Chapter 146

No matter what you do now, some things can never be retrieved, and it is impossible to turn back. Depression needs to be vented. When she was very young, her mother told herself to study hard. When she grew up, she would be satisfied to be a capable person and live her life safely.

Lu Ziming always followed his mother's words and silently told himself that when he grew up, he must let his parents live a good life and never suffer again.

But all this disappeared. I cried secretly and swore in front of my parents' grave that I would not disappoint them.

Standing in front of their parents' graves outside the village, everything has changed. It is impossible to realize the original promise. If they are still alive, will their parents sigh?

He can't hear his parents whispering in his ears. In his mind, his parents are still so kind. Everything has changed. Will his parents blame him for not studying well? I can't change anything, only bear it silently.

"Dong, Dong, Dong", kneeling in front of the grave, the mountain wind blew through the weeds at the head of the grave, looking at the towering mountains, tears swirled in his eyes again, but he didn't dare to cry for fear that his parents would see his weakness.

"Dad, mom, are you all right? My son came back to see you,... The world has changed. Have you seen it?...... What should I do? I'm so tired!..."

I don't know how long later, I remembered Wang Zhao's voice: "Lu Ziming, it's getting late.".

"Don't worry about me...!" the words came to his mouth and swallowed them back.

"Xiao Zhi, live well, you are the hope of home *", Lu Ziming's mother's nagging voice in his ear. There is hope only when you live. What's the meaning of living without hope? Live! Every minute and every second is fighting against fate. Although it's just a simple life, it can make you feel your mother's expectations.

Wiped away his tears, he was as calm as before. Lu Ziming had long forgotten what joy was and what pain was. Even when he was holding the notice of key high school, he stood in front of his parents' grave and knew that his parents could no longer laugh with him and share joy with him. Since then, he has changed.

"Come on! Let's go into the village."

As soon as he reached the gate of the stockade, a zombie rushed out of the nearby wooden house and appeared in front of Lu Ziming with the smell of death.

Familiar figures and fuzzy faces, in a moment, he saw a deja vu scene. After being stunned, Lu Ziming instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed the Zombie's neck. As long as he worked hard, all this could end.

But I can't make it up at all. This is a place I'm familiar with. The zombie in front of me once held me, played with me, went hunting together, and distributed the best food to myself, but now I don't know it.

Is that what you want to see? Lu Ziming stared blankly at the zombie in front of him. The zombie waved his arms and shook his smelly arms in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

Lu Ziming felt a burst of weakness. His arms were trembling and shaky. His voice was like a zombie. "Why? Is all this true?"

Time is running away minute by minute. The strength of the arm seems to be drained at once. It is stiff and unconscious. Time seems to be frozen. I want to hear the once familiar call.

The wind blows across Lu Ziming's cheek. If you carefully observe his eyes at this time, you will find a different reflection. It is a happy memory. There is no sadness and pain. In the pursuit of laughter, a naive child fights with others with a wooden sword in his hand. There are some loving eyes and gentle family affection.

"Why? Why must I let myself see all this?" is it wrong to come back? Unbearable pain stabbed into my heart like a sharp blade and disturbed my thoughts.

A "bang" shot pulled Lu Ziming back to reality.

"Uncle...! why?" Lu Ziming hung his arms powerlessly. The relatives in front of him were so close, but he felt the double heaven of life and death. "I will avenge you and find out the murderer behind the virus!".

As if I heard someone crying out their baby name again, "Xiao *, have you come back?"

Lu Ziming couldn't help but step back. "I'm in a trance?" he always thought he had become strong, but his heart was still as fragile as usual, like a seemingly hard glass, which cracked with a gentle tap.

"You go in and I'll be quiet outside!" I can't face the tragedy of the mountain village or kill the people who have become zombies. I have to choose to escape.

Wang Zhao seemed to understand his mood. He rolled his mouth to Qin Feng and Hu Wei nearby. They flashed into the mountain village.

There are no survivors in the mountain village. Even so, I don't want to accept the reality I saw with my own eyes. It's like people who are afraid of the cold wrap themselves in thick clothes layer by layer.

His trembling hands took out the cigarette box from his arms, but the lighter in his hand could not ignite the cigarette on his mouth. One, two, three times, he simply threw the cigarette and lighter into the gully and took a deep breath of the cold mountain wind. Every cell on his body was trembling, jumping like muscle conditioned reflex, and the blood of his whole body poured into his brain, My mind was in a daze.

I don't know how long later, Hu Wei and Qin Feng came out of the mountain gate, "company commander Lu, the inside has been cleaned up, and an old man was found in the ancestral hall. Go and have a look.".

Sitting on the stone, Lu Ziming seemed to be stabbed by something. He went crazy and didn't run back to the mountain village. While running, he shouted, "second master, is that you?"

The ancestral hall is located on a small hillside. It is not as grand and solemn as the common ancestral hall. Instead, it is broken and long-standing. The faded two wooden doors can't make a "squeak, squeak" sound. On the head of the door, a plaque in primary color reads "Lu's ancestral hall". The whole courtyard is made of irregular rocks, covered with all kinds of green plants, In the middle, an unknown ancient cypress shrouded the whole ancestral hall.

Lu Ziming opened the wooden door. Facing him was a stone screen wall, on which the word "filial piety" was written in seal script. Around it were carved many flowers, birds, fish and insects, which were difficult to distinguish.

"Is it Xiao *?" there was a faint sigh in the air.

* it's me, Xiao Zhi, "Lu Ziming's eyes moistened. The familiar voice seemed to return to the happy time of the child.

Lu's ancestral hall is a typical single entry ancestral hall. It is very simple. In the middle of the main hall, there are ancestral tablets of unknown generations. People in the mountain village don't remember when the ancestral hall was built. The second prince only remembered that it had existed when he was a child.