One Thousand Two Hundred and One: The First Love Has Fallen Here

Three years ago, these people never expected to survive, but they survived today. On such days, it was as if they had found an outlet for their fragile emotions. The entire Qianyan Mountain base was filled with sadness.

Not only Qianyanshan Base, but also Baihua City, Times Base, Xiaozhou City and Wulixiang Base, all the bases are commemorating the people who have passed away.

Such sadness was noticed by the doll. She seemed to be tossed in a sea of ​​emotions and couldn't bear it.

An Ran quickly picked up the doll. Just as she was about to comfort the doll, the doll reached out and hugged An Ran's neck.

All I heard was that the baby was pitiful and choked with a thick nasal voice:

"Mom, thank you for being here, thank you for being here, dad."

It turns out that the feeling of a loved one passing away is so uncomfortable, and I understand.

She felt that this was different from how she missed her mother when she was in Xiangcheng. At that time, she knew that her mother was in the north and living a good life. As long as she worked hard to return to the north, she could see her mother.

But the death of her mother was the farthest and most distant distance in the world. It was a distance that she could not shorten no matter how she lived, how hard she worked, or how close she got to the north.

The little doll has an ultimate understanding of death.

An Ran's heart ached slightly, and she reached out and hugged the baby's small body tightly. She was thinking that the future was still the same, and she must live well. She didn't want the baby to be sad.

Because it was still a very grand festival, the lonely man Luo Feifan and Zhan Lian changed classes and asked Zhan Lian to rush back to Qianyan Mountain to celebrate the festival, and Liu Xiaojue accompanied him.

The two of them parted on the street of Qianyan Mountain. Zhan Lian went home to reunite with An Ran's doll, while Liu Xiaojue stood on the street, silently thinking about his thoughts.

Maybe everyone is sad, and such sad emotions will exaggerate others, and Liu Xiaojue also feels a little melancholy in his heart.

He lowered his eyes and stood alone on the street. Some paper money floated over. Liu Xiaojue raised his head, let out a gentle breath, and blew the paper money away.

Jing Xuan walked over in plain clothes and handed Liu Xiaojue a handful of paper money. He tilted his head and stared at the paper money in Jing Xuan's hand.

"I made a fire there." Jingxuan pointed to the brazier next to her, "Do you want to burn some paper money for your family?"

Liu Xiaojue took the paper money from Jingxuan and followed Jingxuan to the fire. Listening to the cries of the people around him, he silently threw the paper money into the fire.

Naturally, there are people he misses, but he didn't expect that the people in Qianyan Mountain would make the worship ceremony so solemn today. He thought that people in the apocalypse would be accustomed to death, but it was only today that he discovered that human beings can still sad.

"Would you like to... go see Su Yan later?"

When Jingxuan mentioned this person's name, Liu Xiaojue shook his head and continued to burn paper one by one.

Then Jingxuan stopped talking. She actually wanted to tell Liu Xiaojue that when she brought the performance team to Qianyan Mountain the day before yesterday, she seemed to see Su Yan in the alley with a few men.

At that time, Jingxuan felt that Su Yan didn't seem to be having a very happy life because she was collecting the nuclei of those men.

And the looks in the eyes of those men were very obscene.

Jingxuan was not sure whether Liu Xiaojue wanted to care about her first love who had fallen to this point.

But Liu Xiaojue made it clear that he didn't want to see Su Yan, so Jingxuan stopped talking and decided to wait for Liu Xiaojue to find out on his own. ...