Chapter 218 Chapter 218 Heavy Fog
"Ouch, it's foggy."
"It's so foggy that I can't even see the road clearly."
"Meizi, remember to go downstairs and take the quilt away. It might rain heavily soon."
A sudden, thick white fog obscured everyone's vision in a fraction of a second. The sky and ground were covered in mist, and visibility was reduced to five meters.
Outside the guard room of the old residential complex, a few elderly men who were sitting and shelling beans and chatting were staring at the gathering fog in amazement.
But I didn't care too much.
Just fog.
Sister Tian, who lived on the third floor of Building 2, looked at the person walking towards her in the fog and asked casually, "Lao Zong, where are you going?"
The man called Lao Zong was an old man who looked to be in his fifties. He seemed to have been working in the fields all year round, and his back was a little hunched.
He smiled and said, "The kids are out of school. I'll pick them up from kindergarten."
Sister Tian said, "It's only three o'clock. You're going so early. You must want to see your grandchildren."
The old man smiled but said nothing.
He, He Junxia, did not expect that the person who made the wish this time was a 58-year-old man.
The old man's name is Zong Jianbai. He is a genuine farmer who has spent his entire life working with the land.
Last winter, my husband passed away suddenly due to illness, and I also had some health problems, so my son and daughter-in-law brought me to the city to take care of my grandchildren.
His wish is to watch his grandchildren grow up in the shelter, and even better still, to meet his great-grandchildren.
He Junxia rubbed his eyebrows.
This mission will take a long time.
The wisher's grandchildren are a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. They are only five years old this year and have just started the middle class of kindergarten. It will take at least 14 years to take care of the two children until they reach adulthood.
Moreover, the emergence of conditional shelters is enough to show that this mission world is a large-scale and comprehensive disaster.
The most important thing is that the person making the wish is already 58 years old, and all his bodily functions are declining, like an old, rusty machine.
Apart from anything else, He Junxia only quickened her pace a few steps before her knees began to ache. When it came time to escape, she'd be lucky not to be a drag, let alone protecting two children.
However, it is too early to consider these things now. The most urgent thing is to pick up the two children from kindergarten first, and then call back the wisher's son and daughter-in-law.
There's something wrong with this fog.
Not to mention that the wisher had never seen such strange fog in his nearly sixty years of life, and its sudden appearance on a sunny day caught people off guard.
Even He Junxia felt that there were some strange things hidden in the fog, and that feeling of being watched followed him like a shadow.
The higher the soul strength, the sharper the sixth sense.
According to senior taskers in the disaster group, when the soul strength exceeds 50, one can even see ghosts directly.
He Junxia's soul strength is close to 30, and he believes that his feelings will not be wrong.
It was early spring and most people were still wearing cotton-padded jackets and down coats to keep warm. However, He Junxia, who had hurried to the kindergarten gate, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The guard saw an old man lingering at the door. He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. After confirming that it was a familiar person, he said, "You're here too early. School is not over yet. There is still an hour."
He Junxia smiled: "I told the teacher in advance that something happened at home, so I took the child back early."
The guard said nothing more.
After a while, Teacher Qiuqiu from the middle class appeared with two children on her left and right.
The little boy happily climbed onto the railing: "Grandpa."
The little girl's voice was lowered: "Grandpa."
The young female teacher smiled and said, "Grandpa Pengpeng, I'll leave the two children to you. It's foggy now, so you must be careful when you cross the road."
He Junxia held the two children tightly and said, "Pengpeng, Jiajia, say goodbye to the teacher."
"Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye Pengpeng, goodbye Jiajia."
He Junxia left with the two children. Unlike the hurried pace he had when he came, he deliberately slowed down his pace when he left.
"Grandpa, why did you come to pick us up so early today?"
"Grandpa, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Grandpa, look, there are little mushrooms there. Can we eat them tonight?"
"grandfather……"
He Junxia tried to answer Zong Yipeng's questions at first, but the boy spoke too quickly, and the next question came as soon as he asked the previous one.
No wonder the grandfather in Calabash Brothers always has a sad face.
He Junxia could hardly stand one chatterbox, let alone seven. She was afraid her head would explode.
He Junxia looked at the boy on his left who was chattering and asking questions and liked to jump around, then looked at the girl on his right who was quietly looking at the mist curiously, and he muttered to himself.
They were supposed to be twins, a boy and a girl, and their birth times were less than two minutes apart, so how could their personalities be so different?
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"Grandpa, Grandpa."
"Grandpa, come and see, there are so many mushrooms, I want to pick one."
He Junxia looked in the direction the boy pointed and saw that beside the sidewalk they were walking on, the trunk of a ginkgo tree was covered with densely packed gray semicircular protrusions, like a kind of gray mushroom.
He Junxia frowned slightly.
When he came, he did not see such a strange ginkgo tree. The dense gray bumps looked like small tumors growing on the bark.
One after another, one connected to another, even people who don’t have trypophobia will feel nauseous and uncomfortable when seeing it.
