Doomsday Warbler

Chapter 46

On the afternoon of April 2014, 4, there was moderate snow, and the real-time temperature was minus five degrees.

The general drop in temperature makes the official third base located in the center of the mainland snow for nearly half of the year, and there are only four months when the land can be opened to grow food—June, July, August, and September.This change made everyone in the base panic, and everyone raced desperately against time. If they could grow a little food, they had to collect a lot of dry firewood, otherwise they wouldn't be able to survive the coming long winter.

Uncle Ou looks like a profiteer on the outside, but he is actually a caring person in private, and occasionally participates in some charity activities organized by the people spontaneously, and his hands are quite generous.After Ye Yin discovered this by accident, she told Zhiqiu very strangely.

"Uncle Ou won't do anything that is not beneficial." Zhiqiu said with a smile while cleaning up the documents, "He is a rare person who is consistent in appearance and in appearance."

"But, what good can it do?" Ye Yin has also participated in many such fundraising activities in disguise before, donating a large amount of materials in various identities, but apart from the tearful verbal thanks from the host and the dirty little There was nothing but the collective bowing of the children.

"If you're really curious, you can wait for him to take a look next time, and then you'll understand." Zhiqiu said, "By the way, can you donate the box under the counter for me? I've always wanted to go, but unfortunately I've been too busy recently."

Before joining the club, Ye Yin had no classes or assignments, and had nothing to do all day long, so she readily agreed.

The latest charity drive was on Friday, three days later, at the orphanage in Block C.Ye Yin confirmed from Zhiqiu that Uncle Ou would be there, so she made preparations in advance.

The entrance fee for the guests at the fundraiser is any money, so Ye Yin registered Zhiqiu's box.Because she had to fill in a form to explain what to donate, she opened it and read it.

A box full of thick cotton boots, probably the spoils from the mission, right?

When entering the arena, Ye Yin saw that Uncle Ou was sitting in the VIP area in the first row, so she quietly chose a seat in the third row to the left.

"Dear guests, thank you very much for coming." The host was a tall, dark, thin man, wearing an old woolen suit with frayed cuffs and elbows, with a very serious expression: "You all braved the wind and snow to see this charity fundraising performance, like a ray of sunshine in an endless winter, not only illuminating this small hall, but illuminating the hearts of all of us. The first program, hymn, sincerely dedicated to everyone.”

Eight little dolls who had been tidied up came onto the stage. They sang without accompaniment in two rows.

The song was adapted into the native language, and the pure faces and heavenly voices of the children paired with the holy song were very touching.

After the performances of several small shows, the key link soon came: the auction of love.

Of course, since it was an auction of love, the things being auctioned would naturally not be worth much. Even in the past, they were very common items. Everyone just found a name to make the charity more attractive.

In order to avoid being discovered by Uncle Ou, Ye Yin didn't raise her hand much, and planned to donate something alone after the end.Uncle Ou was very high-profile, and took pictures of several gadgets successively, and the prices he paid were so high that the host kept calling his names and thanking them.

What he photographed were all women's things, such as sewing boxes, small silver jewelry, etc., which made Ye Yin's imagination run wild.

But until the end of the event, Ye Yin didn't see the benefits that Uncle Ou got, so she couldn't help being a little puzzled.She saw that everyone stood up and was about to leave. Just as she was about to grease the soles of her shoes, Uncle Ou turned around and stopped her with a smile: "Why didn't you raise your hand from the beginning to the end? You are the little rich lady of our club."

"Uncle Ou." Seeing that Ye Yin was found a little embarrassed, she walked over with a shy face and called out.

"Are you free today?"

"Well, I came here to take a look out of curiosity."

"Then let's go shopping with me later and treat you to dinner."

"to make."

For some reason, Uncle Ou didn't visit Area A or Area B, but took Ye Yin to the outer area with the worst conditions, chatting with Ye Yin enthusiastically while walking.

"Did you see that old man who was dying? It's not his son and wife who are taking care of him, but Gui Gentou and his wife."

"Ghost root?"

"He is the leader of the refugee circle. In the desert, there is a kind of grass with strong vitality called ghost root. It often grows in large pieces together, and the roots below are intertwined and can penetrate thousands of meters into the ground. There is little rain in the desert. It is difficult for animals and plants to live in the dry season, but this kind of grass can survive in groups, because as long as a drop of water is absorbed by one of the ghost roots, it will be evenly distributed to the roots of all the grasses, and everyone will live together and survive."

"It turns out that this is the way of life of the low-level disaster victims. Thanks to this old man, he entered the circle, otherwise no one would care."

Uncle Ou laughed: "Fool, the refugee circle in the outer district does not accept people who are too old or too young."

"Then..." Ye Yin suddenly understood, her face darkened, and just as she was about to walk over, Uncle Ou stopped her: "These people are voluntary, and they don't live long anyway, so it's better to be more comfortable before dying , and benefit others after death.”

