I've Come Back After Being Reborn

That night, Fang Yuan also had a dream.

His dream is different from Jiang Heng's, there is no ups and downs of the plot, no sound, no people, just a quiet and cold picture.

Fang Yuan in the dream gradually felt a sense of familiarity - he had had this dream many times before.

I'm dreaming.

Fang Yuan felt that this should be considered a lucid dream, but even if he realized this, he still couldn't control the dream.

I can only sit here, feel the cold, and wait for the time to pass.

It was the cave where he was trapped to death before he was reborn.

On the top of the cave, there is actually a small opening. People can't climb up or get out, but the air is circulating. Looking from this small opening, Fang Yuan can tell whether it is day or night.

Fang Yuan quietly looked at the place where the light came in. After watching for a while, he heard the sound of birdsong, and a sparrow flew over and stayed at the small hole.

Because it is against the light, only a black silhouette can be seen, but it is lively and very cute.

This was the first time he saw flying birds in this fixed dream.

If you've seen it then, that's fine.

……

Fang Yuan was woken up by birdsong on the window sill.

Although there are iron nets and power grids on the outer wall, he has not been powered on recently. Fortunately, the birds have not been killed.

He touched the head of the bed, unscrewed the lid of the cup, poured down a large glass of boiled water, and then slowly got up.

After washing up and going downstairs, Jiang Heng prepared breakfast. It was sunny outside the window. Mosquitoes began to appear in summer. Jiang Heng slapped two of them with an electric mosquito swatter. After a stroll, he washed his hands and sat down. Talking about the memory recovered last night, after talking, discuss with him whether to go to the tea stand today, or try to set up a stall to perform magic tricks.

Such a day seems very ordinary, the same as yesterday, almost the same as the day before yesterday.

Jiang Heng stopped talking and looked at Fang Yuan, who was still in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Now." Fang Yuan came back to his senses, looked at Jiang Heng across the table, "There was still the past."

Jiang Heng lowered his head to cut the sausage, the sausage was cut in half, curled like an octopus, "Oh?"

"I used to think that I hated the stereotyped daily life." Fang Yuan picked up a spoon and poured sauce on the egg-shaped boiled eggs, "Every day, every day is the same, eat the same, sleep the same, do the same things, See the head at a glance."

Jiang Heng blinked, "Just like now?"

Fang Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It's fine now."

It's the same day-to-day life, getting up early, eating, chatting, killing time, and sleeping, which is obviously what he used to hate the most.

Day after day, going to work, working, waiting for a paycheck, day after day fleeing, looking for food and water, waiting for death, and waiting for hope.

But now he doesn't even feel bored.

It's an amazing thing.

Maybe it was because of Jiang Heng.

Because Jiang Heng would suddenly talk about an unknown gift, and Fang Yuan knew that it was secretly given by him, so he could choose to tell the truth, or he could choose to keep it a secret.

Because, Jiang Heng would whisper in his ear day after day, the living space of human beings is so small after the end of the world, and there are so few people, why haven't I met you yet?

Because, Jiang Heng's temperament subtly changed as he woke up again and again, becoming more stable, but not as taciturn and cold as Fang Yuan remembered, as if in front of him, there was no need to maintain any image.

Listening to what he said, Fang Yuan secretly counted the time, guessing how long it would take for him to find out that the person he left behind that day was himself, or he would never remember it.

Guess how long it will take him to realize that Fang Yuan sitting in front of his eyes is not the same as the ants in the doomsday without any dignity at all.

If Jiang Heng can't recognize that self all the time, should he take the initiative to remind him and tell the truth?

Will Jiang Heng be disappointed?

"Fang Yuan."

Jiang Heng frowned suddenly, and called him seriously.

On a sunny afternoon, the clouds in the sky cover the sun from time to time. When Fang Yuan heard these words, a thick cloud just drifted away, and the surrounding sun suddenly brightened.

They sat at the tea stand, and the boss finally succeeded in selling edamame to them, and the edamame skins on the table were piled up into hills.

Fang Yuan crossed such a hill, and looked at Jiang Heng in response,

"what happened?"

Jiang Heng raised his hand and pointed to a new store that was delivering goods. Some workers were moving things into the store. It seemed that they were going to open in a few days.

"Look, it's a piano merchant."

piano dealer.

Fang Yuan immediately looked up, and sure enough, he saw a familiar sign in the gap between the carrying boxes, and behind the glass window of the shop, there was a very conspicuous piano.

He was a little dazed, and couldn't help being silent for a while, and watched for a while.

"When this store opens, let's go and have a look." Jiang Heng suddenly suggested from the side.

"Why?" Fang Yuan asked subconsciously, "I remember..."

I remember you don't know how to play a musical instrument.

Although, it was something he knew before he was reborn.

"How should I put it, I kind of want to see it." Jiang Heng sighed, "My mind is full of things in the apocalypse now. In that environment, I can't see the clean and complete appearance of the instrument at all, and no one has it. Take your time and make music.”

"That's it."

Fang Yuan withdrew his gaze and didn't continue to look at it, but Jiang Heng started talking again.

Ever since those reminiscences at the dining table were responded to, Jiang Heng’s small talk is not limited to the dining table. No matter the morning, noon or evening, no matter where the place is, he can talk about two things in the apocalypse anytime, anywhere.

"Speaking of which, I remembered a clip these days," Jiang Heng said while sipping hot tea while eating melon seeds, "That clip appeared alone, and I can't even remember when it was."

"What kind of fragment?"

"A fragment in the ruins," there are ruins everywhere in the apocalypse. This kind of beginning is nothing new. Jiang Heng was not satisfied with it, and added a detailed description.

"Unlike the others, that place had been inhabited before I discovered it, and it can be seen that the person had just left not long ago."

