cemetery
It was already evening when we arrived at our destination. July is the peak tourist season, and there were at least twenty zombies gathered in the museum, slowly wandering in front of the exhibition booths, as if they were visiting a museum just like they did in life.
Sheng Xingzhou only took one look and then stayed outside with self-awareness. Sang Jiyue did not let him sit idle either, and asked him to pitch a tent halfway up the mountain so that he could see the museum at the foot of the mountain.
The sky gradually darkened. Before Sheng Xingzhou transmigrated into the book, he liked to travel around the world and had a wealth of knowledge about survival in the wild. Pitching a tent was not a difficult task for him.
After tidying up the residence, Sheng Xingzhou took a look around, cleared out a few wandering zombies, took out a gas stove and a pot from the space, and began to study the recipe.
The scorching hot steam rose up and was blown away by the cool evening breeze. Sheng Xingzhou heard the girl's brisk footsteps and a familiar figure came into view.
In her left hand, she held an unsheathed dagger. The moonlight fell on the dagger, reflecting a sharp white light that almost blinded Sheng Xingzhou.
Sang Jiyue seemed to like her new weapon very much and was still playing with the dagger while sitting on a folding chair.
Sheng Xingzhou took a closer look out of curiosity. The blade was so sharp that he couldn't help but say, "Sister Yue, stop playing. Be careful not to cut your hand."
"Do you think it's sharp too?" The girl's white fingertips landed on the smooth silver-white dagger and lightly slid across it. She sighed, "I really want it to draw blood."
See Sang Huai’s blood.
Sheng Xingzhou's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he subconsciously took the scabbard from the folding table and put it on the dagger. Sang Jiyue looked at him dimly, and he said seriously, "It's time to eat."
Sang Jiyue took a look without much hope. This time it was finally not instant noodles. Sheng Xingzhou had steamed rice and fried a few dishes. It looked okay, but she didn't know how it would taste.
Sheng Xingzhou was not sure about Sang Jiyue's taste. She ate everything he gave her before, but she didn't eat much. Today, he flipped through half of the cookbook and made two more dishes to test her taste.
However, Sang Jiyue obviously did not give him this opportunity. He tasted all three dishes and one soup, ate half a bowl of rice, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and went to walk the dog nearby.
After cleaning up the dishes, Sheng Xingzhou went to look for her and found that she was sitting on a low slope. Dafu was chasing mosquitoes beside her, and she was holding a telescope in her hand, holding it against her face to look down the mountain.
However, Yancheng has now completely lost power, and all you can see when you look down is darkness. Fortunately, the moon is bright tonight, and the light is so bright that you can just barely see this devastated city.
Sheng Xingzhou followed Sang Jiyue's gaze and only vaguely saw a building hidden in the darkness: "What are you looking at?"
Sang Jiyue put down the telescope, casually glanced at the numerous stars dotting the dark sky, and replied perfunctorily: "Look at the stars."
When Sheng Xingzhou saw Sang Jiyue's gaze finally fall on his face, he seemed to understand something and said happily, "You actually know my nickname is Xingxing?"
She was about to call someone an idiot, but Sang Jiyue only cursed in her heart. She asked, "What's your name, Xing?"
"No way, we've known each other for so long, and you still don't know my name?"
Before that, she always called me brother affectionately.
Hypocritical little girl.
Sang Jiyue remembered that he had said that, but she had forgotten it because there was no need to remember it. But now...if he said it again, she would remember it well.
He didn't accuse anyone, but simply said, "My name is Sheng Xingzhou. Ask me next time you forget."
Sang Jiyue said "hmm", not knowing whether he remembered it or not.
After a while, Sang Jiyue said again: "I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at the stars in the sky."
"I know."
I know you are still pretending.
Sang Jiyue snorted softly.
Nowadays, there are tall buildings in cities, and you can hardly see any stars at night. But now that the end of the world has come, all activities that pollute the environment have been forced to stop. In just a few days, the haze has dissipated and the sky has been refreshed.
Listening to Sheng Xingzhou's sigh, Sang Jiyue said in a flat tone, "Not so fast. We can see the stars because we are on the mountain."
