Busy Farming In the Last Days

Ji Cha couldn't determine whether he had received this very heart-warming text message when he lost his mobile phone when he rushed to the train station ten years ago. He only knew that this time after he hung up Wang Qin's phone call, he had formed two completely different forks from his last choice.

Although the world he faces after rebirth is not bright, he is grateful enough for Ji Cha, who has survived the last ten years, to have another choice.

Ji Cha let out a long sigh of relief, then slipped his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, found the dusty suitcase he had placed under the bed and began to pack his things.

If the end of the world comes as expected this time, then there are only two months left, and every minute and every second is a countdown. Putting aside many tedious preparations in the middle, Ji Cha knows that the first step she should do is to leave her current city G and return to her hometown S city, so as not to continue in this dead city after the end of the virus outbreak. It's been four years and five years.

In addition, there is a very key point that prompted him to decide that the initial stage of the establishment of the S city base was left with a lot of modern and humanized arrangements. For example, the original residents who stayed in place since the outbreak of the end times were able to keep and own their own real estate. The real estate, under the order of the army, has not been excessively deprived.

After Ji Cha and Wang Qinxue returned to the base in S City in those days, it was also because Ji Cha had an opportunity to meet an old neighbor. The other party rented their basement to Ji Cha at a price much lower than the base rent, and they were in the army. Zhong assured him that he and Wang Qinxue could stay there smoothly, so that they can settle down and fill their belly.

Ji Cha's family was in S city, and his childhood was living in his grandmother's house in the suburbs of S city. Although his father is an adulterer, he has a very good relationship with his mother, and the two have worked hard along the way to accumulate some assets. It's a pity that the husband and wife died very early, and they passed away one after another when Ji Cha was fifteen and eighteen. The two left a set of more than one hundred square meters of real estate, five hundred thousand yuan in deposits and a small factory in the suburbs to Ji Cha in S City. The factory is a small workshop. It has been built for more than ten years. It makes textile products and employs some local village and town workers. The area is not large, and the workshop is not as big as the open space in the yard. The factory building is a two-story building with an area barely reaching 1,000 square meters. The open space surrounded by walls on the periphery is about 1,500 square meters.

Later, it was not clear what purpose this plant season tea was used for, but that whole area was within the sphere of influence of the center of the S city base, which is certain. If he could return home on the right time and make good use of the factory area, he might have a place to stay and a source of fruit.

In addition, the only remaining grandmother of Jicha is 67 years old this year. She is still in good health. She has been living in her home village, about ten kilometers away from the factory. After the last apocalyptic outbreak, Ji Cha could not rush home from City A in time, and missed the reunion with his grandmother. I heard that the old neighbor who took him in said that his grandmother did not get infected after the outbreak of the virus. She lived for two years before she died accidentally, and waited for Ji Cha to return home until her death.

Thinking of her grandmother, Ji Cha suddenly came back to her senses, took out her mobile phone and dialed out a bunch of numbers that were already vague in her memory.

After waiting for a long time, there was a click from the other side, and the microphone of the landline was picked up.

"Hello?" A warm female voice came over, "Who is it?"

Grandma was dizzy and couldn't see the number displayed on the old landline.

Ji Cha squeezed the phone tightly, resisted the sore nose and the emotions in his heart, and called, "Grandma, it's me."

"Chacha," Grandma replied happily, a little strange, "Didn't you just call back yesterday and say you are going for an internship? Why are you calling back now? Did something happen over there?"

On the other end of the phone, apart from the voice of Grandma Ji Cha, there was also vague noise from other people, which occupied the background sound of the phone.

Ji Cha sniffed, vaguely heard curses, and asked, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Grandma laughed and thought what was happening right now was interesting. She said in dialect-flavored Mandarin, "It's nothing, your Aunt Fengxian's house died yesterday. Two chickens died yesterday. If I said, I just threw it away. Who knows how to die. Isn’t that right? She just refused, but the chicken had just been boiled and the chicken had to be depilated. The two chickens suddenly jumped up and pecked at her, almost hitting her eyes. She became so angry and chopped off the chicken’s head. Now, the chicken head will move! I can watch this thing on TV."

In the eyes of the elderly and the villagers, this is just an interesting and thrilling conversation, but Ji Cha's heart was slightly choked.

This is a terrible omen.

"Grandma, you don't care about these things. Watch the TV series at home. I will go home tomorrow night." Ji Cha tried to use a normal tone as much as possible.

Grandma on the phone was startled, "Aren't you going for an internship?"

"Well, I'm not going anymore."

Ji Cha didn't explain the reason, so grandma didn't ask. She didn't bother her at all. Instead, she was happy that her grandson was going home. "That's the best. When will you come back tomorrow night, the train or the plane?"

"I don't know yet. Don't wait. The doors and windows are closed at night. I will open the door if I have the key."

"Then I see, be careful on your way."

Ji Cha hung up the phone, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the door of the bedroom was knocked without warning, breaking the tranquility of the room.

"Classmate Ji Cha?" The knock on the door and the sound of inquiries were patient and polite.

