After leaving the construction site, Mingjiali still ran all the way, shuttled through the streets and alleys at an extremely fast speed, leaving a series of deep footprints on the snow.
He instinctively wanted to escape, the farther he ran, the better, it would be better not to see Li Banyue again...
Perhaps regaining memories can help him recover many lost things, but he is already so miserable that he is stupid, stupid, ugly, and will laugh when he sees them. Instead of recognizing them, letting his relatives and lovers feel sorry for each other, it is better to cut off the relationship...
He just wants to be a carefree and happy two fool, and a Mingjiali who starts over and starts...
call
The cold wind blew, sweeping the snow and ice all over the ground, bringing waves of biting cold currents.
Ming Jiali was slightly panting, and layers of white frost were formed on his messy long hair. His shirtless body was also covered with a black tight leather jacket. Although the warmth effect was not good, Ming Jiali was strong and had a thick and surging true energy to protect his body, so the cold air above 30 degrees below zero could not have too much impact on him.
This is a very dilapidated street, located in a remote location, and there are many steel cars and motorcycles covered with snow on the road, but these motor vehicles have long become scrap iron...
On both sides are houses from decades ago, which are very old. The walls are covered with traces of time. You can still see many houses in old-fashioned yards. There are a lot of trees and rattans planted in the yard. Unfortunately, most of the trees and rattans are frozen to death, withered, either covered by snow or yellow folds. Their previous vitality has disappeared...
this……
Where is this?
Ming Jiali was stunned for a moment, and a vague sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
He closed his eyes, and some messy memory flashed through his mind. He saw a little hairy child who was a little similar to him, playing on this dilapidated street... He also saw his majestic and loving parents, his grandparents with a long hair and a young face, and by the way, two younger brothers and sisters who were dragging their noses...
Ming Jiali was about to see these memory clips clearly, but a stinging pain came from his mind, causing him to wail in a low voice, hugged his head in pain again, took several deep breaths before he could barely calm down.
Perhaps, the trauma in my brain is so difficult that every time I recall my past memories, Ming Jiali always hurts his mind...
Ming Jiali didn't know that this was the place where he grew up when he was a child.
My grandfather’s old house is located here. Ming Jiali has lived here with his grandfather and grandmother since he was a child. Even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were still very young.
Unfortunately, on the first day of the doomsday, a deadly insect tide broke out in Yongcheng. Tens of thousands of red beetles and sickle beetles were slaughtering. Grandfathers and grandmothers, Li Jiamin's parents, and some messy relatives were all buried in the worm's belly, and the bones remained...
The only one who survived the Li family was Li Donglin's family, which was only a few three people in total. All the other aunts and sisters have become the past...
Therefore, the huge old house was abandoned. Even though Li Jiayu was so powerful that she was too lazy to get the old house back and let it go.
Nowadays, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become a refuge for a large group of refugees to live in. The old house of Li is even crowded and more than fifty people live in. Most of them are pity-free people who fled from other cities in Tiannan Province. Migrant workers, teachers, rich people, beggars, salesmen, civil servants, and migrant workers gathered in various professions and became a mess. There is even a former department-level official living here. Unfortunately, the department-level who once called the wind and rain is like a pity-free insect...
The streets were deserted and desolate, and no one was seen.
It's Ah, the cold weather is frozen, and the cold wind can almost freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who will run out and get cold after nothing?
Crouch
At this moment, the wooden door of Li's old house was pushed open, and the cold wind blew into the door, and more than a dozen men wearing thick clothes walked out in a rustling manner.
All of these dozen men had yellow faces, thin lips, and even more sluggish steps. They were obviously not allowed to eat for three meals, and they were hungry for a long time...
Although the clothes they wore were thick, they were not warm. Not to mention traditional down jackets, even cotton-padded sweaters were rare. They wore clothes made of ordinary fabrics, one of which was even more exaggerated. They wore more than a dozen shabby shirts, and two short-sleeved sleeves were wrapped around their heads, as hats and scarves...
In peacetime, such dressing will definitely make people laugh, but now this kind of dressing is too common. Many people in slums use summer clothes to keep warm. The only thing that is, this damn doomsday makes the climate chaotic. Not only can't see the sunshine, but the temperature is so terrible.
