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Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!Chapter 15. Part 2
A few minutes later, a vast field of blooming flowers appeared before them, forcing them to stop in their tracks.
The flower stems were incredibly tall—even the shortest stood over a meter high—and their heads were enormous, each one the size of a small dining table.
But what was most stunning was their color: a brilliant, dazzling gold that seemed as if the sun itself had fallen to earth, radiating scorching warmth and vibrant life.
“What are these flowers?” Lu Yuan asked.
“Sunflowers!” Zhou An’an exclaimed. “Why are there so many sunflowers here?”
“Sunflowers…” Lu Yuan seemed pleased with the name.
“If you like them, you can pick some to take back.”
He shook his head. “Never mind. Flowers wilt too quickly once they’re picked.”
“The seeds in the sunflower heads are edible,” she explained. “They’re not ripe yet, but you can dig up the whole plant, roots and all, and plant it next to the car. You can harvest them later.”
“Really?” Lu Yuan’s eyes lit up.
Zhou An’an, still mindful of their bet and worried about staying outside for too long, quickly added, “The flowers are too big. Let’s pick them on our way back.”
Lu Yuan agreed, and his pace quickened noticeably after that.
Finally, they spotted a small wooden cabin. A motorcycle and a clothes-drying rack stood nearby.
The door was wide open, and the interior was empty.
The furnishings were simple: a small bed, a stove, a small table, and no wardrobe.
The ranger’s backpack hung on the wall, containing two changes of clothes.
On the table sat a set of bowls and chopsticks, a toothbrush, and a cup. Beneath the table was a basket of potatoes, a strip of cured meat, and a bag of rice.
The fire in the stove had gone out. A pot on top held half-cooked potato rice, which had already started to smell sour in the heat.
A phone lay on the floor by the stove. Zhou An’an picked it up. The screen saver was a photo of a woman holding a child. Both were smiling brightly—likely the ranger’s wife and child.
He must have been thinking of his family far away before he turned, she thought with a sigh, placing the phone on the table.
“I found it.”
Lu Yuan straightened up, pulling a hunting rifle from under the bed. He turned to her and said, “A bet’s a bet. You lose.”
Zhou An’an stared in disbelief. She rushed over, snatched the rifle, and examined it from every angle.
“This has to be a toy, right? How could there be a real gun here?”
Movie screenwriters really don’t need to be this true to life, she thought wryly.
Lu Yuan shrugged. “I couldn’t have cheated on this one. You saw me find it with your own eyes.”
Speechless, Zhou An’an tossed the rifle back to him.
Lu Yuan weighed it in his hands, then ejected the magazine to check it.
“It’s an old model, not very powerful, and there are only three bullets. Still, it’s better than nothing.”
They didn’t let the food in the cabin go to waste, packing it all up and strapping it to the motorcycle’s seat.
Zhou An’an climbed on behind Lu Yuan, gripping the fabric of his shirt at his waist.
“Are you sure you can ride this? You’re still injured.”
“If I don’t ride, you’ll have to choose between riding it yourself or carrying all this stuff back.”
Riding a motorcycle wasn’t like driving a car. Driving was about learning the steps, but riding had physical requirements—like being able to reach the pedals.
Zhou An’an couldn’t reach the pedals, and she certainly didn’t want to carry a basket of potatoes all that way. She settled herself firmly on the seat and warned him, “Just drive slowly.”
Lu Yuan seemed to have a natural talent for driving. Not only had he handled the bus smoothly, but he rode the motorcycle with surprising skill.
When they reached the sunflower field, Lu Yuan didn’t hesitate. He harvested a large bundle, tied it to the back of the motorcycle, and they continued on their way.
Safely back at the bus, they moved the food to the rear compartment. Zhou An’an stared at the large bundle of sunflowers, pondering.
“Where should we plant them? Sunflowers love sunlight, so they need the sunniest spot.”
“I’ll plant them near me.”
“Huh?”
Lu Yuan got off the bus, a hoe slung over his shoulder and a bucket in his left hand. He walked straight into the forest, dug up a bucketful of soil, and spread it around his bed inside the bus.
Zhou An’an had never witnessed such a thing. She stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
“Hey, buddy, have you considered this is where you sleep?”
“Flowers belong where you sleep.”
He’s from the apocalypse. It’s normal for him to be a little crazy, Zhou An’an had to tell herself to stay calm.
Lu Yuan had been thoughtful when he’d harvested the flowers, deliberately choosing shorter ones.
Bucket by bucket, he transported soil into the bus. By the time a large pit had formed on the ground outside, a thick layer of earth surrounded his bed.
He planted the sunflowers in a circle around the bed. Their slender stems formed a dense forest, and the large flower heads hung overhead like countless little suns, shining down on him.
Lu Yuan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He felt utterly content.
He loved flowers, especially the ones with the most intense colors.
The vibrant hues of the petals made him feel a scorching, vibrant life force, reminding him that he was still alive.
This was something he could never find in the harsh, cold world he came from.
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