Chapter 701: active volcano

Yan Huan walked out of the tent and walked past them in a year, four seasons and four seasons.

It was finally spring. She stretched out her hands and touched it slightly, almost painful.

I had frostbite.

But that's fine, you don't have to put on your fingers anymore, and it saves a lot of time.

She went into the tent again. She lived here for a year. In fact, the time really passed quickly. It was so long. She is twenty-six and next year is twenty-seven. , It's time for her last life to die.

I just don’t know how long she can live in this life. She doesn’t ask for a long life. She just hopes to give Lu Yi’s parents an end of life until they die. At that time, their family will be reunited. .

"Miss Yan, the soup is ready."

The nanny put the soup on the table,

Yan Huan walked over, she picked up the bowl, put it to her mouth, and drank the soup, but the hands always felt a little sad now.

The original beautiful fingers are now frozen and red and swollen. If you get a bad one, it will really freeze for a year, and it will be frozen every year.

For a woman, why do you want to fight like this, yes, why do you want to fight like this, this is what Yan Huan wants to ask herself, why do you want to fight like this, but don't let her fight, let her do what, remember the past, Still looking to the future.

Her past is unbearable, and her future has no light, so just let her live like this, self-exile or self-atonement. For Yan Huan, a year has passed.

From the beginning to the present, the last few scenes have arrived. It is also the most difficult to film the whole film. It is about the escape of four people after the volcano eruption.

It is necessary to simulate a real volcanic eruption. Of course, these are not at present. It is all based on the actor's self-imagination and cooperation. Finally, these shots can be completed.

Yan Huan put down the bowl, and a bowl of soup also went to the stomach. The stomach was a little warm, as if the weather is now. It just fell on the body. It was very warm. I wanted to have a rocking chair, a cup of tea, a book, and then It is an Enron afternoon, there will be birds, wind, and falling leaves.

At this time, it is indeed not a quiet day, and they will continue to film.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Shi Jia lifted the curtain made of animal skin, he stood outside and blocked his hand in front of his eyes, just because the light in front of him was a little too dazzling

spring is coming.

She lifted her face hard, and the frostbite on her face was very serious, except for the swelling. Another thing is that a long blood gap has been split on it.

However, she did not care at all, even when he raised his face, facing the sun at this time, the lips slightly raised upwards, it seemed that the rest of the life after the disaster, only to say the last sentence.

We are still alive.

At night, Zhang Peng brought bad news. In the tribe they used to live in, it was true that more than half of the people died were caused by food shortages, that is, starved to death.

Shi Jia didn't feel any pity. They had warned in advance, but others didn't listen, and they couldn't help. They still lived in caves and lived calm days of hunting here.

The earth is warming up, and all kinds of animals have woken up from hibernation one after another, so now they hardly need to hunt. Even day to night, the stupid animals that fall into the trap can be used as their food.

And Yao Xiaoyu and Zhang Peng opened some grounds nearby to prepare to plant the narcotic herb. In addition, Yao Xiaoyu also wanted to grow mushrooms. Anyway, it’s nothing to do. It’s better to study it, although he said he didn’t do it. However, she failed several times and was always able to grow it. At least not to mention other things. She still has some theoretical knowledge.

However, their life seems to have come to an end. The people of the tribe came over, begging Zhang Peng to go back and help them rebuild their homes. Now most of the people in the tribe are dead, and now they are all old and weak. The disabled, adult men are all in the coldest time, go out to find food, and then they never come back.

Of the more than thirty people who came to the tribe at that time, except for the five who stayed, the others all left, taking away the few remaining food in the tribe, as well as the women.

Zhang Peng didn't want to talk, but now he thought of him. At that time, all he said was fart. He had a good time here, and he didn't care about these people.

It's just that these people come all day and night, and there are children who haven't grown up. In the end, Zhang Peng still couldn't bear it. After all, he stayed here for five years. These children were born and looked at him. Big, if he doesn’t care, it’s an unknown whether these children will survive to grow up.

He went back on his own, but Yao Xiaoyu didn't. She wouldn't go back to any tribe. She felt good here, and her big plans for growing mushrooms and herbs were all here. What did she go back to?

Shi Jia didn't care. She didn't want to go either. It wasn't because of anything, but she was a little lazy and didn't want to move. As for Taishan, Shi Jia never ran before and after, so Shi Jia didn't go, and of course he didn't go either.

Shi Jia sits on the ground and is doing bows and arrows. She wants to make some decent weapons out, so that when necessary, hunting can be easier, and now she is completely thorough except for her previous thoughts. Reduced to savages, wearing animal skins and eating animal meat, almost all lived the days of Ru Mao drinking blood.

Her skin started to become darker and rougher, but her body became stronger and stronger. Now she is more keen on hunting. There are almost no prey that she wants to hit.

Perhaps it would be better to live like this. She put down the things in her hands and looked at Yao Xiaoyu who was studying how to grow mushrooms.

Indeed, Yao Xiaoyu adapts faster than her. Here you can entertain yourself and laugh all day like a fool. In fact, this is fine, so stupid things don’t want to live. .

How to live is not to live, how to live is not to live.

She picked up the arrows on the ground again and began to sharpen them one by one.

It’s just, suddenly, she didn’t know why. Looking at a living volcano not far away, there will be ground movement most often. She is not afraid of anything else, just that this volcano will erupt. Where can I escape?

And she also asked Zhang Peng.