Chapter 815 Hopeless City (83)
The sun was just right on the hillside, and the sun mixed with warmth played a spring movement, and the entire Hopeless City was shrouded in a gray light.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the looming white light in the distance down the slope. He hissed, changed his position and sat down, and then found that the white light hit Zhou Ye's face.
The silly girl seemed unaware and closed her eyes to rest, no matter what white light dazzled her eyes, she remained motionless.
The old man slapped her.
"Don't you find it dazzling?"
Zhou Ye opened her eyelids slightly, and the white light was imprinted on her eyes. A pair of black eyes glowed with a deep light, and the red light deep in the pupils was faintly visible.
The light was a bit dazzling, Zhou Ye raised his hand to block it in front of him.
"Yeah."
She hummed softly, and was just about to close her eyes and continue to rest, but she didn't realize that the old man next to her was like a three-year-old child, full of curiosity.
"What did you say that was?"
What is reflective?
It must be a smooth and shiny surface. There is no such thing in Hopeless City. Every knife in a person's hand is a broken knife with a curled blade. It is difficult to cut vegetables.
The old man remembered that Qinhua had complained before that the kitchen knife was no longer usable. He sharpened it again and again. The palm-long blade was now half out of reach, and now it was curled again. The old woman who took care of the house couldn't do anything. It was difficult to cook. very.
"Don't sleep, come over and take a look."
Zhou Ye lazily opened his eyelids and looked over. The light was still dancing on her face. The sun was just right, and there was just such a bright light, swaying ostentatiously.
"How to get there?"
She yawned, her eyes were groggy, and the warm sun exposed her laziness. If the old man didn't yell, she could sit here all day.
The light looked very far away. How could the two cripples get there?
The old man has high morale.
"What's the matter? Let's go slowly. I have nothing to do in the afternoon anyway." "I won't go."
The old man stared at the lazy girl in front of him, his face tensed and his voice low and sad.
"Qinhua prepares delicious food for you every day. She doesn't even have a good knife. Now there is a good opportunity but someone is not happy with it. She is such a heartless and bad girl."
Zhou Ye: "..."
She took a deep breath and reached out to rub her face to wake up.
"Let's go and have a look."
The old man smiled triumphantly and pushed his wheelchair down the slope, with Zhou Ye following closely behind.
Two wheelchairs creaked and screamed one after another. There were hay growing horizontally on both sides of the road. These vegetations did not care about spring, summer, autumn and winter. They just grew wiltingly as they cared. When the wind blew, they would grow. There was a little mental "whistle" sound.
The old man pushed aside the hay and vegetation in front of him and walked forward with great effort. From time to time, some grass would get stuck in the wheels, and he had to ask Zhou Ye behind to help pull it.
"You girl still have some conscience, Qinhua did not love you in vain."
Zhou Ye ignored him and just walked forward in silence.
The two people with limited legs and feet walked until the sun was almost setting before they arrived at the place where the old man had just seen the light.
Zhou Ye stopped and looked at the row of familiar red wooden signs in front of him, and then looked at the old man's unhappy face, expressionless.
"Why, you still want to go out and get it."
Just outside the wooden sign circle, in the dry land, a silver-white blade was clearly exposed. It seemed that it had been buried inside for a long time. The weather was getting hotter these days, and the ice and snow melted before its true appearance was revealed.
It was indeed a knife, and it looked extremely sharp.
(End of chapter)