Doomsday Wonderland

Living in this world, if a person has the right to be able to suffer from an illness in peace, it is enough to be called lucky.

In that dark hotel room, when Xie Feng fell ill on the bed in a daze, she secretly shed tears several times.

When she had a high fever, every part of her body hurt. Her skin and bones seemed to be swollen and cracked. Every time she turned over, it was a punishment. But she was able to have a dry bed, no need to live on the street in the continuous rainstorm, three meals a day, afford fever-reducing medicine - and most importantly, there was someone by her side.

Although no matter how loose the standard is, Dongluo Rong is not a person who is very good at taking care of others.

The meals were delivered to her by the hotel, and the medicine was bought by the driver. She didn't have to wet a towel to cool Xie Feng like in the TV series - a large pack of fever-reducing patches from a convenience store was thrown onto the bedside table with a "thud" Above, Dong Luorong's "care" was to tell Xie Feng: "You can stick it on yourself."

When Xie Feng asked her in a low voice if he could boil some hot water, Dong Luorong looked confused.

"Why do you need to drink hot water?" She seemed to really lack all common sense in life, and asked: "Ice water and hot water, don't they become your body temperature when you drink them?"

This is indeed the truth, but it is also good to have a sip of tea to moisten your throat.

"Didn't you buy throat lozenges?"

Dong Luorong's current appearance is a bit like a child who clamored for a pet only to find out that he had to shovel poop. He found it troublesome and reluctant, but he couldn't shirk the responsibility: "Okay, okay, I understand, hot water, right?" .”

She stood next to the hot water kettle, tapping her toes and waiting impatiently for the water to boil, as if she was trying to force it to boil with the pressure of her mind.

Even though Dongluo Rong is such a person, and she is also from the Empire, her existence itself is already a great comfort to Xie Feng.

She often felt that she was hanging in the world only by a thread. As long as the wind came and the thread was broken, she would fall into an unknown abyss. She once thought that the guarantee that could firmly drive her into the world like a screw turned out to exist only when she was docile and well-behaved; when she was dissatisfied and protested, the world changed its face.

Xie Feng has an older brother who works in the city hall. On the day he surrendered, Xie Feng saw him on the TV news in the station hall; he and his peers stood neatly at the door of the city hall, and everyone was smiling.

If one had to choose between such a pair of children, Xie Feng would of course be the one given up.

"The empire can ensure the future security of Tears City. You can still study, work, get married and have children in the future. Why can't I feel sorry for you?" Before she decided to leave home, her brother once taught her this at the dinner table: "Girls should not always be He is full of bitterness and hatred, full of anger, and looks very twisted all day long, which makes people feel like retreating away from him!"

A woman's protest turned out to be an offense. Xie Feng understood this when he was eighteen years old.

The empire guarantees you, and the price is mine.

Xie Feng was in a daze at the time, looking at the scrambled eggs on the table, wondering when he would see his mother's cooking again next time. The City of Tears is not far from the Empire. In this age of advanced information, you can tell what the future will be like after submitting to the Empire - especially the future of ordinary women at the bottom - the only difference lies in whether you are willing to open your eyes to see it.

She was not at the bottom before she left home. After leaving home, Xie Feng became the bottom, only one step away from the mud on the street.

From this point of view, being taken in by Dongluorong may be the luckiest thing that happened to her in the past two years - but for Xie Feng, this "lucky" is not in a material sense, but in Dongluorong. The person himself.

...Although Dong Luorong didn't say anything about her own affairs, she was still a person hanging on a thread.

Even though Dong Luorong couldn't even take her temperature, she was delicate and sensitive in other places. Xie Feng was placed in another hotel room; when Dong Luorong came to see her, he always brought a book or a game console.

The rainy season in the City of Tears is ruthless. When it rains, Dong Luorong sits on the single sofa next to the bed, with her legs propped up on her bed, flipping through pages of books, or playing games. Every time Xie Feng opened his eyes slightly from his drowsiness, he could always see a desk lamp burning in the corner of the room, illuminating the profile of the person sitting on the chair.

No matter how dark, windy, and rainy the world outside is, there is always a lamp in this corner and someone is there.

