In the land called Erangel, the desolate wind blew up dust, and the sun cast mottled light and shadow through the broken clouds. The embers of the war flickered faintly among the ruins, and the roaring gunshots seemed to still echo in the air. However, next to the dilapidated gas station, there was a bright red sign hanging, warm like a bright lamp, quietly waiting for the passing travelers – that was KFC, bringing incredible tenderness.
In the gas station, the automatic ordering machine was like a silent eye, silently watching every player approaching. You gently pressed the button, your name popped up on the screen, and then a steaming fried chicken meal arrived as expected. The fried chicken is not just food, it is a small but indispensable light in life. The golden chicken leg bloomed with a gentle gesture in the hands of the character, and taking a bite seemed to be a gentle comfort to time. French fries turned into bandages, drinks turned into energy, life and warmth intertwined in the game, like a silent poem.
The rules restrict the use of this warmth. Each player can only order it once in each KFC, and can only regain this gift when the game enters the fourth stage. The limited number of times, just like those precious encounters and moments in life, teaches us to cherish and makes waiting meaningful. In that waiting, there is awe of life and hope for the future.
Not only Erangel, but also Miramar, Sanhok, Vikendi and other maps are full of this red tenderness. Even on the flying plane, the banner flutters in the wind, like poems floating in the sky, calling every heart that pursues warmth. They span virtuality and reality and build a bridge to the fireworks of the world.
Those figures running on the battlefield, with determination and fatigue, occasionally stop and approach the machine, as if touching the tenderness deep in their hearts. That fried chicken meal is a lamp in the war, a pure land in the dark night, and a warm watch on life. It gently tells us: Even in chaos, we can still be gentle and strong.
This bite of chicken leg is not only a taste, but also a cherishment of life and a call for warmth. It melts gently in the heart and turns into faith and expectation for the future. Life is not easy, only this subtle warmth gives us the courage to move forward.
And this courage is the wind on the battlefield, the fluttering red flag, the everlasting red on the flying plane, and the softness in the heart that has never dissipated. It makes us understand that in the midst of swords and shadows, we can also have a peaceful beauty.
Perhaps, life should be like this, with wind and rain, gunpowder, running around, and a gentle home. That touch of red, like the blank between the lines of poetry, is waiting for us to feel it with our hearts and fill it with our lives.