Jiang Heng's interest changed again.
But in general, it has become not much again. I still like to chat with Fang Yuan every day, and I still like to talk about all kinds of things in the apocalypse.
However, now the topic is not so rambling, but has become a very central idea - did you find a way to leave without saying goodbye today
It was as if he had long forgotten that his goal at the beginning was not to find the predestined relationship in the memories he woke up every day, but to find the crux of his heart disease.
The things he said every day were no longer just new and impressive things, but some very iconic events for the time line of the doomsday.
"Do you remember that year, a town full of zombies?"
"Remember, it was done by a team of power users. It is said that they do not carry any people who have no combat power. The number of people in the team is small, but it is very powerful. Wherever they pass, they will destroy many zombies."
After getting a response like this, Jiang Heng would laugh happily, "When this story spread, we happened to be around there to help clean up the zombies."
Fang Yuan lowered his head to peel the macadamia nuts, "I was far away from there. When the elite team cleaned up the zombies in the town, I hid in one of the basements."
This is the fifth year after the end.
He happened to have no team to accept him at that time, so he could only follow behind such an elite team, for fear of being discovered, and even more afraid of following too far and straying into a place with too many zombies.
Later, Jiang Heng remembered something new.
"Do you remember that one spring, the sky had a vision?"
"Remember, it's just a total solar eclipse. If it's now, it probably won't cause so many people to discuss nervously."
Jiang Heng cut a bowl of watermelon for him and handed it to him, "I didn't notice it when I was in the room at first. I just went to see it because my teammates called me."
Fang Yuan took it, ate a piece, and nodded, "I saw it directly. At that time, I was on the roof of a building and there was no flashlight by my side, so I was very impressed."
This is the sixth year after the end.
He went to the roof, just to see if there was any residual rainwater that could be filtered and drank, but it was suddenly dark, and he didn't dare to move for several hours.
"Do you remember one winter when it snowed very hard?"
"Remember, after several days of blizzard, where the road was completely lost."
This is the seventh year after the end.
Fang Yuan fell silent. The seventh year was the last year he lived.
It was also in this year that he was trapped in the cave and wanted to wait for the snow to stop to go out, but he never got the chance to go out. In addition to the slipping mud and gravel, there is an ice layer of unknown thickness.
Fang Yuan smiled and changed the subject, "I also dreamed about the past last night."
Jiang Heng looked slightly surprised, "Really? Didn't you say that your dreams are always the same scene, so boring?"
"It's not anymore." Fang Yuan said truthfully, "It's starting to change, and it's not the same as before."
"What?"
"How can I say it, it's quite noisy." Fang Yuan recalled the previous dream and shook his head, "Just like I usually sit outside the tea stand, I will see various scenery, and the scenery every day is different. ."
"That's not bad," Jiang Heng nodded in agreement. "Maybe one day, we'll be able to sleep without dreams all night. It is said that this is the real sign of good sleep."
A dreamless night.
Fang Yuan thought about it seriously, if he could bid farewell to such a dream from now on—
Seems like it would be great if it could.
"I didn't think about..."
He thought that the nightmare in the cave, no matter how it changed, would accompany him for the rest of his life.
"So, what kind of scene did you dream about?"
"Well..." Fang Yuan looked into Jiang Heng's eyes and sold out again, "If you find me later, I'll tell you."
"I've been looking for three years..."
Jiang Heng sighed deeply, chased after him and begged for mercy, coaxing him to say it directly with all kinds of good things and kind words.
As a result, this time, Fang Yuan did not let go.
"You talk about it first, what happened to your team after that?"
There was no other way, Jiang Heng had no choice but to return to the previous mode, reporting new routines every day.
He said that in the seventh year, their team was trapped in heavy snow for a week, and the weather warmed up before moving on, and later returned to D.
Speaking of which, in the eighth year, the number of zombies has been greatly reduced, but there are still many that are very capable and difficult to eradicate, but the good news is that after the heavy snowfall, national shelters in various cities have been built.
This time the shelter is different from the previous one. As long as people who are alive can enter to seek help, they will no longer choose people to stay, or refuse to accept them because they are worthless.
In the ninth year, Jiang Heng still did not stop searching, but he had visited all the shelters in the country, large and small, and there was still no trace of Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan returned to the original dream, waiting alone in a quiet, dark and cold cave, unable to hear any sound, unable to wait for any rescue, and approaching death step by step.
