Ye Shang took a sip of fruit wine, ate a bite of braised pork, swallowed, and said, "I think this trip might bring some different gains?"
This stemmed from the familiarity she felt with the black-clad zombie she had seen before.
She always felt that the zombie might have some connection with Qingli.
"By the way, have you finished all your work?" Ye Shang asked.
Qingli nodded: "That's about right, we can basically free up several days."
Ye Shang nodded.
The setting sun outside the window was slowly sinking, casting a warm, golden glow on everyone's faces. The two of them didn't necessarily have to chat non-stop.
Usually, it's Qingli who does the talking, and Ye Shang listens, occasionally chiming in.
Qingli would talk about interesting things he had seen or that had happened at the base, and as he spoke, a gentle smile remained on his lips.
Ye Shang loved looking at his face the most, and he naturally knew what kind of expression would keep her attention on him.
After finishing their meal, the two strolled leisurely home. The roads had been rebuilt to look almost exactly like they were before the apocalypse, with light rail and buses running on them, similar to those in the pre-apocalyptic world.
These were all developed in the last two years.
By this time, the sun had completely set, and the sky was gradually darkening. The streetlights in the base were also lighting up one by one as night fell.
A cool night breeze blew in the air, causing everyone to unconsciously hunch their shoulders. The temperature difference had remained unchanged for the past few years. In this apocalyptic world, which had never seen rain, it only snowed continuously for half a month during the Lunar New Year.
The temperature difference is large every day at other times, but fortunately everyone has gotten used to it now. Some people who don't have time to go home will keep a jacket in their bag.
If a person with superpowers can withstand it, they will usually go home and put on an extra coat.
There's no way around it; once night falls, the temperature suddenly drops by ten or twenty degrees, with only a cold wind blowing or a dry chill that stings people's faces. Some smarter people even prepare thick masks and hats.
The cold night wind ruffled the hair on Ye Shang's forehead, and his signature black robe rippled slightly in the wind, while his waist-length hair swayed gently behind him.
Qingli walked side by side with her on the street where people could pass through. Looking at this place, which was even more developed than before the apocalypse, his eyes were full of tenderness.
As the two walked along the street, people who recognized them would occasionally come out to greet them.
Qingli suddenly said, "If people continue to live like this, it's not so bad."
He didn't wait for Ye Shang's reply, but continued, "Isn't this the homeland that the superhumans protect? Perhaps when we see the rewards of our efforts, we will feel some inner satisfaction."
Qingli's eyes looked at the ordinary people not far away who were also making a living through their own labor, their faces full of smiles, no longer the numb and fear she had seen in the early days of the apocalypse.
He had seen a lot by then, and his heart had gradually hardened. He had also witnessed a lot of filth in the apocalypse.
Ye Shang thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, this is the status quo that the world's will wants to change."
Humanity before the apocalypse was too corrupt, and with those people in large overseas regions, they could never expect to achieve lasting peace.
Whether before or after the apocalypse, Ye Shang believes that perhaps when the world is reshuffled, new life will be born, allowing the world to continue to function.
Ye Shang took a sip of fruit wine, ate a bite of braised pork, swallowed, and said, "I think this trip might bring some different gains?"
This stemmed from the familiarity she felt with the black-clad zombie she had seen before.
She always felt that the zombie might have some connection with Qingli.
"By the way, have you finished all your work?" Ye Shang asked.
Qingli nodded: "That's about right, we can basically free up several days."
Ye Shang nodded.
The setting sun outside the window was slowly sinking, casting a warm, golden glow on everyone's faces. The two of them didn't necessarily have to chat non-stop.
Usually, it's Qingli who does the talking, and Ye Shang listens, occasionally chiming in.
Qingli would talk about interesting things he had seen or that had happened at the base, and as he spoke, a gentle smile remained on his lips.
Ye Shang loved looking at his face the most, and he naturally knew what kind of expression would keep her attention on him.
After finishing their meal, the two strolled leisurely home. The roads had been rebuilt to look almost exactly like they were before the apocalypse, with light rail and buses running on them, similar to those in the pre-apocalyptic world.
These were all developed in the last two years.
By this time, the sun had completely set, and the sky was gradually darkening. The streetlights in the base were also lighting up one by one as night fell.
A cool night breeze blew in the air, causing everyone to unconsciously hunch their shoulders. The temperature difference had remained unchanged for the past few years. In this apocalyptic world, which had never seen rain, it only snowed continuously for half a month during the Lunar New Year.
The temperature difference is large every day at other times, but fortunately everyone has gotten used to it now. Some people who don't have time to go home will keep a jacket in their bag.
If a person with superpowers can withstand it, they will usually go home and put on an extra coat.
There's no way around it; once night falls, the temperature suddenly drops by ten or twenty degrees, with only a cold wind blowing or a dry chill that stings people's faces. Some smarter people even prepare thick masks and hats.
The cold night wind ruffled the hair on Ye Shang's forehead, and his signature black robe rippled slightly in the wind, while his waist-length hair swayed gently behind him.
Qingli walked side by side with her on the street where people could pass through. Looking at this place, which was even more developed than before the apocalypse, his eyes were full of tenderness.
As the two walked along the street, people who recognized them would occasionally come out to greet them.
Qingli suddenly said, "If people continue to live like this, it's not so bad."
He didn't wait for Ye Shang's reply, but continued, "Isn't this the homeland that the superhumans protect? Perhaps when we see the rewards of our efforts, we will feel some inner satisfaction."
Qingli's eyes looked at the ordinary people not far away who were also making a living through their own labor, their faces full of smiles, no longer the numb and fear she had seen in the early days of the apocalypse.
He had seen a lot by then, and his heart had gradually hardened. He had also witnessed a lot of filth in the apocalypse.
Ye Shang thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, this is the status quo that the world's will wants to change."
Humanity before the apocalypse was too corrupt, and with those people in large overseas regions, they could never expect to achieve lasting peace.
Whether before or after the apocalypse, Ye Shang believes that perhaps when the world is reshuffled, new life will be born, allowing the world to continue to function.
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