Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 141 Dumb
Her father thought any return was meant to be.

People return to a certain place to change and correct things in that place.

Sometimes God grabs us by the scruff of the neck and throws us back somewhere we got away with, to enforce his sentence, or to give us a second chance.

So her father explained to her that this was why he couldn't return to his hometown station after being evicted.

He no longer has the energy to avenge, to fight, to prove.He didn't need anyone's confession to him long ago.

He said that he deserved every "get" in his past life, or all his life.

And just like that, they were doomed to permanent exile.

Sasha's dad didn't want to fight fate, but God should have never paid attention to this station.

Their escape plan used to be this:
Find a car on the ground that hasn't rotted away in years, fix it, fill it up, and get out of the land, out of their fate.

But this plan has long since turned into a fairy tale of the Thousand and One Nights.

For Sasha, she still has a way to survive, and that way lies in the huge subway network.

She often arranged to meet someone at the bridge, and exchanged repaired equipment, darkened decorations, and moldy books for a small amount of food and ammunition, and she was kindly advised where to escape.

As soon as the spotlights on the man's rail car shone on her strong, somewhat boyish body, they began to exchange glances, talk, greet her, and make her promises.

The girl is like a wild child, she is full of vigilance, hiding behind a long sword, watching them tensely.

The overly large men's work clothes blurred her bold lines, making people full of reverie.

Her face, covered in mud and motor oil, made her blue eyes clearer and brighter, so sparkling.

Several people looked away from themselves, unable to meet her gaze.

The long sword that was always held tightly in her right hand cut her hair until it just reached her slender and delicate ears, looking so innocent.

She bit her lip and never smiled.

Because I don't want to cause trouble to my father, because the current life is already very bad, and there are two patients in the family who need to recuperate.

It made Sasha's burden a little heavier.

These poor men had quick brains and immediately realized that a small piece of meat was not enough to feed a wolf, so they tried to buy her freedom, but she never responded to them.

They once thought that the girl was dumb.

Sasha knew very well that no matter how she tried to mediate with them, she would not be able to buy two seats on the rail car.

Even if her heart became dirtier than her appearance, she could not buy a way out for her father.

The indistinct faces hidden behind the black military gas masks, and the nasal accent, made it impossible for her to find any human characteristics in them.

She could not warm to them, not in the daytime, not in her dreams.

So she just put the phone, iron, and tea cup on the sleepers, walked away and stood 10 steps away, waiting for the people on the rail car to collect the goods and throw a roll of dried pork on the road. .

They scattered a handful of bullets on purpose just to see how she crawled around collecting them.

Then the railcar moved slowly towards the real human world, while Sasha turned around and walked home, where there were piles of broken instruments, screwdrivers, soldering irons, and an old bicycle that had been converted into a DC generator.

She rode on it, closed her eyes, and imagined that she was flying far, far away, almost forgetting the fact that she had never moved.

She is empowered by her own decision to deny others salvation.
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When Sasha went out, Su Mengfan was doing rehabilitation training in the room.

I want to get better as soon as possible and help Sasha, and I can't let a woman bear such a heavy responsibility.

Adama on the side had just finished eating and was leaning against the pillar with his eyes closed.

I don't know what dream I was having, my fists were clenched tightly, my brows were furrowed, and after a while, a tear slowly flowed from the corner of my eye.

Sasha ran to the window and opened the shutters to let in the fresh air and timid light.

Under the wooden window frame is an endless abyss, filled with the gentle morning mist.

As the first rays of the sun burst out, the fog gradually dispersed.

Looking from the window, you can see not only the canyon, but also the mountains covered with pine trees in the distance, the green grass stretching between the mountains, and the scattered houses like matchboxes, Bell towers like bullet casings.

Every morning was her own time. She could always predict when the sun would rise, wake up half an hour before it, and climb to the top of the mountain.

From their humble but warm and cozy hut, which was washed brightly, to the top of the mountain stretched a bright yellow gravel path.

There were always small stones rolling down the hill under her feet, and sometimes Sasha would fall several times in just 10 minutes, bleeding from her elbows and knees.

Sasha mused, wiping the sleeve of her dress against the window frame, which was covered with dew from the night's breath.

If she saw in her sleep some dark, ominous picture that wiped out her carefree real life, the first light, cool breeze on her skin would sweep it away. And do.

She was too lazy to think about the unpleasant images in her nightmare, and what was important to her now was to climb to the top of the mountain.

She wants to hurry up to climb to the top of the mountain, say hello to the morning sun, and then slide down the narrow path, go home to prepare breakfast, wake up her father, prepare his rucksack, and send him on the road.

The next day, her father went hunting and Sasha was left alone.

Before dinner, she chased away the slow-moving dragonflies and flying cockroaches under the yellow light, which was the same color as the oilcloth covering the walls of the carriage.

She tiptoed quietly through the minefield of creaking floorboards, opened the door slightly, and smiled faintly.

Father hadn't seen that smile on her face in years, and he didn't want to wake her up.

That leg was swollen, I couldn't feel it, and the blood couldn't stop no matter what.

I heard that injuries caused by stray dog ​​bites cannot be healed.

wake her up?

He hadn't been home for more than a day and night, and before heading to the garage, he decided to visit the slab termite nest two blocks from the station.

He climbed up to 16 stories, where he lost consciousness.

During that time, she didn't close her eyes for a second.

He thought, let her sleep well.

He lied and hid everything, as if nothing happened.

How he wanted to know what his daughter saw in the dream.

Why can't he forget everything that happened in reality even in his dream?
(End of this chapter)