Chapter 143 Jingyuan and Life List

As night fell, a fire broke out in the abandoned small building, and the firewood was the dismantled stool legs and table legs.

This is a self-built two-story building, decorated in clean water, cement floor without tiles, gray painted walls, and inferior wall skins cracked like turtle shells. There are many places where the wall skin has fallen off due to moisture and bulging.

In the evening, Kyoto gave up on the idea of ​​leaving Shushan City.

Almost all day they wandered the border line and did not find a way to the extremely cold land further north.

The only two people before them were sea and empty roads, but the sea and sky could not be conquered by just two people.

The facts are already in front of them. The outside world is much more dangerous than Zhoushan City. At least some scattered plants can be seen here, and even occasionally small insects such as earthworms and spiders can be seen. There is really only a gray-black one left there.

In desperation, they could only find this small building built in the countryside to rest.

When I came, I could see the faded word "囍" on the doors and windows, but after I prying the door in, I saw only the dusty furniture and the interior of the room like a haunted house. No one has used this room for a long time. When I pushed the door, the blocked and turbid air that came to me seemed to suffocate.

The off-road vehicle was parked at the door. Jing Yuan checked the inside of the house and confirmed that there was no zombie in a corner of the wall or the blind spot behind the door, and then asked Tang Xue and Xiaobai to get off the car.

Even if they are used to living in big villas, no one among them will dislike the bad environment. They are still alive, still thinking, and able to talk. These are already very luxurious behaviors.

Xiaobai is not a pampered dog, he can be happy everywhere. Jingyuan takes his favorite frisbee out, and he yells at the pride to pick it up, and he never gets tired of it.

What worries can a puppy have? As long as some of them eat, some sleep, and can pull and scatter, they will be happy.

Jingyuan dismantled the furniture and started a fire. Although the weather in early spring has warmed up, it still cools down at night. It will cause frost and fog in the morning. If a bucket of water is placed outside, when you wake up, you can pick up some fine ice chips in the bucket. Sometimes you can harvest a mirror-like ice, thin as a cake.

He recalled that when he was in kindergarten, the kindergarten teacher took him to a bucket to pick up such ice.

He sat by the fire, built a simple stove with bricks, and boiled water in a pot. While burning, he grinds coffee beans and planned to make a cup of coffee to drink.

The tongue of flames twitched in his eyes, and he was thinking about where to go next.

After seeing the scenery outside the boundary line, he felt as if the world had entered the countdown to destruction, and his life had also entered the countdown.

He felt that there was an invisible timer above each of them, and something ticked, and the number of seconds on the timer kept getting smaller and smaller. When they returned to zero, they would die like those who had long been dead, and they would lose consciousness and thinking, and the world stopped turning, and they disappeared into this world as if they had never existed.

He thought what's the point of cooking here? He was probably just waiting to die.

If Shushan City will also produce a "Queen Bee" and they will all become sacrifices.

Those zombies that were originally unconscious have begun to organize their actions, and even the mutants obeyed the orders of the monster that was about to be born.

No one can escape all this, it's just a matter of time.

The water boiled, the kettle made a whistle sound, and the spout steam rose.

He poured hot water into the cup, poured it in coffee bean powder, and sighed at the slightly bitter fragrance.

"Is there anything else you want to do?" Jingyuan raised his coffee cup, raised his head and drank it all, and asked looking at Tang Xue's face.

"Does what you want to do refer to ideals and wishes?" Tang Xue asked.

"If you want, you can also tell me your ideals and wishes, but what I want to ask is whether there is anything like the life list." Jing Yuan lifted the kettle and poured Tang Xue a cup of hot water.

"Life List?" Tang Xue held her slender legs, curled her knees, and sat on the cushion against the wall, lifting her eyes a few inches, as if recalling something, "Why don't we exchange the list of our lives for the two of us, write it on paper, and then exchange it for each other to see."

"Okay." Kyoto nodded.

They each pulled two pieces of paper from their notebooks and wrote on them with ballpoint pens.

Jingyuan poked his pen and thought about his "life list".

The so-called "life list" is to list the things he wants to do, and then do his best to finish these things before he dies. He has never thought about such things before, or some thoughts flashed through, but he has never recorded them.

When he was a child, he had many wishes, such as not having to do homework, watching TV every day, eating instant noodles every day, and going to KFC.

When I grow up, I rarely feel that way.

A few minutes later, he started writing.

“1. Eat a fried chicken (the kind that has the flavor);

2. Play games all day;

3. Set off fireworks;

4. Go racing on the way;

5. Visit the night market;

6. Write a bestseller;

”

He wrote a lot of messy things, but the first thing he thought of was fried chicken. So far, he could not forget the half of the fried chicken on the last night, perhaps because it was the last taste he tasted.

I remember it has a spicy flavor, a pair of spicy wings and a portion of fries. When I think about it, I still feel delicious.

I had known that I would have eaten my last bite more carefully. He was so hungry after work overtime that he swallowed everything and ate the meat in a few bites, and didn't have time to taste it.

Once upon a time, a golden and crisp fried chicken was placed in front of him, but he didn't cherish it, and he didn't regret it until he lost it.

He finally understood the state of mind of Supreme Treasure and understood how sad it was to lose the thing he loved.

More than ten minutes later, he stopped writing and wrote a total of 41 pieces, all of which were nonsense, including things like "After reading the complete work of One Piece", which could not be achieved in his lifetime.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just a joke. The meaning of the "life list" is to let you clearly know what you want to do but cannot do.

"Have you written it?" Jing Yuan pressed the spring buckle on the top of the ballpoint pen and raised his head.

"I've written it, let's exchange it." Tang Xue also closed her eyes.

As they said that, the two exchanged their "life list".

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!