I Have 48 Hours a Day

Two months later, Fenrui border, in a humble small farm.

Zhang Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the axe in his hand, and moved the chopped firewood back to the wood room. When he pushed the door open and walked into the living room, the table was already filled with steaming bread and steel. Fish soup out of the pot.

Greta, 67, is the owner of the farm. Her man and her only son were killed in the flames of war, and a daughter was married to the United States. She and the two of them were kindly taken over to stay overnight.

After learning that the two had nowhere to go, she warmly invited them to stay.

It happened that the farm was also short of manpower to help, so the two settled down. Gretel only said that the two were relatives of the American man, and Zhang Heng’s fluent English also proved this from the side.

As for Simon, she did not talk as much as before, but as time went by, she was a little stuffy and gradually accepted by the people around her.

Both of their weapons were thrown away halfway, and the gunshot wound on Simon’s shoulder was healed by a small town doctor. She had no relatives. Her only grandfather had passed away the previous year. In this sense, there is nothing to worry about.

After the war by the lake, Zhang Heng originally wanted to take the girl to the United States, but later thought that it was a bit unrealistic. The distance between the United States and Finland was too far, and it may not be a while. And Simon speaks English in general, compared to Sweden, which borders Finland.

The former was one of the latter’s principalities. Many Finns speak Swedish, and the majority of people in small villages like this borderline have two languages. Greta is one of them. One, at least here Simon has no communication barriers.

Zhang Heng saw the girl coming back from the window. She was carrying a shotgun and carrying a dead rabbit and fox in her hand.

Simon put the prey in the kitchen, then put the shotgun back into the attic, and then came down to wash his hands and eat.

Grandma Greta filled everyone with a bowl of fish soup. Zhang Heng thanked him in Finnish, just like every night before.

The three of them finished dinner in a harmonious atmosphere and said goodnight to each other.

一 In the early morning of the next day, Greta prepared the food for the two and put it in the basket.

没有 Simon did not wear the usual hunting clothes any more, but instead put on a floral skirt. This was the old man’s original dress for his daughter. It was a bit small on Simon, and the latter looked a bit unsuitable for this dress.

Greetai smiled and handed the picnic basket in his hand, and said to them, “Have fun.”

Zhang Heng took the basket and hugged the old man. “Goodbye, Greta.”

“Goodbye, boy.”

The old man beckoned by the door. The two looked like little lovers going on an outing. Zhang Heng rode a bicycle and drove Simon across the farm fields, the square in the town center, and the hospital with a blood donation ad … With exotic scenery around.

The Soviet-Finnish War has temporarily come to an end, but the flames of war across the European continent have just begun. Sweden’s status as a neutral country is one of the few countries that have been spared from this catastrophe.

Zhang Heng parked his bicycle on a grass field outside the town. The two climbed up the grassy **** with a picnic basket and saw the sea of ​​flowers on the other side. Zhang Heng did not know the names of the small white flowers below.

Speaking of Finland’s national flower seems to be a white flower called lily of the valley, but unfortunately he didn’t come at the right time. It is still a month or two before the flowering period, so it should be missed.

This is the last day of his stay in this copy. Zhang Heng admits to the arrival of Simon that day very early. The girl didn’t say anything, but just made an appointment with him for this last outing.

The two walked through the streets of the town, fished in the pond, and played poker for a while, then shared the caviar sandwich prepared by Greta together on the top of the slope, but still didn’t say much.

This is also the mode with which the two are most accustomed.

The breeze blew Simon’s hair and skirt, and finally the girl put her head on someone’s knee and closed her eyes …

Zhang Heng glanced at the time on the watch, took off his coat, covered Simon’s body, and the sleeping girl, her eyelashes flickered slightly.

The next moment Zhang Heng heard the familiar voice.

[The return deadline is reached, and the task completion is confirmed …]

[Welcome to the Mannaheim line of customs clearance. The third round of the game is over and you are about to return to the real world …]

Uh …

Zhang Heng opened his eyes from the deck, and even gave birth to a feeling of being like another generation.

Bian Mingming has the shortest time in this round of games, but because of the strong pressure of death, he has been living a lot harder every minute and every second. Com returned from the war-torn World War II to today’s civilized society, it seems like he has traveled a hundred years.

I just don’t have that interdependent person around me anymore.

Uh …

This time Zhang Heng sat in the deck for half an hour before he stood up, and as he got up, something slipped out of his pocket, Zhang Heng bowed his head, and stumbled when he saw that kind of thing Alas.

This is a small animal bone necklace that is always carried around the girl’s neck. It is much smaller than the bone piece thrown to him by the old man in Tang costume, only the nails are large.

There is a tall red pine carved on it, with thick branches and complex root systems.

Zhang Heng didn’t know when Simon quietly put this thing in his pocket, but since it can be brought back, it means that this little thing is also a game prop.

More than 140 days have passed, Zhang Heng originally thought that he would not encounter game props in the third round of the game, but did not expect that the game prop was always by his side.

He was not in a hurry to let Miss Bartender identify, because since this thing has been worn on Simon for so long, it means that it should have no negative effects.

There is one thing he needs to be identified right now.

——The bone piece of Moresby, Zhang Heng listened to the advice of the old man in Tang costume and tried not to expose his relationship with the other party, so he waited until the end of the round of the game to get the piece which was not obtained from the game copy. Game props to Miss Bartender.

With the latter’s usual attitude of touching the fish, when he saw something in Zhang Heng ’s hands, he could n’t help but looked up at him and looked at him with a doubt, “I know you have lucky rabbit feet, but will this bonus Too much exaggeration? Three rounds of three game items? Can you be the **** of the goddess of luck? “