Sang Jiyue has no appreciation for beauty.
"It seems that the sky will be full of stars in the future." Sheng Xingzhou replied with a smile.
“You haven’t seen the future.”
"I can imagine it without seeing you." Sheng Xingzhou answered confidently.
After all, in his eyes, this is a world of fiction, the ending of a sweet story must be happy, the future is full of hope, and humans have infinite possibilities.
Sheng Xingzhou thought about it and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Sang Jiyue at the foot of the mountain with a telescope.
It seems that except... Sang Jiyue.
It didn't end well for her.
But it doesn't matter, the purpose of his coming here is to change her ending.
Sang Jiyue held the telescope until her hands were sore before she put it down. She asked, "What kind of future do you imagine?"
It just so happened that she was reborn, and she knew everything that would happen in the next ten years. If Sheng Xingzhou was right, he was smart.
"What kind of future do you want?" Sheng Xingzhou asked.
Sang Jiyue thought for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled: "Maybe it's to fulfill my mother's last wish. She wanted me to grow up healthy and safe."
"The future I imagine is one where Sang Jiyue grows up healthy and safe to be my big sister and protect me."
Sang Jiyue turned her head to look at him. This guy was looking at her with a bright smile. She couldn't tell whether he was joking or telling the truth.
If you can't confirm it, just treat it as a joke.
Sang Jiyue looked away with a lack of interest.
There was an evening breeze on the hillside and there were a lot of mosquitoes. At first, it was just Dafu who was swatting the mosquitoes. Later, when there were more mosquitoes, Sheng Xingzhou took a fan and fanned them hard.
Sang Jiyue held down her messy hair, stood up and went back to the tent. Sheng Xingzhou had set up two tents, and she walked into one of them to rest.
Da Fu lay at the door of the tent to keep watch for her.
A few days passed in a flash.
Sheng Xingzhou lived a "secluded" life in the mountains. Every day he was either studying recipes or catching mosquitoes. His life was very fulfilling. On the other hand, Sang Jiyue, apart from using her telescope to observe the museum at the foot of the mountain, stayed in the tent. Her daily pleasure was to listen to Sheng Xingzhou talking to her and then she ignored him.
After dinner that day, Sheng Xingzhou had just washed the dishes in a nearby stream. When he turned back, he saw Sang Jiyue waving at him excitedly.
Sheng Xingzhou walked over in confusion, and Sang Jiyue thrust the telescope into his hands, saying happily, "Look, your classmate has gone in."
Through the lens, Sheng Xingzhou saw a tall figure walk into the museum and disappear.
Then who?
The smile on Sang Jiyue's face faded a little: "Don't you know him?"
"Who is this?"
"Sang Huai." Sang Jiyue looked at Sheng Xingzhou with scrutiny, then said, "This Doomsday Knife is much more useful than a stick. Of course, the best thing to use is a gun, but we can't get one right now."
The little girl refused to speak properly. Sheng Xingzhou thought for a moment before reacting, "Are you saying that Sang Huai is also here looking for this dagger?"
Sang Jiyue grinned and said, "Yes, that's why I specially prepared a gift for my brother. My lovely friends will treat him well."
When doing bad things, Sang Jiyue's expressionless face would show very vivid expressions.
An unprecedented sense of strangeness rose from the bottom of his heart. Sheng Xingzhou understood that if he could figure out what was going on, he would be able to find the answer to all the strange things Sang Jiyue had shown since they first met.
"But you are not..." Sheng Xingzhou wanted to say that their relationship shouldn't be so bad now, but he remembered that when he took the initiative to mention Sang Huai in the villa before, Sang Jiyue suddenly lost control, so he shut up tactfully.
Sang Jiyue never cared about Sheng Xingzhou's hesitation to speak. The telescope could not see the situation inside the museum, but she could fully imagine how embarrassed Sang Huai was at the moment.
This is just the beginning.
There was a deep disgust in her calm eyes.
Sang Jiyue ran down the mountain personally to lock the door of the museum tightly. From dusk till the next morning, no one could come out of that door.
