After the black stone was removed, some white began to appear around the edges of Song Xia's completely black eyes. She blinked and smiled at the children: "Don't cry, or the food will get cold."
"Aunt Song, are you alright?"
"Aunt Song, how are you feeling now?"
"Mrs. Song, why don't you lie down and rest first?"
"Aunt Song, I'll go get you some water."
"Let's eat first." Song Xia smiled easily. "I'm sorry to have worried you all during this time, but thankfully I haven't done anything that I'll regret."
"How can that Black Stone be so domineering?"
"What exactly is that?"
"This is something useful for Zile's research. With this, perhaps everyone will be able to see a wider world in the future."
Song Ziming and the others looked somewhat bewildered. In fact, even now, they didn't have a very good impression of Black Stone. However, since Song's mother was alright and it was useful to Zile, they decided to keep it.
"Aren't you sure you don't need to rest first?"
"I'm really fine, I'll just go change my clothes." The energy fluctuations made the surrounding zombies a little restless, but she used her power to dispel them. The hole in her chest had already scabbed over, which was one of the few advantages she had as a zombie.
When they came out, Song Ziqi had already reheated the dishes, making most of them her favorite foods.
The children have all grown up and no longer need her protection; they are the ones protecting her now.
"Eat!" She picked up her chopsticks, and only then did the children start eating. The mutated chili peppers that Song Ziming had picked were indeed quite spicy. Song Ziqing took a bite and immediately poured water into her mouth, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Song Xia asked Song Zi'an, "Does your heart still hurt?"
Song Zian proudly showed off: "It's all over now, Mom Song, look, I have fire-type superpowers."
"Yes, that's great."
The system, Xiao Ling, also jumped up and down: "The heart belongs to fire. Song Zi'an's fire-type ability quickly made up for the defect in his heart. He no longer needs to worry about the disease recurring."
"Xiaoling, thank you."
"Xiaxia, I knew you could do it! We made a promise to go to many more worlds!"
"Yes, I'm also very glad that I didn't break my promise."
With each new world she left, her memories began to fade, especially those of the children. She could barely recall their voices or faces. But she knew that the children were all doing well. She loved them, and they loved her too.
On the contrary, aside from the children's experiences in each world, she remembered them very clearly and enjoyed living in each world.
In retrospect, the world environment is not ideal, but with children around, she feels very happy. Seeing them safe and sound gives her a sense of accomplishment that no amount of scenery can compare to.
She seems to be increasingly enjoying this life of taking care of children and then being taken care of by them, even though she used to enjoy solitude. It can only be said that she is at a different stage and has different needs.
"Aunt Song, let me serve you some soup."
"Thank you, Ziying." Song Xia smiled, her eyes crinkling, and a sip of soup warmed her heart.
After finishing their meal, Song Ziming lit a fire, and Song Ziqi threw in a few mutated sweet potatoes and mutated corn. Mutated chestnuts were roasting on the side, and a pot of barley tea was brewed, just like before the apocalypse.
Before the apocalypse, they didn't have money for air conditioning. Every winter, Song Xia would collect unwanted furniture or branches pruned from the green belts to start a fire. Fortunately, their small city wasn't too strict about firewood, so they cozyly spent one winter after another like this.
Under the warm firelight, Song Xia slowly fell asleep. Song Ziqing and Song Zian leaned against her thighs on either side, and they also slowly closed their eyes. The voices of Song Ziming and the others gradually quieted down.
That's wonderful, they're back to how they used to be.
And so, no one mentioned going back to the new district, until Song Xia herself couldn't take it anymore.
"Shouldn't we go back and let them know we're safe?"
Song Ziming and the others pretended not to notice: "Oh, right! But they can live just fine without us, can't they?"
“It’s time to go back.” Song Xia made the decision. “Zi’an’s experiment can’t wait any longer. Every day we delay, the world may be one day slower in moving towards a new process.”
Song Ziying scoffed, "Does the world stop turning without us?"
"Indeed, who can blame us for being so capable? What's that saying again?"
Song Ziming chimed in, "With great power comes great responsibility."
"That's right. What if the White Tiger Base and the new district are under attack by zombies right now? They went through so much trouble to rescue us, we can't just sit idly by, can we? You built the new district from scratch, are you willing to let it fall?"
Thinking about it, Song Ziming and Song Ziqi were indeed quite uneasy. In the past three years, they had made many friends and planted many new crops. If it were all destroyed...
After exchanging a glance, they decided to listen to Song's mother and leave this comfortable place for the time being.
"Don't be sad, as long as we are all here, anywhere is home."
After making the decision, everyone started packing their things. At first, they didn't want to leave, but after setting off, they became a little excited, wondering how the new district was doing now.
Little did they know that not only the people in the new district, but also those in the White Tiger Base were talking about them. This time, the new district had not become decadent; on the contrary, the White Tiger Base had undergone many changes as a result.
Jin Huaimin completely withdrew, ultimately letting his conscience prevail over his desires. He carried out sweeping reforms at the White Tiger Base, but did not integrate it with the new district because Song Xia and Song Ziming had not returned, and he needed their approval.
However, there are no longer any obstacles to exchanges and transactions between them, and communication between technology and supernatural abilities is also unimpeded.
It was precisely because of this unity and cooperation that they were able to survive the zombie horde attack even without Song Xia. Although there were some sacrifices, they were able to endure it.
Dr. Jia was extremely frustrated; without Song Zile, he had lost his train of thought for the experiment.
“If you won’t go, I can go find them, right? Just give me two people.” Dr. Jia urged Zhong Xun again, his white hair a mess.
Zhong Xun said helplessly, "Doctor, it's very dangerous outside right now. Two people can't guarantee your safety, and nobody knows where they are."
"But what am I supposed to do if the experiment isn't making any progress?"
The two stared at each other, wondering who would have thought that little Song Zi'an was so important to the progress of the experiment and to future development.
"That black stone you mentioned, I guarantee it will be of great use!"
"If Sister Song doesn't regain her senses, no matter how great her influence is, it will be useless."
While they were arguing, someone came in to report that a car resembling Song Ziming's had returned, and the two men vanished instantly, as if they were racing to see who could run faster.
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