My apocalyptic heroine has come true

Each building in the health care center has its own courtyard, which is filled with wooden furniture and lush green plants.

It can be seen that the environment here is very good and very suitable for living.

Looking at the old man walking back and forth in the courtyard with a cane, Fang Ming instantly understood where this place was.

This is a nursing home.

This answer made Fang Ming, who had been feeling heavy-hearted all the way, feel a lot more relieved.

Fang Jing, who was walking in front, went to the front desk to negotiate for a few words, and soon a staff member led the way.

Fang Ming followed closely behind, pushing the joystick of the electric wheelchair. Along the way, he saw many elderly people sitting in wheelchairs like him.

It was the first time for those old people to see such a young man, and they all looked at him with surprise and regret.

After walking through the long corridor, Fang Ming stopped in front of a small house.

The old man sitting in the house has white hair, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have been rubbed into a wrinkled piece of cloth by the years.

Her face was covered with age spots, and her eyes were staring blankly at the green plants in the yard. She didn't even notice someone approaching her.

Fang Jing walked over quietly and slowly squatted down in front of the old man.

She smiled and tucked a strand of white hair on the old man's face behind his ear, her voice sounding gentle.

"Grandma, have you eaten yet?"

The old man was like a sculpture paused in time, motionless.

"Grandma, do you want to eat some fruit? I'll go wash some for you."

Still no response.

Fang Jing was used to this and took the fresh fruit she had just bought to the sink to wash it.

She peeled and cut the washed fruit into pieces and placed them in front of the old man.

The old man finally reacted, slowly picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth.

She had no interaction with Fang Jing at all throughout the whole process, like a robot with a dead battery. It seemed that her world consisted only of eating, an instinctive conditioned reflex.

Fang Jing put on her shoulder bag, walked out and pulled Fang Ming along.

"Go see your grandma."

"..."

Fang Ming was pushed forward by Fang Jing.

As he watched the familiar old man in front of him getting closer and closer, Fang Ming felt his heartbeat quickening.

Fang Jing's grandmother is also Fang Ming's grandmother.

As early as when Fang Ming was still in high school, he heard his parents mention that his grandmother was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

At the beginning, it was just memory confusion and constant loss of short-term memory.

Later, her long-term memory also gradually disappeared.

Son, daughter, grandson, granddaughter... the old man can no longer recognize his relatives.

Complete aphasia, loss of orientation, and even loss of logic and perception of the outside world.

Finally, as the old woman fell and got lost more and more frequently, the Fang family decided to send her to the best nursing home in the province, and took turns visiting their mother every day.

Fang Ming didn't participate in this event because he was preparing for the college entrance examination. Later, he went to university in a different province, so he only visited this health care center a few times.

Fang Ming came less often, and the old man's son and daughter never came again.

The old man still doesn't know what happened at home.

She has no relevant memory and lacks the most basic logical ability.

Fang Ming pushed the joystick of the wheelchair and came to the old man.

He raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a dull look in his eyes.

For a moment... he was actually thinking.

My grandmother, who has lost all her memories, does not have to bear the pain brought by these memories.

Is this a blessing or a misfortune?

"grandmother……"

Fang Ming gently grabbed the old man's dry and wrinkled hand.

The old man looked down at him, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

She was very curious about why the person in front of her was sitting in a wheelchair like her.

Fang Ming looked at her face carefully, his eyes sweeping over the eyebrows and eyes that were somewhat similar to his own.

Haven't seen you for almost a year.

Grandma hasn't changed at all.

Time has hardly left any trace on this old man who is now at the end of his life.

In the end, the old man did not give Fang Ming any response.

Fang Ming just held her hand and stayed with her quietly.

It was not until the sun was about to set that he was pushed away by Fang Jing.

Fang Ming looked back at the old man's receding figure, feeling mixed emotions.

"Don't worry, grandma is living well here."

Fang Jing wiped away her tears, her voice mixed with a slight nasal tone.

Every time she came here, she would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, Fang Jing felt extremely depressed in here.

When Fang Jing thought of the old woman who had no memories and her children who had already fallen asleep, she felt cold all over and shivered.

If loneliness can really be divided into levels, then the loneliness of the speechless old woman sitting alone in a wheelchair, gazing into the distance, would be the highest level in this world.

"I brought you here today mainly to tell you..."

Fang Jing rubbed her eyes and said, "In this world, the only person who loves my uncle and aunt the most is you...you..."

Fang Jing paused and chose a more appropriate word.

"Don't forget them," she said gently.

Fang Jing still vividly remembers Fang Ming half a year ago, who had tried to commit suicide many times and had completely given up hope in life.

Now, Fang Ming's condition has recovered well.

That's why she brought him here and told him to live well.

Even if it's for the sake of your deceased loved ones, face this loneliness with courage, and then take a good look at the world for them.

"Sister Jing, you too, take good care of yourself."

Fang Ming lowered his head and spoke slowly.

Fang Jing was touched when she heard this.

With red eyes, she hugged Fang Ming and sighed.

"Hey, my little cousin has learned to care about others..."

Fang Jing rubbed Fang Ming's hair randomly and a smile returned to her face.

"What do you want to do when your leg heals? Do you want to continue attending university? You've already taken two semesters off. If you don't go back next semester, you won't be able to enroll anymore, okay?"

“I don’t want to go to college…”

"Then where do you want to go? Oh, yes, you can also take over your uncle's company... or how about rounding up and entering the society directly?"

"..."

Fang Ming moved his lips but didn't say anything.

He will definitely take care of his parents' company.

However, he has not asked about the company's situation for more than half a year, and nothing major has happened on Lawyer Zhang's side, which proves that the company is running smoothly.

"Once my leg is healed, I'll first take care of the things my parents left behind..."

Fang Ming planned in his mind, and then he looked at the busy picture of Xia Xiaochi on his phone.

"I still want to finish the game first." He muttered.

"Pfft," He Qiuqiu on the side laughed.

"Brother, you really have become an internet addict."

"It's covered."

"What's included? Bro, you've made it your life goal to complete a game. Are you seriously addicted to the internet?"

"Yes, brother, yes."

"..."

He Qiuqiu was choked by Fang Ming's helpless way and quickly turned her face to Fang Jing on the other side.

"Sister, look at him!"

Fang Jing looked down at the two of them and smiled helplessly.

Chapter 86 Don't worry, I'll always hit the target

That day, the Ark Shelter did not receive any guests.

Xia Xiaochi wandered around the door all day, but didn't see any sign of people or cars.

Fang Ming felt that this shouldn't happen.

Although Xiao Ba looks a little cunning, he doesn't seem like someone who would break his promise.

Besides, the 2737 Shelter and the Ark Shelter are so close that Xiao La can escape from the temple but not the monk. These gunpowder and bullets are not worth it for him to do so.