The old view, the gift of medicine, the heart of a loving mother.

Chi Xiaochi leads the way on a motorcycle.

Through the windscreen of his helmet, Chi Xiaochi looks out over a world that is slowly turning into a wasteland.

By the light of his headlights, he saw a frozen man on the side of the road.

The man was lying face down, like a hungover drunk, his body curled up tightly, a smile on his lips, and the outline of a bright red corpse had emerged around the edges of the half of his face that was pressed into the ground.

Chi Xiaochi turned her face away, not looking any further.

Near dawn, outside the fog, the road conditions are getting worse, minor cuts and accidents are endless, but now most people are still busy at home to add clothes and quilts, the streets are not to traffic jams.

Chi Xiaochi took the car all the way out of town.

The sky was turning white, and they were out of the city, stopping at the city's service area.

Because of the shadow of the creeper, of course, Ding mother will not mention the matter of going home, but normal people encounter trouble, the first reaction is to find a safe and familiar place to hide: "Qiuyun , let's go back to your rented house, or failing that, find a hotel ......."

Chi Xiaochi didn't want to tell her mother that the old human beings hiding in hotels and neighborhoods were basically the first to become slaves.

They were hiding in such small cages, like canaries that had voluntarily imprisoned themselves, that it was almost like a catch-22.

Chi Xiaochi put the matter on hold and said, "Let's get gas first."

This service area was originally a fixed place Ding Qiuyun found half a year after the disaster.

After the global mutation, Ding Qiuyun's parents died and all his familiar friends were separated, so he rode his motorcycle in the opposite direction of this place and circled around the nearby provinces and cities before taking a dozen of his team members to pass by this service area, where he got to know Lao Jing.

"Old Jing" is a woman, full name Jing Zihua, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not old, and quite bright and beautiful, but she likes to be called "Old Jing", as if this name should be more pleasant to the ear.

When she was pregnant, her husband was having sex with a colleague, she caught the evidence, gave birth to the child and then stomped on her husband, almost making him leave the house, and then she lived with her son, Yiming.

She was taken care of by an old classmate when she was studying for her master's degree and joined a service area.

Before the disaster, people were used to relying on automated facilities, so the nature of her job was no different from that of Ding Qiuyun's, which was simply to maintain the system and prevent people from stealing it.

This is a very interesting woman.

She is always cold, lying in a rocking chair, like a man in Yunnan, burning a water pipe in the house, white smoke coming out of her mouth, a wisp of broken hair hanging down from her forehead, feminine, like a gaudy ghost written in an ancient novel.

But no voluptuous ghost would use a crossbow as well as she did.

The first time Ding Qiuyun met her, she was dragging an iguana toward the gas station, and the iguana had an arrow in its head, and was not quite at peace with its death.

At the time, Yan Lanlan watched from afar and gulped, "Wow, dog meat hot pot."

Ding Qiuyun The group also happened to be taking a break, and were about to go around to this small service area when Lao Jing stopped in his tracks and aimed his crossbow directly at them.

Ding Qiuyun reacted quickly and stopped his motorcycle, "We're here to exchange supplies with you. Let us rest here for the night."

Only then did Old King let them in.

Ding Qiuyun made the exchange with a set of winterizing clothes.

In the evening, they stayed in the service area and had a dog fondue.

After Ding Qiuyun had eaten his fill, he wanted to discuss the matter of exchanging supplies for oil with Lao Jing again; although they still had stock, a little more oil was never a bad thing.

And he has observed, this service area is small, but backed by a formal oil depot, near the water, even the underground buried pool of oil, are enough for her to make a fortune in this post-apocalyptic world.

Lao Jing is the only caretaker in this service area, and Ding Qiuyun can only talk to her.

Lao Jing sits on the bed and makes several requests that Ding Qiuyun can't accept; she wants food, cigarettes, spirits, quilts, tents, weapons.

In short, everything.

Ding Qiuyun still wanted to make a discussion, so he said, "Jing Jie, this is really a bit much, our family is full of ten or so people, I can not make my own decision ......."

Old King: "Call me Old King. One hundred liters of oil."

Ding Qiuyun liked her dryness and bargained with her, "One hundred and twenty liters."

Old King added, "My son is asleep."