"Grandpa, look, there are so many mushrooms over there. I want to take them home."
The boy's voice kept ringing, but He Junxia did not do as he wished, and even forced him to stay away from the green trees on the roadside.
"Let's go back quickly. Mom and Dad are waiting anxiously. Do you still want to eat scrambled eggs with ham?"
“I want to eat!”
Zong Yipeng's attention was quickly diverted, and He Junxia hurried to take the two children home.
He was sure that when he arrived, the roadside trees were normal, without those tumor-like gray bumps.
So there is only one explanation for these sudden appearances of gray things: they come from this strange thick fog.
Fortunately, the wisher's home was not far from the kindergarten. He Junxia looked at the landmark and knew they would be able to go back in a few minutes.
He Junxia said, "Pengpeng, Jiajia, you two should stay away from those strange mushrooms. Don't touch them, or you'll get mushrooms growing on your bodies, and you'll become mushroom people."
The five-year-old child still believed what adults said. Zong Yipeng, who was originally excited, suddenly avoided mushrooms as if they were snakes and scorpions.
Zhang Lingjia shook He Junxia's hand: "Grandpa, there are green mushrooms over there, and they glow." She spoke slowly like a little robot, each word popping out.
He Junxia turned around and saw a faint green light appearing and disappearing in the white mist. It was a very standard mushroom shadow.
He moved a little closer, squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was just as Zhang Lingjia said, a glowing dark green mushroom.
He Junxia didn't come any closer.
Red umbrellas, white stems, lying on the board after eating, brightly colored mushrooms like these are usually highly poisonous.
It took He Junxia twenty-five minutes to finally take the two children home from kindergarten. The visibility was less than three meters at this time.
"Don't run around, I'll open the door."
He Junxia released Zhang Lingjia's right hand and took out the key from his trouser pocket, but his left hand held Zong Yipeng tightly.
The boy in the twin pair was so lively that he didn't dare let go for fear of dying.
"Crack"
The security door was opened, and the living room was filled with white mist, as if the fairy-like special effects in a TV drama were turned on. He Junxia frowned.
This white mist all comes from outside the balcony.
He Junxia asked the two children to go into the bedroom first. There was much less fog in the bedroom than in the living room.
He quickly turned on the ventilation function of the two bedroom air conditioners, and found the standing fan in the utility room to blow out most of the white mist in the living room.
After the living room was almost free of fog, He Junxia closed the wooden door connecting the balcony and the living room tightly, and blocked the gap under the door with old clothes to prevent fog from seeping in.
Although I don't understand where this strange fog comes from, I can tell it's not a good thing just by looking at the ginkgo trees covered with gray bumps.
The wisher's son and daughter-in-law had not returned yet, so He Junxia called them one by one to tell them that the child had been taken home and asked them to come back soon.
After finishing all this, He Junxia took out some biscuits and bread and went to the two children's bedroom: "Pengpeng, Jiajia, grandpa is going out to buy some food. You two should eat and don't run around, okay?"
"good"
“Grandpa, what do you want to buy?”
"Go buy some rice. The rice at home is almost gone."
He Junxia patted the two children's heads and gave them some instructions again before leaving with her phone and stroller.
The trolley is a small cart designed for the elderly and works like a small suitcase. You can place heavy items in the front basket and carry them by the handles, saving time and effort.
It was just because of the wisher's request that my daughter-in-law Zhang Shuhui refused to use it after buying it and kept it under the bed, where it collected a lot of dust.
He Junxia hurried to a nearby pharmacy and bought several boxes of professional dust and haze-proof masks, both adult and children's versions, as well as a number of common household medicines and vitamin tablets.
The pharmacist at the drugstore smelled it out of curiosity, and he said with great confidence that he was afraid that the mist would affect the health of his grandchildren.
The pharmacist was speechless.
It would be a little strange if a young and strong man suddenly came to buy these things, but if it was a grandfather who was a close relative, everything would make sense.
After buying the medicine, He Junxia went to a nearby convenience supermarket and bought five rolls of noodles, each weighing 800g, which added up to eight kilograms.
In addition, there are many dried goods, such as seaweed, bean curd sheets, dried mushrooms, etc. The largest quantity is soybeans, and he directly bought out all the bags of soybeans in the small supermarket.
After buying these, He Junxia's cart was already full, but he walked to another store and said, "Give me four cartons of eggs, and wrap them tightly for me."
"Okay, one plate is 15, four plates are 60, do you want dried tofu and tofu?"
He Junxia glanced at the soy products directly exposed to the mist and shook her head, "No, give me two cans of moldy tofu."
The boss said happily, "The moldy tofu is 25, you can give me 100 for both."
He Junxia scanned the code and paid.
He dragged a lot of bags back, wearing a mask, with sweat on his forehead. When he walked downstairs of the community, he happened to meet Zong Kangping, the son of the wisher.
"Dad, why did you buy so many things?"
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