Jia Fengyue carried the washed vegetables over to Wang Fan, her face, with its many furrows, visibly laden with melancholy.
In the morning, she sneaked a glance at the village. The apocalyptic scene left her both shocked and fearful. Thinking that her own house looked the same only deepened her sorrow.
Seeing the elderly woman's expression, Wang Fan and the others fell silent; they didn't know how to comfort her.
But if it goes on like this, her health will deteriorate quickly.
Wang Fan thought for a moment and then said to Cheng Dong, "Brother Cheng, why don't you watch the fire? I'll grab something from the car."
Cheng Dong nodded, and Wang Fan headed back to the RV.
At the front of the RV were several small ornaments, and among them lay a small wooden fish.
This little thing had been his moneymaker in the past, though it hadn't been used for quite some time. Perhaps now was the right moment to bring it out again.
