Chapter 687 Return to the Theater
"Miss, are you still wearing it?" In the back seat of the car, Uncle Quan sighed when he saw the gold bracelet on the girl's wrist.
"……Um."
Huang Xuyue lowered her head and gently rubbed the surface of the bracelet with her fingertips.
Huang Xueyue sold the Huang Family Group and all his jewelry, but only kept this bracelet... This is not because the bracelet is valuable, but because it has a certain meaning for Huang Xuyue. special meaning.
"Miss...that adult will not come back."
"I know."
"Actually, if you don't choose to come back, you might be able to leave with him."
"But there are always some things that are more important... aren't they?" Huang Xueyue pursed her lips slightly. The confrontation with the three major consortiums just now had made her extremely tired. She leaned on the back seat of the car and said softly,
"I do like him. He is good-looking and can sing well. Although he looks cold, he has a good heart... What girl wouldn't be tempted by such a man? If... if I were asked to choose the person I like to get married to. If I want to spend the rest of my life together, I will definitely choose him.
But Uncle Quan, you know me. I am not the kind of person who can abandon everything in pursuit of love and then shed tears all day long... He is the special envoy. He has his own things to do, and I don't want to abandon him either. Myself, become anyone’s vassal...
Maybe, this is just fate. "
Huang Xuyue shrank to the corner of her seat. The girl's hair fell gently. She looked at her reflection in the window and murmured to herself:
"Sometimes, I fantasize...it would be great if he was really just an ordinary actor in Jinghong Tower."
Uncle Quan looked at Huang Suyue who was in a daze. He had watched Huang Suyue grow up. No one wanted Huang Suyue to be happy more than him. But seeing her current appearance, he just felt heartache...
He opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, nothing came out.
No matter what Huang Xuyue chooses, what has happened cannot be changed. They are walking on this most dangerous and unknown road and there is no turning back.
Uncle Quan took a deep breath and asked seriously: "Miss, what should we do next?"
Huang Xuyue sat up and patted her cheeks with both hands to regain her sense and clarity as soon as possible. After looking at the places marked by the police on the map, she pointed at a few of them and said:
"Judging from the current situation, the city gate side shouldn't be able to hold on for long. The silver monster they call will soon wreak havoc in the city... and the police department is short of manpower, and it is impossible to protect every shelter.
Therefore, we need to lay some traps to reduce the number of those silver monsters as much as possible. "
"You mean...those explosives?"
"That's right." Huang Xuyue nodded, "Several large-scale underground shelters have been marked on the map. We will place explosives in the vacant houses near these shelters so that we can use traps to kill the silver monsters. secondly, if the shelter is under siege, we can also detonate explosives to distract the enemy. "
Uncle Quan suddenly realized.
He looked at the marks on the map and spoke in a deep voice:
"But Miss, there are too many shelters in the main city. Our explosives and manpower are limited... we can't cover them all, right?"
"That's for sure. We can only choose the two largest shelters." Huang Xuyue had already chosen the target and drew several circles around the two most conspicuous red marks. "Uncle Quan, we It’s time to lead the teams separately...you go to the south of the city, and I’ll go to the east of the city.”
Uncle Quan asked worriedly: "Are we really going to separate, miss? Is it not safe?"
"Nowhere in the main city is safe now."
"…Okay, what about bread?"
"When we are setting up the explosives later, we will bring the bread to the shelter and share it with everyone... These refugees have come all the way here, so I am afraid they will be starving."
"I understand." Uncle Quan nodded slightly and said solemnly,
"Miss, you must take care of yourself!"
"Don't worry, Uncle Quan, I will do it."
As Uncle Quan got out of the car and changed to another car, the original convoy began to divide into two rows and roared towards different directions!
Jinghong Tower.
In the drizzle of rain, Kong Baosheng, who was soaked all over, pushed open the theater door with all his strength.
squeak——
As the door slowly opened, a familiar smell penetrated Kong Baosheng's nose... It was the decaying smell of old wooden boards, the aftertaste of kitchen soot, and the smell of every table and chair he had wiped with his own hands. These flavors intertwined into the atmosphere of "home", which made Kong Baosheng's tired body immediately relax.
"Grandma...I'm back."
Kong Baosheng murmured and walked into the theater.
Everything here still remains as it was when we left, even the dozens of lanterns that were hung when the power went out are still there, but the flames inside have been extinguished, making the theater extremely dark.
Kong Baosheng went to the cupboard with ease, took out a candle, lit it, and walked straight to the backyard.
In the courtyard, the original colorful sea of flowers has disappeared, leaving only the broken and rotten roots on the ground, gently swirling with the cold wind in the corner. In the center, an earthen tomb stands alone, and in front of it is a An old black and white photo.
Seeing this desolate scene, Kong Baosheng was extremely disappointed...
He took out a broom from the house and began to carefully clean up the rotten roots in the yard. There were bursts of light sounds coming from his stomach. Kong Baosheng, who had been running all the way, had not eaten until now and was already hungry, but now he seemed to be unable to feel it. The whole person seemed to melt in the cold wind.
The sky was dim, the drizzle was continuous, and the weak candlelight reflected the lonely back of the young man. The whole theater was quiet.
Not only Jinghong Tower, but the whole street was dead silent... Kong Baosheng came back early and didn't know that the city gate was on fire, nor did he know about the silver monster. At this moment, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.
Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh...
The broom swept across the ground, making bursts of light sounds. Suddenly, a roar came slowly from a distance.
Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at the gate of the theater in confusion:
"At this time... there are still cars?"
After hesitating for a moment, Kong Baosheng still walked to the door with a broom. He saw several black cars and several tall trucks passing the door one after another and slowly stopped not far away.
Many figures hurriedly got off the truck and began to move pieces of unknown things from the truck to the low house across the street. They looked around nervously from time to time, as if they were on guard against something.
"Why do these people's clothes look familiar?" Kong Baosheng was stunned.
The next moment,
a figure in a yellow dress got off the front car. She gently stroked the gold bracelet on her wrist, subconsciously turned her head, and looked in the direction of Jinghong Building... In the drizzle, she felt lost.