You should know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, subtropical area, and has not snowed for decades. Even in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month in previous years, the temperature rarely dropped below zero. Naturally, there are very few heavy clothes to keep the cold in Yongcheng, and even if there are, there will not be many. Compared with the seven million refugees, hundreds of thousands of sets are undoubtedly more monks and less porridge.
Uh... that... Hello...
Ming Jiali greeted the dozen men embarrassedly. He wanted to ask where this place was because he instinctively felt a strange kindness towards the old house of Li.
Sorry, little brother...
A middle-aged man in the lead had a sunken eye socket, a national character face, and a rough outline. He was wearing a dark green old guard coat. Judging from his accent and face, he didn't look like a native of Tiannan Province, but rather a native of Northeast China.
I'm sorry we can't accommodate you... This old house is only more than 100 square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it. It's already overloaded and it's so crowded that it can't be crowded anymore...
The middle-aged man explained tactfully.
He saw Ming Jiali having a bitter face and a white frost on his head, and subconsciously thought Ming Jiali was also a homeless mistress, looking for a place to live, and deliberately wanted to live in this old house.
Middle-aged people have seen too many such wanderers. Although homeless wanderers will definitely be frozen to death in such cold weather, middle-aged people must be hardened and refuse... After all, he is also poor and in a difficult situation, and no longer has the ability to help others.
No, no... Ersha just wanted to ask where this place was... Ming Jiali smiled shyly and showed yellow teeth at the middle-aged man with a cold face.
This is Nanning Street in Dongxing District, south of the city. It is very remote. It is already a complex of buildings from the 1970s... Perhaps, you shouldn't beg for such a poor kiln, but you should join the army. Look at you, you are full of muscles and as strong as a cow, and you should be able to get good treatment in the army, at least you can have no worries about food and clothing...
The middle-aged man nodded at Ming Jiali, then took the dozen men behind him to do the serious business.
No, no, Ersha has already joined the army... Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, and then asked stammered: Where are you going?Such a cold weather...
Go for food.
The middle-aged man opened his lips and sprayed a mouthful of white mist in the cold air. He said this simply and directly. Then he looked up and down at Ming Jiali and nodded secretly. If Ming Jiali was really a soldier rather than a pity wanderer, he could have made friends with him. However, this young man looked stupid and was afraid he would have no use value, right?
Foraging?Ah, no, isn’t food delivered every day in the army? Haitang told Ersha that every registered adult can get four steamed buns and two steamed buns for children. Sometimes the army will also distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes. Although there are very few, it can at least ensure that millions of people will not starve to death...
Ming Jiali stammered and said slowly that since he joined the warrior camp, he no longer had to worry about food. With his status as a low-level inheritor of level three, the army would provide him with a large amount of rice and meat buns every day, enough for him to eat. He gradually forgot how hard it is for the hard life of the majority of refugees, and he would suffer from cold and hunger every day and night.
Haha, you don’t understand the darkness... The middle-aged man shook his head, his thick and dark eyebrows tightened together on his face, and he sneered: The magical plants brought back by Major General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a large amount of food, but if he wants to produce food, he must consume the monster’s corpse flesh and blood, and the insect crystal magic core to quickly ripen energy... However, in the past ten days, there have been much fewer insects siege than before, which means that the harvested monster’s corpse flesh and blood have decreased sharply, and the grain produced is naturally much less...
It's not Ah, I remember that in the siege ten days ago, I harvested many corpses of demon turtles and tentacle monsters... Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.
Haha, I think it simple, I heard from some insiders that the corpses of the tentacle monster contain extremely toxic and cannot be used as fertilizer... The middle-aged man looked at Ming Jiali with complex eyes, and suddenly changed his mind: What's more, the right to distribute food is in the hands of the army... There are many tricks in this. The officers who distribute food are selfish. It's good to deduct a little, but even if it's not uncommon to deduct half of it... Everyone wants to eat enough, no one wants to endure hunger and hang their lives with steamed buns. Those officers who have enough pockets will resell the deducted food and make a profit from it...
This, how is this possible... Everyone in the warrior camp is very good... Ming Jiali said in surprise. With his pity IQ, he naturally could not understand the darkness of the human heart.
What a f*ck!
The middle-aged man spat, and the muscles on his cheeks squirmed, obviously clenched his teeth and said fiercely:
A few days ago, the army distributed two or three steamed buns to each of us every day, but in the past two or three days, the officers who managed this area simply did not come to distribute food. Depending on the situation, they did not care about our lives or death. I received a rumor that those soldiers sold all the food they should have given us to the black market!
