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- Pinellia strings the salted fish one by one with a rope. They are all long and thin green striped fish. You don¡¯t need bait to catch this kind of fish, you only need a string hook. They can¡¯t tell the difference between the hook and the bait. Bite, sometimes four or five fish can be brought up from a pole, and every time I go out to fish, Pinellia can eat two meals of fresh fish, clean the internal organs of the blue sticks, dry the water, and then put them in the hot oil In the wok, deep-fried until golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the herring fish of this season is extremely fat and tender, it melts in the mouth, and tastes fresh and sweet.
The rest of the fish is salted and hung on the balcony to dry.
Facing the morning light, the girl's sweaty side face outlines soft curves. Under the sun, her fair skin is almost translucent, and reddish blood vessels can be seen. She stretches her arms while standing on tiptoe to hang fish. Under the black short-sleeved shorts The back and waist are like wicker newly drawn in early spring.
Really a beautiful soft girl.
The next moment, the soft girl caught the American cockroach fluttering in front of her eyes with lightning speed, and pinched it to death with her thumb and index finger.
Pinellia Seventy-Two Special Skills Diamond Finger!
After drying the salted fish, the girl picked up the plastic basin on the floor and poured the bloody water into the kitchen drain.
The dilapidated old vertical electric fan in the living room was shaking its head "clack clack", and it would shake its head off at some point. I don't know how many years this electric fan has been used. The teacher found it from the garbage dump. It's still usable.
"Mom and Dad, I'll wash the clothes first and then make breakfast."
Ban Xia stepped on blue plastic slippers, walked into the bathroom with a patter, grabbed the dirty clothes on the washstand and smelled them.
A strong sour smell of sweat, Ban Xia frowned and pulled it away.
Beautiful girls also have taste.
"Where's the soap where's the soap?"
The girl stood on tiptoe and tossed and turned in the bathroom briskly.
I use brown-yellow hard soap for laundry. There are a lot of pinellia stored in it, but soap for bathing is hard to find, especially if it is stored in a place with high air humidity for a long time. The humid environment will make the soap rancid and moldy.
"Dad¡ª! Mom¡ª! Do you see where the soap is? The soap for laundry Ah, I saw it, I saw it."
She has a very durable wooden washboard.
Soak the dirty clothes in the water first, then Banxia moved a small bench and started to rub the clothes.
"Mom and Dad, I haven't contacted him for three days. Do you think he ignored me?"
The girl looked down at the blue jeans in her hand, and the foam and dirty water flowed down the gap between her fingers, a little lost in thought.
"Will he be online tonight?"
"He said he lived in 2019, Dad, Mom, do you think this is true or not? Does I725 have this function? If it is not true, then he lives in Qinhuai District. Why hasn't he encountered it for so many years? Woolen cloth?"
In a world where human civilization is completely destroyed, time has changed from a clear and dense grid to a flowing river. Ban Xia writes down a stroke of paper and draws a circle every day. She may be the last one in this universe. The timekeeper, the time of the whole universe is decided by her.
Ban Xia said that today is September 5, 2040.
Then this huge universe with an observable radius of 45 billion light years is September 5, 2040.
Ban Xia uses a thick stack of paper for timekeeping. When the paper runs out, she will engrave the time on the wall, on the pillar, on the floor, on the tree trunk, and even on the road.
In a world where there is only one person left, is it necessary to keep a calendar?
Pinellia doesn't know.
She is just following the teacher, and after the teacher is gone, she will continue the teacher's practice. This lonely girl, walking forward alone, lengthens the history of human existence bit by bit.
Banxia has a mechanical pocket watch, which needs to be wound every day, but the mechanical watch will always become more and more inaccurate, so she found several watches to check the time with each other - and the real and most accurate calibration object is the black moon, Every night at 6:30, the black moon must appear on the horizon on time, never late.
When the time is right, Ban Xia only needs to hold the watch in his hand and look at the black moon rising on the horizon from a distance, and he can know whether the watch is going correctly.
The teacher said that the black moon is so punctual, every day is exactly one minute, its orbit must be a standard circle, and such a standard circular orbit shows that it is not a natural satellite.
Of course Pinellia knows that it is not a natural satellite.
When she was born, there was only one moon in this world.
That's Bai Yue.
The girl scrubbed the pants clean and wrung them dry, Then shake it off and hang it on the clothes hanger, hang it on the clothesline in the living room, and pat it left and right.
"If only I could prove to him that I do live in 2040."
"But apart from myself, no one else can prove what I said."
"Dad, Mom, it would be great if you could talk."
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After breakfast, Ban Xia cleaned up the house.
I have to do a big cleaning once a week. First move my parents to the balcony and put them away, and then use a rag to clean the sofa and coffee table. The solid wood coffee table is very heavy and it is difficult to move. It was broken, so the teacher replaced it with a wooden one. I think it took a lot of effort for the teacher and her to lift this thing up.
"I am a cold star in the sky, watching you quietly."
The girl hummed.
"You are a mystery spread in the world, shaking the boundless world"
Pinellia can sing many songs, all of which are taught by the teacher, and the teacher sings very well.
During the years when the teacher was still alive, she led Pinellia through the deserted streets, driving away nearby wild animals by singing.
The girl wiped the sofa clean, and then washed the rag in the bucket. After wiping the sofa, she wiped the cabinet. After cleaning the living room, Ban Xia will go to the balcony to move the parents back, and finally wipe the parents clean.
Step by step, she made the room clean and bright. Every time she cleaned the room, Ban Xia's mood would improve. Seeing the sunlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed to shine into her heart. This is her heart. Home, her fortress.
The huge world, the whole city is hers, but she only wants this small corner.
She is a snail and this is her shell.
Whenever the sun sets and the double moons rise, the girl curls up on that small bed, holding a fat little plastic desk lamp in her hand.
"Ask and you will know, my heart is responding to you"
Ban Xia pulled out the magazine of the pistol, checked the bullets in the magazine, and retreated the 9mm steel core bullets to the coffee table one by one, making a crisp sound.
Finally she turned the pistol around and looked through the muzzle with one eye closed.
With a click of the index finger on the trigger, the girl smiled.
"Ask if you have ever heard, what moved my heart."
"Unknowingly you have"
Ban Xia hummed softly.
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