bookrandom Chapter 212 Eggs
Chapter 212 Eggs
The convoy stayed in the valley on the morning of the third day.
As dawn broke, all the supplies had been organized and put away.
Xu Si can no longer sleep on the roof of the car. The dark red roof of the "Nirvana" is full of bulging wax suitcases, like a heavy-duty beast.
Other vehicles were also loaded with extra dried sweet potatoes, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than when they arrived.
The entire convoy not only rested to their optimal state, but also acquired a considerable amount of additional supplies.
The biggest gain from this trip was that the convoy learned how to periodically harvest supplies.
DouDou stood by the stream, gently stroking the shell of the whirlpool cow, which had shrunk to the size of a schoolbag.
The shell now displayed a rainbow-like paint scheme, the spiral patterns were still clear, and it felt warm to the touch. It was heavy in my hand, far from being as big as the building I had seen before.
DouDou carefully held it in her arms and wrapped it in a piece of coarse cloth.
Master Wei, Doubao, and Kaochang surrounded her, while Grandma Xin watched from a distance.
"We're still in the same truck team! We're not separated. Sausage, didn't you always want to ride in the big truck? And Doubao, Wei Fuzi, you two, take good care of Grandma Xin for me!"
Because of the distribution of supplies, DouDou could only ride in ShaoBing's ambulance, which only had one seat in the front passenger seat.
So all three of them, including Doubao, had to get on the bus to Tashan.
The bus in Tashan is really turning into a tourist bus. It has 33 seats in total, and now it's more than half full with a few little ones in it.
"Sister Dou Dou!" The sausage seemed a little reluctant to part with it!
"Don't worry, I'll get you some grilled sausages when we meet other teams!" This scene made DouDou's nose tingle and her eyes well up with tears.
……
"Get on the bus, everyone, get ready to depart."
Fu Xiaojian's voice came through the car's roof speaker, still calm and steady.
The engines roared one after another.
Master Wei took one last look at Dou Dou, then helped Grandma Xin onto the bus!
No one would be dramatic at this time, and no one would be unreasonable at this time.
Everyone's mind is being rapidly accelerated.
Xu Si sat in the driver's seat of "Nirvana," his starry eyes sweeping through the windshield one last time over the valley that had given the convoy a moment of respite and surprise.
Those strange plants are now just roots clinging to the ground; it's unknown whether they will ever grow back.
With a thought, Xu Si wielded the Sword of Punishment to write the four characters "Passing on the Torch" on the cliff face.
"Sister Dou Dou! Take care of yourself!" Kao Chang leaned against the back window of the bus and waved vigorously at Dou Dou.
DouDou, who had just sat in the passenger seat of the ambulance and hadn't even had a chance to say hello to ShaoBing, waved repeatedly.
"Uncle Shao Bing, please take good care of me in the future!"
"Haha, please take good care of me too!" Shao Bing found driving alone quite boring, so having a nice little girl with him was a welcome change, just like Wang Hu. Sometimes he was quite envious of her.
The convoy slowly drove out of the valley and climbed back up the narrow and treacherous mountain road.
Xu Si controlled "Nirvana," feeling the slightly different feedback from the vehicle due to the extra weight.
But the "all-time control" feature still makes everything as easy as using your own arm.
He spun a wisp of his consciousness deep into the sequence, and the star anchor slowly rotated, greedily absorbing the energy sprinkled by the blood-red sun.
The convoy wound its way along the mountain road, moving slowly and steadily.
Occasionally rocks would roll down, but they did not pose any threat to the convoy.
Xu Si focused more attention on the surrounding cliffs, hoping that if another guy like Niu Niu appeared, he wouldn't be caught off guard.
Occasionally, brief traffic updates would come through the walkie-talkie, or Jiao Jiao and Dou Dou and the other children would have lively conversations across the vehicle using the walkie-talkie, filled with static but full of interest.
DouDou and the others kept looking at the outside world without stopping, and didn't feel disappointed at all.
The atmosphere was unusually relaxed amidst the trivial conversation.
Over the walkie-talkie, Jiao Jiao was excitedly describing to Dou Dou the various "spectacular scenes" the convoy had encountered, naturally embellishing the story.
DouDou, clutching the vortex shell the size of her schoolbag, listened with startled expressions, occasionally letting out a small gasp.
"Sister Jiaojiao, do you know what day it is today?" DouDou suddenly asked.
She felt like her birthday was coming soon.
"..." There was a moment of silence on the convoy's walkie-talkie. Everyone had been on the run, so who remembered the date?
Xu Si thought for a moment, but still didn't take out the iPhone. That thing had stopped working twice, and the time was already out of order.
「2036年2月14日，或者说末世2年更合适，距离末世过去了127天！」傅骁剑突然插话道。
From October 10th until now, he has been recording each day that has passed without interruption.
The convoy's intercom system fell silent again, and for a long time.
127 days.
It turns out that the world has collapsed and civilization has been destroyed in just over four months.
They felt as if they had endured half a lifetime.
If there were no apocalypse, what would people be doing?
Is it to buy flowers for your sweetheart?
Are they both meticulously preparing surprises for each other?
Has a total of 127 days passed?
Xu Si, sitting in Nirvana, was also stunned. Had it already been more than four months?
When I was delivering food, I never realized how fast time flew by!
"February 14th...it's Valentine's Day." After a long while, Jiao Jiao murmured and repeated, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
She has never celebrated Valentine's Day, never received flowers, and has never experienced love.
The jagged rocks flashing past the window cast fast-moving shadows on her.
No one responded.
The mountain breeze blew in through the car window, neither cold nor warm.
The sunlight was bright and dazzling, but it didn't feel very warm on the skin.
Since the end times, it seems that all the seasons have been completely confused.
"Sister Jiaojiao! What is Valentine's Day?" DouDou had never celebrated Valentine's Day either.
"That's a holiday for lovers. Who celebrates Valentine's Day normally?" Jiao Jiao criticized.
DouDou gave a half-understanding "Oh," and hugged the cold cow shell in her arms even tighter.
Her birthday has already passed.
When I was a child, my family would boil a pot of eggs for every birthday of the underage children in the family.
Several eggs are boiled for each person as they get older, and the person celebrating their birthday will share the eggs with their family.
But later, only she and her grandmother were left at home. The more eggs were boiled, the fewer people there were to share them.
There is no Valentine's Day in my memory, only the eggs that my grandmother saved up, and the video calls I had with my mother.
The convoy continued its journey along the mountain road, the jagged rock walls appearing as blurry gray silhouettes outside the car windows.
After a brief silence on the walkie-talkie, Fu Xiaojian cleared his throat, his voice returning to its usual steady tone: "Everyone stay alert and watch out for road conditions. There's a landslide area 5 kilometers ahead, so slow down."
Since advancing to Sequence 3, with the "Unknown Hammer" Fu Xiaojian, clearing the way seems to be more precise.
"receive."
"clear."
"..."