Ding Qiuyun didn't realize for a moment what this had to do with the business they were about to talk about, "Hmm? It's good to sleep."

Lao Jing tied up her long, disheveled hair, "A hundred liters of oil, spare one for me."

Ding Qiuyun understood the flavor and his face reddened, "...... No need."

Lao Jing went to undo his buttons.

Ding Qiuyun pressed her hand, "There's really no need. One hundred and ten liters, I'll do the business."

Old King stared at him for a moment.

Ding Qiuyun didn't forget to reassure her at this point: "Jing Jie, you're quite attractive, really. If I were heterosexual, I might actually say yes."

Old King pursed his lips in joy.

"I thought that after such a long time, I had finally stumbled upon a decent man." Lao Jing smiled a flirtatious and cold smile as well, a pair of cat eyes narrowed slightly, "Turns out it's a homosexual. Ha."

Ding Qiuyun, crying and laughing.

Ding Qiuyun formed a business partnership with Lao Jing and became acquainted over time.

Old King never told her story to the crowd, as if she had been the same old King she was now all her life, so much so that life was too lackluster to have any exciting experiences to tell.

Stories about her were still known to Yan Lanlan from talking to other human squads that had made deals with Old King.

Half a year ago, Lao Jing was still the same strong and tough woman, Jing Zihua.

Her son, Jing Yiming, who had just turned three, developed a high fever the night before the disaster.

After feeding the child fever-reducing medicine, Jing Zihua coaxed him to sleep, wanting to observe the situation again, and if the situation is not serious, wait until tomorrow after the shift to take the child to the hospital.

When Jing Zihua woke up in the middle of the night from the cold, he found his son burnt to a crisp.

She rushed out of the house with her son in her arms, warming him with her body heat and carrying him to the car before realizing that her electrically powered sedan needed to be recharged.

At the moment, all the power was off, so she had to put her son in the car and run deep into the cold to the convenience store herself.

On duty with her was Xiao Han at the convenience store, where anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medications were sold over the counter.

If he had taken his medication in time or borrowed Xiao Han's car, his son's condition would have been manageable.

Xiao Han had no pity for her when she heard what she had come to say.

He salivated and smirked, "It's not good to try to get medicine without a price."

She begged Xiao Han, pulling out all the money she had and laying it out in front of him.

Xiao Han swept the money away and shone a flashlight on Jing Zihua's beautiful face, "This is not what I want. Jing Jie, I've liked you for a long time."

Jing Zihua instantly spat at him, left the convenience store, and began begging drivers resting in the service area to take her son to a doctor at a nearby hospital.

Two of them refused her because they thought it was too much trouble. One warm-hearted man agreed, saying that he had just promised his wife and daughter that they would be home at seven o'clock in the morning to take Jing Yiming to the hospital, and that he was afraid there would be a delay, and that he would have to say hello to them.

Jing Zihua thanked him profusely.

Who would have thought that just after carrying the child, the driver threw the communicator on the passenger side with an anxious face and apologized to Jing Zihua, "This young lady, I can not contact my wife and daughter, and I have asked other people, and they are all in the same situation ......"

He nodded at Jing Zihua, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I have to go home soon to check."

At 3:00 a.m., there were not many vehicles parked in the service area, and those that woke up realized that something was wrong and immediately headed for home, while some drivers were already asleep and couldn't be woken up by knocking on the windows.

Jing Zihua is in despair.

As the driver said, communications were down and she couldn't reach the hospital at all.

Seeing that her son's temperature was getting higher, she could only settle him down and turn back to the convenience store.

Xiao Han looks at her with a smile on his face.

Seeing the□□ in his hand, Jing Zihua gave up the idea of robbing him.

She put him to sleep, right there on the register.

Half an hour later, she was rushing to her car with her medication in her shirt.

But it's already too late.

The child woke up, but was no longer the Jade Snow smart child she once was; both ears were completely deaf, movement was impaired, and she didn't even have the strength to squeeze toothpaste.

When the child woke up, he saw Jing Zihua talking to him. He opened his big, watery, puppy-like eyes and waited until Jing Zihua had finished speaking before asking in a low voice, "Mommy, what are you talking about?"

Jing Zihua hugged her son and cried for a long time until she couldn't shed any tears.

