Chapter 219

While feeding Zhuoma glucose water, Lu Ziming told him a story: "Once upon a time, when I was in school, there was a girl in my class. She was very beautiful, with good temperament, good grades, a better family and kind people. In front of her, I was like the toad,... Toad, you don't know what it meant, just like the relationship between the princess and the common people. Anyway, it meant that one was high above the other, and one had to dig a hole on the ground and bury half."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You don't understand if you say it. Listen carefully and don't make a sound." talking to Zhuoma may wake him up from his coma. I don't know who studied the theory. Lu Ziming said everything he could say. What he didn't say, he thought of the good time buried in his heart: "She is the monitor, and I am a poor student. Sometimes she can't even eat enough, but she doesn't discriminate against me like others and takes the initiative to talk to me...".

"But this has attracted the eyes, jealousy and abuse of countless people around me. I overestimate myself and toads are nice to hear. I can only avoid her from a distance and don't want to bring her any bad influence because of me. In fact, the difference of identity doesn't mean anything. As long as I work hard, I will change. I think so and do so. Maybe you don't believe it, When I was in senior one, I had finished my senior high school textbooks. When I was in senior two, I also participated in the simulated college entrance examination and achieved a good ranking. "

"Sometimes I wonder, do people really want to accept their fate? Does a bad birth mean that they can't lift their head all their life? Those people who are better than me have more resources, just like social moths..."

"What happened to you and that girl?"

"Don't interrupt! That girl cares about you. Just now she said..." the next moment, he suddenly stopped, suddenly turned back and looked at Zhuoma lying on the ground.

Zhuoma, whose face is similar to that of African blacks, shows two rows of white teeth, which makes people easily think of black toothpaste, "you wake up, shit, dare to eavesdrop on my secret, are you tired of living?".

"I'm tired of your chatter. Tell me about the girl's name and what happened to you later?" Zhuoma on the ground squeezed out a smile more ugly than crying and wanted to sit up, but she couldn't work hard.

"This story will be told later". Lu Ziming doesn't want to mention the memory buried in the bottom of his heart. It's a fruitless first love. It's beautiful but not true. It only exists in his dream: "the rain outside seems to have stopped. I'll find you something to eat and casually tell your mother the good news.".

Zhuoma nodded hard for three days. Except for a little liquid food, he didn't eat anything. Every word consumed his little energy.

Soon, Zhuoma's mother, who heard the news of awakening, ran back for the first time, and the speed was so fast that Lu Ziming was surprised. When he heard the voice from the tent, he didn't know whether it was crying or excited, he stood at the door, and the warm touch flashed in his eyes.

All mothers in the world love their children most. A child's smiling face is the mother's happiness, and a child's crying is the mother's sadness. Everyone has a mother and knows how to cherish it only after losing it.

After four consecutive days of heavy rain, there was finally a short pause. The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air was full of all kinds of smell of corruption. There was a sticky feeling on the body. Anything could squeeze out water as long as it was twisted.

When the rain stopped, more people began to walk around the camp. The children rushed out of the tent and ran on the wet grass. A fire was set up outside the tent. During the interval of heavy rain, the wet felt and clothes were dried. The smell of smoke and fire was everywhere in the air. The fresh air became turbid, and the camp was covered with clear gray choking smoke.

He walked into the tent and saw Zhuoma's mother wiping Zhuoma's body with hot tears. Her charred and blackened body appeared shocking under the gray lights, with a trace of blood under the cracked hard shells, but she didn't stop, as if all this could not affect her.

While he was silently shocked by Zhuoma's tenacious vitality, he was also infected by Zhuoma's mother. Maybe this is the spiritual pillar that Zhuoma can survive.

At this moment, he felt that he was redundant. Compared with Zhuoma's tenacity, his suffering was nothing.

The noise outside the tent came in through the gap, which did not affect the atmosphere inside the tent. Lu Ziming found a corner to sit down and couldn't bear to disturb them.

I don't know how long later, the voice outside the tent suddenly quieted down, as if someone had fallen. I vaguely heard the child suddenly ring out and stop suddenly, and a trace of uneasy agitation came into his brain.

He felt that there were more and more strong danger signals in the air. When he came from the sea of corpses, he immediately realized that something had happened.

Just as he was about to poke his head out of the tent, he heard a group of neat footsteps approaching from far to near, and then moving towards the camp tent from near to far.

"No! It's the army", a group of soldiers in red and blue uniforms hurried towards the camp tent, and soon dense gunshots came from the direction of the camp tent.

Just opening a corner of the curtain, he immediately felt dizzy, "it's poison gas. It's full of colorless and tasteless poison gas outside!"

Zhuoma was already sitting on the felt and saw Lu Ziming, who looked nervous, saying, "road! What happened?".

"I don't know. Someone released a kind of poison gas in the camp, which seemed to make people sleepy." he immediately thought of the strange butterfly he met in Fangcheng. At that time, the symptoms of poisoning were almost the same as now, which seemed to be worse. He felt dizzy at the smell and couldn't work hard.

"They must be for the holy sword!"

In fact, this is just Zhuoma's guess. Lu Ziming thought of many possibilities, such as civil strife, seizing power, annexation and so on. Of course, it also includes the holy mountain and holy sword that do not know whether they exist or not.

"Are you sure they are for the holy sword, not for other reasons?" if they come only for the holy sword, they should not be in much danger. As long as the fart people hide far away, they will not be affected. It's hard to say if they come for other reasons.

"I guessed!" Zhuoma said something that made Lu Ziming vomit blood.

Who is not a guess, but also have a basis. No one can think out of thin air. If you guess wrong, you are gambling your life.

Zhuoma continued: "the surrounding camps have long been dissatisfied with the tryout of Taiji. They think he wants to monopolize the holy sword and choose to start at this time. It's not for the holy sword. What else can he do?"