Chapter 1193 Never See You Again
Under the tall building, many people had gathered. Some of them had children riding on their necks. They stood under the unfinished stage, happily watching Jingxuan dancing with a fan.
Although this enchanting woman was still wearing a down jacket and her figure was not yet in costume, everyone was watching her with great interest. Such days did not exist in any base in the north.
People are living in a hurry and it seems extravagant. Is there anyone to dance with fans for them? Dancing with swords is more like it.
"Mom, why are they burning paper on the ground?"
Wawa seemed to have seen such a scene in someone's mind. He pointed at some people on the roadside, took out a basin, threw paper into the basin, and asked An Ran,
“Are they worshipping God?”
"They should be worshipping their dead relatives."
An Ran looked in the direction the doll pointed, and sure enough, there were some people kneeling on the side of the road with a brazier in front of them. They were throwing some clothes and papers into it, and then wiping tears from their faces.
"Mom, why do we burn things for our dead relatives?" Wawa was a little confused. "Does worshipping mean worshipping our dead relatives like gods?"
"It's different in nature." An Ran picked up the doll standing beside her and said with some emotion: "This is a way of missing relatives and people who are important to them. It's different from worshipping gods. They just need a day to miss someone openly."
Then pick up weapons, put on armor, and continue to fight for survival in the apocalypse.
Looking at the people burning paper downstairs, Anran was slightly moved. Tomorrow is the day of survival. Today we have sent off the deceased and said goodbye to the past. Tomorrow should be the festival.
She didn't know when this Survivor Day started to be mentioned. It seemed that when they were at the Yaoyang Base, Fatty's people would celebrate this festival. Then, over the years, it really became a festival, and it was celebrated in a very grand manner.
Then on the next morning, early in the morning, there were even more people burning paper on the roadside, and the sounds of crying gradually became audible. Some people were sobbing softly, some were crying loudly, some were talking while burning paper, and some had no expression on their faces, but there was deep pain in their eyes.
On this day three years ago, the end of the world came. On this day three years ago, mankind began its racial misfortune. Every separation began three years ago today. The one who left was the important person around them, and the one who performed the operation on them was also the most important person around them.
We didn't say goodbye properly at that time, and now that life has settled down, I can only say goodbye to that important person in this way.
Goodbye, I will continue to work hard for the rest of my life, and you please rest assured.
Messy green grass grew on the broken road surface. Someone stood up from the crying crowd, raised his hand, and scattered a handful of paper money, which floated in the cold air. Some people cried for their wives, some for their mothers, and the cries became louder and louder, so loud that the babies in the high-rise buildings, who had no one to miss, could not help but burst into tears.
An Ran looked at the doll in surprise, sat up from the bed and asked:
"Baby, your parents are not dead, why are you crying?"
"I don't know either!" The baby was wearing pajamas, sitting in the quilt, crying with her eyes closed. "It's so sad, mom, so many emotions, so sad."
It's over. I have Alzheimer's disease
(end of this chapter)