Returning to the shelter, Feng Ling felt the soft spiritual energy blowing across her cheek like a breeze. When she came near the tent she had built, Feng Ling was a little surprised.
Because the place where the tent was set up before was very empty. Although there were trees, there was only the old tree where Buzhi was sitting before. However, now there are more than ten new three-meter-high trees near her tent, and there are also several new ones near the tent.
Tent. If she hadn't been really sure that this was where she set up her tent and saw her own tent, she wouldn't have been sure that this was the location four days ago.
There were no signs of transplantation on the trees, as if they had grown here from the beginning. This made Feng Ling a little curious. When Feng Ling was looking at the trees, a man wearing glasses came out of the tent next to Feng Ling.
He was young, around twenty-six or seventeen years old. He was dressed casually. He was holding a book in his hand and had a simple identity card on his arm with words such as professor on it. When he saw Feng Ling, his face
He wore a smile that was kind to strangers but a little distant.
If it weren't for the fact that he had the same two-leaf clover on his head as the head of Manyangyang Village, Feng Ling would have thought he was more like a serious professor.
Before he had gone far, the curtain of the tent was opened by another hand, and a man who looked a little careless came out. His deep facial features showed no expression. He held a cigarette in his hand and the yellow cigarette butt stood out.
The knuckled fingers look very elegant. He is wearing a light gray shirt and casual trousers, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He is undoubtedly handsome and suave.
He whistled very arrogantly at the man who was walking away, and then laughed loudly. Feng Ling saw that the professor was walking faster.
Feng Xiao held Feng Ling's hand with one hand, put the other hand into his pocket, rubbed the camera with his fingers, and murmured to himself, "There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in City Z. Well... maybe the world is too small."
"Hey, little neighbor, I haven't seen you for four days and I thought you would never come back!" The smile on the man's face was very embarrassing, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his water-blue eyes were as pure as a clear spring.
"Hey, let's talk next time. Brother, I'm leaving first!" Seeing that the professor in the distance had already walked away, the man who wanted to say something more immediately became serious, but immediately returned to his carefree look and got up to chase after him.
A strange pair of neighbors.
Bu Zhi disappeared again after returning to the shelter, and Feng Ling couldn't feel where he was. It seemed that the positioning was Bu Zhi's unilateral power over her.
Feng Xiao moved his tent next to Feng Ling's. The two used the turbidity gene core to exchange for some daily necessities. After cleaning themselves up, they went to the radio and notice boards to see if there were any updates.
Passing by a hot pot restaurant, the spicy aroma wafted in the wind, which gave Feng Ling the idea of eating it. Feng Xiao also smelled it, and his light green eyes were fixed on the door of the hot pot restaurant for a moment, and he took a sip.
Drooling, he pulled Feng Ling's hand, "Sister...I'll treat you to hot pot!"
Feng Ling smiled and tightened Feng Xiao's hand, "Let's go, I'll treat you to something."
The door of the hot pot restaurant is automatic. As soon as Feng Ling and Feng Xiao walked over, the glass door opened automatically. The decoration in the store was similar to that of an ordinary hot pot restaurant, but the scale was smaller. In addition, there were not many customers, but the tables were also
It was half full.
Just as they walked in, a waiter came over and asked what kind of soup base they wanted. Feng Xiao and Feng Ling looked at each other and said in unison, "Spicy!"
Woo hoo... no matter how spicy it is, it's not fun!
When Feng was young, his eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but smack his lips. These days when he came to Xuanmeng, he either ate dry and tasteless biscuits or the cheap but unpalatable steamed buns from the shelter. It felt like his sense of taste was almost gone. There was no chili.
, simply soulless!
The self-service hot pot is also very affordable. When Feng Ling and Feng went to pick up food when they were young, they met a couple who also came to pick up food. The couple looked similar to the two of them, and Feng Ling spotted them at a glance.
relative?
The couple also saw Feng Ling and Feng Xiaoxiao, which was very different from what Feng Ling imagined. The couple simply ignored Feng Ling, stared at Feng Xiaoxiao and screamed, "Ghost!"
Feng Xiao's expression froze, his eyes rolled, and after carefully looking at the couple for a few seconds, he began to show off his lack of acting skills, "Um...are you uncle or aunt?"
Reader settings
Setting 3: You can specify the identity of a deceased life in the world.
Setting 4: You only own your own memory.
Feng Xiao thought about the plot in the book. Feng Ling's Relatives seemed to describe a couple like this, but they were not close, and his body seemed to be quite close to them. Logically speaking, he should be Feng Ling's cousin.
younger brother.
This body is already dead, so he can obtain his identity according to the rules, but the rules also restrict him. Feng Xiao cannot obtain the memory of this body.
I have to make up a reason why he is still alive, well... I hope this couple never attended his funeral or saw his body, but it seems unlikely?
Feng Xiao said bravely, "I have actually been conscious all these years. When I was in the hospital, the doctor said that there was little hope of survival and that the breath of life was almost gone. So later my parents thought I was dead and buried me. However, the spirit energy
The resuscitation allowed my body to slowly recover, so I crawled out of the grave. Don't worry, I'm not a ghost!"
It sounded like an awkward reason, but the couple believed it. They looked at Feng Xiaoxiao’s red face and saw that he was still holding a plate with meat in his hand. After calming down, his expression became much more normal. After all, the ghost
There should be no need to eat hot pot...
Alas, both the spiritual energy and the turbid energy have accepted it. If a person crawls out of the grave and tells them that the person is not dead, then they can all accept it.
Only then did the couple notice Feng Ling, "Ling girl!"
The hot pot for two turned into a hot pot for four. When Feng Lingfeng was young, he and his wife sat at a square table, ordered four small hot pots, each had his own, and then there was a flurry of greetings, and the four of them chatted pretty well.
easy.
From the couple's words, Feng Ling learned that she disappeared a year ago. The surveillance camera captured her passing by an alley when she was caught by two men on her way home from school. They took her into a car and abducted her.
Before the police could solve the case, the turmoil erupted, and these cases naturally disappeared. It was not until the shelters were established that some order was restored in these institutions, but it may not be possible to continue as before.
Although there were few types of food and no meat, it was still a delicious hot pot meal. Feng Ling and Feng Xiao left after eating the hot pot. The couple asked them to move to their place, and Feng Ling and Feng Xiao did not hesitate.