Xiao Han waited for a day and a half, and when he realized that everything had not recovered, he became more and more relieved and bold, and came to knock on Jing Zihua's door with a big smile: "Jing Jie, Jing Jie, I miss you."

Jing Zihua pulled the door open and silently let him in.

Xiao Han couldn't wait to get to her buttons, "You missed me too, didn't you."

Jing Zihua smiled slightly with red eyes, "...... Well."

While unzipping her shirt, Jing Zihua wrapped her arms around him, wrapped her arms around his back, and stabbed a shear into his loins.

Later, Jing Zihua becomes Lao Jing, guarding the oil pool, holding a bow and crossbow from the exchange, and turning himself into a negotiable, exchangeable currency.

After getting to know Lao Jing well, Ding Qiuyun asked her over a drink, "Why do you work so hard?" Obviously, she could make a good living by selling goods.

Old King didn't hear what he said, "Huh?"

Saying that, she picked up the cup and brought it to her lips, suddenly her expression softened and she listened carefully with her side ear for a moment, "Ding, did Yiming call me?"

Ding Qiuyun, his hearing sharp, shook his head, "No."

Old Jing smiled, pulling a lock of hair that hung down over his forehead back to his ear, "Misheard again."

Seeing this kind of Lao Jing, Ding Qiuyun thought that his question need not be asked.

A woman with children becomes a warrior on her own accord.

Finally, Old King's gas station is besieged by a group of Neanderthals.

They intend to take down this den that has been providing services to the old humans.

Ding Qiuyun's team was also there at that time. They did not have enough firepower with them at that time, the place was heavy with oil and gas, and they could not see any open fire, so they could only fight and retreat.

Old Jing, familiar with the terrain and good at using a crossbow, held them off for a long time, and even handed Yiming over to Ding Qiuyun so that he could take Yiming with him and retreat.

After successfully escaping, Ding Qiuyun had wanted to outflank and cover Lao Jing's retreat from the rear, however they ran out of bullets.

...... Just a few rounds short of that, the neanderthals' encirclement took shape.

Old King waved at them and ducked down by one of the oilers.

Using the pistol Ding Qiuyun had given her during the first transaction and the one remaining bullet, she pressed against the fuel line and pulled the trigger.

The entire gas station was lifted up into the sky, coloring the sky red as if it were a brilliant fire cloud.

Ding Qiuyun stood at the same spot, gazing at the sea of fire for a long time.

The last thing Jing Zihua said to Ding Qiuyun was, "It's a loss to do business with you."

......

Chi Xiaochi pulls into a blacked-out service area.

...... If it's now, there's still time.

As soon as he pulls in, Chi Xiaochi sees an anxious woman banging on the window of her car, begging for a chance for her son's life.

Her appearance is not much different from the old Jing Ding Qiuyun remembers, her hair is tied into a sharp ponytail, lining the neck slender, see the physical appearance is a quite weak and slender woman, just a little less aggressive charm.

Chi Xiaochi stops his motorcycle and Jing Zihua soon spots them.

She walked quickly, "Sir, please help me, my son--"

...... It's the first time she's ever been called "sir" so politely.

Hearing her out, Chi Xiaochi said, "It's so serious, and we just came from the city, and the whole city has stopped spinning, and it probably wouldn't do any good to take it to the hospital."

Before Jing Zihua could despair, Chi Xiaochi continued, "Take the child inside. I have oral anti-inflammatory medicines and fever-reducing medicines here. ...... By the way, is your child allergic to cephalosporins?"

Jing Zihua has a light in her eyes, "Not allergic ......"

"I have cephalosporin antibiotics here." Chi Xiaochi, "Get in there and don't be out in the wind. It would be bad if you, a mom, got sick too."

He walked straight to Jing Zihua's car and asked his parents to follow him.

The rest of his eyes glanced at him, but he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him from the convenience store.

061 reminded him, "It's that guy."

Chi Xiaochi doesn't look up, "Which one? Which one?"

As long as the other guy doesn't make a scene, Chi Xiaochi treats it as if he's seen a cockroach.

Inside the convenience store.

Xiao Han, who was about to get his hands on it, pounded the cash register and angrily cursed, "Fuckin' meddling!"