Chapter 31 I am a cold star in the sky

Banxia strung the salted fish together with ropes, all of which were long and slender green fish. You don't need bait to catch this kind of fish, just hooks. They can't tell the difference between fish hooks and baits, and will bite when they see the shiny fish hooks. Sometimes four or five fish can be caught with one rod. Every time Banxia goes out fishing, she can eat two meals of fresh fish. She cleans the green fish's internal organs, wipes off the water, and then puts them into a hot oil pan and fries them until golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The green fish in this season are extremely fat and tender, melts in the mouth, and tastes sweet.

The remaining fish is marinated with salt and hung on the balcony to dry.

Facing the morning light, the girl's sweaty profile outlines a soft curve. Her fair skin is almost translucent in the sun, and you can see the reddish blood vessels. She stretches out her arms as she stands on tiptoe to hang fish. Her back and waist under her black short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts look like newly sprouted willow branches in early spring.

What a beautiful soft girl.

But the next moment, this soft girl grabbed the American cockroach flying past her eyes with lightning speed and crushed it to death with her thumb and index finger.

Pinellia's 72 unique skills: Vajra Finger!

After drying the salted fish, the girl picked up the plastic basin on the floor and poured the blood into the kitchen drain.

The old, tattered standing electric fan in the living room was shaking its head "clatteringly". I don't know when it would fall down. And no one knew how many years this fan had been used. The teacher found it in the garbage dump, and it was still usable.

"Mom and Dad, I'll wash the clothes first, and then make breakfast."

Banxia walked into the bathroom in blue plastic slippers, picked up the dirty clothes on the washbasin and smelled them.

There was a strong smell of sweat, and Banxia frowned and immediately pushed it away.

Beautiful girls also have body odor.

"Where's the soap... Where's the soap?"

The girl stood on one foot and rolled around in the bathroom with brisk movements.

The brown-yellow hard soap used for laundry is something that Pinellia has stored in abundance, but soap for bathing is hard to find, especially if it is stored in places with high air humidity for a long time. The humid environment will cause the soap to become sour and moldy.

"Dad! Mom! Did you see where the soap is? The soap for washing clothes...ah, I saw it, I saw it."

She has a very durable wooden washboard.

First soak the dirty clothes in water, Banxia brought a small stool and started rubbing the clothes.

"Mom and Dad, I haven't contacted him for three days. Do you think he is ignoring me?"

The girl looked down at the blue jeans in her hands, foam and dirty water flowing down between her fingers, and she looked a little absent-minded.

"Will he be online tonight?"

"He said he lives in 2019. Dad, Mom, do you think this is true or not? Does ICOM725 have this function? If it's not true, then he lives in Qinhuai District. Why haven't I encountered it in all these years?"

In a world where human civilization has been completely destroyed, time has changed from clear and countable grids to a flowing river. Banxia makes a note and draws a circle on a piece of paper every day. She may be the last person who keeps time in the universe, and she has the final say on the time of the entire universe.

Banxia said, today is September 5, 2040.

Then this huge universe with an observable radius of 45 billion light years will be September 5, 2040.

Banxia had a thick stack of paper to use for timekeeping. When the paper ran out, she would carve the time on the wall, pillars, floor, tree trunks, and even on the road.

In a world where there is only one person left, is it still necessary to keep a calendar?

Banxia doesn’t know.

She was just following her teacher's lead, and after the teacher left, she continued with his approach. This lonely girl walked forward alone, extending the history of human existence bit by bit.

Banxia had a mechanical pocket watch that she had to wind up every day, but mechanical watches would become less and less accurate, so she found several watches and calibrated them against each other - and the most accurate calibration object was the black moon. At 6:30 every evening, the black moon would appear on the horizon on time and was never late.

When checking the time, Banxia only needs to hold the watch in her hand and look at the black moon rising over the horizon to know whether the watch is accurate.

The teacher said that the black moon is so accurate, not off by one minute every day, so its orbit must be a standard circle, and such a standard circular orbit shows that it is not a natural satellite.

Banxia certainly knew that it was not a natural satellite.

When she was born, there was only one moon in the world.

That is the white moon.

The girl scrubbed the pants clean, wrung them out vigorously, then shook them out, strung them on a hanger, and hung them on the clothesline in the living room, patting them left and right.

"If only I could prove to him that I'm actually living in 2040."

"But there is no one but myself who can prove what I say."

"Dad, Mom, it would be great if you could speak."

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After breakfast, Banxia cleaned the house.

They have to do a thorough cleaning every week. First, they move their parents to the balcony and put them away. Then they use a rag to wipe the sofa and coffee table. The solid wood coffee table is very heavy and difficult to move. The original coffee table in this room was made of glass, but it was broken a long time ago, so the teacher replaced it with a wooden one. I think it took a lot of effort for the teacher and her to lift it up.

"I am a cold star in the sky, watching you quietly."

The girl hummed a song.

"You are a mystery that has spread in the world, shaking the boundless heaven and earth..."

Banxia can sing many songs, all of which were taught by her teacher, who sings very well.

During the years when her teacher was still alive, she took Banxia through the empty streets, using her singing to drive away nearby wild beasts.

The girl scrubbed the sofa clean, then washed the rag in the bucket. After wiping the sofa, she wiped the cabinet and took out the pistol in the cabinet to wipe it. Spring cleaning is a very water-consuming job. Fortunately, Banxia is not short of water. After cleaning the living room, Banxia went to the balcony to move her parents back, and finally wiped her parents clean.

Step by step, she made the house clean and bright. Every time she cleaned the house, Banxia's mood would improve. Looking at the sunlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed to shine into her heart. This was her home, her fortress.

The world is so big, the whole city belongs to her, but she only wants this small corner.

She is a snail and this is her shell.

Whenever the sun sets and the twin moons rise, the girl curls up on the small bed, holding the fat little plastic table lamp in her hand.

"If I ask you, you will know that my heart is responding to you..."

Banxia pulled out the magazine of the pistol, checked the bullets in it, and pushed the 9mm steel-core bullets one by one onto the coffee table, making crisp sounds.

Finally she turned the pistol around, closed one eye and looked through the muzzle.

The index finger pulled the trigger, there was a "click" sound, and the girl smiled.

"I want to ask if you have heard what moved my heart."

"Before you know it, you have already..."

Banxia hummed softly.

"Warm my lonely life."

(End of this chapter)