Chapter 53 Are you still alive?
Song Zhenping was standing in the room, staring at the familiar jars in the corner.
There were two jars of pickle, a jar of sauerkraut, and a jar of pickled cucumber and radish strips in the kitchen.
He was very familiar with these things, they were all treasures of the hind milk.
Mrs. Gu is very good at pickling vegetables, and only the pickle jar and the vegetable jar are things that only she can touch.
Because of this, Song Zhenping and Xiao An were beaten countless times, and the reason was always the same: they were too close to the jar.
At this moment, Song Zhenping looked at the jar and began to feel fear and disgust in his heart unconsciously. He clenched his fists and even his breathing became heavier.
Song Liyun watched quietly.
In the end times, half of the people died from injuries sustained by mutant beasts and half from mental breakdown.
In reality, many people actually died in chaos and despair.
There is no cure for this kind of psychological trauma, and it requires long-term self-adjustment.
Whatever profound principles others talk about are just superficial.
After passing this level, there is still the next one. If you can't let go, you will still end up in a dead end when you encounter problems.
Besides, I'm not a psychotherapist.
Seeing Song Zhenping clenching his hands, trembling all over, and unable to extricate himself from memories.
Song Liyun pondered for a moment, pretending to know nothing, and said with a smile: "Brother, is the meal ready?"
A crisp voice suddenly rang out beside him. Song Zhenping was startled, then came to his senses and said, "Not yet, what does Yun'er want to eat?"
"Let's cook some porridge!" Song Liyun opened the pot and prepared to boil water first.
Song Zhenping regained his composure and sat in front of the stove to help light the fire.
Under Song Liyun's guidance, he stammered something about working on the construction site, distracting himself from his previous distraction.
In the morning, the three siblings ate millet porridge with pickles. At Song Zhenping's request, Song Liyun also made a few corn steamed buns and boiled an egg for each of them.
Holding the white boiled eggs, Xiao An and Song Zhenping felt like they were holding a heavy object. They were so nervous that their hands were shaking and they were gasping for breath.
Especially Xiao An, he has never eaten boiled eggs.
It was Song Liyun who helped them peel the eggshells and put the eggs into the porridge bowl before they ate it with tears in their eyes.
After dinner, the sun had risen and the Song brothers and sisters were ready to go out and continue repairing the courtyard wall.
Suddenly, the woods outside the house were filled with a clamor of voices, and someone could be heard shouting faintly, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Hold on to your sticks!"
"Let me make it clear first, no matter what you see, you are not allowed to run!"
"Yes, don't run! Whoever runs is a bastard raised by his wife. A wife who cheats on her husband at home will raise other people's children for the rest of her life."
The cursing sounds were getting closer and closer, mixed with crackling sounds and strange shouting, as if a group of people were coming this way.
Xiao An was frightened and grabbed Song Liyun's clothes tightly.
Song Zhenping picked up his hoe and ran out, shouting as he ran, "Yun'er, you two just hide in the house. I'll go help and see if anyone's pig has escaped!"
In Xiaoshi Village, pigs often escape from the pen, and the neighbors have to help catch them.
Seeing him staggering, Song Liyun followed him.
This place is quite far from the residents in the town. If a pig could run here, it must be a big fat pig, and Song Zhenping, a small man, might not be able to hold it down.
So, the three of them walked out of the half-built courtyard gate together, and were shocked when they saw their own faces.
There were more than a dozen people gathered outside, including migrant workers and soldiers.
The migrant workers were holding wooden sticks, while the soldiers were holding steel knives. They all leaned against the branches with nervous expressions. When they saw the movement in the yard, they all took a step back.
"Uncle Qin, what are you doing?" Song Zhenping looked at one of the big middle-aged men in confusion.
Uncle Qin is the team leader who manages the migrant workers. He should be at the construction site by the river at this time. Why is he here?
Qin Huai saw Song Zhenping and immediately shouted, "Daping, you are not dead yet?"
"Death? What does that mean?" Song Zhenping became even more confused.
Team leader Xue Xiaoqi glanced at Song Liyun and Xiao An. Seeing all three members of the Song family were present, he sheathed his knife and said impatiently, "What are you doing? You've entered this house and haven't come out yet. You've made me worry that something's happened, so I've rushed over to collect your bodies."
He received the news yesterday that the Song brothers and sisters did not return to the civilian house, but did not report it immediately. He waited until dawn to tell the camp.
As Captain Luo was not there, the other acting battalion officers asked him to bring people over to take a look, so that they could collect the bodies if anyone had suffered any harm.
Knowing the purpose of their visit, Song Zhenping blushed.
He kept bowing and saying that he was busy cleaning the house and forgot to come out to greet everyone. He would never do that again in the future. He also invited a few people into the house to sit down.
silence!
The scene was not as enthusiastic as he had imagined.
No one came forward. The big guy, Uncle Qin, stepped back again, looking embarrassed. "What? Daping! As long as you're all fine, I'll be relieved. I won't go in and sit down."
The others reacted in the same way, sliding back with stiff smiles.
Although everyone saw the Song brothers and sisters standing there peacefully, it seemed strange no matter how they looked at them.
Everyone saw how the two brothers fared when they lived in the migrant workers' shed.
Not only was his clothes not protective, but he was also the most ragged among the crowd.
It has only been two days since we last met, and the two brothers have changed their clothes and look more energetic. Even the sickly child has become a little fairer.
What is going on?
If the three brothers and sisters were now torn to pieces and dying, or even turned into three bloody corpses, they could still accept it, as they had already expected it.
But now it is obviously not cold or hungry, and is still lively and energetic. Its behavior of constantly inviting people into the house is even more frightening.
Could it be that there is some ghost inside, hiding from people!
Not only Qin Huai thought so, even Xue Xiaoqi, who always claimed that he was not afraid of ghosts, was nervous and kept looking at the three brothers and sisters.
The clothes these three siblings wear are so weird.
Song Zhenping was a round ball of cloth. Xiao An's sleeves were one long and one short, and the hem of his clothes was strangely short.
Song Liyun was a little more normal, but her clothes were too colorful, with complicated embroidery, red, green and pink, like a flowered fabric shop, which was completely inconsistent with her temperament.
These things are obviously not mine.
Xue Xiaoqi suddenly remembered that this house was originally owned by a wealthy family, so it was normal to find some clothes.
But...those are all dead people.
The thought of the Song family wearing corpse clothes made Xue Xiaoqi, who was fearless, feel nauseous. He took several steps back before saying, "You just registered as a household. According to the rules, you can come to me to get food and clothes, and return them later..."
Song Zhenping waved his hands repeatedly: "Master Xiaoqi, these things of ours can be used as is. We will look for them later... later. If we can't find them, please come and trouble me again."
Song Zhenping thought about these words for a long time.
The food that comes out of the treasure bag can be eaten as long as you carry it on your back, but the sudden appearance of clothes is difficult to explain.
If someone asks, I will say that I dug it out from a pile of junk.
We still have to look for it... Xue Xiaoqi's face became more and more unsightly.
(End of this chapter)
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