And Xie Changxiao is indeed a trustworthy person. Ever since he found out about "retrieving things from the air", he has stopped saying those four words, lest he develop a habit and leak it in the future.
His heart was really valuable. Chi Yue thought that he had not eaten food before the apocalypse for a long time, so he gave him extra meals from time to time.
"I can't eat anymore." Xie Changxiao, who had eaten too much fried food, rubbed his abdomen: "My muscles are almost gone."
Wen Qizhou: "Shall I practice with you for a while?"
"Okay!" They put on their masks, stood in the thick fog, and practiced sparring with their bare hands.
When they were practicing vigorously, a sound of footsteps that did not belong to them came from far away, and the extremely red flames shuttled through the thick fog like a ghost, and finally reflected in front of their eyes.
The father and son holding homemade torches did not expect that there was anyone here. They walked to a position less than one meter away from them and saw two slender figures in front of them.
"You...are also from the base?" The startled young man stopped and looked at the two of them from a distance.
"Yeah." Wen Qizhou recognized them.
He calmly took back the dagger, and thinking of the word "ye" in the other person's words, he asked: "A lot of people have come to the island recently?"
"That's right." Hearing that his tone was calm and he didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, the young man lowered his guard and chatted with him for a while: "There are more than 20 people there one after another."
According to the young man, he and his tribe went to the island during the extreme cold period and have always lived in the house built by the developer on the south side. They rarely go to the city unless necessary.
Since the end of the second wave of tsunami, people have often landed on the island from the southwest in groups. So far, there have been 267 people.
"Can you take us over to have a look?" Chi Yue put away the things that shouldn't be in the tent and walked up to them.
"OK."
The young man asked them to wait.
He and his father came here chasing hares, and now they wanted to look for them again, so they first held up a torch and looked around among the bushes.
After another twenty minutes, he carried two hares to the tent and called them, and together they walked southward through the thick fog.
Bypassing the river and passing through the winding path, six islands-style houses loomed into view.
The four houses surrounded by fences in the front are occupied by the young man and his tribe, and the two houses and newly built wooden houses and tents in the back are occupied by the group of people who recently landed on the island.
"I don't know if they are here or not." The young man roughly guessed that their purpose was to find someone, so he led them to the fifth house: "You can ask someone."
Chi Yue nodded: "Thank you."
"It's okay." The young man smiled kindly and didn't stay too long. He held a torch and walked towards the fence with his father.
At the same time, she knocked on the door of Building 5.
The person who came to open the door was an eldest lady. When she heard that they were looking for someone, she temporarily let down her guard and said, "I don't even know who the person is, so you might as well try calling them by name."
The five or six buildings are all mixed together, and people are on guard against each other. It is not common at ordinary times, and it is normal to not be able to recognize them all.
Xie Changxiao said "Okay".
He moved to the middle of the five or six buildings and shouted Zhao Peng's and his others' names at the top of his voice. When he received no response, he went to the newly built wooden house and tent to find someone to inquire.
Chi Yue, standing behind him, also described Ge Qinyao's appearance with a little hope deep in his heart.
The results are the same.
No matter whether they shouted their names or asked people who had recently visited the island, they could not find out the whereabouts of any of them.
Chi Yue lowered her eyes and said, "Go back."
Catching her momentary loss, Wen Qizhou took her hand, slipped his fingers into her fingertips, and rubbed the smooth skin on the back of her hand, as if to comfort her.
Before he met Xie Changxiao, he had the same mood as her, but he never mentioned it. Only when he was smoking in his spare time, he would think about her and wonder how he was doing.
So he can completely understand Chi Yue.
"Don't think too much." He clasped the catkin tightly and said in a gentle voice: "Maybe you can meet her soon."
"Yeah." She responded softly.
They walked back, and just as they approached House No. 6, a figure shouted Wen Qizhou's name and rushed out from inside.
"Wen Qi Zhou!" Fang Lu passed through the diffuse fog like the wind and appeared in front of them.
We haven't seen her for many days, and she is much more embarrassed than when she was at the base. An ill-fitting cotton coat hugged her slim figure, and her tired eyes were full of dark blue.
As if she had seen a life-saving straw, she stared at Wen Qizhou eagerly: "How long did it take you to get to the island? Can you take me with you?"
Wen Qizhou was surprised to see her again.
It felt like being stuck on dog skin plaster, and the aura around him became fierce: "Miss Fang, we are not familiar with each other."
"But I only know you!" Fang Lu couldn't stand the life of lack of food and clothing, and sobbed helplessly: "Just because of your friendship with my father, can you take me in for a while?"
"no."
"I beg you! Please..."
She reached out to grab his sleeve. Wen Qizhou turned sideways indifferently, pulled out a dagger and placed it between them. Even without saying a word, the other party could feel the strong murderous intention.
The sobs suddenly stopped.
She didn't dare to go any further, for fear that the sharp dagger would cut through the skin on her neck and deprive her of the hope of life.
"Don't bother me." The deterrent was effective. Wen Qizhou put away the dagger and disappeared into the thick fog with the man leading him.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of pursuing him, Chi Yue raised his eyelids and glanced at Wen Qizhou, whose expression had not yet softened.
He joked: "Mr. Wen is so charming."
"No way?" Wen Qizhou didn't think it was a good thing to be pestered, or he didn't want such charm at all.
He leaned close to Chi Yue's neck and sucked it gently. Ruifeng's eyes were filled with a smile: "Is your wife jealous?"
"No."
"Really?" He pretended to be affected by the sour smell: "I can smell the sour smell."
"There's something wrong with your nose."
Chi Yue refused to admit it.
It's not that she was jealous, she just didn't like the attachment look in Fang Lu's eyes when she looked at him before, and she felt resentful.
But Wen Qizhou believed that she was jealous without knowing it, so he coaxed her along with her words, and while the fog was thick and others couldn't see his movements clearly, he covered her lips and gave her a light kiss.
They stumbled back to the tent, and Xie Changxiao had the opportunity to mention Fang Lu: "I feel like she will come to find you again."
Wen Qizhou, who had just coaxed him up, said: "..."
He took off his mask, lit the cigarette between his two fingers, and glanced at Xie Changxiao, clearly not willing to pay attention to him.
"Really!" Xie Changxiao thought he didn't believe it, so she said seriously: "A woman like her is no different from a candy. Once she finds your place, she will definitely stick to you."
Don't look at Fang Lu who was frightened just now.
He had carefully observed that the way the other party looked at Wen Qizhou didn't look like he was dead-set at all.
