Chapter 791 Military Cotton Clothes
"Wife, wife, I miss you so much. I thought I would never see you again in this life."
Zhan Lian was mumbling sweet nothings into An Ran's ear. He didn't care about the people around him cheering. He only cared about himself. "I was locked up in the underground second floor of the war reserve resource library. Did you know? It turns out that this war reserve resource library not only stores gasoline, but also has a larger underground second floor with more resources. I was locked up there. I miss you so much."
He had never missed An Ran as much as he had in the past seven days. It was very cold in there. Many areas had air conditioning. There was electricity and water, and there were also lots of compressed foods to eat. But what made him mentally collapse was not the harsh living environment.
It's the kind of loneliness that is suppressed deep in the human heart. When people don't know whether they can get out of that place in their lifetime, it is turned out and gnaws at everyone's heart bit by bit.
With every passing second, Zhan Lian missed An Ran more than the previous one. He remembered many details about An Ran, how miserable she was when they first met, the deep breath she took when he kissed her for the first time. This was his wife, and every word she said in the quarrel with him on the phone was remembered by Zhan Lian.
Loneliness makes Zhan Lian love An Ran even more.
He kept saying that he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, which made An Ran cry. Then she smiled, hugged the baby, supported Zhan Lian, and returned to the tent, starting the warm daily reunion of the family of three after the disaster.
The remaining people, including Luo Feifan and Yun Tao, were lifted up by the crowd. They were very happy. They were just about to dance hula around these people. The atmosphere of excitement was fully created inside and outside the pit.
Someone curiously took a look at the stone door of the war preparedness resource library. My God, it was so dark and cold in there, like a bottomless black hole. No wonder Zhan Lian and the others who came out were all wearing military cotton coats.
Looking at the stone door again, it was extremely hard and thick, with the inside being filled with complicated and delicate mechanisms. Rao Zhanlian was a gold-type mutant, and if he moved any of the circuits on it, it might end up self-destructing.
So no one touched the facilities here. Some brave people used the flashlight on the power bank to shine inside, and found layers of compressed and folded cotton clothes piled up in the dark. There were so many of them, everywhere.
"Are we going to start selling cotton-padded clothes again in Baihua City?" Someone walked in with a smile and hunched arms, casually took out a pile of cotton-padded clothes, and said, "Wow, they are all military coats. Look, there are words printed on the back. They are wartime resources..."
"Never mind, find someone to move it."
The people gathered at the door smiled and swaggered into the dark war preparedness resource warehouse, taking out sets of cotton-padded clothes from it. There was a cold smell on the cotton-padded clothes. It seemed that they had been staying in this underground for several years or even more than ten years.
Then everyone started to move in the cotton-padded clothes. Someone passed by Chen Chaogong and saw him and Wu Simiao sitting on the muddy ground, so he smiled and joked:
"Mr. Chen, I see you have a bitter face. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you feel that such a large war reserve resource library is monopolized by our Baihua City? Are you feeling very unbalanced?"
(End of this chapter)