Chapter 195 This battle will definitely be won!
"yes,"
Yuan Qiu continued, "When the news came out, the entertainment industry went wild."
Su Qian frowned and said with regret: "Oh, what a pity."
She could tell now.
The new member in the group, 'Song Yao', is the same person as the Song Yao in the entertainment industry.
Vegetative state...
Could it be because she is a vegetable?
So after joining the group, the avatar turns gray?
After eating and drinking.
When Su Qian returned to Yunjin Villa, it was already completely dark.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding her laptop and began to search the Internet for more information about Song Yao in the entertainment industry.
"Why are you suddenly interested in the entertainment industry?"
Lu Yao appeared beside Su Qian at some point, and looked at her concentrating on the computer screen with confusion in his eyes.
Su Qian raised her head slightly and saw that it was Lu Yao.
He replied, "I just want to see if she is dead or not."
Lu Yao had a strange expression on his face. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "What you said is really creepy."
"I'm just curious."
Su Qian sighed helplessly and put the computer aside.
Leaning on the sofa, he said, "She left me a dream and asked me to help her fulfill her wish, but Zhou Ran reported on the news that Song Yao was not dead, but had become a vegetable."
"Lu Yao, do you think the soul of a vegetative person is still in his body?"
Lu Yao frowned slightly after hearing Su Qian's words.
A thoughtful look appeared on his face.
After a while, he slowly said, "As a rule of thumb, a vegetative state simply means that the cerebral cortex is severely damaged and is in an irreversible deep coma."
"But as to whether the soul is still in the body, this is still undetermined in the world of immortal cultivation."
Listening to Lu Yao's analysis, Su Qian frowned even more tightly.
This is also what puzzled her.
It seems that we can only know the specific situation after the new member appears in the chat group.
…
War plane.
In the snow-covered air-raid shelter, there was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had two pigtails and her pale and thin face was covered with dirt and tear marks.
Who would have thought that she is the popular young actress in the modern entertainment industry, Song Yao.
At this time, Song Yao was curled up in the corner, wrapped in a worn and thin coat, shivering slightly from the cold.
From time to time, the roar of enemy planes flying past and the loud sound of bombs exploding could be heard outside.
The entire air-raid shelter trembled slightly.
Dust and snowflakes fell from the cave ceiling.
"Sister Xiaoyao, I'm scared."
A little girl of five or six years old was sitting timidly next to Song Yao, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her eyes full of fear and anxiety.
Song Yao looked at her like this and hugged her in her arms with heartache.
She said gently, "Xiao Tao, don't be afraid. Sister is here. With us here, those bad guys can't hurt you."
Xiao Tao raised her head and looked at Song Yao with a hint of dependence in her eyes.
She whispered, "Sister Xiaoyao, when will this war end? I miss the old days when my parents were still around and the village was so lively."
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Song Yao sighed softly, hugged Xiao Tao into her arms, and whispered to her in comfort: "It will be over, this battle will definitely be over!"
"We will definitely win!"
There was determination in her eyes.
Most of the people in the air-raid shelter were injured, elderly, children, women and children.
After hearing their conversation, they all fell silent, their eyes filled with despair.
Will you really win?
This group of old and young women and children have long been exhausted both physically and mentally by this long and cruel war.
Hunger and severe cold are like two invisible hands.
It tightly gripped the throats of this group of old, young, women and children.
"Sister, I'm so cold." Xiaotao huddled closer to Song Yao, her little body shivering uncontrollably.
Her tender face, hands and feet were covered with frostbite, ulcers and bleeding.
It looks shocking.
Song Yao hurriedly wrapped her worn and thin coat around Xiaotao tighter, trying to cover her completely.
The other people in the air-raid shelter were also frozen to the point of turning blue and purple.
If this continues, even if I don’t starve to death, I will be frozen into an ice sculpture.
At this time, a soldier with wounds all over his body and wearing tattered and thin clothes slowly walked over.
He took out a few frozen potatoes from his arms, handed them to Song Yao, and said in a hoarse and weak voice:
"Comrade Xiao Song, give... give it to the children. I'm injured... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer. It would be a waste to keep these potatoes. Let the children hold on a little longer."
Song Yao looked at the soldier's hands covered in blood and frostbite.
And the potatoes he offered.
My eyes suddenly turned red.
She quickly declined, "Captain Zhou, this won't do. You're injured too and need to replenish your energy. Keep these potatoes for yourself."
In this era of material scarcity and constant bombardment.
Even a frozen potato was a luxury.
Song Yao knew that this potato was the food he was given when he was on a mission before, and he was reluctant to eat it despite being hungry.
The comrade called Captain Zhou forced a smile:
"Maybe the organization will find us in a couple of days, and by then we'll have food. Give this to the child first."
When Song Yao wanted to say something.
A light flashed in my mind, and suddenly something appeared.
"[Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group]?"
Song Yao was shocked.
Could this be my golden finger?
Thinking of this, she immediately opened the chat group, but she was not interested in the 99+ messages in the group.
Instead, I was attracted by an announcement.
[Group Announcement: In the chat group, you can not only communicate with group members, but also exchange supplies. Supplies can only be exchanged with people in the real world. To exchange, just take a photo and upload it, or shoot a video, and it will be transmitted to the other party. There is only one opportunity to exchange supplies per week, so please exchange with caution.]
"Can we trade with Modern?" Song Yao was ecstatic.
I quickly sent a message in the chat group.
Su Qian happened to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and received a message in the chat group.
Song Yao (War Era): "I saw a group announcement about exchanging supplies. I don't have anything valuable right now. Can I owe you something for now?"
Song Yao (War Years): "I'm in urgent need of food and cold-weather clothes. Don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to return them to you @苏浅 (Modern City)"
Song Yao popped up in the group.
Not only Su Qian, but everyone else in the group also showed up.
Everyone noticed that even though Song Yao came out to chat, her avatar was still gray and offline.
"What's the situation over there now?"
Su Qian sent a message doubtfully, "Don't worry about the clothes and food. I'll send them to you. How much do you need?"
Song Yao (war years): "We took refuge in an air-raid shelter. There were about 70 of us, mostly wounded elderly, children, women and children, and a few frontline soldiers who escorted us."
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