Sheng Xingzhou had sharp ears and eyes. When everything was silent at night, apart from the sound of cicadas, he could vaguely hear the dull sound of beatings and the roars of zombies.
He once thought that the real male lead was going to die.
But the next morning, Sang Jiyue asked him to pack his bags, and they were going to cross Yanhui Mountain and head to the distant Haiyan District.
The mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel on, and it was midsummer. Sheng Xingzhou was sweating profusely, and Sang Jiyue was not much better, especially since she had always worn long sleeves and long pants, covering herself tightly.
Sheng Xingzhou saw her walking slowly behind him. She looked pale in such hot weather. He was a little worried and asked tentatively, "Shall I carry you?"
Sang Jiyue glanced at Sheng Xingzhou, then looked away with disdain and walked slowly past him.
Although she walked slowly, her figure neither staggered nor swayed.
Sheng Xingzhou slowed down his pace and followed her, thinking that if she really couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, he could still help her up.
But he didn't have that opportunity.
When night was about to fall, they crossed Yanhui Mountain and arrived at Qingzhou District, one of the main urban areas of Yancheng. It is very large, but as long as they pass through Qingzhou District, they can reach Haiyan District, another main urban area of Yancheng.
They were at the edge of Qingzhou District at this time. The environment around here was very quiet and elegant, and the population was extremely sparse. The Qingzhou Cemetery, where every inch of land was worth a lot of money, was nearby.
There were not many shops nearby. Sheng Xingzhou looked around and soon found a small hotel. He planned to rest here with Sang Jiyue today.
After clearing out the zombies in the hotel, Sheng Xingzhou quickly cleaned a room. When he was about to go next door to help Sang Jiyue, he didn't see Sang Jiyue. Only Dafu was busy eating dog food.
Sheng Xingzhou searched inside and outside but couldn't find any trace of Sang Jiyue. Dafu, who had just finished eating dog food, came over and bit his trouser leg, then took him out.
A dog's nose is much more sensitive than his.
Sheng Xingzhou found Sang Jiyue in Qingzhou Cemetery.
The girl sat quietly in front of a grave with her back to him. The pale moonlight cast a shadow on her frail figure, making her look somewhat fragile.
Of course, all this has to ignore the shovel still covered with soil in her left hand and the half-dug pit next to the grave.
Dark night, girl, digging graves.
Sheng Xingzhou's expression kept changing, and he didn't dare to move forward for a moment, fearing that Sang Jiyue would suddenly turn into a ghost.
After all, in the world of fiction, everything is possible.
The dog was much braver than Sheng Xingzhou. It wagged its tail and went to act coquettishly next to Sang Jiyue.
Sang Jiyue, who was taking a break from digging a hole, stroked her dog's head. Her voice was naturally soft and her tone was sweet and sweet: "Mom, Dafu is here to see you too."
Sheng Xingzhou stepped forward only after confirming that Sang Jiyue would not turn into a ghost. He looked at the pit with an unhappy expression.
"Sister Yue..."
Sang Jiyue glanced at him and said, "You're here too."
As she spoke, she stood up, still holding the shovel in her left hand. The dirt was shaken off, and the sharp end of the shovel seemed to reflect cold light.
"You're going to..."
Did you bury yourself?
Sheng Xingzhou actually didn't dare to ask this question, as he was afraid that Sang Jiyue would poke him in the neck with the shovel.
"I remember you said you were willing to do anything for me." Sang Jiyue walked to the big pit and jumped in. "Now I'm giving you this chance."
Sheng Xingzhou retreated in fear: "I can't help you bury yourself."
"That's not what I meant." Sang Jiyue frowned and replied.
"So you want to bury me?" Sheng Xingzhou thought that he hadn't provoked her in the past few days, and she was almost like a slave. He thought of a possibility and became even more scared: "You don't want to be buried with me, do you?"
As I said, everything is possible in the world of novels.
Sang Jiyue dug the shovel into the soft soil. She smiled in front of her mother, her voice gentle, "The place next to Mom should be mine, not this borer. Help me dig him out."
The person buried next to Sang Jiyue’s mother... maybe it was her stepfather?
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