dognovel Chapter 1245
Chapter 1245
It was from that moment that he realized that this most secluded corner was Xiaoxue's residence.
He had never consciously memorized the location of this place.
Unexpectedly, he was just wandering aimlessly when he found himself here.
This memory, so deeply ingrained, surprised even him.
When Xiaoxue saw him, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Immediately, that initial surprise was replaced by a deep sense of indifference.
She didn't say anything, or even look at him again. She simply closed the door, turned around, and left.
Just then, a violent coughing sound came from inside the room.
He is Xiaoxue's father.
Mu Mu's steps stopped instinctively.
He silently watched Xiaoxue walk towards him step by step.
Just as Xiaoxue passed by him, she suddenly stopped.
She looked up at him.
In the dim light, her large, bright eyes seemed to be burning with two small flames:
"What? You've come to see me, did you go and snitch on me?"
Mu Mu's lips moved, but she didn't utter a single word.
She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Wait."
Before Mu Mu could react, she turned around and quickly walked into the house.
Within seconds, Xiaoxue came out, clutching a small object in her hand, and without a word, shoved it into his hand.
He looked down and his heart skipped a beat.
It's that seashell bracelet.
He spent three whole nights painstakingly polishing this bracelet.
He couldn't remember when he had inadvertently caught a glimpse of her wrist.
Her wrists were very white and delicate, with translucent skin and no blemishes.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that he should wear something on this wrist.
He recalled that when he was a child, before the major earthquake struck, his family lived by the sea for a period of time.
He used to collect many colorful seashells on the beach and gave them to his sister for safekeeping.
Later, he got some seashells from his sister.
They carefully selected some of the most beautiful white ones and polished them little by little during breaks in patrols and training.
Grind away the sharp edges of the shells until they are smooth and rounded, until each shell has a warm luster.
Later, he took a lot of supplies and made a special trip to the smelter to have the workers make a thin chain using boiling point alloy.
The color of the boiling point alloy is a light grayish-white, understated yet exquisite, which matches the milky white seashells perfectly.
The rings at that group wedding at the base were made of boiling point alloy. He glanced at them and thought they were pretty good.
So, without thinking twice, I got a bracelet made.
Actually, he didn't have any particular purpose in polishing this bracelet.
I just felt that she was missing a bracelet to wear.
When he gave it to her, he was very casual about it, and he didn't even choose a specific time to deliver it.
But only he himself knew that this bracelet held all the thoughts he refused to admit.
He never imagined that she would return it to him herself.
An unnamed anger suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart.
He abruptly shoved the bracelet back into Xiaoxue's hand, his voice rough and gruff, carrying a hint of youthful stubbornness and anger:
"I never take back the gifts I give away!"
"If you don't want it, just throw it into the sea!"
After saying that, he turned and stormed off in a huff.
Xiaoxue stood there, clutching the seashell bracelet in her hand, not moving for a long time.
She looked up and gazed out the corridor; there was a vast expanse of white sea.
The seawater, at 100 degrees Celsius, was steaming with murky heat and carried a pungent, salty smell as it relentlessly pounded against the rocks on the shore.
Such scalding seawater, such highly corrosive salt spray.
If you throw this bracelet in, it will be completely corroded in less than a day, eventually turning into a handful of dust.
She was a little reluctant.
Warmth is so scarce in the apocalypse, even if it's fake, even if it's wrapped in a sugary layer of lies, it's enough for her to linger for a moment.
She looked down at the bracelet in her palm, her eyes slightly warm.
In the distance, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, a continuous, resounding crash.
She stood there for a while before turning around and pushing the door open to go inside.
Because the windows were completely sealed off, the room was very dark, with only a small emergency light on.
The father lay on the lower bunk, breathing heavily with the characteristic wheezing of an asthma patient. Hearing the door open, he slowly opened his eyes.
His face was pale and his lips were cracked.
"Xiaoxue? Who was that just now?" His voice was terribly hoarse, and he couldn't help but cough twice after he finished speaking.
"Nobody, just someone passing by," Xiaoxue replied softly, carefully tucking the bracelet under her pillow. She went over and tucked her father in with the thin blanket. "Dad, how are you feeling? Would you like some more water?"
The father shook his head, his brows furrowed.
"My chest feels tight." He sighed, his voice full of helplessness. "The salt fog is getting worse and worse. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer."
Xiaoxue's heart clenched suddenly.
She knew her father was telling the truth.
Surrounded by the sea, the area is filled with boiling water that surges day and night, and salt mist permeates the air. For my father, who suffers from asthma, it was a living hell.
His condition has become increasingly serious compared to before the major earthquake.
But they had no other choice.
In the apocalypse, simply surviving is the greatest luxury.
A wave of bitterness washed over me.
She wanted her father to live.
I want him to breathe clean air, I want him to no longer be kept awake all night by the salt spray, I want him to no longer have to take medicine and struggle through one long day after another with coughing.
But what can she do?
She was just an ordinary logistics staff member in the research institute, without strong abilities or extraordinary skills, and she couldn't even protect herself.
She was completely unaware that a terrible change was quietly taking place on the sea outside the window.
The Earth's crust deep beneath the seabed is already under immense strain from the relentless erosion by the high temperatures of the seawater.
Just now, a huge tectonic plate suddenly shifted, tearing open a bottomless crevice.
The scorching magma, carrying destructive energy, erupted from the crevice and collided violently with the 100-degree Celsius seawater.
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It was like a red-hot iron being pressed hard into icy water.
The violent vaporization reaction created a towering cloud of white mist.
The impact of the fusion of hot and cold air was more violent than any tectonic movement, directly creating a giant wave more than ten meters high on the sea surface.
Even more terrifying, the underwater currents triggered by the dislocation of the earth's crust acted like an invisible giant hand, forcefully pushing this giant wave toward the base.
Ordinary boiling water tsunamis move at a predictable speed.
The base's outposts can detect anomalies in the distance at least half an hour in advance, giving them enough time to organize personnel to take cover and reinforce defenses.