Sun Meng is already very old. His beard and hair are all white, and there are signs of old age on his face, but his body is still upright and he can move fairly freely.
He poured a glass of water for Song Jiao and said: "Before the end of the world, I was a person who had both feet on the threshold of hell. Living an extra hundred years now is enough."
"How much life do you have left?"
Sun Meng's eyes were full of relief. He was not the smooth middle-aged man many years ago, nor was he the man who carried scars and hated mankind for giving up on the path of evolution. He had learned to reconcile or accept his life.
Because he has reached the end of his life and has no time and energy to trouble him anymore.
Sun Meng said: "It's about one year."
Song Jiao was shocked: "How could it be so fast?"
Sun Meng's expression was kind, even kind-hearted: "Because one hundred years is really, really long."
Song Jiao sitting in front of him is still the same as a hundred years ago, her face has not changed at all, her eyes are still bright, and her mentality is still so young.
Sun Meng said again: "Miss Song, let me show you around here."
The familiar title made Song Jiao feel dazed for a moment.
Sun Meng accompanied Song Jiao as he walked on the streets of Q City. Every brick and wood here was still exactly the same as before, and even the city walls that had not been repaired at the time were preserved.
"Miss Song, after you entered the snowfield, the snowfield suddenly disappeared in front of us.
After that, the X-factor concentration here increased rapidly, and the humans here couldn't stand such changes, so they moved away from Q City one after another. Q City has also become one of the many battlefields between Xu Yan and I. It has long been destroyed and turned into ruins. "
"What about these?"
Sun Meng said: "Of course it was built later. My memory is pretty good. The plants and trees here should not have changed much from before."
Song Jiao stopped. There was a small building in front of him. The entire wall was covered with ivy. The garden in front of the building was obviously carefully taken care of. The small pavilion on the side had been repaired and looked like it was newly built. .
This is where she and Duan Zhan live.
There was a look of nostalgia in Song Jiao's eyes. She had lived here since she came out of the snowfield. There are memories of her and Duan Zhan here.
She turned to Sun Meng and said, "What do you want me to do?"
She is not an idiot, this was obviously something Sun Meng sent someone to take good care of.
Sun Meng said: "Miss Song, if I assign you, this old bone will not be able to withstand Mr. Duan's beating."
Song Jiao was a little surprised.
Sun Meng vividly described the scene, and Song Jiao couldn't help laughing.
Only then did he talk about his request and said: "In a few years, when I leave, the people in this city will have no one to rely on. I hope Miss Song can take care of me."
Song Jiao decisively refused: "I cannot interfere in human affairs."
Sun Meng paused, obviously he did not expect that he would be rejected, and he thought of the strange behavior of Song Jiao and others back then, and finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart: "Are there really gods in this world? "
"Hmm... It's different from human myths and legends. If I must say it, there is probably one."
Sun Meng pondered for a long time, and then said: "I refused to evolve back then, and the relationship with them was very tense. Although I have not used weapons in the past few decades, I am still very tired of them."
"Miss Song, as long as they don't get involved in things over there and don't step out of Q City, can you help ensure that Q City won't be attacked?"
Song Jiao thought about it, nodded and agreed, but also said: "Q City is not big, young people will not be willing to be trapped here."
Sun Meng said: "That's their wish, it's just that they will live longer in Q City than outside."
"Um?"
"The lifespan here will be twenty or thirty years longer than in the outside world, and old age will not appear until the end of life. Outside... Miss Song, many newborns are almost the same as before the apocalypse."
***
When Song Jiao came to the door, Xu Yan was in a meeting with someone. He had also become different. The thin-skinned young man who was protected by his elder brother had also become mature and became the support of others.
When Song Jiao submerged into the snowy field, he pushed Xu Yan to the table and let him handle everything on behalf of Song Jiao and Duan Zhan.
Xu Miao is his brother, so Xu Yan naturally becomes the chairman of the federation in the new world.
When their meeting was over, Song Jiao suddenly appeared in front of Xu Yan.
The people around were suddenly shocked. When they saw Song Jiao's face, some people already remembered who it was.
Xu Yan waved his hand to the security guards who rushed up to him. The two of them were facing each other and were already two generations old.
"Sister Song Jiao."
This title...Song Jiao raised his eyebrows, and it was indeed different.
Song Jiao didn't mind if he used her as a tiger skin, and said, "How have you been living these years?"
The others left under Xu Yan's look, waiting until there were confused people outside asking for information.
"They're people from over there, from the snowy plains."
"Ah? How many years has it been? They are still so young?"
"It's early. No one knows how many years they can live."
The man saw his eyes twinkling and sneered: "You can't even defeat Xu..., let alone them. The prerequisite for a long life is that you have the ability to take it from them.
then……"
Xu Yan took a sip of tea and said: "Fortunately, mankind has restored order, and we have decided to continue to develop technology. The evolution back then was too fast, which was not a good thing for mankind. It's just... 70% of newborns today have a short life span. …”
"How short?"
"Most of them only have a lifespan of a hundred years, and newborns born in the past have a lifespan of at least two hundred years. So, Sister Song Jiao, do you think there is any way?"
Song Jiao smiled bitterly: "No, it may be lower in the future. You have to know that human beings before the end of the world would be old when they were sixty, and today's newborns should be at least eighty before they look old."
Xu Yan's expression suddenly changed: "Will it get worse in the future?"
"Human beings cannot choose two directions at the same time. Since they choose technology as the direction of evolution, their superpowers will become lower and lower in the future. Maybe one day, the strongest human superpowers will not be able to match human technological weapons."
Xu Yan said: "That should be very far away. Sister Song Jiao's powers should be as strong as those of the legendary gods."
Song Jiao said helplessly: "In this case, how can I be a human being?"
Xu Yan was silent for a long time, then asked: "My brother... Is my brother still alive?"
"Alive, he has evolved successfully."
"Then he still blames me for not coming to see me?"
Song Jiao became more and more helpless because she remembered Xu Miao's time in seclusion and told Xu Yan in detail about it.
"One hundred years? I... I should still be able to live another hundred years to see my brother, right?"
No need for Song Jiao to answer, Xu Yan murmured again: "It's just that I was already very old by then, and maybe I couldn't even speak."
