Gu Hang envisioned the future, saying, "I’m thinking of the storefronts on the ground floor of our apartnt building. On the second-story rooftop of the shop, we could construct an iron passageway connecting to the garden complex. Of course, this isn’t necessary for now since there aren’t that many survivors in our community and there are still plenty of vacant houses. But soday, if the number of survivors increases significantly, we can make it happen."
Lin Fan looked at Gu Hang with a smile. Brother Hang was quite a visionary, which was impressive.
"Yeah, Brother Hang, keep it up."
Gu Hang said, "Humans survive various calamities and rebuild civilization often through unity and intellect. I truly hope this disaster ends soon."
"There will co a day when it ends."
Lin Fan was very firm in his belief.
In the community.
Everyone was doing what they wanted.
So were reading books.
So were playing with children.
Others were simply daydreaming.
On the rooftop, Qi Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground, staring into the distance, deeply imrsed. The desolation of Yellow City had a significant impact on his heart. The apocalypse had taken his wife and left his child motherless.
Sotis, he liked to sit quietly on the rooftop, gazing into the distance, not wanting to be disturbed, just reminiscing alone. If it weren’t for his young child, he felt he might not have been able to persevere in such an apocalyptic world.
Footsteps approached.
Qi Sheng looked at Lin Fan and smiled, "Little Fan, what brings you here?"
Lin Fan said, "Qi Bro, just checking what you were up to."
"Nothing much, just daydreaming," Qi Sheng was content with the current environnt, though sotis he thought back to the past, feeling a bit lancholic as he daydread alone, not wanting to share these feelings with others.
During this ti, Lin Fan had co to know that Qi Sheng was a low-key person, not very talkative, usually observing and listening from the sidelines when sothing was happening.
Knowing Qi Sheng’s ordeals, his family of four had watched his wife turn into a zombie right before his eyes without warning— a heartbreak unimaginable to anyone.
Lin Fan sat next to Qi Sheng and said, "Qi Bro, so things have passed and can’t be reversed; we can only cherish what and who is present."
Qi Sheng nodded, understanding such logic.
"Little Fan."
"Yes?"
"How wonderful it would be if we could turn back ti."
"Turning back ti, huh?"
Lin Fan looked up at the sky. If ti could be reversed, Yellow City would return to its once bustling state, how beautiful and wonderful that scene would be. All those who lost their loved ones would no longer suffer, no longer feel sad and could enjoy a happy life with their families, all smiles.
Qi Sheng sighed, "No, even if ti could be reversed it would be pointless, the apocalypse would still happen, and we would just relive the pain of losing loved ones once again."
Lin Fan said, "But if we could find the root cause of the apocalypse and eliminate it, then there wouldn’t be a problem, right?"
Hearing this.
Qi Sheng’s expression froze montarily, then he slapped Lin Fan on the shoulder, laughing, "Little Fan, I think our conversation is getting more and more mystical. How could ti possibly rewind? That’s impossible."
Speaking, speaking, Qi Sheng’s tone beca sowhat despondent yet seed to hold a kind of anticipation, "If ti could be reversed, even if it cost my life, I would be willing."
Lin Fan gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself, "I would be willing too."
No one wants to see the apocalypse arrive.
It’s an unimaginable disaster for any survivor.
Those turned into zombies had no choice, as they suddenly beca such. If there was a choice, no one would want to beco a zombie.
Night ca.
Lin Fan, ready to sleep, saw an incoming call on the satellite phone.
He answered.
"Hello," Lin Fan said softly.
"Hello, Brother Lin, this is Tang Jiayu."
"Oh, Miss Tang, is there sothing wrong?"
The number of survivors on Tang Island wasn’t small; the area was beautifully scenic and surrounded by water, quite safe as long as the drifting zombies on the lake surface were monitored.
Tang Jiayu, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you have gone to sleep?"
"I have."
Tang Jiayu: ...
Both sides fell silent.
Tang Jiayu didn’t speak, and Lin Fan didn’t either.
He had already answered; it was now up to Miss Tang to respond if the conversation were to continue.
Tang Jiayu: "I also just lay down on the bed."
Lin Fan: "Then, good night."
"Good night."
He hung up the phone.
Lin Fan looked at the satellite phone, a smile forming on his face; people were still quite decent, at least so maintained the courtesy to say good night.
As he straightened the blanket over ngng, he too lay down, looking at the ceiling, counting sheep, one, two... the soft sound of his breath rhythmically rose and fell in the quiet room.
anwhile, at the estate.
Tang Jiayu lay on the bed, showing her long legs, with a facial mask on. She felt that the conversation just now was a failure.
As for why she initiated the chat.
According to Tang Jiayu’s thoughts, there were two reasons.
The first was that with the apocalypse, the world’s population had drastically decreased. Being the only child of the Tang family, it was essential to carry on the lineage, and during peaceful tis, there were hardly any appealing options, let alone in the apocalypse. It was right to take initiative when she t soone.
The second reason was Lin Fan’s strength. It wasn’t that she, Tang Jiayu, was materialistic, but people are inherently practical. For example, n always say they want a wise woman but often choose based on social status and personal life. As long as a woman is decent in these areas, they are liked by n and considered for marriage, regardless of whether they are truly wise.
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