No one would find him, he thought.
When I looked up, even the small hole through which the birds would pass was blocked by weeds and dirt.
This is his end.
"I will definitely find you."
In the early morning, Jiang Heng was as determined as always. He seemed to realize, or guessed something, his smile was less, and he was often distracted.
Fang Yuan persuaded him, "In that era, even the Internet was not completely restored. Of course, it was difficult to find people in the crowd, not to mention that we didn't even have names..."
"I know your name!"
"… "
"Although you... walked in a hurry at the time, but later I asked someone to ask your name in order to find you."
Jiang Heng bowed his head and finally told the truth that had been concealed for a long time, "I already knew what your name was. I used your name to find you, your name, your appearance, and your height. I didn't look for it randomly, so I can definitely find it."
In the tenth year, people gradually recovered from the blow of the apocalypse, and the population was much smaller, but there were no longer a large number of people infected and died.
They began to count those who lost their lives, count the numbers, and write the names of all those who lost their lives on steles everywhere.
Fang Yuan woke up at five or six o'clock. Since a while ago, he had been sleeping very little. After waking up, he had nothing to do, so he sneaked into the warehouse and counted the supplies one by one.
Food, water, daily necessities, first aid, weapons…
Waking up and looking at them is probably a lot better than reliving the feeling of dying in a dream.
He looked at the wine on the shelf, froze for a moment, and then started talking to himself.
"If only I could forget it..."
He should forget that memory and let everything go well.
He should really live in modern society, in a peaceful age, instead of letting himself stay in the shadow of the end times.
For example, get out of the house and look around, for example, meet some new people, get in touch with new things, update your mobile phone, install a broadband for the house...
Just like the day he walked into a musical instrument store and replaced a broken string.
Fang Yuan picked up the violin, seeing that it was still early, went out the door, came to the backyard, and slowly pulled the strings.
The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from behind, Fang Yuan just pulled out the second syllable, turned around and saw Jiang Heng running all the way, panting.
"Did I wake you up?"
Jiang Heng looked at him, walked over step by step, stood in front of him, and shook his head.
"Did you find me?"
Jiang Heng's eyes were red and he opened his mouth, almost speechless.
Fang Yuan put down the piano, raised her head slightly, and looked at him seriously, "Where?"
"... Mountain." Jiang Heng breathed unsteadily and pronounced with difficulty, "In the cave, alone."
"Isn't it ugly and scary?"
"No, it's much better than mine, it looks like I'm asleep." Jiang Heng said, his voice getting lower and lower, he finally couldn't help it, he pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry. … sorry to keep you waiting."
"The entrance to the cave... is open?"
"Um."
Fang Yuan was suddenly sleepy.
As if the drowsiness accumulated for many days, came up in an instant.
Jiang Heng took him back to the house, and a drizzle started to rain outside, and the sound of pattering was on the awning.
This kind of weather is very suitable for a good night's sleep.
When he turned over, Jiang Heng was still standing beside his bed, sitting quietly.
"I dreamt of you… "
Jiang Heng leaned closer to his ear and asked him in a low voice, "Did you dream of me?"
Fang Yuan did not speak, and fell asleep suddenly.
In the dream, the hole was finally opened, and a man wearing a mask walked in and said that you have been waiting for a long time.
Fang Yuan stood up, as if he had expected this for a long time, grabbed his hand, and walked out together.
Under the sun, the ice and snow melted, his dry and cold fingers regained blood color, and his body was no longer cold and thirsty. Jiang Heng next to him took off his mask, revealing a smooth and fair face without a trace of scars.
"Fang Yuan, go home."
"How do you know my name?"
…
The rain stopped.
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, raised his hand, and touched Jiang Heng's face.
"You haven't said it today, and you remembered something in the past."
"I... don't want to talk about the old things in the doomsday," Jiang Heng took his hand, "let's talk about the future."
"future?"
"Well, for example, my sleep problems have been resolved, can I stay here in the future?"
"Solution? How?" Fang Yuan opened his eyes slightly and sat up in surprise, "You speak in order."
"I think it should have been more than a month ago. After I was reborn, I finally found you. When I saw that you were still alive, my insomnia was cured."
The author has something to say: The end of the whole play
From then on, Fang Yuan and Jiang Heng lived happily together.