We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 31 I am a cold star in the sky

Pinellia skewered salted fish one by one with a rope. They are all slender blue fish. You don’t need bait to catch this kind of fish. You only need a hook. They can’t tell the difference between hooks and baits. Bite, sometimes you can get four or five fish on a pole. Every time you go out to fish, you can eat two fresh fish in Pinellia, clean the viscera of the green strips, wipe off the water, and then lower to the hot oil. In the pot, it is fried golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This season's green fish is extremely fat and tender, melts in the mouth, and tastes fresh and sweet.

  The remaining fish is salted and hung on the balcony to dry.

Facing the morning light, the girl’s sweaty profile outlines a soft curve. In the sun, her white skin is almost translucent, and the reddish blood vessels can be seen. She stretched her arms when she stood on tiptoe to hang fish, under her black short-sleeved shorts. The back and waist are like wicker drawn in the early spring.

   is really a beautiful soft girl.

  But the soft girl grabbed the American cockroach flying by in front of her eyes with lightning speed, and pinched it to death with her thumb and index finger.

  Banxia 72 stunts·Vajra Finger!

  After drying the salted fish, the girl picked up the plastic basin on the floor and poured the blood into the kitchen drain.

The worn-out old vertical electric fan in the living room shook his head with a "crack". I don’t know when it will shake my head. I don’t know how many years this electric fan has been used. The teacher found it from the garbage dump. It actually works.

   "Parents, I will wash the clothes first, and then make breakfast."

  Banxia stepped on the blue plastic slippers, pattered into the bathroom, grabbed the dirty clothes on the sink and sniffed.

   A strong sour smell of sweat, Pinellia frowned and stretched it away.

  Beautiful girls are also tasteful.

   "Where is the soap... where is the soap?"

  The girl stood up on one foot and turned around in the bathroom, moving briskly.

  I take brown-yellow hard soap for laundry. This thing is stored in Pinellia, but the soap for bathing is not easy to find, especially if it is stored in a place with high air humidity for a long time, the humid environment will make the soap rancid and moldy.

   "Dad——! Mom——! Did you see where the soap is? The soap used for laundry... Ah I saw it, I saw it."

  She has a very durable wooden washboard.

  First soak the dirty clothes in the water. Banxia moved to a small bench and started rubbing the clothes.

   "Parents, I haven't contacted him for three days. You said, did he ignore me?"

  The girl looked down at the blue jeans in her hand. Foam and dirty water flowed down the gap between her fingers, a little surprised.

   "Will he be online tonight?"

"He said he lives in 2019, dad, mom, do you think this is true or not? Does ICOM725 have this function? If it's not true, then he lives in Qinhuai District, why hasn't he encountered it for so many years? Woolen cloth?"

In a world where human civilization is completely destroyed, time has changed from the original clear and densely countable grids to flowing rivers. Banxia writes a stroke on paper every day and draws a circle. She may be the last one in this universe. The timekeeper, the time of the entire universe is in charge of her.

   Banxia said, today is September 5, 2040.

  Then this huge universe with an observable radius of 45 billion light-years is September 5, 2040.

  The paper used for timekeeping in Pinellia has a thick stack. When the paper runs out, she will engrave the time on the walls, pillars, floors, tree trunks, and even the road.

  In a world where there is only one person left, is it necessary to keep the calendar?

   Banxia don’t know.

  She just followed the teacher. After the teacher was away, she continued the teacher's practice. This lonely girl walked forward alone, lengthening the history of human existence bit by bit.

Pinellia has a mechanical pocket watch that needs to be wound every day, but the mechanical watch is always getting more and more inaccurate, so she found several watches to check each other's time-and the real most accurate calibration object is Black Moon. Every evening at 6:30, the black moon must appear on the horizon on time, never being late.

  When the time is correct, Pinellia only needs to hold the watch in his hand and look at the black moon rising on the horizon from a distance to know whether the watch is moving accurately.

Teacher    said that the black moon is so punctual, every day is not bad, its orbit must be a standard circular orbit, and such a standard circular orbit shows that it is not a natural satellite.

  Banxia certainly knows that it is not a natural satellite.

  When she was born, there was only one moon in this world.

  That is the white moon.

  The girl scrubbed the trousers, wringed them dry, and then shook them on the hanger, hung them on the clothesline in the living room, and slapped them left and right.

  "It would be great if I could prove to him that I really live in 2040."

   "But apart from myself, no one else can prove what I said."

   "Dad, Mom, if only you can speak."

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  After breakfast, Pinellia cleaned up the house.

I have to clean up once a week. First move my parents to the balcony and put them away. Then wipe the sofa and coffee table with a rag. The solid wood coffee table is heavy and difficult to move. The original coffee table in this house is made of glass, but it is too early. It was broken, so the teacher replaced it with a wooden one, thinking that the teacher and her both took a lot of effort to bring this thing up.

   "I am a cold star in the sky, watching you quietly."

  The girl is humming a song.

  "You are a mystery passed down in the world, shaking the boundless world..."

  Banxia can sing a lot of songs, all taught by the teacher, the teacher sings very well.

  During the years when the teacher was still alive, she took Pinellia through the deserted streets and relied on singing to drive away nearby beasts.

The girl cleans the sofa, then washes the rag in the bucket, wipes the cabinet after wiping the sofa, and takes out the pistol in the cabinet to wipe it. Cleaning is quite a water-consuming task. Fortunately, there is no shortage of water in Pinellia. After cleaning the living room, Banxia will go to the balcony to move the parents back, and finally wipe the parents clean.

She made the room clean and bright step by step. Every time the room was cleaned, Pinellia's mood would improve. Watching the sun shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed to shine into her heart. This is hers. Home, her fortress.

  The big world, the whole city belongs to her, but she only needs this small corner.

  She is a snail, this is her shell.

  Whenever the sun goes down and the two moons rise, the girl curls up on the little bed, holding the fat plastic table lamp in her hand.

  "If you ask, you will know that my heart is responding to you..."

  The magazine of Pinellia pistol was withdrawn, and the bullets in the magazine were checked, and the 9mm steel-cored bullets were returned to the coffee table one by one, making a crisp sound.

  Finally, she turned the pistol over, closed one eye and looked in from the muzzle.

  The index finger on the trigger clicked, and the girl smiled with a click.

   "Ask, have you ever heard me, how moved my heart."

   "Unknowingly you have already..."

  Banxia hummed softly.

   "Warm my lonely life."

  (End of this chapter)