One Thousand Two Hundred Never See You Again

Downstairs, a lot of people had gathered at this time. Some of them had children riding on their necks. They were standing under the stage that had not yet been built, happily watching Jingxuan dancing with the fan. .

Although this enchanting woman was still wearing a down jacket and had no costume on her figure, everyone was watching it with great interest. Such days did not exist in any base in the north.

People are living in a hurry and seem luxurious. Is there anyone dancing fans for them? Dancing with a broadsword is pretty much the same.

"Mom, why are they burning paper on the ground?"

The doll seemed to have seen such a scene in someone's mind. He pointed at some people on the roadside, took out a basin, threw paper into the basin, and asked An Ran,

"Are they worshiping gods?"

"They should be paying homage to their dead relatives."

An Ran looked in the direction of the doll's finger. Sure enough, there were some people kneeling on the roadside with a brazier in front of them. They were throwing some clothes and papers into it and wiping the tears on their faces.

"Mom, why do dead relatives burn things?" The doll didn't understand. "Does worshiping mean worshiping dead relatives like gods?"

"The nature is different." An Ran picked up the doll standing next to him and said with some emotion: "This is a way of missing relatives and people whom I value in my heart. It is different from worshiping gods. They are just I need a day to miss someone openly."

Then pick up weapons, put on armor, and continue to fight for survival in the apocalypse.

Looking at the people burning paper downstairs, An Ran was slightly moved. Tomorrow is the day of survival. Today we bid farewell to those who passed away. Tomorrow is the holiday.

She didn't know when this Survival Day started to be mentioned. It seemed that when she was at Yaoyang Base, Fatty's people would celebrate this day, and then after a few years, it really became a festival. , it was quite grand.

Then the next morning, early in the morning, more people were burning paper on the roadside, and the sounds of crying gradually came to mind. Some people were sobbing quietly, some were wailing, some were burning paper and talking, and some were expressionless, but their eyes were filled with emotion. With deep sorrow.

On this day three years ago, the end of the world came. On this day three years ago, mankind began to suffer from the misfortune of race. Every separation started from today three years ago. What they left behind was the important people around them. The person who performs the surgery for them is also the most important person around them.

There was no good separation at that time. Now when life has settled down, I can only say goodbye to that important person in this way.

See you again. I will continue to work hard for the rest of my life. Please rest assured.

There were messy green grass growing on the broken road. Some people stood up among the crying crowd, raised their hands, and sprinkled a handful of paper money. The paper money was floating in the cold air. Some people were crying for their wives, and some were calling for their mothers. Then the crying became louder and louder, so that the doll, who had no one to miss him in the tall building, couldn't help crying.

An Ran looked at the doll in surprise, sat up from the bed, and asked:

"Baby, your parents are not dead, why are you crying?"

"I don't know either!" The doll was wearing pajamas, sitting on the quilt, wailing with his eyes closed, "It's so sad, mom, so many emotions, so sad."