I haven't seen Zhang Qiu for a few days. I think he should still be alive.
When Yu Xifeng walked over, he saw Zhang Qiu wearing a mask and coughing.
"Have you caught a cold?" Yu Xifeng asked him.
Zhang Qiu sneezed again, his eyes flushed red: "It should be an allergy to the cold air."
A bit abstract.
Old man Cai also looked as if he was used to it.
"It's like this when the temperature difference is too big. It's okay. It will be fine in half a day." Zhang Qiu lifted the lid of the pot. "This is the salted duck egg I left for you on the Dragon Boat Festival. Come and try it. I made this after I came in. The underground shelter has plenty of mud, if not anything else."
Yu Xifeng brought over a hot water bottle, which was originally intended for Old Man Cai, but he threw it directly to Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu grabbed the hot water bottle, and red patches appeared on the back of his bare hands.
He was born white, so the red color was particularly eye-catching, as if he was alcoholic.
Yu Xifeng didn’t know what to say.
The salted eggs are golden yellow and oil will ooze out when you pick them up with chopsticks.
It tastes very good.
There was a buzz of people outside, and Yu Xifeng looked out the door: "What's going on?"
"In the square, where the hymns were sung before, the priest is being executed. Do you want to go and see?"
Yu Xifeng shook his head: "Forget it, there's nothing to see."
On the platform, the priest looked calm.
The expression on his face was no different from when he led the hymn.
His hands were handcuffed to his chest and his eyes were calm.
He was forced to kneel down.
Then came the sound of bullets being loaded.
It was not just the priests who were to be shot.
There are simply too many believers who are causing major damage.
In the riots, they exercised the rights allegedly granted to them by the sun god.
Breaking into innocent people's homes and taking anything they find desirable.
People are executed every day.
But today, the most people came to watch the execution.
There was a strange atmosphere in the air, with a certain pious and tragic meaning quietly mixed in.
The crowd became agitated.
The priest raised his head and stared at the gray ceiling.
He suddenly became excited.
His eyes were filled with strong longing, and his sight seemed to penetrate the ceiling and see the sun outside the earth's surface.
"The sun is with me!" he shouted.
Gunshots rang out.
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