Darkness is Coming

  Qiao Shan sat in his study with Erlang's legs crossed, absently looking at the newspaper in his hand. The sound of the music that his daughter dubbed the old man's music came out of the stereo, which was far inferior to the busy sound of his wife cutting and cooking vegetables in the kitchen.

With the passage of time, Qiao Shan is no longer the big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions in the past, but a commoner living in a busy city. With a monthly salary of less than 3,000, he walks to the vegetable market after work to buy some fresh ingredients. The family cooks some home-cooked dishes for his wife, but they also taste delicious. Just like this ordinary life, others see it as bland, and only Qiao Shan can taste the taste. It tastes so good, so Wang Li When he personally invited Qiao Shan to take care of the property of the Yuanjiao Association, Qiao Shan refused without thinking.

Qiao Shan used to have a friend who was obviously from Hunan, but he didn't like Hunan cuisine. He liked Huaiyang cuisine the most. When Qiao Shan asked about it, he said, "Only those who have never experienced strong winds and waves like to pursue excitement, only those who have really experienced all kinds of things. Only people who have changed drastically will know that it's true. My taste in food is similar to this. Others only think that Hunan food has a heavy taste and is addicting. People, on the contrary, really like the freshness of Huaiyang cuisine."

At that time, Qiao Shan didn't quite understand it. The habit he had developed over the years has long since become an instinct. How could he just throw it away? If it was so easy, how could so many Guizhou people leave their hometown and go out in boxes every year? With the old godmother. Later, Qiao Shan understood that sometimes he experienced too much, was tired and tired, but he liked this kind of blandness that didn't change.

   As the first batch of Yuanjiang surviving people who got visas to go out, when he left Yuanjiang and came to Nandu two months ago, Qiao Shan really had a feeling of reliving his life. The usual things in the past are full of freshness, even if it is sweeping the floor and washing the dishes, even if it is to stitch together a canvas hanger that was bought on Taobao for 60 yuan, even if it is a few bucks when buying food at the vegetable market. Price, are full of the joy of life.

   "Ready to eat."

There was a shout from his wife in the kitchen. Qiao Shan threw the newspaper in his hand on the table and got up to help with the dishes. The two lovely daughters rushed out of the bedroom and cheered. The happiest time for the family is to eat dinner every day. Every time I eat a fragrant and hot meal, I feel like I have received a gift from God.

   "Wash your hands first!" Qiao Shan deliberately raised his face and pointed to the bathroom.

  The two little loli pouted, walked obediently to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and carefully washed their hands with water and hand sanitizer. When Qiao Shan followed and was about to go in and wash his hands, the phone in his trousers purse buzzed and vibrated.

Because the mobile phone is dirty because it is not cleaned for a long time, this is Qiao Shan's idea. If you wash your hands first and then look at the mobile phone, it will be a waste of time. So Qiao Shan opened the mobile phone and found that the compatriots in Yuanjiang are in the 9th super QQ group. The number of messages has become 99+ in a short period of time, which is really a rare thing. Most of the people in Qiao Shanjia’s QQ group are middle-aged and elderly people. They do not use mobile phones as often as young people, and they are not used to chatting and blowing water in the QQ group. Usually this group is quiet. Yes, but this time, hundreds of messages popped up in a few seconds. A premonition rose in Qiao Shan's heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

   Open the QQ group and see that the chat interface has been swiped by a picture, and everyone is sending this picture to the group. The pattern is a cross-shaped white long sword with a dark background and a line of small white characters engraved below.

  【Compatriots, the war is coming, the motherland needs us! 】

   Below this line of small white characters, there is another line of white characters in smaller font: [Voluntary participants, please forward this picture to any QQ group of compatriots in Yuanjiang. The administrators of each group will count the number of people and inform them of the specific arrangements. 】

This... Qiao Shan looked at the electronic wall clock on the wall, today is not April Fool's Day, so Qiao Shan pulled the message list to the top, and the first person to send this picture was the group 9 group owner "a big knife to the mutant's head" chop off".

  The group owner of each Yuanjiang compatriots QQ chat group is a member of the Yuanjiao Association. The management of the group is either a peripheral reserve or an active member who intends to join the association. They will never make such a prank.

   In other words, war is coming again.

Qiao Shan had expected this day for a long time, because he and Wang Li had a common language, and the two were close, and Wang Li was a senior member of the Far Rescue Association, so when Qiao Shan drank and ate with Wang Li, more or less He will find out some news that ordinary people cannot contact, including "other disasters will come in the future". Because of this, Qiao Shan knows that a peaceful life will not last long, so he cherishes it even more and is unwilling to give up.

  Qiao Shan has long thought that one day he will return to the front line. This is probably the fate of every Yuanjiang person, from rebirth in war to death in war. It's just that Qiao Shan didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

"Dad, wash your hands!" The naughty daughter waved and threw the remaining water droplets in her hand towards Qiao Shan. Seeing that her father didn't respond like a wooden man, the two little girls threw more and more vigorously, and competed with each other to see who threw them. More, with both hands dry and still bouncing and waving.

  The wife came out of the kitchen with a plate full of dishes, saw Qiao Shan stunned in place, suddenly stopped, and the happy smile on his face instantly solidified.

   "Old Joe, something happened?"

  Qiao Shan looked away from the mobile phone screen and turned to his wife and daughter. Suddenly, he had an unreal feeling. He couldn't tell whether the current life was unreal or the upcoming war was unreal. In short, it was a very strange feeling.

   "I have to go back." Qiao Shan sighed and lowered his head, afraid to look at his wife's expression.

   "There's going to be another war?" His wife's tone didn't sound so angry, which surprised Qiao Shan.

  Qiao Shan looked up in amazement and asked, "You...are you not angry?"

"Hey, Old Joe, do you remember I told you a story, there was a family, there was an old man in the house, and the old man had a very beautiful daughter, but there were always a few handsome young gangsters hanging around next to the house. , This made the old man very worried. He couldn't sleep every day because he was worried. He always went to see if his daughter was still in the room at night. Until one day, someone told the old man that your daughter was pregnant, but the child's father didn't know who it was. The old man didn't burst into anger, but showed a relaxed smile and said, oh, this finally happened." The wife shook her head and sighed, "I knew for a long time that there would be such a day, and sometimes things that I have been worrying about for a long time finally happen. , it might not be a relief."

   This is really a kind of open-mindedness that can only be possessed by having experienced war. Qiao Shan didn't know how to respond, so he could only stand there and smirk.

   "Let's have a meal and then go." The wife put the steaming dishes on the dining table and said, "How can anyone go to war hungry."

   "Oh, yes, eat first, no hurry." Qiao Shan nodded and walked to the table, pressed the screen of his phone, clicked on the picture, copied, and forwarded.