Busy Farming In the Last Days

The summer breeze is breezy, and the night is shrouded in the river, and the water waves reflect the lights on both sides.

The Wujiang River traverses the entire city of A, but this small section of the road is not beautiful. The food stalls on the side of the street are ushering in the busiest time of the day, and the noise and cheap beer are causing the noise.

Standing in front of the grill, Ji Cha watched the squid skewers emit a burst of fragrance following the boss's skillful reversal movements under the charcoal fire.

He closed his eyes and took a strong breath. The spices interacted with each other to form a rich and attractive breath, rushing into the nasal cavity, and the appetite that elicited almost made the intestines churn together.

This kind of hunger comes from the bones and makes people unable to suppress it.

When he was so intoxicated, the squid skewers on the grill suddenly turned into a fat and oily human leg. The spice could not cover the rotten flesh and wounds on it, and the maggots squirmed and fell together with the dark tissue. On the charcoal fire, there was a foul smell.

Even the boss who had been agile in his actions became a living dead with muddy eyes and a dull complexion.

"This... meat... you... want... more... less?" His voice unnaturally lengthened and slowed down, his eyes rolled around in his eye sockets and couldn't help falling out.

Ji Cha was so frightened that he took two steps back. He looked up and realized that the surrounding scenery had suddenly changed into unspeakable decline and depression.

Just now, the people who were sitting in their positions and eating barbecue with relish have all turned into expressionless zombies, holding various parts of the human body and eating special food. The air is full of blood, rancidity, and the familiar taste of these season teas.

Instead, his expression relaxed. Because after so many years, purgatory is generally frightened, hungry, and needs to worry about whether one will die at any time. Life is the daily life after the end of the world.

I had a lucid dream. Ji Cha came back to the taste. When I was smiling bitterly and trying to wake myself from this dream, I suddenly thought: Where did I fall asleep?

In the tenth year after the end of the world, even sleep has become a luxury that needs to be trembling. If you don't pay attention, you may be killed by others. Only then did he really feel scared, and desperately wanted to wake up from his dream.

In the dim university dormitory room, on a small bed less than one meter wide, a young man was half-rolled with a quilt, and the well-used air conditioner was blowing cold wind, ignoring the hot outdoor temperature. His brows frowned, and he seemed to be experiencing an uneasy dream.

The phone under the pillow vibrated unsuspectingly.

The young man's body jumped up suddenly, opened his eyes for an instant, and almost immediately shrank to the corner of the wall subconsciously, and then looked around his environment vigilantly.

The mobile phone was still vibrating, and the air conditioner also made a low sound like nothing. Three of the four desks in a row opposite the bed were empty, and only one was left with a laptop on it. The power source is beating regularly.

The heavy blackout curtains were pulled, and a dim light was revealed in the gap, and the sun was faintly visible outside.

Ji Cha's eyes widened, her shoulders gradually relaxed from tightness, and she couldn't believe her stretched out her hand to touch the metal railing beside the bed. The metal railing was cold by the air-conditioning wind, and there were brand-new welding marks on the bottom. This was when a student accidentally rolled from the upper bunk to the ground when he was sleeping last year and was injured.

The vibration of the phone finally stopped, but it stubbornly rang again within two seconds.

Ji Cha then took the small piece of metal with the lights in his hand with a little bewilderment and awkwardness, and lowered his head to see the caller's name displayed on the screen: Wang Ergou.

What exactly is going on……?

He swiped in unfamiliar movements to answer, and before he put the phone in his ear, there was a loud, hurried male voice, "I rely on, Ji Cha, the train will leave in half an hour, don't tell me you are still in TMD." sleep!"

"Fire...car?" Ji Cha whispered softly, with a questioning tone, where is the train coming from?

Less than a month after the outbreak of the end-of-day virus, the nation's transportation system has been completely paralyzed, and a complex transportation network such as a train is the first to die.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Qinxue heard the stunned tone of the Ji Cha fan, his voice suddenly rose by an octave, and he yelled, "Fuck, Ji Cha, you won't be really sleepy, are you going to miss this train? Don’t want to practice anymore? I’ll tell you, it’s not easy to face it. If you play this on the first day, people can kick you without saying anything, believe it or not?"

