Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

At the end of the corridor, Wen Qizhou leaned against the wall and turned the wheel of the lighter, "clicking" to light the cigarette between his lips.

He took a shallow breath, slowly exhaled the gray smoke, and glanced at Xie Changxiao standing next to him through the smoke.

"Do you still have class this afternoon?"

"There is a section." Xie Changxiao put the lighter into his pocket and looked out the window at the rain and fog: "What were you thinking about just now?"

"Ok?"

"I see that your expression is serious."

Hearing Qi Zhou paused for two seconds.

He did not hide his inner thoughts: "I just feel that my life has been too comfortable recently, so comfortable that it is unreal."

"Indeed." Xie Changxiao also felt the same way: "Before this rain, I also felt that the past six months had not been real enough."

"Well, it's like a dream."

Waking up now.

Wen Qizhou sniffed the acidic smell, separated from the mirror, and truly felt what the end of the world should be like.

"Isn't it?" Xie Changxiao spread a paper towel on the windowsill to serve as an ashtray, shaking off a piece of ash from time to time.

When the two cigarettes burned to the end, they put the cigarette butts on the paper towels and extinguished them together, and returned to the office quickly.

Acid rain continues.

As the sky outside became darker and darker, the students and teachers trapped in the teaching building became anxious and uneasy.

Teacher Ke Ren walked through the corridor on the first floor, walked to the cafeteria, picked up buckets of cooked food, and returned to the classroom. After having a dinner with the students, he opened the books and taught them.

Teachers who are not scheduled to attend classes for the time being stay in the office writing lesson plans, reading or chatting to pass the time.

Wen Qizhou looked at the time frequently.

His absent-minded look fell into Xie Changxiao's eyes. Xie Changxiao guessed that he was thinking about Chi Yue, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Yue won't get wet indoors."

"I know."

But he was still worried.

He rubbed his brows, suppressing the restlessness caused by the sound of rain, and picked up a literary book to divert his attention.

"The rain has stopped!" At eight o'clock in the evening, a physics teacher walked in holding a textbook and told them the good news.

"Really?"

"Look outside."

The math teacher opened the window next to him, picked up a flashlight and looked outside, and found that the acid rain had really stopped.

He asked: "Can we leave then?"

"You can't." The physics teacher walked to his desk and packed his things: "The director said that the head teacher must wait until all students are picked up by their parents before they can get off work."

"Okay, I'll go take a look at the class." The math teacher didn't complain at all and walked out carrying her backpack and teaching textbooks.

Not long after she left, Wen Qizhou and Xie Changxiao went to the junior high school and the kindergarten not far away, picked up Yunqi and Xunsong, and then drove two cars to the factory in the fourth district.

The SUV can seat seven people. Xie Changxiao was responsible for picking up people from food processing plants and breeding farms; Wen Qizhou drove Yunqi and Xunsong to the entrance of the textile factory in the off-road vehicle.

He took off the car key and motioned Yunqi and Xunsong to sit in the car and wait for a while. He walked along the white wall outside the third sewing group and walked straight to the last row to find Chi Yue.

"Yue Yue."

A soft call reached the ears.

Chi Yue turned her head to meet his gaze, and her bright face burst into a smile.

She picked up her satchel and said, "I'll be out right away." After she finished speaking, she called Wen Yaxian in the front row and walked out of the factory together.

Pan Mao, who accidentally saw their conversation, paused on his bicycle and looked at Wen Qizhou with an inquiring gaze.

He stood there like a cypress, his clear profile and unconcealed noble temperament seemed to open a gap between them, making him suddenly feel an unspeakable inferiority complex.

He looked at Chi Yue walking out of the factory, happily threw himself into Wen Qizhou's arms, and couldn't help but tighten his hands on the car's faucet. The last trace of delusion buried in his heart was also forced into the air at the moment they looked at each other and smiled. Detached from life.Perhaps his gaze lingered for too long. Wen Qizhou, who was always keen, turned back to look in the direction where he was standing.

The two eyes met for a moment.

The oppressive feeling that was hard to ignore hit Pan Mao overwhelmingly. He was startled and ducked and looked away.

Seeing him stepping on the pedals of the bicycle and riding uncomfortably around the off-road vehicle to the left, Wen Qizhou raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not pay attention to his temporary weirdness.

He got into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, drove over the puddles left by acid rain, and drove towards the residential area.

*
1, Building C823.

After taking a bath, Chi Yue walked out of the bathroom with a hazy mist, sat in front of the dressing table, and wiped her wet hair.

She looked through the mirror of the dressing table at Wen Qizhou, who was ironing clothes at the table: "Husband, I'm ready to resign."

"Tired?"

"Well, I feel unmotivated."

Repetitive and uncreative work can indeed make people unmotivated. Wen Qizhou can understand her desire to resign.

He put down the iron.

Walking behind Chi Yue, she gently took off the dry hair cap on her head: "Then I will help you write your resignation letter later?"

Chi Yue nodded: "Okay." She looked up at Wen Qizhou, her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescent moons: "From now on, I will rely on you to support me."

A low laugh came from his throat.

Wen Qizhou said: "I couldn't ask for it." He leaned over and kissed Chi Yue on the forehead, plugged in the hair dryer and gave her hair a blow-dry.

A "buzzing" sound echoed around.

He blew dry Chi Yue's hair, put his arm around her waist and walked to the double sofa: "Honey, do you want to watch TV?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"Then you choose." He pushed the movable TV with the USB flash drive in front of Chi Yue.

While Chi Yue was selecting dramas, he opened a notebook, pulled out the cap of his pen, and slowly wrote his resignation letter.

The rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper was intertwined with the title song. She glanced at Wen Qizhou who had almost finished writing, took out the fried chicken and beer, and placed them on the coffee table.

Wen Qizhou tore off the resignation letter, folded it and pressed it under the iPad: "How long does it take to resign?"

"One week."

"You can officially leave your post next Thursday?"

Chi Yue said "hmm".

She fed him a piece of boneless chicken wing, leaned on the back of the sofa, stared at the TV screen, and watched the show while eating.

As the plot unfolded, Wen Qizhou's attention was also attracted. He followed Chi Yue until the early morning, then took her hand and lay on the double bed next to the sofa.

The night light goes out.

The room fell into darkness and returned to silence after he said "good night" tenderly.

In the middle of the night, acid rain started falling outside again.

The cold wind carries the raindrops, beating on the doors and windows of every house, and it never stops even if the white belly is exposed on the horizon.

Residents who were unable to go out turned off their alarm clocks, snuggled into soft quilts, and continued to sleep in.

The same goes for Wen Qizhou and Chi Yue.

He slept with the person in his arms until noon, when he was woken up by a knock on the door: "Qi Zhou, are you guys up?"

"not yet."

"Then you clean up and come over for dinner." (End of Chapter)