"Brother Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you?"
Yani's voice seemed to come from another world.
He woke up from a dream, took his hand away from the red five-star, and understood a little bit.
As long as he came into contact with something related to him, he could trigger the relevant meaning.
When all the bits and pieces were put together, his memory could be restored.
He didn't bother to explain to Yani, got into the deformed cockpit, and sat on the blood-stained seat.
His hands subconsciously wanted to hold the joystick, but he found that there was a mess in front of him.
He could only sit in his seat and pursue his lost memories.
Several scenes flashed back before his eyes: He rose into the air, and below him were nuclear corpses kneeling down.
He flew over a city, and a warhead hit him from the ground.
There were no more pictures, but he understood one thing.
He and the helicopter were shot down by someone.
He needed more clues to trigger his memory, so he turned around and climbed into the shattered cockpit, rummaging around, but found nothing.
He came out in disgrace and looked at Yani who was standing aside: "Is there nothing else in the helicopter?"
She hesitated for a moment before replying: "It's just a few barrels of gasoline that were divided among everyone."
His eyes showed disappointment: "I'm a little tired, let's go back."
She stuck out her tongue: "Look, I've forgotten that you haven't eaten for many days."
As she spoke, she took out a bottle of water and a half-eaten compressed biscuit from her calico bag and handed it to him.
He was not polite and started eating and drinking.
To be honest, he didn't feel particularly hungry.
It seemed that his body was very resistant to hunger.
"Brother Xiao Ming, follow me closely, there are traps everywhere."
Yani led the way.
She was carrying a bow and arrows and a quiver on her back, clusters of sharp arrows shining coldly.
He believed her words, because he had just passed a bamboo stick trap, and there lay a humanoid corpse inside, all rotting.
Yani said that it was not a nuclear corpse, but a nuclear mutated macaque, which was their biggest threat.
On the way there, Yani told him a lot about the village.
She said that their water village was built by survivors.
As soon as the village faces the river and faces the land, it is full of traps and traps.
In the past, the nuclear-mutated macaques often attacked the village in groups.
After suffering several losses, they no longer dared to come.
They built their houses over the river to avoid other nuclear mutant animals.
When they went to bed at night, they pulled the bridge back so nothing could get in.
There are piranhas in the river, which are the best guards.
The air in the jungle is also better than in the city.
They dug a deep well to pump out non-polluted groundwater, which solved the problem of draft.
They could also build sheds for planting, so they could live without worries about food and clothing.
There used to be dozens of families with hundreds of people, but now there are only about thirty people left.
There are many Chinese in the village.
In Thailand, Chinese have a high status.
Yani’s father is also Chinese, so she can speak Chinese.
Yani said: "Since my father died, my mother and I have been able to survive only because of the help of the villagers.
Sometimes, we go to the market in Bangkok to exchange daily necessities.
Although it is prosperous there, I still like my own village in my eyes."
Here, this is a paradise.”
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"Utopia" When he heard the word, it seemed to trigger a certain memory.
It seemed that his heart had been yearning for this place.
Could it be that this was his paradise?
"Mom, this is Xiao Ming."
Yani introduced him to her mother, who was also his savior.
Yani's mother clasped her hands together, raised them to the tip of her nose, and greeted her in stiff Chinese: "Hello, Xiao Ming.
My Chinese name is Leying.
Nice to meet you."
Leying is the older Yani.
She is very beautiful.
She is in her thirties.
The vicissitudes of time and the cruelty of life have not left too many traces on her face.
Her hair is pulled back, her eyes are compassionate, and her expression is peaceful.
Showing contentment with the status quo.
Such a temperament can only be seen in people who believe in Buddhism.
Xiao Ming was in awe and returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Hello Leying."
It was getting dark, and lights flashed in the wooden houses on the river, shadowy like fireflies.
Under the oil lamp, Xiao Ming, Le Ying, mother and daughter sat cross-legged around a low wooden dining table.
Leying put the dishes, forks and spoons on the table and smiled: "Xiao Ming, we haven't had guests at home for a long time, and we haven't prepared any preparations.
We just eat whatever we have."
"It's good if you can eat it."
Xiao Ming sniffed the strong aroma and moved his index finger.
All he lost was his personal memory, and he had a clear understanding of the outside world.
Food is the most precious resource in the world.
Sharing food with Leying and his daughter was the greatest gift to him, no less than a life-saving grace.
In front of the three people, there was a plate of vegetables and a bowl of soup each.
The dish was boiled mushrooms with a layer of oil drizzled on them, which looked very appetizing.
There is an extra layer of noodles on Xiao Ming's plate, showing extra care for him.
Yani and Leying picked up the wooden fork, politely picked up the mushrooms and put them into their mouths, chewing them with their mouths pursed.
Xiao Ming directly picked up the plate and put it in his mouth, and then he felt hungry.
Seeing him gobbling up the food, Yani couldn't help but tease him: "Brother Xiao Ming, eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Leying said politely: "Xiao Ming, according to our custom, eating with a bowl or plate is not very civilized."