He instinctively wanted to escape, the farther he ran, the better, it would be better not to see Li Banyue again...
Perhaps regaining memories can help him recover many lost things, but he is already so miserable that he is stupid, stupid, ugly, and will laugh when he sees them. Instead of recognizing them, letting his relatives and lovers feel sorry for each other, it is better to cut off the relationship...
He just wants to be a carefree and happy two fool, and a Mingjiali who starts over and starts...
call
The cold wind blew, sweeping the snow and ice all over the ground, bringing waves of biting cold currents.
Ming Jiali was slightly panting, and layers of white frost were formed on his messy long hair. His shirtless body was also covered with a black tight leather jacket. Although the warmth effect was not good, Ming Jiali was strong and had a thick and surging true energy to protect his body, so the cold air above 30 degrees below zero could not have too much impact on him.
This is a very dilapidated street, located in a remote location, and there are many steel cars and motorcycles covered with snow on the road, but these motor vehicles have long become scrap iron...
On both sides are houses from decades ago, which are very old. The walls are covered with traces of time. You can still see many houses in old-fashioned yards. There are a lot of trees and rattans planted in the yard. Unfortunately, most of the trees and rattans are frozen to death, withered, either covered by snow or yellow folds. Their previous vitality has disappeared...
this……
Where is this?
Ming Jiali was stunned for a moment, and a vague sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
He closed his eyes, and some messy memory flashed through his mind. He saw a little hairy child who was a little similar to him, playing on this dilapidated street... He also saw his majestic and loving parents, his grandparents with a long hair and a young face, and by the way, two younger brothers and sisters who were dragging their noses...
Ming Jiali was about to see these memory clips clearly, but a stinging pain came from his mind, causing him to wail in a low voice, hugged his head in pain again, took several deep breaths before he could barely calm down.
Perhaps, the trauma in my brain is so difficult that every time I recall my past memories, Ming Jiali always hurts his mind...
Ming Jiali didn't know that this was the place where he grew up when he was a child.
My grandfather’s old house is located here. Ming Jiali has lived here with his grandfather and grandmother since he was a child. Even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were still very young.
Unfortunately, on the first day of the doomsday, a deadly insect tide broke out in Yongcheng. Tens of thousands of red beetles and sickle beetles were slaughtering. Grandfathers and grandmothers, Li Jiamin's parents, and some messy relatives were all buried in the worm's belly, and the bones remained...
The only one who survived the Li family was Li Donglin's family, which was only a few three people in total. All the other aunts and sisters have become the past...
Therefore, the huge old house was abandoned. Even though Li Jiayu was so powerful that she was too lazy to get the old house back and let it go.
Nowadays, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become a refuge for a large group of refugees to live in. The old house of Li is even crowded and more than fifty people live in. Most of them are pity-free people who fled from other cities in Tiannan Province. Migrant workers, teachers, rich people, beggars, salesmen, civil servants, and migrant workers gathered in various professions and became a mess. There is even a former department-level official living here. Unfortunately, the department-level who once called the wind and rain is like a pity-free insect...
The streets were deserted and desolate, and no one was seen.
It's Ah, the cold weather is frozen, and the cold wind can almost freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who will run out and get cold after nothing?
Crouch
At this moment, the wooden door of Li's old house was pushed open, and the cold wind blew into the door, and more than a dozen men wearing thick clothes walked out in a rustling manner.
All of these dozen men had yellow faces, thin lips, and even more sluggish steps. They were obviously not allowed to eat for three meals, and they were hungry for a long time...
Although the clothes they wore were thick, they were not warm. Not to mention traditional down jackets, even cotton-padded sweaters were rare. They wore clothes made of ordinary fabrics, one of which was even more exaggerated. They wore more than a dozen shabby shirts, and two short-sleeved sleeves were wrapped around their heads, as hats and scarves...
In peacetime, such dressing will definitely make people laugh, but now this kind of dressing is too common. Many people in slums use summer clothes to keep warm. The only thing that is, this damn doomsday makes the climate chaotic. Not only can't see the sunshine, but the temperature is so terrible.
You should know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, subtropical area, and has not snowed for decades. Even in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month in previous years, the temperature rarely dropped below zero. Naturally, there are very few heavy clothes to keep the cold in Yongcheng, and even if there are, there will not be many. Compared with the seven million refugees, hundreds of thousands of sets are undoubtedly more monks and less porridge.
