In the early morning of the next day, there was still a light rain, and the sky was bright, and the surroundings became noisy.
Liu Yan yawned, with an expression of displeasure sitting by the car and eating fried noodles. Lai Jie went to organize the evacuation, and the civilians left with their families and food.
An old woman hugged her pillow and quilt and howled loudly. Lai Jie wanted to let her go, but she refused to leave. Lai Jie was completely devastated.
Meng Feng went up to comfort him, Lai Jie rumpled his messy hair, and left frantically.
In the end, the old woman cried heartbrokenly, was picked up by Meng Feng, put on the car, and let others take her away.
"Why is she crying?" Liu Yan said.
Lai Jie took a deep breath: "Where can I get something good, give me something to eat. She said that her husband, son, in-law, and grandson are all buried here, and she is the only one left, and she doesn't want to leave."
Liu Yan said: "Let her stay."
Lai Jie: "How can I make her stay? The whole village has left, and she won't be able to eat for long with that little food, and there are zombies everywhere. Once the Long Night Project started, everyone who stayed here would die. No way."
The old woman leaned against Zhuo Ting, and most of the people in the car were elderly people who could not move. Meng Feng escorted the large army, comforted her in a low voice, took out his wallet, showed her a photo of himself and his father when he was a child, and said that the shelter kid in the house.
"That's right." Meng Feng said: "There are a lot of children inside, take the children with you, let's talk..."
Zhuo Ting couldn't help laughing, and asked: "Are you still responsible for talking with the elderly?"
Holding Meng Feng's photo while weeping and chanting, finally holding his hand and saying something gratefully.
Meng Feng said: "Being alive, we can come back in the future. When the sickness is no longer here, everyone will go home together."
The old woman nodded with red eyes, leaning on Zhuo Ting's arms, Zhuo Ting stretched out his hand in distress, touched the old woman's gray hair.
Liu Yan knew that Meng Feng was brought up by his grandma when he was young, and he had a deep relationship with the old woman. The tenderness of a tough guy is the most touching. He stared blankly at Meng Feng, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart that gradually spread.
Meng Feng felt it with a tacit understanding, and when he raised his head, he smiled at Liu Yan. Liu Yan ate the rest of the fried noodles and clapped his hands.
A group of people passed through the mountainside shrouded in clouds and mist, and entered the depths of the valley.
During the break at noon that day, some people had already started to follow him, so Lai Jie had to slow down his walking speed. When he was crossing a deep valley, the ground trembled and the team began to panic.
Lai Jie returned his hand to signal silence, and Zhuo Yuhang led his men to the front of the team to protect them.
An indomitable giant came from the valley, and there was a loud bang when the footsteps landed, and the Ox complex appeared again.
Like an ancient giant wandering in the depths of the forest in ancient times, every step is earth-shattering, as if there is no one else around, stepping on streams, trekking between mountains, heading southeast.
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Two Thousand & Thirteen
RomanceAuthor: Feitian Yexiang Category: BL doujin Status: Completed In 2013, the zombie wave broke out and the homeland fell, and mankind launched a large-scale defense war. The protagonists are waiting for the dawn in the long night. When the end comes...