"Oh."
Xiao Ming just followed the local customs, put down his plate, rolled up the noodles with his fork and ate them.
After eating the mushrooms, he then drank the soup.
He picked up a wooden spoon and drank.
There was something in the soup.
He scooped up a few round white meat worms.
He looked at Leying and her daughter in surprise.
Yani smiled and said: "Don't worry, these are tree worms and mushrooms.
They are all produced in our pollution-free shed and are very popular in the market."
Xiao Ming learned from Yani's mouth that the market is a survivor colony in Bangkok, with nearly 200,000 people living in it.
Originally, the market had a larger population, but a nuclear zombie riot occurred last year.
Although the survivors finally defeated the nuclear zombies, they also lost more than half of the population.
At that time, the village happened to send people to go to the market, including Yani's father.
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As a result, these people never came back.
After dinner, Leying cleared the table and sat down to talk to Xiao Ming: "I heard from Yani that you have lost your memory and don't know where your home is.
Well, you can stay until you regain your memory.
Tomorrow, I Talk to the elders, anyway, there is a shortage of men in the village."
As Leying said, Shuicun really lacks men, not just in general, but because there are no young and middle-aged men because they all died in the nuclear zombie riot last year.
Most of the people left in the village are young and middle-aged women like Le Ying, like the widow village, and there are seven or eight boys and girls about the same age as Yani.
The only adult man is the elder.
He is an elderly monk with a kind face and a kind-hearted look.
He has an otherworldly aura and assumes the role of leader.
With the consent of the elders, Xiao Ming became a member of the village.
He could not do the detailed work of planting and raising insects, so he had to do the manual work of carrying water and fertilizer.
His strength far exceeds his impression, but his appetite is not large, which makes him very popular.
The women all said that Leying and her daughter had found a treasure, with a hint of good-natured teasing in their tone.
For a widow's village where men are scarce, a strong man is indeed a treasure.
After getting to know each other, some young women invited Xiao Ming to her home for dinner from time to time.
Everyone knows what this means.
Leying didn't have any objections and was happy to see the outcome.
But Xiao Ming declined.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing, but his memory hadn't recovered yet and he didn't want to get into entanglements with other women so obscurely.
The women laughed at Leying and said she was a solitary eater.
In the conscience of heaven and earth, this was an injustice to Leying.
She and Xiao Ming did not have the kind of relationship they said, but she neither admitted nor denied it.
She only said: "If you have the ability, just grab it."
Xiao Ming was embarrassed to say it, but he also knew that this kind of thing would become darker and darker as it was described, so he simply didn't explain it.
The only person who knew clearly was Yani.
Instead, she told her friends that her mother slept with Xiao Ming every night, as if it was an honor.
Yani is the king of children.
When the adults are working, she leads her children to hunt nearby.
The prey she catches is not edible and is thrown into the river to feed the fish.
However, hunting is the best way to train children in survival skills.
After working every day, the elders led the women and children to chant sutras and pray to soothe their souls.
The so-called paradise is more about peace of mind.
Xiao Ming also chanted the sutras.
Although he didn't understand the meaning of those words, he vaguely sensed some mysterious and unknown power in the solemn atmosphere around him.
This power can remove impetuousness and depression in the mind, and even alleviate physical pain.
His brain still hurts from time to time, but as long as he chants sutras, it is relieved.
He finally realized that faith is power Unconsciously, half a month has passed, and Xiao Ming has gradually become accustomed to life in Shuicun, and the pain of losing his memory is no longer so serious.
He lived a very comfortable life.
Those physical tasks were just a breeze, and he could sleep until he woke up naturally every day.
That day, before he got up, Yani slipped into his room and called him quietly: "Brother Ming, Brother Ming"
Now, she calls him more affectionately and seems to consider him family.
He also regarded her and Leying as a family, deliberately teasing her and pretending to be asleep.
Seeing that he was not awake, Yani sat next to him, gently touching his face with her little hands, and said to herself: "Your facial features are so standard.
It is rare to see such a pure Chinese blood."
Yes, he also knows that he does not belong to this place.
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He should come from a purely Chinese place, a great country with a long history.
She pinched his nose again: "I heard from the aunts that men with hooked noses are bad and like to bully women, but they ask you to accompany them, why don't you go?"
He couldn't hold it in any longer and sneezed, sat up and laughed: "I'm just a bad guy who bullies girls."
"Oh, how bad are you for eavesdropping on other people's conversations?"
Yani covered her face in shame, but peeked at him through her fingers, "Then will you bully me?"
Her voice was filled with worry and hope.
She was at the age when love begins.
Of course he wouldn't have any charming thoughts about her, so he quickly said with a straight face: "No, wait until you grow up."
Yani showed her face with some disappointment, and raised her newly developed breasts unconvincingly: "Huh, I've already had my period.
Mom said, I'm an adult now":