Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 227: 226 Zhou Qian’s Dream

Chapter 227 Chapter 226. Zhou Qian’s dream

Since Kuang Biao will never fall in love again, there will be no hindrance for the older cub and the second cub to poke the bamboo. They are now able to poke bamboo branches. Although they cannot cut the branches of the entire bamboo with precision, the bamboo poles Zhou Qian wants can be easily dragged back in a bundle.

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

This day of ups and downs has finally passed.

When he returned to his home, Zhou Qian took out the pink crown ball, hesitated for a moment, and then dipped it into the cup.

He tried his best to avoid thinking of Kataro chewing a pile of crumbs. Instead, he waited for the tea to become less hot and drank the strange pink liquid in one gulp.

It tastes slightly bitter and astringent in the mouth.

When you exhale again, there is a faint fragrance of roses in your mouth.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

Zhou Qian sat quietly in the dusk for a while, but felt nothing. At this moment, I just shook my head helplessly, thinking, how could it be so magical?

The next moment, the steps began to soften, and the scene in front of him also rotated, and then...

"Bang".

…

The sun is very big.

The house is old and ordinary.

Zhou Qian stood here in a daze, wondering why he saw his past home. It is obvious that this old residential building was occupied and torn apart by creepers all over the wall as early as the fourth month after the disaster began.

The balcony on the sixth floor was forcibly pulled away. He was later responsible for leading people to clean up the entire community, and he understood this situation all too well.

"elder brother!"

Someone stuck his head out from the balcony: "You are back from vacation? Just in time! There are reports of plant mutations outside, so try not to plant them at home... But my orchids are very expensive!"

The young girl became frustrated. She was only seventeen years old, with round cheeks and a slightly chubby figure. She had a kind smile and was very popular with the grandmothers and aunts in the family home.

It was completely different from Zhou Qian's dark appearance.

But at this moment, the other party dragged him to the balcony...

This situation is so familiar.

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

"I don't want to! This spider orchid is a native species. I raised it for three years to get this big..."

"No matter how old you are, now that the country has begun to call for it, it is a danger to keep this thing at home. Zhou Ning, don't you usually hate the kind of people who are nagging and uncooperative at critical times? Hurry up and be quiet."

He opened his mouth and said this subconsciously.

At this moment, the trajectory of fate seemed to overlap with that of 6 years ago, and all of Zhou Qian's consciousness was screaming no! And he clearly had a mission, but at this moment he couldn't move forward no matter what.

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

He pressed against the door frame.

After a while, Zhou Qian came back and said, "If you can't bear it, just move everyone 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, carrying the flowers and chattering:

"I've joined a lot of flower friends. This spider orchid is so big, and someone offered me 950 for it before."

"And this one, because this Blue Star is a newly cultivated variety, it is rarely circulated on the market, and the price is now very high. Even though it is so big, I divided it into 6 pots, and each pot can sell for 85! "She was just a chatterer every day, but now that she was chattering away, Zhou Qian didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, there was an inexplicable emotion rushing through his chest, which made his nose feel sore and his eyes became 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 still on her round face:

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

"Grandma Lin downstairs said that now that you are your age, it's time to start a family. She plans to introduce you to a partner. I went to see him. He's very good-looking!"

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

"Don't worry about me. The money from the flowers I raise is enough to pay for my tuition. Doing odd jobs or something will definitely not affect your family..."

She held the spider orchid in her arms and smiled brightly: "So, let alone the plant mutation, I can't throw it away easily even if the knife in the sky comes down."

"This is our future fund!"

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Zhou Qian wanted to smile, for example, rub Zhou Ning's furry head, and say, "What does a little girl know about movies?"

He opened his mouth, and vaguely remembered that in his previous memory, he left in a hurry, and Zhou Ning had no time to say these words.

At this moment, the grief seemed to have formed a huge eye of the storm in his chest. The violent tornado swept through all Zhou Qian's memories and emotions, causing raging tears to fall down one by one.

And everything in front of him, the house, the flowers, and Zhou Ning, also disappeared like a tornado passing by. He stood among the old ruins and knelt on one knee, trembling all over.

His rough palms pressed against the broken ground, and his body twitched slightly. His limbs and bones were in great pain, as if half of his flesh and blood had been taken away by the ruthless memory. The pain was unbearable.

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

The middle-aged woman had disheveled hair, holding the railing of the security window with both hands, looking at him blankly...

They are all suffering the same pain.

The next moment, there was a large desolate wilderness in front of them. At the end of the wilderness was a high, overwhelming, seemingly endless corridor of roses.

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

The people trampling on the petals are like zombies. They have already been drained of consciousness and brains by the mutated plants. At this moment, they are rushing towards the Rose Corridor stiffly like puppets, trying to use human bodies to build enough passages layer by layer for the strong ones to pass through. Climb over the middle and go to the base camp of their plants.

There were so many stiff puppets, but it was particularly difficult for a young and chubby figure to move forward. Her eyes were closed tightly, and tears were streaming down her face. A mutated spider orchid was stuck at her temple, and the veins on her lower head were hideous. It is transporting the blood that has been pumped almost dry 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 she uttered words like gossamer that no one could hear: "Can't go...can't go..."

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

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