Soul Painter

Gao Fan tightened the padded jacket he was wearing.

Glancing at the dark sky.

The air was filled with moisture from the impending rain.

Underfoot is a muddy yellow dirt road.

He is fleeing.

Surrounded by a large group of refugees, all in ragged clothes and skinny faces, the old were on crutches, the young were carrying parcels, and everyone had a numb expectation on their faces, supporting them to walk south in a state of extreme hunger. There is only this sentence: there is food in the south, and the poor cannot starve to death in the revolutionary party.

After Gao Fan escaped from Beiping City, he embarked on the road to the south. This choice was either the result of careful consideration, or he followed the trend. After the battle of the doomsday wedding, Lin Senhao left him a curse of the abyss. Fan, who suffered from severe radiation sickness due to the salvo of nuclear bombs at the doomsday wedding, had only two weeks left to live, so he chose to use this Command Spell.

Lin Senhao said that Gao Fan could be saved in 1920.

Back in 1920, I caught up with a grand psychiatric gathering. At the Temple of Heaven at that time, looking at the mentally ill people in blue and white hospital gowns, Gao Fan felt cordial, but the policemen with long guns were not cordial. .

Under the expulsion of the police, some of these mentally ill patients were thrown into prison, and some of them were kicked out of Peiping City. The reason for the difference in treatment is that after distinguishing, the policemen took several sheets of paper printed with yellow patterns, so that the mentally ill people said that this was the case. What, divided according to the answer.

It should be the old seal. Gao Fan felt a wonderful and lively joy from it. It was like a large dining table full of delicious food. Sitting at the table were diners who were enjoying themselves, music and music. In the ascension, the atmosphere is burning, as if it is a feast that never ends.

It is the same feeling that Beiping City brings to Gao Fan at this moment.

Therefore, Gao Fan thought that he should join this feast.

Because he just returned to this era and entered this Beiping City, Gao Fan's cough was relieved. He didn't know that this was a feast of dreams that was anesthetizing his soul and stagnating his bodily functions. Although it could not cure him, it did not. It will get worse. Gao Fan doesn't know how to do it, but he thinks that he should have a good chat with this great existence, maybe he can be a sacrifice.

So Govan was positive.

When it came to him, he not only pointed out that this should be the old seal of a great being, but also described the mysterious aura of this great being.

"It should be boiling, entertaining, full of feast-filled madness and intoxication~"

Therefore, it was not until he was kicked out of Beiping City that Gao Fan realized that this screening was to screen out those who were not infected by the great existence, put them in prison, and further educate them, and voluntarily consciously became susceptible to his followers. , of course, to expel the city, to disperse the belief in the great existence.

I have something like this...

Looking back at the gloomy and gloomy Peiping City, which seemed to be shrouded in a thick green fog.

Gao Fan was beating his chest like a student who failed the college entrance examination.

But he had no choice but to join the exile army that fled to the south. As for why it was the south, it was purely coerced. He didn't know where to go. Since leaving the mysteriously covered Peiping city, his physical condition has deteriorated every day. Going down, there aren't many options.

cough cough...

Gohan coughed.

The cold weather, hunger and exhaustion corrode his little remaining health, and now he feels that every step he takes is burning his life.

Simply...let's go here.

Gao Fan sat on the field ridge beside the muddy road and didn't leave at all.

In any case, it is a desperate disease that cannot be treated in the 21st century. What good methods would there be in the 20th century 100 years ago?

It would be romantic to die 100 years ago.

Gao Fan raised his face, feeling the wet and cold bitter rain, it was raining, and then looking at the fleeing team moving forward slowly like a corpse in front of him, these numb faces gave Gao Fan a kind of creative inspiration. Desire, a scene he has never seen in 100 years.

100 years later, even the homeless and beggars on the street will not be so desperate and numb, nor will they survive so tenaciously, not alone, but everyone.

At this moment, Gao Fan can deeply realize what is the fragility of life and what is the tenacity of life.

Heaven and earth are like a furnace, and all living beings are in the furnace.

Gao Fan stretched out his fingers and slowly sketched a curve in the mud. If he had paper and a pen, the curve would be extremely beautiful, but at this moment, his exquisite painting skills could not be exchanged for a steamed bun...

The refugees who passed by Gao Fan one after another did not pay attention to Gao Fan. There were too many people who died along the way. Most of them were just like Gao Fan. , has since become a dead bone.

At this moment, at the end of the road, there were bursts of galloping horses.

Those who fled were the first to see the red flag swirling under the clouds.

It's like the dungeon furnace of the sky has been split into a ray of light.

And the next group of knights on white horses were even more like immortal visitors, making these refugees rejoice.

"It's the youth army!"

"Youth Army is here!"

"The youth army to save the suffering is here!"

As one of the revolutionary army, and the most effective one, the youth army is well-known throughout China. The arrival of the youth army means that the hope of living has arrived. Of course, the refugees will cheer.

However, the white horse in the lead did not stop because of the presence of the refugees, but continued to gallop forward on the muddy road. Its riding skills were amazing, avoiding several groups of refugees who were too late to dodge, and even jumped high and fell. When the horse's hooves fell into the puddle, the splashed mud dyed the white horse and the uniforms of the officers on the horse black, showing the urgency of his actions.

The refugees were dodging left and right in surprise, when suddenly the white horse was pulled by 'Zi Yo Yo' again. The horse's hooves flew into the air, and before it could stand firm, the officer immediately rolled over, ignoring the mud on the ground and knelt down on one knee. , probed the breath of the man who was sitting on the side of the road like a dead tree.

"Alive!" he said to the people behind him.

"Bring it back, the commander is waiting!" said another youth army behind him.

So he brought a white horse and tied the man to it. After a few rides, he galloped away, and the young soldiers who stayed here said to all the refugees: "Go south, and immediately reach the youth army's place. The jurisdiction is over, clean clothes and food are prepared there, and if you walk there, you will not die! Hurry up!"

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When Gohan woke up.

I feel warm around me.

This relieved his mind and body, which had been frozen for days.

Then sneezed several times.

Look around.

It must be a hospital.

There was a curtain in front of him, which was considered a single room, and there were chaotic and noisy sounds outside, it seemed that many people were receiving treatment, and there were screams of pain from time to time.

He moved his arms and body.

It feels good.

Although still weak, a sign of late radiation sickness, but at least not cold, and he was a little hungry and thirsty.

Turning his head to look, there was a bowl of porridge on the bedside, he tried to reach for it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, UU read www. uukanshu. Com lost his balance and fell under the bed with a 'thump'.

Cao... Gao Fan realized that 'not weak' is an illusion, and now he can't even get up.

Do you call for help? Gao Fan wondered if it was too embarrassing.

At this moment, a pair of hands helped him up, Gao Fan turned his gaze straight, and saw Lin Senhao's familiar face.

"You can fall out of bed without taking care of it at a glance?" Lin Senhao asked him, "Are you all right?"

"Hey~" Gao Fan smiled.

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In the past few days, the new writing has been relatively smooth. The first 30,000 words have been written, but after writing, do you feel that the sports theme seems to be a bit monolithic? Although I think the rhythm is not bad, but I always feel a little monotonous, so I plan to make a film and television theme, write them all, see which one is more fun, and then decide which one to write in the next book.

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