Chi Xiaochi rode a motorcycle and led the way outside.
Through the goggles on his helmet, Chi Xiaochi looked at this world where the order was reversed and slowly transformed into wasteland.
He turned on the headlights and saw a frozen person on the side of the road.
The man was lying face down, like a drunk with a hangover, his body was tightly curled, the corners of his lips were smiling, and the outline of a bright red corpse spot appeared on the edge of half of his face that was pressed to the ground.
Chi Xiaochi turned his face away and stopped looking closely.
When it was almost dawn, it was foggy outside, the road conditions were getting worse, and minor scratching accidents occurred one after another. Fortunately, most people are still busy at home with clothes and quilts, and there will be no traffic jams on the streets.
Chi Xiaochi took the car out of the city all the way.
The sky turned white, and they also left the city and stopped in the service area of the city.
Because of the creeping tiger's shadow, Mother Ding certainly won't mention the matter of going home, but when a normal person encounters a disaster, the first reaction is to find a safe and familiar place to hide: "Qiuyun, let's go back to the house you rented, really No way to find a hotel…”
Chi Xiaochi didn't want to tell his mother that the old humans hiding in hotels and residential areas were basically the first to become slaves.
They were hiding in such a small cage, like canaries who voluntarily imprisoned themselves, they could hardly catch a glimpse.
Chi Xiaochi pressed the matter down and said, "Let's cheer up first."
This service area was originally a fixed place that Ding Qiuyun found half a year after the disaster.
After the global change, Ding Qiuyun's parents died, and all his familiar friends were separated. He rode a motorcycle and drove in the opposite direction of this place. In the service area, I met Lao Jing here.
"Lao Jing" is a woman, her full name is Jing Zihua, twenty-seven or eight years old, not old, and quite bright and beautiful, but she likes others to call her "Lao Jing", as if this title is more pleasant.
When she was pregnant, her husband was out with a colleague, and she grabbed the evidence. After giving birth to the child, she kicked her husband and almost made him go out of the house. After that, she lived with her son Yiming.
She was taken care of by an old classmate from her master's degree and entered a service area to work.
Before the catastrophe, people were used to relying on automated facilities. Therefore, her job was not much different from Ding Qiuyun's, except to maintain the system and prevent someone from stealing.
This is a very interesting woman.
She is always cold, lying on a rocking chair, like a Yunnan man, burning a hookah in the house, with white smoke slowly coming out of her mouth, a strand of broken hair hanging down from her forehead, full of femininity, just like in an ancient Chinese novel Written by ghosts.
But none of the ghouls use a crossbow as well as she does.
The first time Ding Qiuyun saw her, she was dragging a hyena to the gas station, and the hyena had an arrow stuck in its head, and she couldn't rest in peace.
At that time, Yan Lanlan watched from a distance and swallowed: "Wow, dog meat hot pot."
Ding Qiuyun and his party were also about to rest, and were about to detour to this small service area, when Lao Jing stopped and pointed the crossbow directly at them.
Ding Qiuyun reacted quickly and stopped his motorcycle: "We are here to exchange supplies with you. Let's rest here for the night."
Only then did Lao Jing let them in.
Ding Qiuyun exchanged a set of cold protection clothes.
In the evening, they stayed in the service area and had a dog meat hot pot meal.
After Ding Qiuyun was full, he wanted to discuss with Lao Jing about replacing the oil with supplies. Although they still have stock, a little more oil is not a bad thing.
Moreover, he has observed that although the scale of this service area is small, it is backed by a regular oil depot, and it is close to the water tower.
The only caretaker in this service area is Lao Jing, and Ding Qiuyun can only talk to her.
Lao Jing sat on the bed and made a few requests that Ding Qiuyun couldn't accept. She asked for food, cigarettes, spirits, quilts, tents, and weapons.
In short, anything.
Ding Qiuyun still wanted to have a discussion, so he said: "Sister Jing, this is a bit too much. Our family is full of dozens of people, I can't make my own decisions..."
Lao Jing: "Call me Lao Jing. One hundred liters of oil."
Ding Qiuyun liked her simplicity, so he simply bargained with her: "One hundred and twenty liters."