The whole floor is almost empty, who will come to him suddenly?

Ji Cha walked to the door cautiously and asked cautiously, "Who?"

"Below the music building just now, you walked in a hurry and forgot the snacks." When the outsider spoke in a calm tone, the behavior that made Ji Cha almost embarrassed in retrospect, it turned out to be very normal in his mouth. Like it.

Ji Cha opened the door with a small slit from the inside. The light in the corridor was dim. The natural light from the slit fell on Liang Jincheng’s forehead and eyes, reflecting the indifference with a sense of distance in it, and he squeezed tightly. The corners of her lips also show that the visitor is in a very unrelaxed state.

From Liang Jincheng's perspective, Ji Cha's eyes exposed in the crack of the door looked up and down at him, and when they fell on his shoulders, Liang Jincheng couldn't help but wonder whether he was standing straight. When it fell on his eyes, he was worried about whether he had concealed the hot emotions inside.

After all, more than one friend told him: The look in your eyes peeking at Ji Cha is outrageous!

Finally, when Ji Cha's gaze swept his neck inadvertently, Liang Jincheng only prayed in his heart that he would not notice his inability to suppress his dry mouth and swallowing saliva.

Ji Cha's mood is much calmer now than when he was under the music building. After thinking about it clearly, he was relieved of the initial anxiety and anxiety. He turned sideways to give way, and thanked Liang Jincheng very politely, "Thank you," he originally wanted to call him a classmate, but looking at Liang Jincheng's dress, he couldn't be a student still in school.

As for how Liang Jincheng knew his name and dormitory, Ji Cha didn't think of this at all. Maybe even if he thought about it, he would only think it was related to the less dedicated auntie who was downstairs, and definitely wouldn't think it was the result of Liang Jincheng spying on him secretly for a long time.

With Ji Cha's permission, Liang Jincheng stepped into the dormitory happily, and his eyes quickly swept across the four beds in the dormitory. Three of the four beds have rolled up the quilt, and only one of the upper bunks in the corner is still littered with quilts. It is obvious that someone has just slept in.

The bed that Ji Cha slept in... Receiving this recognition, Liang Jincheng clenched his hands into fists and barely suppressed the trembling, so as not to show his depressed nature, regardless of throwing down the things in his hands and jumping on that bed and rolling around. Embracing the quilt that Ji Cha has slept with, feel his breath, or simply conform to the fantasy that I have carried out so many times: I slept Ji Cha in Ji Cha's bed.

Ji Cha didn't know Liang Jincheng's mind. He turned around and saw that he was frowning and looking at his bed, thinking that the other party was guilty of cleanliness and couldn't bear his kennel. After all, it is true that Liang Jincheng's whole body reveals an overly tidy and self-disciplined breath of abstinence.

But at this time, making a bed for the impression of outsiders, Jicha is too lazy to do this kind of thing. Compared to Liang Jincheng, what he values ​​more is the four bags of snacks that Liang Jincheng is holding in his hands.

"Trouble you." Seeing that Liang Jincheng had no intention of handing things over, Ji Cha took the initiative to reach out and pick it up, inevitably encountering Liang Jincheng's hand in the middle.

Liang Jincheng's hand shrank suddenly, looking back at Ji Cha almost astonished.

Season Tea, "???"

Realizing that his reaction was too strange, Liang Jincheng immediately converged and turned the topic away naturally, "My name is Liang Jincheng, and I also graduated from the Chinese Department."

Ji Cha was taken aback, as if shocked, but his hand subconsciously climbed up on his arm, and he couldn't believe it, and confirmed with him, "Liang Jincheng, 2009 Liang Jincheng?"

His reaction was beyond Liang Jincheng's expectation, his heart seemed to have poured a large pot of honey over the sky, and his hands and feet were so sweet that he was almost at a loss.

"I am." Liang Jincheng's face did not change, and the depths of his eyes were turbulent.

Ji Cha's surprise does not come from the enviable experiences that Liang Jincheng has been circulating for a long time in school or after graduation. To be honest, ten years have passed since he had forgotten how many people in the campus life back then.

The reason why he still remembers Liang Jincheng at this moment, but because of Liang Jincheng's reputation after the end of the world, the S city base almost has half of his country.

After so many years in the S city base, the only thing he learned was that Liang Jincheng had also lived in G city. The two even studied the same major in different grades of the same university. I don't know why Liang Jincheng came to City S after half a year of the end of the world, and has not left since. You can’t see a figure like Liang Jincheng in Ji Cha, let alone understand the details.

Wang Qinxue also sighed with him over the vicissitudes of life. Their seniors might have passed by like ordinary people in the school, but their final fate was very different.

Ji Cha didn't expect that he would be here at this time, and met Liang Jincheng first with this seemingly nonsensical opportunity.

As for Liang Jincheng, he felt the palm of Ji Cha's hand attached to his arm through a thin shirt. His whole body was like an electric shock. He almost fainted with excitement on the spot, leaving only a thought:

Oh my god, I really want to sleep with him.