Daily life in Zongman

After watching the first season, I confirmed my relationship with Nagisa Furukawa. It was so sweet and beautiful. I love watching it.

I will always love Tomoyo Sakagami!

After watching the second season, he matured a lot and started looking for anime to watch on his own instead of asking his friends in the QQ group.

The days passed one by one.

Today, Futaba sat outside, taking advantage of the dim sunset, flipping through the books Fujiwara Haru had brought back from his explorations. Not far away, in the open space, was an open-air clothesline, where their clothes were hung, fluttering in the gentle evening breeze. Behind them, the edge of the house was piled high with dry firewood, used as heating fuel for the winter.

She heard the sound of a car in the distance, and she looked up to confirm that it was Fujiwara Haru who had returned. She returned to the house, brought out two cups of warm tea, and then returned to the chair she had been sitting in, setting them aside.

Fujiwara Haru parked the car and started unloading the goods. Today he went to pick up a few barrels of gasoline. The weather has been getting colder recently and winter is about to come, so he needs to prepare more.

After putting the gasoline in place, he picked up the tea, drank it in one gulp, and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

"Huh~ It feels so good~"

He sat down on the chair next to Futaba. Neither of them spoke after that. Fujiwara Haru looked at the sunset while Futaba read a book.

Until the sunlight was no longer sufficient, Futaba closed the book, and the two of them watched the sun disappear completely.

Futaba walked into the room and turned on the flashlight, and light shone through the house.

Fujiwara Haru also walked in, and Futaba's voice came from inside the room: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Hmm... salted pork with preserved vegetables and Nuodeng ham fried rice."

"Fujiwara knows a lot about delicious food."

"I know it, but I've never eaten it. I've only seen it on TV. Let's try it together later."

"I am looking forward."

The stars in the sky began to twinkle in the dark night, and life gradually passed in peace and warmth.

73. Three Lessons in Life - Education about Death

Qianhu and Yuli arrived at the top floor of the stacked city.

Their tracked vehicle was not fast, and even with the map as a guide, it took them nearly half a year to reach the top floor when snow began to fall.

The two were now on a vast platform, looking around and gazing into the distance. There was a sea of clouds below the platform, and they could also see a layer of clouds when they looked up, and behind that layer of clouds was the hazy sun.

The landing consisted only of a spiral staircase, the way they had come up, and a large square stone near it.

Then there was nothingness, no other buildings, no other creatures, no other existence.

There was only the wind left here, blowing lonely, picking up some snowflakes, carrying them for a distance, and then gently placing them on the ground.

The two of them strolled on the platform.

Yuli walked to the top of the spiral staircase, which still had one section left. Qianhu came to the other side of the square stone and confirmed that the blocked side was also empty.

There is nothing here.

The two met at the square stone and sat down against it.

Qianhu's tone was very depressed: "Nothing."

Yuli: "Nothing."

"You, what Fujiwara said is true, this is a platform."

Yuli: "Yeah, yeah."

"..." Qian Hu was stunned for a moment: "What should we do next..."

Yuli answered readily: "I don't know!"

Qianhu felt like he had become an idiot for actually trying to ask an idiot questions.

The two sat in silence until Yuli suggested, "Let's eat."

Qianhu took out water and canned food from her backpack. Their tracked vehicle broke down before reaching the top floor, so they could only carry some food and walk all the way up.

There are only two cans of food left, only a little water left, the lantern has no electricity, and the stove is about to run out of fuel. Everything is coming to an end.

The two opened the can and ate it.

Yuli was very happy: "It's canned meat and salty vegetables, so delicious~ Little Fujiwara is so nice~"

Qianhu looked at the sky in the distance and ate canned food silently.

After finishing eating, they both sighed with satisfaction and quietly looked at the clouds in the distance, watching them flow and change, like a river, like all things.

Yuli stood up and said, "Xiao Qian, let's go down and find Xiao Fujiwara and the others."

Qianhu didn't get up: "There's no food left. We'll collapse on the way back. Maybe we should have gone down directly..."

Yuli was a little angry, so she made a snowball and threw it at Qianhu's face.

"We have already fulfilled our wish. We have reached the highest level. Be happy! Why should we feel lost?"

"Whatever happens, no matter if I actually collapse later, at least I can't fall asleep here!"

Qianhu said nothing, but also made a snowball and threw it back.

The two of them started a snowball fight on the deserted top floor, with the rolling sea of clouds behind them.

They lay together until they were exhausted.

Yuri suggested again, "Let's go down and find little Fujiwara and the others."

Qian Hu stopped talking in a discouraging way and responded, "Yeah."

She took out the map and prepared to check where the nearest resource point was on the next level to see if she could get there as quickly as possible.

Qianhu found that she was not reading the last page, so she flipped back and found that there was another page.

This final map was very simple. It was blank, with only a square icon and a line of small words.

Neat and beautiful handwriting: "If you reach the top floor, take a look here, it will be very useful."

Square icons, square buildings.

Qianhu looked at the only huge square stone on this floor.

She stood up and walked towards the stone. After walking around it, she saw a bulging snow mound.

While clearing the snow, I saw the items placed there.

