Nanjia left in the winter month of the twentieth year after Yinzhen left.
It was a sunny day. She was lying under the plane tree in the yard and raised her hand to catch a withered yellow leaf that had fallen from the tree. She stared blankly at the leaves in her hands, her eyes finally blurred with tears.
Hong Yao, who had just come to pay her respects after leaving court, saw her sad look and felt unspeakably sad, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
After Huang Ama's death, E Niang's eyes no longer had the same bright light as before. In these years, although E Niang had never mentioned Huang Ama once, he knew that it was because Huang Ama's death was an untouchable wound in E Niang's heart. Even after so many years, the wound was still bloody and difficult to heal.
"Mom, it's cold in the courtyard. My son can help you go to the house to rest!"
Since this winter, Nan Jia's body has become weak and she can't stand the heat or the cold. The doctor from the Imperial Hospital checked her pulse and said it was due to depression and excessive sadness.
Nanjia heard Hong Yao's voice and did not look back. He just asked him: "In a few days it will be your Ama's birthday, right?"
Hong Yao nodded, "Yes, in three days it will be Huang Ama's birthday." Birthday."
Nan Jia nodded when he heard this, "I went to see him that day. We haven't seen each other for so many years, and I don't know if he still recognizes me." After
hearing this, Hong Yao felt a little ominous in his heart and hurriedly said something What, Nan Jia said again: "Will Lingyou and Luo'er enter the palace these days?" Luo'er is Lingyou's youngest daughter.
Hong Yao said: "I forgot, my sister went to Mongolia with the consort for the cashmere issue a few days ago. I'm afraid it will take ten days to get back."
Nanjia also remembered this reminder. She was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Send a message asking Lingyou to come back. Your Ama loves her daughter the most. How could she not be here on your Ama's birthday?" "Yes, my
son didn't consider this matter well. My son It's up to people to take care of it."
In this way, Nan Jia closed his eyes and said nothing.
December 13th is the birthday of the late Emperor Yongzheng. On this day, Nan Jia went to Yinzhen's mausoleum as promised. Hong Yao and Ling You were waiting outside, and she was the only one who went in.
About two hours later, she staggered out.
Seeing that she was in poor spirits, Hong Yao quickly took her back to the palace. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the imperial doctor was summoned from Cining Palace.
Although Hong Yao ordered everyone at the Tai Hospital to do their best to treat the Empress Dowager, at the end of the day, Nan Jia still closed her eyes peacefully...
Three hundred years later.
Nanjia woke up to the sound of tinkling. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that she was lying on a single bed. The sheets under her were a little shabby but extremely clean. The body is covered with a green and white thin quilt.
She couldn't figure out the situation for a while, and her mind was hazy again. When she wanted to stand up with her arms, she felt pain on the back of her hands. She looked down and saw that she was receiving an infusion.
After barely holding on the strength to sit up, she could see clearly around the room. This is a room only three square meters in size, and the white walls are already yellowing and peeling off. Opposite her bed was a small window, and in front of the window was an old wooden table with a thermos bottle and two or three plastic cups on it.
If you look carefully, you can vaguely see the vague words "Grade 3, Class 4" printed on the legs of the table.
In the entire room, apart from this wooden table, there are two bunk beds. The bed under Nanjia was the lower bunk of a bunk bed.
After looking around the room and seeing that the liquid in the infusion bottle nearby was almost gone, she pulled out the syringe herself and got out of bed.
After getting out of bed, he didn't go out immediately, but came to the window. Looking out through the glass of the window, she found that her room was a one-story bungalow. Except for her own room, there seemed to be buildings like this all around her.
The weather outside the room was yellow and gloomy, as if there had just been a sandstorm. The fine dust suspended in the air blocked her sight, preventing her from seeing further.
Nan Jia didn't see anyone, and when he was desperately searching around, the door to the room suddenly opened with a "squeak".
She heard the noise and suddenly looked towards the door, seeing a middle-aged woman in shabby clothes and a vicissitudes of life coming in from the door. The originally numb eyes became a little startled the moment they touched her, and then a huge surprise popped up.
