Chapter 344 Fine Ability
The female beggar nodded cautiously.
She explained to Shi Yuebai,
"It's like this. My physical condition isn't very good, so I can't run around looking for supplies like others do."
"I can't even walk far. Once I leave the mercenary camp, I might even have difficulty breathing."
She couldn't imagine what kind of willpower she had to crawl step by step to the edge of the mercenary camp.
When she came to her senses, she found that she could breathe freely and smoothly.
It was difficult for Wen Yanhui to describe her feelings at that time.
"I really want to live."
Wen Yanhui's eyes were very dry. She clenched her skinny fingers into a fist and pounded her chest.
"I found some white canvas and some aluminum strips they had thrown away, so I made a blank easel."
"It might be a little difficult for me to find food in the ruins, but it's easy for me to do these useless things."
Wen Yanhui saw that Shi Yuebai didn't say anything, but just kept staring at her.
She felt a little uneasy, so she took back the picture frame and lowered her head, unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but people like me are a burden wherever I go."
Her body is really too weak.
In fact, until now, Wen Yanhui still can't figure it out.
Why could someone like her survive in the wasteland for so many years?
There are many people who should have survived, but they didn't.
For example, the original garrison, and the many people who contributed to the wasteland.
It's far more important than her role.
However, they all lost their vitality little by little in the harsh living environment of the wasteland.
In the end, it was Wen Yanhui who crossed a dangerous area where mutant beasts were breeding and climbed all the way up.
Climbed to the safe area where there was a mercenary camp.
These survivors who came from other places did not call this isolated island the front line.
It is called the last safe zone.
Shi Yuebai reached out expressionlessly and took the white picture frame from Wen Yanhui's hand.
She looked down at the black lines drawn by Wen Yanhui manually.
These lines are simple, but the brushwork is quite skillful. It can be seen that Wen Yanhui is a person with a special talent in painting.
All the children in the nest need to do is color in the paint along the white lines.
Wen Yanhui carefully marked the same color blocks with the same numbers.
It's a bit like the kind of digital painting that Shi Yuebai's original self understood.
"How long have you lived outside the mercenary camp?"
Shi Yuebai did not mention exchanging expired food with Wen Yanhui.
Wen Yanhui answered honestly, "I've been here for more than fifteen days."
Her dirty and black face showed an embarrassed expression.
"Because there are no clocks now, I don't know the exact time."
"It feels like not a lot of time has passed. Life here is so easy, it just flies by in the blink of an eye."
During this period, she was also able to find some random things on the edge of the mercenary camp.
For example, a well-packaged iron box and some puzzles that seem to have no function.
Wen Yanhui used these things to exchange for some food from Shi Yaoyao. This little bit of food was enough to sustain her for more than half a month.
After a pause, Wen Yanhui realized that Shi Yuebai had been listening to her quietly without any expression of impatience.
So Wen Yanhui became a little bolder.
She guessed that Shi Yuebai might want to know where she came from?
Or was she sent by another team?
So Wen Yanhui honestly told Shi Yuebai her story.
Basically, she and Black Monkey are from different areas outside the same city.
"When the snow began to melt, our city's management and commanders realized something was wrong."
"He made us do everything we could to keep going higher."
"The survivors in our city have been migrating for a long time, and most of them got separated during the migration."
"We were probably the first to settle down, and many survivors are still missing."
Shi Yuebai nodded and said to Wen Yanhui,
"It sounds like the commander of your city's management is pretty good."
At least the commander pointed a way for the survivors when the snow melted, calling on them to keep moving towards higher places.
Look at the management of their big city, it seems that they have played no role from beginning to end.
Not only that, but he also wiped out all the garrisons in his own city.
The garrison in Wen Yanhui's city ceased to exist a long time ago.
However, due to the good logistical work done by the commanders of the city management, the garrison was able to rescue many survivors in the city.
This resulted in the number of survivors in that city being many times greater than the number of survivors in the city where Shi Yuebai was located.
Shi Yuebai took two steps towards Wen Yanhui and said to her,
"Come in with me."
She took Wen Yanhui all the way to the garrison camp.
Wen Yanhui was a little nervous, but she still chose to follow Shi Yuebai closely.
Until Shi Yuebai walked in front of a tent.
When Yue Bai stopped, he turned around and looked at Wen Yanhui and said with a smile:
"You're quite brave. You followed me in like this. Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you out?"
Shi Yuebai had encountered this many times before. When those men and women first came into contact with her, they always felt that she wanted them to do something very bad.
For example, the little mute at the time firmly believed that Shi Yuebai wanted her to sell her body.
Now it seems that Wen Yanhui has a very calm expression.
Wen Yanhui hunched her back slightly, looking like she was trying hard to straighten her back.
"I know you're not that kind of person. I've been watching you for a long time."
She is naturally observant, a gift given to her by God.
Although such talent doesn't play a big role in the wasteland.
However, Wen Yanhui also relied on this talent to avoid many people with ulterior motives along the way.
She can tell from a person's subtle expressions whether that person has a good heart or a bad heart.
Shi Yuebai hummed.
"This is your tent. You will live in it for the time being and draw those line drawings for the children."
Color in the line drawing.
Try not to paint outside the lines, which can greatly improve a person's fine skills.
This was nothing before the wasteland, but after the wasteland, it became a problem for many people.
It is very difficult to paint without coloring outside the lines.
At least Shi Yuebai himself couldn't do it flexibly.
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