Uh... that... Hello...
Ming Jiali greeted the dozen men embarrassedly. He wanted to ask where this place was because he instinctively felt a strange kindness towards the old house of Li.
Sorry, little brother...
A middle-aged man in the lead had a sunken eye socket, a national character face, and a rough outline. He was wearing a dark green old guard coat. Judging from his accent and face, he didn't look like a native of Tiannan Province, but rather a native of Northeast China.
I'm sorry we can't accommodate you... This old house is only more than 100 square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it. It's already overloaded and it's so crowded that it can't be crowded anymore...
The middle-aged man explained tactfully.
He saw Ming Jiali having a bitter face and a white frost on his head, and subconsciously thought Ming Jiali was also a homeless mistress, looking for a place to live, and deliberately wanted to live in this old house.
Middle-aged people have seen too many such wanderers. Although homeless wanderers will definitely be frozen to death in such cold weather, middle-aged people must be hardened and refuse... After all, he is also poor and in a difficult situation, and no longer has the ability to help others.
No, no... Ersha just wanted to ask where this place was... Ming Jiali smiled shyly and showed yellow teeth at the middle-aged man with a cold face.
This is Nanning Street in Dongxing District, south of the city. It is very remote. It is already a complex of buildings from the 1970s... Perhaps, you shouldn't beg for such a poor kiln, but you should join the army. Look at you, you are full of muscles and as strong as a cow, and you should be able to get good treatment in the army, at least you can have no worries about food and clothing...
The middle-aged man nodded at Ming Jiali, then took the dozen men behind him to do the serious business.
No, no, Ersha has already joined the army... Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, and then asked stammered: Where are you going?Such a cold weather...
Go for food.
The middle-aged man opened his lips and sprayed a mouthful of white mist in the cold air. He said this simply and directly. Then he looked up and down at Ming Jiali and nodded secretly. If Ming Jiali was really a soldier rather than a pity wanderer, he could have made friends with him. However, this young man looked stupid and was afraid he would have no use value, right?
Foraging?Ah, no, isn’t food delivered every day in the army? Haitang told Ersha that every registered adult can get four steamed buns and two steamed buns for children. Sometimes the army will also distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes. Although there are very few, it can at least ensure that millions of people will not starve to death...
Ming Jiali stammered and said slowly that since he joined the warrior camp, he no longer had to worry about food. With his status as a low-level inheritor of level three, the army would provide him with a large amount of rice and meat buns every day, enough for him to eat. He gradually forgot how hard it is for the hard life of the majority of refugees, and he would suffer from cold and hunger every day and night.
Haha, you don’t understand the darkness... The middle-aged man shook his head, his thick and dark eyebrows tightened together on his face, and he sneered: The magical plants brought back by Major General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a large amount of food, but if he wants to produce food, he must consume the monster’s corpse flesh and blood, and the insect crystal magic core to quickly ripen energy... However, in the past ten days, there have been much fewer insects siege than before, which means that the harvested monster’s corpse flesh and blood have decreased sharply, and the grain produced is naturally much less...
It's not Ah, I remember that in the siege ten days ago, I harvested many corpses of demon turtles and tentacle monsters... Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.
Haha, I think it simple, I heard from some insiders that the corpses of the tentacle monster contain extremely toxic and cannot be used as fertilizer... The middle-aged man looked at Ming Jiali with complex eyes, and suddenly changed his mind: What's more, the right to distribute food is in the hands of the army... There are many tricks in this. The officers who distribute food are selfish. It's good to deduct a little, but even if it's not uncommon to deduct half of it... Everyone wants to eat enough, no one wants to endure hunger and hang their lives with steamed buns. Those officers who have enough pockets will resell the deducted food and make a profit from it...
This, how is this possible... Everyone in the warrior camp is very good... Ming Jiali said in surprise. With his pity IQ, he naturally could not understand the darkness of the human heart.
What a f*ck!
The middle-aged man spat, and the muscles on his cheeks squirmed, obviously clenched his teeth and said fiercely:
A few days ago, the army distributed two or three steamed buns to each of us every day, but in the past two or three days, the officers who managed this area simply did not come to distribute food. Depending on the situation, they did not care about our lives or death. I received a rumor that those soldiers sold all the food they should have given us to the black market!
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