Doomsday pen fairy

4.3

Feng Zixuan didn't feel any pain all day, his chest wasn't particularly stuffy, and he felt much refreshed. Feng Zixuan opened the window and took a deep breath of the cool air outside the window. For the first time, he felt that breathing freely was such a luxury. matter.

The weather is a bit gloomy, and it seems that it will rain again. The most feared weather in the resort is the rainy day. If there are fewer guests on a rainy day, the income will be even less.

But Feng Zixuan's body and bones were refreshed, so he didn't have so much to worry about, so he went downstairs to stroll in the yard.The firewood and corn that I had collected in the farmhouse before were piled up in the backyard of the house, and the granary was also shipped in as a whole.

Before deciding on the Nine Layers of Wonderland, most of the decoration of the farmhouse was completed, and it was because of the predicament and the capriciousness of the gods that they dared to abandon the soon-to-be-completed farmhouse.Of course, most of the preparation has not been wasted.

For example, in those farmlands, although guests are not allowed to go down to pick them, most of the vegetables eaten in Jiuzhongxian come from the vegetable fields prepared for the farmhouse.The milk and goat milk provided in it, all kinds of meat and eggs also come from the livestock raised by the family.

It can be said to be pure natural and pollution-free.Feng Zixuan held the Yuzhu Xiao in one hand, and clapped his hands like Yu He's. Many people persuaded them to sell all the grain. These are already old, and they will not be able to buy the price in the coming year.

And Feng Zixuan's proposal is that after this year's harvest, all the old land will be crushed to feed the livestock.As long as the future that Yu He said didn't come, the food would be stored until that day.

Little Luobotou didn't know when he was standing beside Feng Zixuan, looked up at the Yuzhuxiao in Feng Zixuan's hand, pursed his lips, and was very quiet.

Feng Zixuan lowered his head and was startled, Xiao Luootou's height of more than half a meter was not conspicuous.

"Didn't go out to play?" Little Luobotou often went out to play, but he didn't even know where she went. Anyway, he was a fairy, and humans could not guess where he went.

"Walk around casually." Little Luobo raised her head and asked with a tight bun face, "Are you feeling better?"

Feng Zixuan nodded, and touched his chest subconsciously: "It doesn't hurt anymore, and it's not so stuffy anymore. This disease is really strange. After talking about it, if it doesn't hurt, it feels like all the suffering in the past is nothing but pain." Illusion. Maybe it's really an illusion."

The pain was in the chest, the position of the heart, maybe it was because of thinking about Yu He, that's why it hurt so much.As soon as this idea came out, Feng Zixuan himself felt that it was impossible. He was really sick from thinking about it, and he became sick and beautiful.

Little Luobotou's gaze was a bit complicated: "Winter is coming soon, how can the mortal world survive the winter now?"

"How did the mortal world spend winter in the past?" Feng Zixuan asked back.

Little Luobotou thought for a while: "Look at the conditions. Good conditions can afford charcoal fires, and better ones have servants waiting to burn Tang Pozi to warm up at any time. But those with poor conditions can't even afford dry wood." People can only keep the whole family together to keep warm, and when it is cold, many people freeze to death. In short, winter is not a popular season."

Winter is beautiful, but it can bring death at any time when the conditions are insufficient.In the face of the threat of death, any kind of beauty is pale and powerless.

Feng Zixuan could hear the sigh in Xiaoluotou's tone, but such words were really not suitable for Xiaoluotou.

"There should be no people who freeze to death now. Even if there are, it is an accident. The boilers in the countryside are burned by themselves. Most of our villages are small buildings. There is a separate boiler room on the first floor. The whole house is warm through the heating. Some places are more difficult, there is no heating, or you are not used to heating, and there are stoves and fire walls. The earth kang is also very warm. Now there is basically no need to worry about fuel."

After listening to the little luotou, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky: "Then what is there to be proud of? In our fairy world, the seasons are like spring, there is no old age, sickness, and death is not a terrible thing. There are no such dirty things, As long as you don't try to die, you will always be able to live well."

Everyone in the world thinks that gods are good, and Feng Zixuan can understand this feeling.It seems that Little Luobotou doesn't like the mortal world, so asking him to accompany Feng Zixuan in the mortal world is actually not happy in his heart.

"You can go back when Yu He comes back." Feng Zixuan smiled, looking up as if through the clouds to reach the fairyland, "Now he said he will come back in one year. For you gods, the time should be very short."

Little Carrot didn't answer.

The cold wind blew past, Feng Zixuan tightened the autumn clothes he was wearing, and it got colder again, the temperature was close to zero.

I went back to the house and drank a bowl of ginger soup. The only one in the village who used to drink ginger soup was probably the only one in my family. I didn’t like it at home. It’s just that my parents had been working outside to make money when Feng Zixuan was born. I'm not particularly rich yet, so I traveled a lot.

This habit of drinking ginger soup was influenced by the landlord who rented a house when Feng Zixuan was just born.At the beginning, I only rented half a flat, and I would help take a look at Xiaofeng Zixuan. At dawn, the landlord would cook some ginger soup and bring them a portion for the whole family.