Ye Yin felt a little uncomfortable and didn't speak for a long time.

"It's nothing. There are more cruel and terrifying things outside the base than this. Everyone is trying to live. There is no right or wrong. You don't need to be sad. This is the reality, and no one can change it."

"I understand." Ye Yin said, "I'm just a little confused occasionally."

"Don't be confused." Uncle Ou said: "Whether we have that idea or not, the fact is that as long as we live one more day, we can kill a few more zombies that threaten their lives, and also ensure their safety for one more day. Everyone is suffering. Our kindness makes no sense to pick up the bowl to eat meat and put down the chopsticks to scold your mother. Kindness is for receiving, not asking for."

Ye Yin hummed lightly.

The two walked around for a long time, and finally Uncle Ou took Ye Yin to a small noodle restaurant in District C for dinner.

There are not many restaurants in District C, and there are few people who go there. Generally, they only go there once when someone in the family celebrates a birthday or something.Most of the store owners are relatives or friends of people in Area B. They earn a little base currency by processing and selling the food they get for doing tasks. Therefore, the variety of food in the store is very unstable. It basically depends on what materials are in the store that day.

This noodle shop is very small, less than ten square meters by visual inspection. Two-thirds of the shop's area is the kitchen, and the only seats for customers are four plastic chairs placed in front of the counter, which looks very cramped and desolate.

"Two bowls of noodles." Uncle Ou seemed to be a regular customer. He sat down on a chair carelessly, lit a cigarette and began to puff: "Bring the ashtray."

Lifting the curtain, a gentle and pleasant woman around 30 years old came out. Seeing Ye Yin, she smiled and asked, "Is this your daughter?"

"Hahaha." Uncle Ou smiled mischievously: "I'm a golden bachelor, how can I have a daughter? It's yours, ask her if she minds if I become her father."

"Really, I'm making this kind of joke again. Do you want chopped green onion?" The woman slightly annoyed, and put the ashtray on Uncle Ou's left hand.

"Well, put some more. Ah, by the way, these things were given to me by others. They are all women's things. I don't need them. You and Ding Ding can take them." He said and put the things he took on the counter superior.

"Thank you very much." The proprietress happily accepted the gift.

The noodles were very clear and watery, and the portion was not much, but Ye Yin still ate happily, because the proprietress was really pretty and had a good temper, and she brought them a small bowl of vegetable soup after eating.

"Uncle Ou, you're really hungry." Ye Yin raised the bowl and finished the vegetable soup in one gulp, whispering.

"Go, kids, talk nonsense."

Ye Yin shrugged.

"By the way, do you know anyone from Qingyunmen?" Uncle Ou knocked off the cigarette ash and asked abruptly.

"I don't know her, I don't have such a big face."

"I see." Uncle Ou: "There is one thing I want to ask you."

"what?"

"Go to Yangu Mountain tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to see if the trees on the top of the mountain have new leaves."

Yangu Mountain is not far from the base, it belongs to the safe zone that has been cleared, and there are simple guard posts, but still no one dares to go, after all, there is still a distance from the outer zone, and the corpses may not be able to escape when they come.Of course, there are exceptions to everything. Some desperate people would greet the guarding soldiers and leave the base together to pick thorns at the foot of the mountain.That thing is the withered and fallen branches of the thorn oil tree. Although it is small in size, it is rich in oil and is very non-burnable. It is an ideal fuel. Many people in the base paid for it.

Although she didn't understand what Uncle Ou wanted to do, Ye Yin agreed.

"Thank you for your hard work. When you come back, I will take you to the headquarters to play by helicopter." Uncle Ou took out his wallet: "Remember not to tell others about this."

Ye Yin's eyes lit up immediately: "No problem, I won't talk nonsense."

At the checkout, Uncle Ou put down a thousand base coins, and went out before the proprietress could react: "Don't look for it, and deduct it next time."

"But I haven't used up the rest..." The proprietress' voice was far behind.

"Have you been raising their mother and daughter?" Ye Yin asked on the way back to Area B.

"Don't tell anyone about this."

"……All right."

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Yin changed into clothes that were more comfortable for her to move around, left Gate 8 of the base, and staggered towards Yangu Mountain.She walked fast and reached the foot of the mountain in less than an hour.

It didn't snow today, it was a sunny day, so Ye Yin happened to meet a dozen people picking thorns there.It seems that everyone's harvest is not very good. The sacks on each person's body are only filled with a little foundation, and they are hanging on their backs.

"Boss, do you want to go in a little bit, there are too few here."

"No, you can only go here at most, and it will be difficult to get out if you go further inside. When the time comes, the corpses will come and see what you will do."

"It's to scare people, no one has actually seen corpses here, hasn't the surrounding area been cleaned up?"

"I want you to go, I won't go."

Ye Yin was walking up the mountain while listening to their chatting casually. One of them found her and stopped her loudly: "What are you doing? Come back!"

(End of this chapter)