Nanjia shouted "Nannan" excitedly when she heard her voice, and then her hand was grabbed. Feeling the rough touch on the back of her hand, she shouted in a daze: "Mom!" When the
woman heard this Shouting, the tears in her eyes could no longer stop flowing down. She held her daughter's hand and couldn't stop crying and laughing. She kept chanting "Just wake up, just wake up..."
Nanjia looked at the tears falling one after another on the back of his hand, and the memory in his mind finally became clear.
After the person in front of her slowly calmed down, she asked: "Mom, where is my dad? I remember we were trapped in Base No. 1..."
Nanjia's mother looked at her daughter lovingly and said, "Your dad went out to work. I'll go and come back at night. I'm afraid he won't be happy when he comes back and sees you awake."
"Work, what kind of work?" Nan Jia looked confused.
Nanjia's mother knew that her daughter had been in coma for too long and had no idea what had happened in the past few years. She simply pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed and explained: "It is already the sixth year of the new calendar, and it has been six years since you were in coma. ."
"Coma?" Nanjia asked doubtfully, "I was hired by the National Administration to find a way to survive. How could I be in a coma?"
When her daughter mentioned this, Nanjia's mother felt regretful in her heart. She said, "It's all my mother and I." Dad, the situation was so urgent that I didn’t think much about it, so I asked you to join the National Administration. But I didn’t want you to use the machines that were in the experimental stage. At that time, a group of you entered the laboratory. , it was announced that the experiment had failed within an hour. As for those of you who were subjected to the experiment, you were lucky enough to be carried out unconscious on the spot. Some of you who were unlucky heard that you were beaten to a bloody pulp as soon as you entered that machine. , the one who was lucky enough to be pulled out on the spot was also missing arms and legs..."
Nanjia felt a chill in her heart after hearing this. She asked: "What happened to those people who were in a coma?" Nanjia's mother shook her
head sadly and said, "Basically they are all gone. Alas, those are all young boys and girls!"
Hearing this, her pupils tightened and she said in disbelief: "How come they are all gone?" According to her guess, those who were unconscious at the time should be people who had successfully traveled through time and space like herself.
Seeing the panic on her daughter's face, Nanjia's mother hurriedly patted the back of her hand comfortingly, and then explained: "The people who were carried out at the time were indeed just unconscious. Unfortunately, no matter how the hospital checked, they were considered to be in a coma." The brain nerves have been severely weakened and entered a state of suspended animation. The situation in the base was too urgent at that time, and most people chose to leave the base. Your father and I wanted to take care of you, so we chose to stay. Because of this, those who were in a coma like you Most of the individuals were abandoned after the base fell apart."
"Abandoned?" Nanjia said in a dry voice, "Isn't there an agency to take care of them?"
Nanjia's mother said: "There is a special agency to deal with these people. People were intensively cared for, but the living conditions at the base were too poor at the time. The families of many people took a fancy to the special treatment given to these people by the country and proposed to take them home." Nanjia also understood
and asked again: " Where are the remaining people?”
Hearing this, Nanjia's mother looked sighing and said: "Most of the remaining ones are extremely cherished by the family. Although they are in a coma, the family is guarding them carefully, hoping that one day a miracle will happen. It's a pity, there are Those who were in a coma and whose families couldn't afford medical expenses could only watch them lose their breath. There were also those who had no external influence but suddenly lost their vitality... In short, they have disappeared one after another over the years." "
Then I Well, how did I survive?" Nan Jia couldn't imagine how his elderly parents took care of him for six years until he woke up.
Looking at her daughter's thin cheeks, Nanjia's mother said: "Your father and I only have you as our daughter, and we will never give up on you no matter what. Six years ago, our family took a risk and stayed in the base. After two years of persistence, Seeing that the base could no longer be saved, luckily God showed mercy and suddenly there was a thunderstorm. This rain actually had a corrosive effect on the zombies that people infected with the virus turned into. Therefore, the people at the institute developed a device that can resist the virus. Vaccine injections. Although the virus has been mutating over the years, our vaccines have also been constantly upgraded, so the global situation is also within control." Nanjia looked at the gray sky outside the window and couldn't help but ask:
"Here How did the environment become like this?"
Her mother said: "It is also because of the rain. The rain can not only cause harm to zombies, but also seriously harm the human living environment. But in the end, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. As long as the spread of the virus is controlled , and others can be rebuilt."
