Soul Painter

Gao Fan tightened the padded jacket he was wearing.

He glanced at the dark sky.

The air was thick with the humidity of the impending rain.

And under the feet is a muddy yellow mud road.

He is fleeing.

Surrounded by a large group of refugees, all of them were dressed in rags and looked thin. The old ones were on crutches, and the young ones were carrying packages. Everyone had numb expectations on their faces, supporting them to walk southward in a state of extreme hunger. Yes, there is only this sentence: There is food in the south, and the poor will not starve to death in the revolutionary party.

After Gao Fan escaped from Beiping City, he embarked on the road to the south. This choice was either the result of careful consideration, or he followed the crowd. Lin Senhao left him a curse of the abyss after the battle of the doomsday wedding. Fan, who suffered from severe radiation sickness due to the nuclear bomb salvo at the doomsday wedding, and had only two weeks to live, chose to use this Command Seal.

Lin Senhao said that Gao Fan could be saved in 1920.

Going back to 1920, I caught up with a grand mental illness rally. At the Temple of Heaven, Gao Fan felt cordial to the mentally ill people wearing blue and white striped hospital uniforms, but the policemen with long guns were not cordial. up.

Under the expulsion of the police, some of these mental patients were thrown into prison, and some were driven out of Beiping City. What, divide by answer.

It should be the old seal, Gao Fan felt a wonderful sense of lively joy from it, like a big dining table filled with delicacies, sitting beside the table are diners who are feasting, music The atmosphere is rising and the atmosphere is burning, as if it is a feast that never ends.

It was the same feeling that Beiping City gave Gao Fan at the moment.

Therefore, Gao Fan thought that he should join this feast.

Because as soon as he returned to this era and entered this city of Beiping, Gao Fan's cough was relieved. He didn't know that the banquet in his dream was numb his soul and stagnate his body functions. Although he couldn't be cured, it couldn't It will get worse, Gao Fan doesn't know how this is done, but he thinks he should have a good chat with this great existence, maybe he can become a priest.

Therefore, Gao Fan performed positively.

When it came to him, he not only pointed out that this should be the old seal of a great being, but also described the mysterious aura of this great being.

"It should be boiling, joyful, full of feast-like madness and intoxication~"

So it wasn't until he was driven out of Beiping City that Gao Fan realized that this screening was to screen out those who were not infected by that great existence, put them in prison, and further educate them, and voluntarily felt that they had become susceptible to its followers , Naturally, they have to be expelled from the city to disperse the belief in a great existence.

I still have this kind of thing...

Looking back, I looked at the gloomy Beiping City, which seemed to be shrouded in a thick emerald green fog.

Gao Fan beat his chest like a student who failed the college entrance examination.

But he had no choice but to join the army of exiles who fled to the south. As for why it was the south, he was simply coerced. Going down, there are not many choices.

cough cough cough...

Gao Fan coughed.

The cold weather, hunger and exhaustion had eroded his remaining health, and now he felt like he was burning his life with every step he took.

Simply... let's stop here.

Gao Fan sat on the field ridge beside the muddy road and refused to leave.

Anyway, it's a desperate fight, a terminal illness that cannot be treated in the 21st century, what good method would there be in the 20th century 100 years ago?

It's kind of romantic to die 100 years ago.

Gao Fan raised his face, feeling the wet, cold and bitter rain. It was raining, and then he looked at the fleeing team moving forward slowly like walking corpses. The numb faces gave Gao Fan a sense of creativity. Desire, this is a scene he has never seen in 100 years.

100 years later, even the homeless and beggars on the street will not be so desperate to numb, nor will they be so tenacious to survive, not just one person, but all of them.

At this moment, Gao Fan can deeply understand what is the fragility of life and what is the tenacity of life.

The world is like a furnace, and all living beings are in the furnace.

Gao Fan stretched out his fingers and slowly sketched a curve in the mud. If he had paper and a pen, this curve would be extremely beautiful. At this moment, his superb drawing skills cannot be exchanged for a steamed bun...

The refugees who passed by Gao Fan one after another did not pay attention to Gao Fan. Too many people died along the way. Most of them were just like Gao Fan. They fell to the ground or sat down on the side of the road. , has since become a dry bone.

At this moment, at the end of the road, there was a sudden sound of galloping horses.

Those who fled first saw the rolling red flag under the cloud.

It's like a ray of light has been split open in the dungeon furnace.

And the next group of knights on white horses looked like visitors from gods, making these refugees cheer up.

"It's the Youth Army!"

"Youth Army is here!"

"The youth army to save the suffering is here!"

As a branch of the revolutionary army, and the most effective one, the youth army is well-known throughout the land of China. The arrival of the youth army means that the hope of living has arrived, and the refugees will of course cheer.

However, the leading white horse did not stop because of the presence of refugees, but continued to gallop forward on the muddy road. When the horse's hooves fell into the puddle, the splashed mud stained the black and white horses and the military uniforms of the officers on the horses, showing the urgency of his whereabouts.

The refugees were dodging left and right in amazement, when the white horse was caught again by 'Zi Liu Liu', and the horse's hooves were thrown into the air. Before it could stand still, the officer immediately turned over and fell down, ignoring the mud on the ground, and knelt down on one knee , probed the breath of the man sitting on the side of the road like a dead tree.

"Alive!" he said to those behind him.

"Bring it back, the commander is waiting!" said another youth soldier behind him.

So he brought another white horse, tied the man on the horse, and galloped away after a few rides, while the young soldiers who stayed here said to all the refugees: "Go straight to the south, and immediately reach the youth army's jurisdiction." Come on, clean clothes and food are prepared there, and you can’t die if you walk there! Hurry up!”

...

When Gao Fan woke up.

I feel warm around me.

This relieved his mind and body, which had been frozen for several days.

Then sneezed several times.

Take a look around.

It must be a hospital.

There was a curtain in front of him, and it was considered a single room, but there were chaotic and noisy sounds from outside, it seemed that many people were receiving treatment, and there were cries of pain from time to time.

He moved his arms and body.

It feels okay.

Although he was still weak, a sign of advanced radiation sickness, at least he wasn't cold anymore, and besides, he was a little hungry and thirsty.

Turning his head, he saw that there was a bowl of porridge on the bedside. He tried to reach for it, but as soon as he reached out, he lost his balance and fell under the bed with a 'plop'.

Grass...Gao Fan realizes that 'not weak' is an illusion, and now he doesn't even have the strength to get up.

Should I call for help? Gao Fan wondered if it was too embarrassing.

At this moment, a pair of hands helped him up, Gao Fan's eyes were turned, and he saw Lin Senhao's familiar face.

"You can fall out of bed if you don't take care of it at a glance?" Lin Senhao asked him, "Are you okay?"

"Hey~" Gao Fan smiled.

In the past few days, the new writing has been relatively smooth. I have finished writing the first 30,000 words, but after I finish writing, I feel that the sports theme seems a bit monotonous? Although I think the rhythm is not bad, but I always feel a little monotonous, so I plan to write a film and television theme, write them all, and see which one is more interesting, and then decide which one to write in the next book.