Chapter 1198: 1200： Never see again

Downstairs, at this time, a lot of people have gathered, and some people are still riding a child around their necks, standing under the stage yet to be completed, happily watching Jing Xuan lively in the dance fan. .

Although this enchanting woman is still wearing a down jacket and no costumes on her body, everyone is especially interested in seeing it. There is no such place in any base in the north on such days.

People look extravagant when they live in a hurry. Is anyone still showing them a fan? The dance sword is almost the same.

"Mom, why are they burning paper on the ground?"

The doll seems to have seen such a picture in his mind, pointing at some people on the roadside, taking out a basin, throwing paper into the basin, and asking Enron,

"Are they worshipping God?"

他们 "They should be worshipping their loved ones."

An Ran looked in the direction of the doll's finger. Sure enough, there were some people kneeling on the side of the road, holding a brazier in front, throwing some clothes and paper in it, and wiping the tears on his face.

"Mom, why do the dead relatives burn things?" The doll didn't understand, "Worship means to worship the dead relatives, like God?"

"It's different in nature." Enron hugged the baby standing next to her, feeling a little bit emotionally: "This is for the loved ones and the people who are valued in the heart. A way of missing is different from worshipping God. They just It takes a day to miss someone rightly. "

He then took on his weapon, put on his armor, and continued to fight for survival in the last days.

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I looked at the people who burned the paper downstairs. Enron was slightly moved. Tomorrow is the survival day. Today I sent away those who passed away and said goodbye, tomorrow is the holiday.

She doesn't know when this Survival Day was mentioned, it seems that at the Yaoyang base, fat people will have this festival, and after a few years, it will really become a festival It's quite grand.

Then in the morning of the next day, early in the morning, there were more people burning paper on the side of the road, and the sound of crying gradually reminded me of someone crying lowly, someone crying, some people said while burning the paper, there was no expression in their eyes, With deep pain.

On this day three years ago, the end of the world came. On this day three years ago, humanity began to unfortunately about race. Every separation started from today three years ago. What they left was important to them. People, who operate for them, are also the most important person around them.

At that time, there was no good distinction. Now when life is settled, I can only say goodbye to that important person in this way.

I'll never see you again, I will continue to work hard for the rest of my life, please, please be at ease.

On the cracked road, there is a mess of green grass. Some people got up in the crying crowd, raised their hands, sprinkled a handful of paper money, the paper money drifted in the cold air, some people cried their wives, some people called their mothers, Then the cry grew louder and louder, so that the dolls that no one could miss on the tall buildings couldn't help crying.

Anran looked at the doll in surprise, sat up from the bed, and asked:

"Baby, you haven't died, what are you crying for?"

"I don't know!" The baby was wearing a nightie, sitting in a quilt, and weeping with her eyes closed. "It's so sad, mom, so many emotions, so sad."

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