Lao Jing said again, "My son is asleep."
Ding Qiuyun didn't understand for a while what this matter had to do with the business they were about to discuss: "Huh? It's good to sleep."
Lao Jing tied up his loose long hair: "One hundred liters of oil, spare me."
Ding Qiuyun understood Kuoweilai, and his face turned red: "...No need."
Lao Jing went to unbutton.
Ding Qiuyun held her hand: "I really don't need it. One hundred and ten liters, I have done this business."
Lao Jing stared at him for a while.
Ding Qiuyun did not forget to appease her at this time: "Sister Jing, you are very attractive, really. If I were heterosexual, I might have agreed."
Lao Jing pursed his lips happily.
"I thought that after so long, I finally met a decent gentleman." Lao Jing smiled charmingly and coldly, his cat eyes narrowed slightly, "It turned out to be a homosexual. Ha."
Ding Qiuyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Ding Qiuyun and Lao Jing formed a business partnership relationship, and they became familiar with each other after going back and forth.
Lao Jing never told her story to everyone, as if she was the Lao Jing she is now from birth, so that her life was too lackluster and there were no wonderful experiences to tell.
About her story, Yan Lanlan learned from talking with other human teams who traded with Lao Jing.
Half a year ago, Lao Jing was still that strong and tenacious woman, Jing Zihua.
Her son, Jing Yiming, just turned three years old, developed a high fever on the eve of the cataclysm.
After feeding the child with antipyretics, Jing Zihua coaxed him to sleep and wanted to observe the situation again. If the situation is not serious, he will take the child to the hospital after changing shifts tomorrow.
When he woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, Jing Zihua found that his son had been burned into a furnace of charcoal.
She rushed out of the house with her son in her arms, warmed him with her body, and carried him into the car, only to realize that her electric car needed to be charged.
At this moment, all the power sources were stopped, so she had to put her son in the car, and ran to the convenience store in the cold.
She is on duty with Xiao Han from a convenience store, and there are anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs for sale at the counter of the convenience store.
If he can take medicine in time, or borrow Xiao Han's car, his son's condition should be under control.
Who would have thought that Xiao Han had heard her intentions and had no pity at all.
He salivated his face and said with a smile: "It's not good to want to get medicine without a price."
She begged Xiao Han to take out all the money on her body and put it in front of him.
Xiao Han swept away the money and shone a flashlight on Jing Zihua's beautiful face: "This is not what I want. Sister Jing, I have liked you for a long time."
Jing Zihua spat at him immediately, left the convenience store, and began begging the drivers resting in the service area to take her son to a nearby hospital to see a doctor.
Two people thought it was troublesome and refused her, but a warm-hearted person agreed, saying that he had promised his wife and daughter that they would be home at seven in the morning and take Jing Yiming to the hospital. I'm afraid it would take time, so he had to say hello to them. .
Jing Zihua thanked him immensely.
Who would have thought that as soon as the child was brought over, the driver threw the communicator on the co-pilot anxiously, and apologized to Jing Zihua: "Miss, I can't contact my wife and daughter, I have asked other people, they This is also the case…”
He nodded at Jing Zihua, his face full of apology: "I'm sorry. I have to go home and have a look."
At three o'clock in the morning, there were not many vehicles parked in the service area. When they woke up, they found something was wrong and rushed home immediately. Some drivers were already asleep and could not wake up even if they knocked on the windows.
Jing Zihua fell into despair.
As the driver said, the communication was interrupted, and she could not contact the hospital at all.
Seeing that her son's temperature was getting higher and higher, she could only settle her son and return to the convenience store.
Xiao Han looked at her with a smile.
Seeing the pistol in his hand, Jing Zihua gave up the idea of grabbing it.
She put him to sleep, right at the cashier.
Half an hour later, she was disheveled and rushed to the car with the medicine.
But it's too late.
The child woke up, but he was no longer the smart child Yu Xue used to be. He was deaf in both ears, and his movements were blocked. He couldn't even squeeze toothpaste.
When the child woke up, he saw Jing Zihua said a lot to him. He kept his eyes wide open like a pair of watery puppy, and waited until Jing Zihua finished speaking, then asked in a low voice, "Mom, what are you talking about."
