Chapter 227 226. Zhou Qian’s Dream
Since Kuang Biao would not love anymore, there was no obstacle for the eldest and second cubs to poke bamboo. They were now able to poke bamboo branches, and although they could not accurately cut the entire bamboo straight and clean the branches, they could easily drag back a bundle of bamboo poles that Zhou Qian wanted.

By the time the rack was set up and the plastic ropes were tied, Huaiyu had already arranged dinner and also planned the dried vegetables and pickles to be made tomorrow.

This eventful day finally came to an end.

When he returned home, Zhou Qian took out the pink Krona ball, hesitated for a moment, and then soaked it in the cup.

He tried his best to avoid thinking about Kataro chewing on a bunch of crumbs, and instead waited until the tea was no longer so hot before drinking the strange pink liquid in one gulp.

It tastes slightly bitter and astringent.

When I exhale, there is a faint rose scent in my mouth.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

Zhou Qian sat quietly in the twilight for a while, but felt nothing. At this moment, he just shook his head helplessly, thinking, how could it be so magical?
The next moment, his steps began to weaken, the scene in front of him began to spin, and then...

"boom".

……

the sun is big.

The house is old and plain.

Zhou Qian stood here in a daze, and for a moment he couldn't understand why he saw his old home. This old residential building was obviously occupied and torn apart by creepers on the entire wall as early as the fourth month after the disaster.

The balconies on the sixth floor were forcibly pulled down. He was later responsible for leading people to clean the entire community and was very familiar with this situation.

"elder brother!"

Someone poked his head out from the balcony: "Are you back from vacation? Just in time! There's news outside saying that plants are mutating, so try not to plant them at home...but my orchids are very expensive!"

The young girl became depressed. She was only seventeen years old, with round cheeks and a slightly plump figure. She had a very friendly smile and was very popular among the grandmothers and aunts in the family compound.

It’s completely different from Zhou Qian’s gloomy appearance.

At this moment, the other party dragged him to the balcony...

This situation sounds so familiar.

Zhou Qian shook his head, vaguely remembering that she had called him that before, but the task was urgent at the time, so he just pressed her shoulders and asked her to get rid of the plants on the balcony...

"I don't want to! This spider orchid is a native species. It took me three years to grow it to this size..."

"No matter how old it is, the country has already called for it. It's dangerous to keep this thing at home. Zhou Ning, don't you hate people who dither and don't cooperate at critical moments? Hurry up, hurry up."

He opened his mouth and said this subconsciously.

At this moment, the trajectory of fate seemed to overlap with that of 6 years ago. Zhou Qian's consciousness was shouting "No!" Although he had a mission, he couldn't take a step forward.

It seems that once I leave, something unbearable will happen...

He held onto the doorframe.

After a while, Zhou Qian came back and said, "If you can't bear to leave, just move everything to the rooftop first. I'll go with you!"

It was extremely difficult to say this, and he didn't know why he was like this. But the young girl became happy, and while moving the flowers, she kept muttering:
"I have joined many flower lovers' groups. This spider orchid is so big. Someone offered 950 yuan for it before."

"And this one. This blue star is a newly cultivated variety and is rarely circulated in the market. The price is very high now. Don't underestimate it because it is so small. I divided it into 6 pots and each pot can be sold for 85!" She is a chatterbox on a daily basis. Now she is chattering, but Zhou Qian doesn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, there is an inexplicable emotion running rampant in his chest, which makes his nose sore and his eyes hot.

"Ning Ning..."

He murmured, but didn't know what to say.

The girl in front of him raised her head and smiled at him, with sweat on her round face:

"Are you touched? This is all the wedding fund I prepared for you."

"Grandma Lin downstairs said that you are old enough to get married. She wanted to introduce you to a girl. I went to see her and she is very pretty!"

"Brother, if you don't get married, you'll be a bachelor!"

"Don't worry about me. The money from selling the flowers I raise is enough for me to pay for my tuition. I can also do some odd jobs. It will definitely not affect your small family..."

She held the spider orchid in her arms and smiled brightly: "So, let alone plant mutation, I can't just throw it away even if it rains knives from the sky."

“This is our future fund!”

Zhou Qian wanted to laugh, for example, rub Zhou Ning's furry head and say, "What does a little girl know?"
He opened his mouth, and vaguely remembered that in his previous memory he left in a hurry and Zhou Ning didn't have time to say these words.

At this moment, the grief was like a huge eye of a storm in his chest. The violent tornado swept away all of Zhou Qian's memories and emotions, causing his tears to fall.

Everything in front of him, the house, the flowers, and Zhou Ning, disappeared like a tornado. He stood in the old ruins, trembling all over, and knelt on one knee on the ground.

His rough palms pressed against the broken ground, his body twitched slightly, and every limb was in great pain, as if half of his flesh and blood had been sucked away by the ruthless memory, the pain was so unbearable.

He vaguely remembered the two-story building on the street yesterday.

The middle-aged woman had disheveled hair, her hands were holding the railing of the security window, and she stared at him blankly...

They are all suffering from the same pain.

The next moment, there was a vast barren wilderness before my eyes. At the end of the wilderness was a tall, overwhelming rose corridor that seemed to have no end.

The rose petals were blown away by the strong wind and scattered everywhere, with the pink and white flowers scattered on the grass.

Those stepping on the flower petals were like zombies. Their consciousness and brains had long been drained by the mutated plants. At this moment, they rushed towards the rose corridor as stiffly as puppets, trying to use human bodies to stack up enough passages to allow the strong to climb through the middle and go to the base camp of their plants.

Among so many stiff puppets, there was a young, slightly plump figure who had particularly great difficulty in taking steps. She closed her eyes tightly and tears streamed down her cheeks. A mutated spider orchid was clinging to her temple, and the blood vessels below were transporting the blood that had been almost drained to the roots.

"pain……"

"pain……"

"it hurts……"

“I won’t leave…brother…brother…it hurts!”

She murmured, her pale cheeks and dry lips trembling slightly, and uttered words that no one could hear: "I can't go... I can't go..."

"Brother...you can't follow me to the wilderness...you will die..."

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