At night, the stars hang high.
Under the black sky, the four fields of the camp sounded the sound of insects.
Wang Yang's sleepy eyelids kept drooping, but whenever he was about to fall asleep, the soldier sitting beside him would shake him awake.
Today's students are under military control, and they have completely put the method of training soldiers on them.
How can a soldier not stand guard
On the grounds of cultivating a sense of responsibility, the higher-level managers assigned a soldier to a student, and sent a guard every five days. People walked around the camp at night.
Some people were patrolling and some were fixed, one carried a gun, one carried a crossbow, and two sat behind a giant shield, facing the perimeter of the camp.
After the instructor showed them his terrifying throwing ability during the day, he soon began to teach them the "Book of Changes".
But... Wang Yang deeply understands a truth, many things are only known to know what they are.
The so-called "Jing of Yi Jin" is actually...a set of yoga gymnastics? !
Countless people are more messy, if they hadn't seen the machine gun-like throwing skills just now, they might have wondered if this was fooling themselves.
However, this instructor also said a set of things, which is quite mysterious, and makes people feel unclear when they hear it.
Believing in doubt, they practiced for a whole day. In the end, except for the massage-like enjoyment, everything else was the same as before.
Perhaps, this is a cumulative process!
They can only comfort themselves in this way.
"Crack!" Wang Yang, who was gradually entering a sweet dream, widened his eyes in pain, and the soldier beside him slowly retracted his hand on his thigh.
"Don't fall asleep, you really can't go and wash your face with water."
The sound of insects under the night sky was everywhere, and in order not to expose them, there were no lights around where they were sitting.
Wang Yang turned his head and could only see the bright eyes under the helmet looking forward firmly.
On the shoulders of the soldier were two crutched guns, silently exuding a chilling aura.
This man must have been in the army for a long time! Wang Yang thought.
He stretched, stood up, and walked slowly back.
Fortunately, the virus can also be eliminated by high temperature, otherwise they will not have enough water.
There are basically water pipes next to each post. Wang Yang Xun Hei touched the faucet and turned it, and the slightly hot water flowed down from it.
Holding the warm water, he patted his cheek, and the cold wind blew, and the sleepiness dissipated a lot.
Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes.
"Who?!" Wang Yang immediately raised his crossbow and looked around vigilantly.
The wind disappeared with the silhouette and hurried past.
Wang Yang looked forward cautiously. At this time, the wind stopped, the insects stopped, and the surroundings were extremely silent.
Silent as if he could hear his own heart beating faster.
After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement around.
But everything in the dark is so weird.
People are always afraid of the dark, just like humans are afraid of the unknown.
Are you going to report back? Wang Yang hesitated.
He was a little unsure if he was dazzled just now. If he reported it, the entire camp would be on alert, and all the sleeping people would be called up.
If it's all because of his dazzling eyes...
Wang Yang cautiously walked in the direction where the wind disappeared. He felt that he had to check.
…
Aware, he stepped down.
"Tianzun, do you want to lead this person away?" Xuannv asked.
Meng Ke sensed the boy who was walking cautiously with a bow and crossbow in the shroud of mental power, and then he looked up at the target not far away.
"You don't need it this time." His eyes were a little different, like nostalgia, melancholy, and more hesitation.
Since he got the ability, he seems to have forgotten, and has been avoiding...
How long has it been since I saw these two
It's been almost a year...
Ah.
He smiled wryly, shook his head, and slowly walked forward.
"I thought it was just a moral kidnapping, and I could easily throw it away, but I didn't expect that my heart still couldn't let me ignore it all."
In Meng Ke's eyes, the human body is more explicit than the pink and pink skeletons that Buddhists say, and the reproductive relationship should be even more unbearable.
If there is no cultural bondage and moral kidnapping, it can be said that it is an instinct, and the two sides take what they need from each other.
You give birth to me to support me, and I support you when you grow old.
Otherwise, what are the parents for having children
Because grandparents want to hold grandchildren
Because the children of the same age in society are all playing soy sauce
Because of an emotional sustenance
Or... just got pregnant by accident
…
But once your kid grows up and says he won't raise you...
…
Meng Ke didn't know what he was doing now, why he came here, he was about to forget...
"mom."
In the large emergency tent, ten beds were lined up on both sides, Meng Ke was standing in the middle of the aisle, his eyes were a little complicated at the second old man who was close to the two beds.
In the dream of the woman who was gently calling into the bed, she felt an unprecedented clarity and abundance of energy the moment she woke up.
A figure stood quietly in front of her bed.
"You... who are you?"
Saying that, the woman started to push the man who was sleeping on one side in a panic.
"Lao Meng...Lao Meng, wake up! Someone..."
"Huh?...what's the matter..."
They are just ordinary people. After the virus leaked, the night sky seemed to be even darker, and the people who just woke up couldn't see anything for a while.
The surroundings of Meng Ke gradually lit up, and his face was illuminated by the light, and he smiled slightly.
"Dad, Mom, it's me, Meng Ke..."
What an unfamiliar and numerical word...
The second old man was stunned, and Mother Meng's hands trembled.
"Meng Ke...Meng Ke...you..."
Her hand slowly reached out to Meng Ke, and she pulled the clothes on him nervously and fearfully.
"It's true... Lao Meng! He really is our son! He's not dead!"
Suddenly, Mother Meng jumped up excitedly and hugged Meng Ke into her arms.
"Xiao Ke! Where have you gone? We've been looking for you in the camp for two months, and we all thought... uh..."
The choked sound was buried in Meng Ke's shoulders. He knew that his mother was afraid of waking up other sleeping people, and her whole body was shaking with excitement.
The smile gradually turned into a wry smile, and Meng Ke's eyes met his father's.
Those are the same red eyes, Meng father raised his hand and patted his shoulder
"Just come back, it's fine... Don't let your mother worry about you anymore."
yes… …
If it was someone else, this should have noticed the strange light beside him, but the two old people forgot the strangeness as soon as they saw him clearly...
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