Jing Zihua hugged his son and cried for a long time, until he could not shed any tears.
Xiao Han waited for a day and a half, and found that everything had not recovered, so he became more confident and bold, and knocked on Jing Zihua's door with a smile: "Sister Jing, Sister Jing, I miss you."
Jing Zihua opened the door and silently let him in.
Xiao Han couldn't wait to unbutton her: "You miss me too."
Jing Zihua smiled slightly with red eyes: "... um."
When unbuttoning her shirt, Jing Zihua hugged him, wrapped his arms around his back, and stabbed a scissors into his waist.
Later, Jing Zihua became an old Jing, guarding the oil pool, holding a pistol that was exchanged, and turning himself into a currency that could be circulated and exchanged.
After getting acquainted with Lao Jing, Ding Qiuyun asked her when drinking with her, "Why are you working so hard?" Obviously, he can live well by selling supplies.
Lao Jing didn't hear what he said: "Huh?"
As she said that, she picked up the cup and brought it to her lips, suddenly her expression softened, and she listened carefully for a while: "Ding, did Yiming call me?"
Ding Qiuyun has a keen hearing and shook his head: "No."
Lao Jing smiled and pulled the lock of hair hanging from his forehead back to his ear: "I heard it wrong again."
Seeing the old scene like this, Ding Qiuyun thought that he didn't need to ask his questions.
A woman who has a child will voluntarily become a warrior.
In the end, Lao Jing's gas station was besieged by a group of new humans.
They intend to take down the den that has been serving the old humans.
At that time, Ding Qiuyun's team was also there. They didn't have enough firepower on them at that time. The oil and gas here was heavy, and there was no open fire. They could only fight and retreat.
Lao Jing was familiar with the terrain, and was good at using crossbows. He blocked them for a long time, and handed Yiming to Ding Qiuyun, asking him to retreat with Yiming.
After successfully escaping, Ding Qiuyun originally wanted to outflank from the rear to cover Lao Jing's retreat, but they ran out of bullets.
… With just a few bullets short of it, the encirclement of the new humans took shape.
Lao Jing waved at them and hid beside an oil machine.
She used the pistol that Ding Qiuyun gave her when she first traded and the only bullet left, sticking to the tubing and pulling the trigger.
The entire gas station was lifted into the sky, dyeing the sky red, like a splendid flaming cloud.
Ding Qiuyun stood there, staring at the sea of fire for a long time.
The last sentence Jing Zihua said to Ding Qiuyun was: "Doing business with you is a loss after all."
…
Chi Xiaochi drove the vehicle into the darkened service area.
… If it is now, there is still time.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang drove in, Chi Xiaochi saw an anxious woman banging on the windows one by one, begging for a chance for her son.
Her appearance is not much different from the old scene in Ding Qiuyun's memory. Her hair is tied into a neat ponytail, which complements her slender neck. She looks like a very weak and slender woman, but she is less aggressive and charming.
Chi Xiaochi stopped the motorcycle, and Jing Zihua quickly found them.
She hurried over: "Sir, please help me, my son—"
... It was the first time that she was called "Sir" so politely.
After hearing her talk about the situation, Chi Xiaochi said, "The situation is too serious, and we have just come from the city, the whole city has stopped, and it may be useless to go to the hospital."
Before Jing Zihua was desperate, Chi Xiaochi continued: "Take the child into the house. I have oral anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretics here. By the way, is your child allergic to cephalosporins?"
Jing Zihua's eyes lit up: "I'm not allergic..."
"I have cephalosporin antibiotics here." Chi Xiaochi, "Come in, don't let the wind blow outside. It would be bad if you, the mother, also fell ill."
With that said, he walked straight to Jing Zihua's car and beckoned his parents to follow.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him in the convenience store.
061 reminded him: "It's that person."
Chi Xiaochi didn't lift his head: "Which one? Who is there?"
As long as the other party doesn't look for trouble, Chi Xiaochi thinks he has seen a cockroach.
Inside a convenience store.
Xiao Han, who was about to succeed, slammed the cashier counter and cursed angrily, "Fuck, mind your own business!"