urn, they either rushed to the ancestral grave to bury the person, or offered it at home first, and then made plans after the plague passed.

In fact, Lin Qian himself didn't know how many people died. Suddenly one day he opened the window, and the crying outside became less and more powerless. Looking at the whole village, I suddenly had the illusion of a dead village and an empty village. The most desperate people may not be those who are in a coma waiting to die, but those who are trembling for fear that they will be infected. Watching others die, not sure if I will be the next one, this kind of desperate fear is the most fatal. The first snow was sleet. At this time, there was already more than 60 centimeters of deep ice on the ground outside. It was hard to imagine that there was snow at this time. Lin Qian sat on the sofa in the bedroom on the second floor, watching the snowflakes outside the window, his thoughts began to drift to his previous life. In his previous life, Lin Qian felt dizzy, because he heard some people's stimulation, and in order to prove that he didn't rely on connections to get to the top, he directly cut off all contact with He Yangxuan and went to another first-tier city to start from scratch. Naturally, it was not so easy to enter the new environment. I worked overtime every day until midnight, and my schedule was extremely irregular. I didn't even recover when the plague broke out. By the time he realized it, the entire city had been banned from entering and leaving. In the city, he relied on the instant noodles hoarded at home in exchange for poor coal to survive the cold winter, and he could not return home for the next two years. Until his death, Lin Qian had only two beliefs in his mind: one was to eat, anything was good, bark, grass roots, livestock feed, as long as it gave him a little strength to take two more steps, he could stuff it into his mouth. The other is to go home. Now, he's hoarded enough food and seeds to grow indoors, with the only family and best friends around him. So what more could he ask for? "What are you thinking about?" There was a voice in his ear suddenly, Lin Qian was startled, and turned his head to see that it was He Yangxuan. "What's the matter?" "I don't want to talk to you." He Yangxuan sat next to Lin Qian, holding hot tea in his hand. It's still morning, so he can enjoy himself at this time, "What are you thinking? You didn't even know me when I came in." Find."