Cultivation from the top

Chapter 242

Area C.

Although the city center of District C was attacked by hundreds of thousands of steel pipes nearly [-] to [-] centimeters in length, thousands of citizens were killed in that accident, and nearly [-] citizens were traumatized from minor to serious injuries. , and the infrastructure buildings in District C have also received varying degrees of damage, and even the ground cannot allow a car to travel normally for three kilometers.However, relying on the strong infrastructure construction of the Cheng Group, the devastated District C was quickly restored to its original appearance.Even new materials are used, resulting in newly built buildings that are much more beautiful than those that have not been damaged before.

Moreover, the working rhythm of Area C was much faster than that of other areas, and Area C soon returned to its normal rhythm.As for the previous events, it was like the "[-]th Anniversary of the Establishment of District C" that will be opened two months later. Except for a very small number of people who are still unable to get out of the shadow of the past, the rest of the people have already forgotten the previous events.What to eat and sleep should have no effect.

Unfortunately, the female reporter was one of those who couldn't move on from the previous incident.

Because, in the life of accompanying the female reporter for more than 20 years, my close relatives, second only to the existence of my parents, Ali, my own brother, died in my arms.Although he drove to the hospital in a vehicle, no doctor was found to rescue Ali.Ali's life was still lost, and when the female reporter woke up from the coma, all she saw was Ali's cold body, and in the end all she got back was a small urn placed on the window sill.Nothing else.

The wardrobe in the other room is still neatly filled with the clothes that the female reporter is familiar with. Even the pillows on the head of the bed were handpicked by the female reporter for Ali, not to mention the pairs of sneakers under the bed. Ali bought something after working for two or three months.These things are so familiar, but it's a pity that no one uses them anymore.

At the beginning, the female reporter still had the courage to take a look at Ali's room, and even cried on Ali's bed, expressing her emotions heartily.

However, as time passed, it seemed that even the courage to open the door was running out.

When going to get takeaway, go to the bathroom, or even brush your teeth and wash your face, the female reporter didn't dare to look at the door, but just passed by in a hurry.

It's as if there is some terrifying evil hidden in that door, as long as the door is opened, the whole world will be destroyed.

However, only the female reporter knew that there was nothing inside except the slightly musty air.

What she was afraid of was that once she accidentally opened that door, it would be a question of whether she would have the courage to go on for the rest of her life.

What she hoped was that when the door was pushed open, there was a familiar big boy lying inside, holding a mobile phone, wearing earphones, listening to his favorite music, and when the female reporter opened the door, he took off the earphones , asked the question curiously.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

It's a pity that I will never see that person again, nor will I have the opportunity to hear that person's voice again.

The only thing connected with Ali is the urn placed by the window of the female reporter's house.

Others, nothing left.

Although the female reporter didn't wash her face or brush her teeth from the beginning, she didn't even want to eat, and she was on vacation at work. She finally changed her mood and started working again, grooming, eating and drinking honestly, and slowly returning to normal. working status.However, the female reporter was still afraid to touch the doorknob of that door.

She was afraid that when the mask she pretended to be strong touched the softest part of her heart, all her hard work, all her care, all her hard heart would collapse in an instant, and even a certain amount of scum would collapse. There is no residue left.

Therefore, female reporters have been avoiding this matter.

This is like a sentence that a female reporter saw many years ago. Now the female reporter thinks it is very correct and makes sense.

"Evasion is shameful, but effective."

The female reporter is trying to avoid accepting the fact that Ali has left this world forever, but she can stand up again and start her life again.Although I feel sorry for Ali for wasting the emotions and memories of the past, it can give the female reporter the courage to continue living.

Maybe this is life.

The female reporters are all ready. After finishing their work, they will change houses and leave their memory of Ali here, never to come back.

The past is over. Although I can't accept it, I can face it calmly.

The female reporter thought so.

As for Ali's ashes, he had to wait until he was on vacation to bring them back to his hometown and bury them in the ancestral grave.

At that time, it will take a lot of talking with his parents about the cause of Ali's death.

"Ali, I'm at work."

Although she didn't have the courage to open the door of Ali's former room, the female reporter would still talk to the urn by the window every day at work, as if Ali had never left.

When the female reporter took the elevator downstairs, she felt something was wrong.

Usually, the street cannot be said to be full of people coming and going, at least the office workers have already appeared on the street. From time to time, a few people rush into the bus with something stuffed in their mouths.

However, there was no one on the street today, as if no one was going out.

The female reporter took out her mobile phone from her satchel and flipped through the calendar.

Today is a normal working day, it's not a weekend, and it's not a holiday. Why is there no one on the street?

With such doubts in mind, the female reporter opened the car door.

Not only was there no one on the road when we first left, the female reporter didn't see anyone after driving for almost half an hour, not even stray cats and dogs.

It's so weird.

Just as the female reporter kept looking around, a figure suddenly appeared and crashed into the female reporter's car.

Although the speed of the female reporter's car was much higher than normal, it was still a moving vehicle, and a person bumped into it like this, causing the person who appeared suddenly to fly out and hit the ground heavily .

While the female reporter was stepping on the brakes, she just looked at the big pool of blood outside the car window in shock.

The female reporter swallowed and opened the car door.

Almost step by step, he approached the person who was hit.

The female reporter was ready to see a bloody picture.

However, the figure that came into the sight of the female reporter surprised the female reporter.

He even forgot that the purpose of getting out of the car was to see if he hit or killed someone, instead of shouting out of control like now.

(End of this chapter)