It has been many years and many years. Shen Yixiu, who has rely on the dead iron source to be able to circulate the system, has no hunger, blood circulation without normal people, and even sorrowful crying when I cry ...
She is a living dead.
Zhen Qiuhong said that the response to vomiting blood and swallowing represents her re -possessing part of a normal person, and her physical function is returning.
This may be related to the jade bone from the big tip.
As a result of the inquiry and speculation, she had increased the rust girl from the iron armor from 10%of the previous estimates to 40%.
This is a great improvement and joy, but Zhen Qiuhong said that the highest value is this value, and it is no longer possible.
Because Rumei's "lucky survival" is the only special case in the same situation so far, it is a scene that cannot be explained scientifically, and it is impossible to start research at all.
Therefore, no matter how optimistic, it is impossible for this value to reach 50%. Even if the time has passed for ten years, twenty years, no matter how good the rust girl is in the state, no matter how strong the strength is, it will take this risk.
40%!
Under normal circumstances, who would be willing to accept such an attempt? Even if you drag your body's disability or disease, it is better to live?
But Shen Yixiu is willing! If time goes back and returns to the group of people around her, 10%are willing to try it.
Even she guessed that Grandpa would agree with her choice.
Then aunt, cousin ... Everyone who loves her will eventually agree.
As long as they imagine a little, the little girl living in the iron sheet, her feelings.
From the time of the girl at the age of 12, from the white empty ward to the sealed car, and to the laboratory of the research institute, Shen Yixiu grew up in loneliness, fear, pain and crying.
She is always afraid of a lot of things, afraid of those cold and useless instruments, the faces that have been seen in the laboratory in those two years, fear of falling on herself, fear of talking to her ...
Even she was afraid of herself, and every time she imagined herself, she would be a nightmare.
Later, because of the accident that almost killed her, her grandfather rushed into the scientific research institute alone with a knife and took her home.
At that time, Grandpa had retreated from the position of the Ninth Army. He became very old, very old, turbid and white.
It was since then, because he was afraid of Grandpa's uncomfortable, Shen Yixiu did not cry when he learned that he was uncomfortable and afraid ...
Then she couldn't even cry silently.
Because she has no tears.
"I want to go to school for class, and see what year is the teacher and classmates?" "Forgot."
Remember the last self -esteem of the little girl. She used to be the little princess in the class ... Xiaoyi Xiu was stubborn, and she was unwilling to let the former classmates and teachers know what she looked like later.
As a result, the iron robot is decorated, like a blue star, placed in the corner of the classroom.
Just class like this, get out of class ...
Sometimes at the end of the get out of class, those who have been familiar with and have gradually grown up, because of curiosity or boredom, will come to fiddish this strange tattered robot.
Xiaoyi Xiu couldn't say anything, not moving.
"I don't want to think ... oh." Ringmei lying quietly.
When the tears slipped from the corner of the eyes, it was hot, round like water droplets, and Rumei first stunned for a while ... before she smiled happily.
"In the future, you will bully me, I will cry, hum."
The iron armor was silent sideways.
"I can't come out, Qingzi, everyone. I'm reluctant to die, anyway, the iron armor Shen is super able to fight."
At the same time, in the room, Wu Qiuhong looked at Wu Tiao.
"Sorry, I really don't know how to explain to you, I can't explain it, I can't treat it, and I can't give you any prediction."
Wu Shi nodded, "Yeah."
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The next morning, according to the lunar calendar algorithm, it should be on the first day of the New Year. A few people who slept in the hall woke up a little too late.
"Wake up ... wake up!" Zhan Qiuhong kicked over with his feet, waiting for someone to wake up, and said in front of them whispered, "I tell you something ..."
"Wu Jie has fallen at the top," she said.
"... Do he know?" Han Qingyu asked.
"Um."
"Long -term or temporary?"
"I don't know." Qiu Qiuhong shook his head and turned to the kitchen.
After a while, the door of the house was pushed away from the outside to the inside, and Wu Jie came in, as usual ... He just ended his personal fixed training every morning.
At a glance, everyone sitting on the ground brought the washbasin and the tooth cup.
The sound of water sounded at the door.
After washing, Wu Jie came in, put down the washbasin, and turned to go out again.
"Why do you go?" Wen Jifei stood up and asked, then walked over.
"Buy fried dough sticks," Wu Shi turned around and said, "Today is my turn."
You can't get fritters at home, but they all like to eat. Some people sell them on the street. They go to the streets to buy them alone every day.
"Don't", He Tangtang also came over and said, "After last night, the whole city is turbulent. You are so dish, you are not safe to go out alone ..."
Wu Jie looked at him without saying a word.
"And your current speed, it is probably slow to come and go, in case we are full ..." He Tangtang continued.
"boom!"
Wu Jie fell on his shoulders and smashed He Tangtang on the ground.
This is a situation that has never been in human history, Wu Tie's grievances and anger from this.
It seemed that he was not ready, so he froze first, and when he straightened up, he pretended not to do anything. Wu Jie turned his head to look at Wen Jifei, who was eager to try ... No way, this gang was too much.
After doing these, holding the situation, a touch of embarrassment in his eyes.
"I go to buy fritters." Wu Tiao said nothing.
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The courtyard door opened and closed again.
When Wu Jie's figure disappeared on the corner of the street, the white -haired Chinese Asian old man came from the long street with his granddaughter. The granddaughter was about ten years old and wore a cluster of new handmade cotton jackets.
"Well, this is the young school's house. You look at the couplet on the door, or the grandfather wrote." The old man showed off a bit of showing off and said to his granddaughter.
"Wow!" The little girl was amazed, turned to look at the door of the courtyard, and looked at Grandpa and said, "Is it really a youth school?"
"No." The old man smiled.
"Then, will he come out in a while?"
The little girl stomped in the courtyard, but where was so high.
The round eyes blinked, and she muttered in her mouth, "They all said that there was no scar on the face of the youth school, but it was good -looking, grandpa."
"Du!" A mighty chestnut knocked on his head, and the old popular lesson said, "You are only ten years old!"
Then he twisted his granddaughter back and said, "Go away, Grandpa has come to the stall."
The old figure passed the entrance of the courtyard and walked towards the end of the long street.
"Xin'er wants to have one day, do you go to our Chinese and Asian?" The old man asked suddenly.
"Think." The little girl responded crispy, turned her head, raised her head, and fluttered her big eyes, "Can I go? Grandpa."
She remembered that grandpa said he couldn't go.
Grandpa always told her everything about China Asia.
"Maybe ... who knows." The old man said.
"Well, Grandpa, do you tell me the story of the sea last night?" What happened last night, this morning, I became a story in the mouth of the little girl.
But the old man didn't go to the beach last night. Where can I know so clearly? Early in the morning, he heard something.
"Okay!" The old man brewed and took out the posture of the book.
"Where is the street? Obviously it is the seaside." The little girl didn't believe it.
"Cough! Say it wrong, say that fireworks are shining, and the youth school is super ... because it was the seaside, at that time, the sea tide, a sword turned thousands of feet high."
"How tall is a thousand feet high? Is it so high?" The little girl pointed at the top of the church in the fog in the distance, grabbing her grandfather's clothing corner and asked, "If so high, will the fish fall to death?"
"... You ask Grandpa again."
"Oh, then I don't ask, my grandfather said, saying that the sea tide is thousands of feet high ..."