Later, after the conditions of the family turned around and became one of the best wealthy households in the village, this habit was still maintained.

Anyway, from the time when Feng Zixuan could remember things, the family conditions were very good, and he often made ginger soup, except for Xiao Feng Zixuan who was always stubborn, the family members drank very well.

I became lighter and ate a lot at once.In the evening, Feng's mother came to see Feng Zixuan, and saw that Feng Zixuan's complexion was rosy and he looked very good.The whole family was overjoyed, and they started discussing what to eat for Feng Zixuan tomorrow.

Recently, Feng Zixuan suffered from this unknown disease, and his body suffered a lot. Of course, he must make up for it.

Soon Feng Zixuan knew what it means to be sad when extreme joy arises.At first he thought he would recover, but that night Feng Zixuan was tortured by a burning sensation in his chest and woke up. He rolled over twice on the bed crying bitterly, and struggled to crawl to the side of the bed.

A mouthful of blood spewed out and his chest felt better, Feng Zixuan hurriedly turned on the light and saw the scarlet on the ground, and froze there.

Throwing up blood had only been seen on TV before, and he never thought that such a day would happen to him.And it was because of this unexplainable disease.

The burning sensation in the chest is still severe, but the bottom of my heart is cold.

Feng Zixuan has not yet arrived, the transitional period of official youth and youth, no matter how much he pretends to be an adult, he is still a child in his heart.

He was dazed in his heart, and stayed there for more than ten minutes before he had a thought that broke him down: "Am I going to die?"

"Am I going to die?"

Feng Zixuan reached out to wipe the water seeping from the corners of his eyes, wiped his mouth with two paper towels placed on the bedside table, got out of bed and squatted on the ground to wipe off the blood on the ground, and finally stared at the blood in the wastebasket, tears stopped no matter what Can't help, clutching the Yuzhu Xiao left by Yu He tightly in his hand, the sadness in his heart can't be suppressed no matter what.

Yu He, are you back?I want to die.I don't want to die without seeing you.

Thinking of Yu He's face, Feng Zixuan couldn't help squatting on the ground and crying.He hadn't cried since he entered high school. In order to support that poor man's dignity, he thought he would never cry again in his life.

Without facing it, Feng Zixuan never knew that he was so afraid of death.After staying with Yu He for a long time, Feng Zixuan also gradually looked down on life and death, but when facing him, Feng Zixuan didn't even have the courage to take a step back.

After crying for a while, Feng Zixuan choked up and began to think about how to deal with these blood-stained tissues.My own illness can't be found out at all, maybe it's a terminal illness unknown to medicine, since it can't be cured, it's better to spend the rest of my life with my family, and I can't let the last days be cast by the shadow of being chased by death.

Waiting for the blood to dry, Feng Zixuan endured the burning sensation in his chest, took a sip of Yaochi water, found a plate and a lighter, burned all the blood-stained paper towels, poured the ashes out of the window, washed the plate and sealed it. Zixuan lay on the bed and thought a lot.

Life will be difficult in the future. If he dies, I don't know if Yu He will help his family.Probably not, after all Yu He has said more than once that he only cares about Feng Zixuan.

So in the days to come, you must make all the preparations for your family, and you can’t put things in the Qiankun bag too tightly in the future, because only Feng Zixuan can use it, and the Qiankun bag other than Feng Zixuan is just an ordinary necklace hanging around the neck decorations.

Although the previous preparations also stored supplies in other places, they were basically used as a cover for the Qiankun bag, so it was not really foolproof.Now think about the four basements under the Jiuzhong Fairyland Villa. The things stored in them are still too simple and not comprehensive enough.

But it is obviously unrealistic to want to make drastic renovations now.

The best place is to do tricks in the mountains. The mountains are huge, and even if someone finds out about the construction, it will not arouse suspicion if it is said that they are developing a new site in Nine Layers of Wonderland.Most of the funds in hand are reserved for the expansion of Jiuzhong Fairyland, and they originally planned to build two more villas in the coming year.

But now Feng Zixuan is no longer greedy to make more money. He is afraid that he will not have time to make enough preparations when the world is bad after his death, so he simply tries to convince his parents to use the money to build a small underground warehouse in the mountains, or even an underground Home.

Feng Zixuan has read a lot of end-time novels, and with his open mind, he really has a lot of ideas.There is no shortage of funds, only time.

In this way, Feng Zixuan fell asleep until the sky turned white.

When Feng's mother came over in the morning, Feng Zixuan was still sound asleep. Looking at Feng Zixuan's peaceful sleeping face, Feng's mother didn't think much about it, but thought it might be because he was better. While going downstairs to work, he was thinking about how to make up for Feng Zixuan.

Feng Zixuan slept until the afternoon, and was woken up by the pain again. He continued to drink the Yaochi water to suppress the pain, found a notebook and wrote and drew pictures in it, all of which were plans for the future.