Xie Feng closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He quietly stretched out his feet, stuck his toes out of the quilt, and placed them on Dong Luorong's cold bare feet, causing her to shiver. This little skin contact, a little connection that was not even warm, seemed to be enough to comfort her for the past two years.

"It's so hot," Dong Luorong moved his feet away after a while, "Are you using me to cool down?"

It turned out that she was awake.

"But..." Xie Feng, who was so sick that he was confused, obviously lacked a filter when he spoke: "I haven't touched other people's skin for a long time. My mother would hug me when I was sick."

"Hold you? Are you people from the City of Tears so open to your emotions?"

She was still in elementary school at that time. But Xie Feng didn't say this.

When he crawled into bed at 39 degrees, Dong Luorong looked desperate. She would absolutely refuse to hold Xie Feng in her arms, but lying on the bed together with Xie Feng resting on her arm was bearable.

"Okay, don't cry," Dong Luorong's words sounded unexpectedly gentle, so gentle that they would have the opposite effect: "...There is nothing in the world that is worth crying for."

Although the high fever is intermittent and recurring, overall, Xie Feng is getting better day by day.

Dong Luorong didn't seem to feel at all that there was anything unreasonable about raising an unknown person. Instead, she ran to Xie Feng's room every day to see if she had eaten, and that she didn't like eating. Put all the broccoli in her bowl, learn the local dialect of Leicheng from her, apply a facial mask with her, and declare "This is the best fever-reducing patch!" After a while, she will complain again, "Are you a stove? The mask has dried up."

She just never mentioned anything about herself. Xie Fengtong didn't know who Dong Luorong was, what she did, and why she was in the City of Tears. To be honest, Xie Feng didn't know if this information was still important to her.

No matter who Dong Luorong is, she is just such a person.

On the night of the fourth day, Xie Feng felt much more relaxed and refreshed, as if he had finally gotten rid of the high fever.

She tossed and turned in bed for several days, her bones aching, and her fever finally subsided, so she naturally wanted to get up and move around. It was not too late now, and Dong Luorong was probably not asleep yet - but if she wanted to chat with Dong Luorong, she would have to put on two more clothes before she dared to knock on the ice cellar door.

Xie Feng put on the hotel's thick bathrobe, raised the collar to wrap around his neck, hugged the pillow and went out. He didn't know it but thought the snowman had become a spirit. Dongluo Rong's room was at the end of another corridor and had to go through the elevator. When Xie Feng lazily walked into the elevator, dragging his feet like an old lady, he happened to see an empty elevator just closing its door.

She didn't take it seriously.

When Xie Feng saw a person walking in front of her, she still didn't take it seriously.

The man always walked in front of her and did not open any door on either side. It wasn't until he stopped at the door of a room at the end, turned around and rang the doorbell that Xie Feng finally froze - that was the room she was going to.

Besides, she knew the man.

Anyone who lives in Tears City is probably very familiar with that man’s appearance in the past year: Chief Qiu, as the security officer who arrests suspected evolvers and is responsible for the security of Tears City, has a tough and thin face that often appears. In the news and newspapers.

He had never personally dealt with small fish and shrimps like protesting students, but the security soldiers affiliated with his department once chased Xie Feng across two streets and ripped her schoolbag off her back.

Xie Feng stood there, UU reading www.uukanshu.net. For a moment, he felt that he could not move forward or retreat, and was stuck in the empty corridor.

Commander Qiu looked more serious and dignified off the TV than on the camera, with a straight figure and no belly at all. When he was waiting for the person inside to open the door, his profile showed no expression at all, as if he was about to enter to discuss business.

Probably sensing someone at the back of the corridor, he turned his head and glanced at Xie Feng's hotel bathrobe, then took it back without suspicion.

Xie Feng clutched the pillow tightly and pretended to knock on the door of another room; when her fist was retracted from mid-air, she was trembling faintly.

The door opened.

...She even still had the same cold and bored look on her face as before, and whispered something to the man at the door in a low voice that was too far away to be heard clearly.

As if she noticed something, she poked her head out slightly - their eyes met in mid-air.

After Chief Qiu entered the room, Dong Luorong closed the door expressionlessly.