Fang Qing finished the meal with some trepidation, and then Grandma Fang had someone take her back to her second son's villa.
Then he called his sons and the old man into the room: "I can confirm that Fang Qing is not a member of the Fang family. Xiao Hao is right."
"Mom, didn't you have no evidence before? How come you're suddenly certain now?" Fang Haiyan asked, puzzled.
"With your temper, if I told you, wouldn't you just send her back? What if you get exposed?" Grandma Fang retorted.
"Mom, do you have something on your mind? Are you sure Fang Qing isn't our child?" Fang Qinghe asked with some suspicion.
Without a paternity test, how could her mother be certain? This wasn't revealed in her past life either.
"I'm very sure!" Grandma Fang closed her eyes briefly, then said with certainty.
That bitch Li Xueqin really crossed her line. She wouldn't be this angry if that bitch hadn't come back today.
She's courting death; she has no one to blame but herself.
"Mom, what do you mean...?" Fang Shengping looked at Grandma Fang.
"It's so cold today, if someone stays outside for too long, won't they freeze to death?" Grandma Fang suddenly said something completely out of the ordinary.
In her dream, she seemed to have frozen to death just like that; it was so cold.
"Of course they'll die. Hundreds of thousands of people have frozen to death at home without heating, let alone outside," Fang Haiyan replied with a cold laugh.
He instantly understood what Grandma Fang was thinking.
Treating him like a monkey is a waste; he deserves to experience the taste of having nowhere to live.
"Alright, it's my job to protect against the cold and freezing. I'll have people increase patrols!" Fang Shengping replied, taking a deep breath.
He rose to this position by fighting his way through a crowd of scheming and conspiracies.
It's precisely because he's already in this position that such a thing happened in his family; it's a huge embarrassment for him.
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A week later, Wang Zhen and Li Xueqin both died unexpectedly from freezing.
I heard that the windows cracked from the cold, and the air conditioning got into the house.
Upon hearing that Li Xueqin was dead, Fang Qing was initially incredulous.
It was only later that she realized that perhaps her grandmother and the others had never believed her from the beginning.
She really isn't the Fang family's daughter.
The thought of living in the Fang family's house terrified her; she feared she might freeze to death for no reason.
After living in fear for a while, she found an opportunity to quietly leave the Fang family.
But after that, she never appeared again; all that was heard was that another person had frozen to death in a room sometime down the mountain…
The cold wave persisted until April.
One day in early April, the temperature suddenly rose to zero degrees Celsius, and it started raining heavily again.
This signals the end of winter.
"It's finally raining heavily, but I wonder how long this rain will last?"
Looking at the familiar torrential rain outside, the people inside didn't know whether to be overjoyed or worried.
After nearly five months of extreme cold, a sudden downpour has begun, and it's unclear how long the rain will last.
"Judging from the timing, summer will be here in about a month, so this rain definitely won't last too long," Grandma Fang replied.
Seeing Grandma Fang's resolute expression, Fang Yuan leaned close to Fang Qinghe's ear and whispered, "Dad? Did you tell Grandma?"
If no one had told her about the apocalypse, how could Grandma Fang have known so much about it?
Fang Qinghe shook his head and replied softly, "Your grandma had a dream too."
"Huh? Then...?"
Did her grandmother already know about her online space?
"Um!"
Fang Qinghe nodded and replied with three words.
"I knew it..."
I don't know when it started, but the old lady stopped liking to ask questions.
He would often tell her what he wanted to eat.
He was just happy to see something new appear, even more composed than the old man.
It seems they already knew about my social media space.
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The torrential rain continued for a month, during which the temperature slowly rose.
Until the downpour stopped, the dark clouds in the sky also quietly dispersed.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature rose to forty degrees Celsius that same day.
Wiping away the sweat that kept seeping from my body, I realized that even several bowls of ice in the room couldn't block out the heat from outside.
"My God, how can it be so hot?"
Grandma Fang sat inside the house, looking at the blazing sun outside.
She then realized that what she saw in her dream was so different from her actual experience, which was incredibly distressing.
"Grandma, I've stored a lot of ice. If you feel hot, I'll get some more," Fang Yuan replied.
"Okay, make some more."
Grandma Fang nodded and then asked, "This heat has suddenly become so intense, could there be a plague?"
She felt worried when she thought about the people in her dream who went out to find food and got infected.
"What can you do even if there's a plague? The best thing you can do is take care of yourself and not get sick," Grandpa Fang replied, sitting in his recliner with his eyes closed.
I suffered when I was young, and now I have to suffer again in my old age. I don't know which deity I offended.
“I’ve collected some Chinese herbs beforehand, and I’ll have my brother and the others brew them for us to drink,” Fang Yuan replied.
That's all she can help with; she really can't take care of anyone else.
"Yes, that's good. It's always good to be on the safe side." Grandma Fang nodded, then looked at the sky outside. "I hope the weather will return to normal soon."
As time went by, the high temperatures did not decrease despite people's prayers; instead, they intensified.
Soon, the temperature rose to fifty degrees, then sixty degrees, and during the hottest period it reached nearly eighty degrees.
Every day, the sun seems to be baking the earth red, relentlessly scorching it.
Fang Yuan's family could only stay indoors as much as possible, and those who went out to search dared not go out anymore.
Because going out means certain death!
Every day, Fang Yuan would take out some ice to lower the temperature inside the house.
At the same time, she would also brew some traditional Chinese medicine for everyone to drink to boost their immunity.
However, despite their best efforts to prevent it, the disease began to spread.
Those who die directly from heatstroke are alright, but the most terrifying are those who are half-dead and can only wait to die.
In September, several volcanoes around the world suddenly erupted, and the sky was once again covered with volcanic ash and dark clouds.
Temperatures dropped, but they were greeted by torrential rains sweeping the globe.
"When will this end? Are we going to face another harsh winter soon?"
Even Aunt Zhang Xiaofang figured out the rhythm below.
After the torrential rain comes the harsh winter, then the torrential rain again, followed by the scorching summer...
This cycle repeated for five years throughout the apocalypse, before the weather gradually became less extreme.
By the seventh year, the weather had basically returned to normal, but summers and winters were much harsher than before.
Fortunately, people who have gotten used to it are now daring to go out.
Those who survived had reached their limit and had to start clearing land and farming again.
Fang Yuan provided the seeds that Fang Qinghe and Fang Chengjun had collected earlier, along with the extra seeds he had stored.
In the tenth year, the world returned to its former order, and everything looked prosperous and thriving.
Many people dare not recall the dark period they once experienced.
Grandpa Fang and Grandma Fang also passed away with smiles in that year.
Fang Yuan did not get married in this life. Despite her constant attempts to avoid natural disasters, she did not meet her ideal partner.
Fang Chengjun did get married to a young woman he had helped during the disaster, and they had three children.
Because she was taking Xiaota with her, she left most of the family fortune collected by Fang's father to Fang Chengjun's children.
"System, can I consider this a peaceful death?"
On his deathbed, Fang Yuan asked the system with some trepidation.
[Yes, you lived happily until you died of old age, so of course it counts.]
"That's good. Don't be so difficult next time, okay?"
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Fang Yuan, having not received a reply from the system, fell asleep. When he woke up again, he discovered he had been tricked once more...
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