Yes, as long as people are around, everything can be done in time.
Nanjia and her mother chatted for a long time. Her mother looked at the time and said, "Nannan, you just woke up. Take a rest. Mom will get you some porridge. You just woke up, so I'm afraid you won't be able to eat anything else."
After finishing speaking, he walked out and said: "Our base here is too remote. There is not even a hospital. When your father comes back in the evening, we will discuss taking you to the big base for a check-up." ... Nanjia
woke
up . After arriving, I lived in this small base with my family. During the day, her parents went out to work, while she stayed at home to take care of herself. Occasionally I would go out of the house and go to the living area to have a look.
Although this base is small and broken, the people living here are full of vitality. In such an optimistic environment, Nanjia gradually lost the feeling of being at a loss at the beginning and began to actively integrate into the life here.
It's just that apart from living a serious life every day, there is always an emptiness in her heart.
After all, they are biological parents. As time goes by, Nanjia's parents can also see that their daughter is depressed underneath her forced smile.
Counting the time, my daughter is already a grown-up girl and it’s time to consider getting married.
That evening, Nanjia's parents got off work early, and the family had just finished dinner when they heard someone knocking on the door.
Nanjia stood up and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she saw two men and a woman standing outside. One of the men and the woman were about the same age, almost fifty years old, while the other was in her twenties.
When Nan Jia met the person, before she could say anything, her mother came over enthusiastically and said, "Oh, you are here, please come in." Then she introduced Nan Jia: "This is a colleague from your father's work, please come in quickly." Please call me Uncle Luo and Aunt Luo." Then she pointed to the young man next to her and said, "This is their son, Luo Bin, one year older than you."
Nanjia looked at her mother's enthusiastic attitude and pulled her hand as everyone sat down. I sat next to the young man named Luo Bin, and there was nothing I didn't understand. She felt helpless, but she couldn't be rude on her face, so she could only smile politely.
Luo Bin couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the decent behavior of the girl next to him. In fact, he was stunned when he saw Nan Jia just now. He never expected that such a beautiful woman with extraordinary charm could be raised in this difficult world. Looking at her smiles and smiles, he was attracted to her and couldn't look away.
Nanjia was embarrassed by his stare, but the parents of both families were happy to see it happen.
Just as she was talking to the young man beside her, there was a knock on the door again.
Nanjia couldn't wait to get up and open the door. As soon as the door opened, her eyes were fixed.
Nanjia's mother saw something strange about her daughter and couldn't help but get up to check. I saw four or five muscular men standing outside the door, with a young man in a black suit clustered among them. Behind them was a row of black cars parked.
"This is..." Nanjia's mother stopped her daughter behind her and asked hesitantly: "Who are you looking for?" As
soon as she finished speaking, the man in the middle who was obviously very imposing took a few steps forward and fixed his gaze. fell behind her.
"Ayin...?" His tone gradually turned from uncertain at first to firm.
She hurriedly turned back to look at her daughter, only to see her daughter's bright eyes filled with water.
At this moment, Nanjia could no longer hear other people's voices or notice other people's eyes. She could only focus on the man in front of her who was calling the name in her memory.
This man had a high nose, thin lips, and a stern appearance, completely unlike the appearance of the man he remembered in his dreams every night. But what he called was the name he was most familiar with and deeply rooted in his bones.
"Ayin, I finally found you." The man in front of me had a look of sadness and joy in his cold star-like eyes. He said a little eagerly: "Ayin, even if time and space change, as long as you are still you, I It's still me."
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously held his breath and looked at the woman in front of him, waiting for her reply.
At this time, Nanjia couldn't help but threw herself into the arms of the man in front of her and cried softly. There was uncontrollable sorrow and sorrow in her cry.
The man subconsciously caught her, patted her back gently as before and coaxed: "Don't cry, Ayin, don't cry, I don't want you to cry..." The
woman in his arms was not as good as before this time. She smiled the same way, but hugged his body tightly like an insecure child.
"You left me alone. I feel uncomfortable alone...Don't leave me alone..." The voice was full of attachment and grievance.
"Okay, okay, I promise there won't be another time..."
The breeze in the evening was biting, but my heart felt as warm as spring.