In addition to canned meat, chocolate, bottled water, and compressed biscuits, there were also gas cylinders and iron pots. Food, water, and fire sources were all available.

Yuri came closer: "Did little Fujiwara leave this?"

Qianhu nodded: "It should be."

Yuri raised her hands and cheered, "I survived! I love little Fujiwara! Little Fujiwara is awesome!"

After eating and drinking their fill, the two picked up their backpacks and headed towards the bottom of the layered city again.

The girls' journey to the apocalyptic world begins again.

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On the winter solstice, snowflakes are flying.

Fujiwara Haru woke up today, washed his face, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, and then sat by the gate. He looked at the rising sun in the distance, the clouds in the distance, and the falling snowflakes.

Staring blankly.

Last night, he lost the person he respected and loved the most - his grandfather.

The most important person in He Miao Orphanage, who had once protected him, believed in him, and taken care of him, passed away last night.

The adults said that he passed away in the early morning, died of old age, and died peacefully.

But he still felt sad, painful and uncomfortable.

And...fear.

Death, a word he had never thought about before, came into contact with him for the first time.

After this, he will never be able to see, hug, or hear his grandfather speak again. Everything related to his grandfather will never happen again.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt very uncomfortable, his nose was sore and his vision was blurred.

He sniffed and fought back tears.

Futaba walked over to him, she didn't say anything, just stood behind him and held him in her arms. She didn't know what happened, but she could tell that he was very sad, sad beyond words.

A dull sob sounded in her arms, and the sobs continued until he fell into a deep sleep.

Fujiwara Haru woke up again at noon and still felt very uncomfortable, but after crying, he felt better.

After lunch, he kept himself busy exploring the deserted city, chopping wood, and making furniture. He had to keep himself busy so that he wouldn't have to think too much.

Until late at night, he fell asleep again and then woke up from He Miao Orphanage.

The adults sorted out the belongings, and there was a letter inside that grandpa left for everyone.

The letter contained a lot of content and was quite long-winded. Grandpa wrote down everything he wanted to express in it.

"If you see this letter, then Grandpa must be dead. I write one every year. This is the sixth one, right?"

"Every time I write, I think about your expressions when you read this letter. You'll probably cry a lot. Thinking of this picture makes me happy."

"Grandpa didn't go far away, nor did he disappear. He just died. As a human being, there will always be such a day. I don't feel scared, but I still feel a little worried about you."

"You are still too young, too young. I haven't been able to bring you all up. But don't worry, there will be someone to take over from me. There will be someone. Believe in the country and the party."

"Don't worry about me dying or anything like that. Don't worry about Grandpa. I don't find death scary. After all, Grandpa has many friends waiting for me down there. They've been waiting for me for years. It's time for me to meet them. They'll take good care of me."

"I am very fortunate and happy to have met you. You have accompanied me through the last part of my life. This is my greatest luck."

"I don't know a lot, and I'm not married or childless, so I don't know how to teach children. But when I was assigned here, I didn't refuse. I thought, I can give it a try."

"I've thought about how to take good care of you for a long time. The first thing is to make sure you have enough food to eat. I want to raise you to be plump and white. You can't go hungry like I did when I was a kid."

"The second is that you should be happier and more cheerful. You shouldn't be gloomy even when you are little."

"As for the third one, it's to teach you how to be a good person. I've been thinking about how to tell you for a long time. I've tried to tell you a few times, but no one wants to listen. What should I do?"

"Then watch cartoons. Watch Black Cat Sheriff and Havoc in Heaven. They're such great cartoons. They can teach me better than I can. You guys will enjoy watching them, too."

"I believe that even if you don't remember them in the future, some of the good things in these cartoons will stay with you throughout your life."

"Speaking of which, there's something I haven't been able to say. Let me write it in the letter."

"I love you all."

"Finally, I hope you can remember what grandpa said."

"You can make mistakes on the questions, but you can't be a bad person. You can be bad at studying, but you can't be a bad person."

"Remember to eat well and sleep well."

"Grandpa left to meet an old friend."

A few quiet days passed, the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, as the funeral I remembered continued. On the day my grandfather was buried, several uncles in military uniforms showed up. It wasn't raining, and there were flowers by the tombstone. There was no mourning, and not much coming and going.

Everything ended peacefully and calmly.

He didn't cry anymore.

For the first time, he thought about death.

Is there a hell? Will Grandpa run into old friends down there?

There must be, after all, he has lived a second life, so what is there that doesn’t exist?

Fujiwara Haru believed that good deeds would be rewarded and that there would be reincarnation.

The winter snow was getting heavier, and the stove in the cabin started working, bringing rising heat.

"Futaba, let's go see the snow together."

Futaba didn't know what had happened recently, and when she asked, she only got scattered information. She guessed that it was probably a secret that could not be told to others.

She didn't know much, but she knew how to accompany him. Futaba said nothing, closed the book, and wrapped herself in a scarf.

"Thank you." Looking at her, I felt emotional. Maybe this is a good friend, a lifelong friend.

The two walked in the snow, leaving two sets of footprints.

Breathing the cold air, Fujiwara Haru softly explained his experience in a relatively reasonable way.