Fang Yuan picked up the spoon, stirred the sweet bean curd in the bowl, and put on a listening posture, "Are you sure it's human?"

Not a zombie?

"Yes, because he lit a fire there, and when I arrived, there were still sparks that hadn't been completely extinguished."

"fire……"

Yes, Fang Yuan remembered that most junior zombies were naturally afraid of fire.

Maybe it's because of the rotting body. Those zombies have a lot of corpse oil hanging on them. Once they get on the fire, it's hard to extinguish it. It burns to the brain tissue and it's over.

He also used a fire to protect himself in a desperate situation to prevent zombies from approaching.

Using the last thing left, the most beloved thing, as fuel.

Jiang Heng was still looking at the other side of the street, as if what he was looking at was not a shop, but the ruins of that day,

"I found charred strings in the fire."

Fang Yuan's hand holding the spoon trembled, and with a ding, he dropped the spoon back into the bowl, and the porcelain collided with a crisp sound.

"The strings are not combustible. Out of curiosity... I pawed at them twice, and vaguely recognized that those should not be firewood, but the body of some kind of piano."

Jiang Heng said softly, as if feeling sorry for the person he had never met, "It's a pity, I don't know anything about musical instruments, and I can't even tell what kind of stringed instrument it is."

"You're going to lose your life, what's the use of keeping the qin." Fang Yuan read in a low voice, if the word qin wasn't mentioned, Jiang Heng almost thought he was talking to himself.

"That's the reason... But think about it, nothing has happened now, the owner of that piano should be like the people in that shop, cleaning and maintaining the body of the piano carefully, and not wanting to bump it."

Jiang Heng shook his head, as if regretting, but also as grateful, "I want to see how those pianos are intact, Fang Yuan, let's go together some other day."

Fang Yuan didn't speak.

For a long time, when Jiang Heng thought that he would not continue the topic and was thinking about going to see it by himself, Fang Yuan suddenly spoke again.

"If you want to see..."

"Ok?"

"I have one too." Fang Yuan lowered his eyes, a little confused, "I'll show you when I go back tonight."

"What?" Jiang Heng opened his eyes wide in surprise, "You also have a piano? What kind of piano? Why have I never seen you play with it? Do you know musical instruments?"

Fang Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, Jiang Heng subconsciously pulled back his upper body and leaned back on the chair, as if afraid of being rejected,

"violin."

Apart from this, he didn't answer Jiang Heng's other questions.

In fact, if Jiang Heng hadn't mentioned it suddenly today, he wouldn't have remembered that he still had a piano, hidden in a strong and clean case, and originally planned to never open it again in his life.

The violin was named by him, called Cedric, and it was engraved on the inside of the violin body, with a row of cursive English letters.

The violin is purely handcrafted by an excellent luthier in China, and the counterfeiting is also very high. A violin like this often has a unique and special tone that is difficult to be copied.

This one is relatively hoarse and deep, with a steady resonance. When Fang Yuan rang it for the first time, he thought of the sincere, upright boy who died unexpectedly in the movie. role, so he named Jean Cedric.

In the closed warehouse, only the cold white light was shining overhead, illuminating this small area. Fang Yuan did not let Jiang Heng in, and moved the box alone for a long time before digging out the piano box in the corner.

He thought he had forgotten it a long time ago, but now he wanted to find it, but he easily remembered where it was placed.

For a long time, Fang Yuan couldn't face it, and didn't even want to see it.

Just like now, when he opened the piano case, his fingers would tremble uncontrollably, and his heart would beat fast, as if he couldn't bear it.

He silently recited the name of the qin, and touched the body of the qin with calloused fingertips. What was reflected in front of his eyes was that he smashed it with his own hands in despair and collapsed, smashed it into pieces, and then set it ablaze. that scene.

"forgive me……"

Fang Yuan knelt in front of the violin, shedding tears like that day.

He never cried when he was starving, when he was almost bitten by a zombie, when he had a broken bone, when he was abandoned by the team, when he was displaced, or when his life was dying.

That day he was alone guarding the gate of the ruins, the only gate was damaged, and the only way to live another night was to burn Cedric.

It seemed that he didn't really realize that the doomsday would take everything away until this moment.

From that day on, something was burnt to ashes together with Cedric. Even if he was reborn, even if the end never came, Fang Yuan never thought about taking out this violin again to have a look.

"Fang Yuan? Haven't you found it yet?"

Outside the door, Jiang Heng knocked on the warehouse door, and couldn't help calling out to him, "If you really can't find it...you can come out first, I'm not that curious, I made watermelon ice, come out and eat something?"

With a creak, the warehouse door opened. Fang Yuan lowered his head, holding a black piano case in his hand, and suddenly stood in front of Jiang Heng.

"It's okay, I found it."

"Ah, good to have found it..."

"Yeah," Fang Yuan cleared his throat, and his voice returned to normal, "I thought I lost it, I searched for it for a long time, and almost gave up... Fortunately, I found it."

Jiang Heng raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, tentatively put it on the top of Fang Yuan's hair, and touched it twice, "Even if it is really lost, I'm still here. If two people look for it together, it will definitely be fine."

"Really?" Fang Yuan raised his head suddenly, curled his mouth to tease him, "Well, the ice powder I put in the refrigerator a few days ago is gone, do you know who lost it?"

"..." Jiang Heng covered his face with one hand guiltily, "Yes, I stole it in the middle of the night, I thought this was also in stock, and I could immediately top it up after eating..."

Unexpectedly, they are all freshly made, and he doesn't know how to make sweets...

作者有话要说：哈哈哈因为是为爱发电，所以更新有点不稳定，基本是想到自己满意的内容了才继续写，不过不会坑哒~已经想好结局了，会HE的~感谢在2020-05-1318:09:52~2020-05-1723:12:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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