It was almost a long-term memory that slowly poured into Ji Cha's mind. This seems to be two months before the end of the world. He just finished the second semester of his junior year and found a very good internship with his three roommates in the dormitory. The three of them went out in advance that morning and made an appointment to meet at the train station. He overslept, as he received a call from Wang Qinxue, and accidentally lost his phone when he hurried to the train station.

"I, you go, I won't go." Ji Cha returned to his senses and said to Wang Qinxue who was still anxiously urging on the other end of the phone.

The current situation is either a dream, or he has come to a parallel time and space, or is he really lucky enough to do it again? Regardless of the reason, Ji Cha doesn't feel that she can really be happy.

Purgatory on earth is destined to come, but I believe no one wants to go again.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Qinxue on the other end of the phone thought that Ji Cha was asleep, thinking of Ji Cha's usually a little confused personality, he paused, and tried to soften his tone, "No, Ji Cha, you are fast now. It’s still too late to take a taxi, and the school is only 20 minutes away from the train station..."

"I really don't plan to go, Ergou, or you guys," Ji Cha climbed down from the top bunk while holding his mobile phone, and just wanted to say that you don't want to go, but stopped without saying anything.

He just gave up an excellent internship opportunity that no one else could ask for. He was crazy enough. Now that he has three roommates to give up this opportunity, I am afraid it is not just considered crazy.

They are all poor students in their dormitories, and they want to seize every opportunity to take one step further, no one will be stupid enough to listen to his nonsense.

"Are you really not coming?" Wang Qinxue's voice became calmer, but he didn't mean to force Ji Cha's will. "Ji Cha, it's a pity, really."

"Well, I know." Ji Cha had walked barefoot to the window at this moment, holding the curtain and pulling it open. The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, illuminating the narrow bedroom in an instant. Outside the window, the green leaves swayed gently with the hot wind, the sky was blue, and the cicadas cried.

Ji Cha hung up the phone and put his palm on the glass sliding door. The sliding door isolated the temperature inside and outside, making it slightly hot. He saw his hands, the slender and white nails were still pink, and they were no longer the rough and dark appearance he had been familiar with for many years.

Has the end of the world really come? He opened the door of the dormitory toilet and occupied the small half wall of the mirror. Ji Cha's eyebrows were immature and his expression was perplexed, as if he had just woke up from a sleep and had a bad nightmare.

In his dream, he and his companions went to City A for an internship, but an ordinary trip suddenly became another experience with the virus outbreak that swept the world at the end of the internship. Two of the four people were infected with the virus, and they almost ate him and Wang Qin when they woke up in the middle of the night. As the capital, City A is too densely populated, and the number of normal people who are not infected with the virus is less than half of those infected with the virus. He and Wang Qin tried their best to escape from City A, but they also joined the team and left the team for ten years. Human society has almost returned to its original state in a few years.

Such primitiveness does not only mean the distance from modern technology, but also means that the concept of modern civilization has been stripped of disorder, revealing the crude reality inside. Everyone wants to survive, everybody or to live, everybody is for themselves. In addition to small groups formed by families, suspicion and mistrust inevitably exist in larger settlements.

Distrust in modern society may only cause emotional breakdown, the failure of business orders, or hypocrisy. But in the last days, distrust means killing, cruelty and deprivation. I can't trust whether you will take my material and my life, so for self-protection, it is better to take you first.

The word morality is worthless in the face of survival, and the bottom line has changed even more.

Ji Cha opened the glass door and took a deep breath. The lawn downstairs was only trimmed in the morning. At this moment, the air is mixed with a faint smell of grass, which makes people feel peaceful.

It seems to be just a terrible dream. Ji Cha touched his stomach, a little empty, but he didn't have the eternal hunger he was familiar with.

Ji Cha turned and walked into the bedroom. On the balcony behind him, no one saw three or four sparrows falling weakly from the sky, twitching and falling into the lawn.