MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 94 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field
Ding Mao couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, the little girl had been clinging to him when she was very young, and he was always impatient at first. Behind him is called brother.
No matter how coaxed or reasoned, he refused to call him uncle, and it took more than ten years for my brother to call him.
When did he start to adapt, start taking responsibility, and take care of him as his own child, Ding Mao can't remember, he is thirty-two years old this year, before the world changed, he was waiting for the little girl to grow up, he was not from The old lady's biological son, when the old lady was dying, entrusted her own granddaughter to him.
Ding Mao always thought, wait a minute. When the little girl grows up and gets married, he will find a woman with a good character to marry. In his spare time, he will help the little girl with children. He has not even thought about having children in the future. , The little girl who clings to his brother, has already taken his mentality early, and has pulled him from youth to the ranks of "sweet grandchildren" in old age.
After the world changed, how lucky he was that his little girl happened to be by his side that day. If the little girl had an accident, he really didn't know what would happen to him. He had just arrived at the old lady's house, and the little girl didn't know what to do. At the age of eight, she was in poor health. It took a month or two to get rid of a cold, and then it caught up with the next wave. Her parents were divorced, and her father was too busy with work to take care of her.
Ding Mao was already quite old at that time. He could have lived on his own. He was already an adult. What about adoption? He just made a good relationship with his mother from the old lady. , I always feel that it is too pitiful to leave him alone in the world, and I have to hand him over to the best old sister in the past to take care of him.
A young man in his twenties, where is the pity? Ding Mao could not laugh or cry, but he absolutely couldn't bear to live up to his mother's wishes. Although he didn't live in Cong's house at first, he went to school while trying his best to take care of his grandparents and grandchildren.
Gradually, he was completely stumped by his hands and feet, and he experienced raising children too early. From scrambling to being able to do it with ease, he never missed a single step during the period of adolescence and rebelliousness of a sick girl going to school.
Originally everything was fine, everything was going in the direction he expected, and suddenly the world changed. He didn't panic because the little girl was by his side, and because the little girl was by his side, he repeatedly tasted the "betrayal". taste.
Although he never wanted to use "betrayal" to describe it, just like he didn't want to recall the familiar world and the little girl he took care of with his own hands had changed beyond recognition.
Ding Mao's brain seemed to be mixed with a stick. He was held by his "little girl". In those scenes downstairs just now, because of the water in his mouth, which has gradually warmed with his body temperature, become real.
It wasn't a dream, it wasn't an imaginary of his high fever, it turned out to be true - his "little girl" really came to him, willing to call him fifth uncle, and said that he would be by his side for the rest of his life...
He stared at him and listened carefully. He thought he would hear an apology like the previous two, but he didn't expect to hear that sentence again - I'll be by your side all my life.
Ding Mao closed his bloodshot eyes, his face twitched for a moment, he sighed desperately, and slowly swallowed the water he contained, no matter if it was an apology or a casual promise, he was after all. There is no way to be cruel to his "little girl".
This little water was not enough to moisten his thirsty lips, nor to quench his scalding body temperature. That sentence, which he did not know whether it was true or false, caused his dead heart to collapse for so many days.
Cong Liang hugged Ding Mao and let go. Seeing Ding Mao closed his eyes, Cong Liang helped him to lie down and put both water and biscuits by Ding Mao's hand. He didn't know the situation that seemed like a rock and had nowhere to start. , already in the dark, quietly sprouts from the cracks.
People's hearts grow downward, and the tolerance of "parents" for their children is often unreasonable to perverted, including life and death, and spanning evil and hatred.
If you apologize, I will forgive you. If you don't apologize, I can't hate you. Ding Mao treats the original body like a child. If the scar is not healed, he forgets the pain because of "concern".
However, this kind of loosening is completely different from the feelings Congliang harbors. If she knew about it, she would probably be glad that she would not have it, and she would vomit blood directly.
"I'm going to look for something to eat, and I'll be back soon." Taking the opportunity to test his temperature, Cong Liang reached out and put his hand on Ding Mao's forehead. The dizziness caused by the continuous high fever, coupled with the collapse of the mood, immediately fell into a drowsiness.
There is no timed thing, the sky has been gray all the time, and there is no solar energy to tell her what time it is, so she can only try her best to go back when it is about to get dark.
The shopping malls and shops near this building must have been moved almost. Cong Liang went downstairs and chose a direction to go further along the quiet street. There were several scrapped cars on both sides of the street. The bushes are left unpruned and grow in an unbridled direction.
It's just that the colors of the green plants are not bright, the depressing streets, the shops with broken glass, the billboards that hang down to half, and the gray sky are merged into a faded oil painting, which makes people feel depressing.
After walking for a while, two mice came up behind them, rushing to nibble on the broken but still intact ankles of Cong Liang's trousers that had been gnawed the day before.
Cong Liang kicked one, and the other one didn't know if he felt the crisis, and stepped back and ran away. Cong Liang glanced at the **** teeth marks on his ankles and frowned.
Just by the side of the road, there was a dry cleaner with a smashed door. A pile of clothes was thrown in a mess. Cong Liang picked up a pair of trousers, pulled two pieces at the leg of the trousers, tied them to the ankles and calves, and dried the clothes. The iron rod was pulled down with bare hands, folded twice, and barely made a weapon.
Tossing it twice was still a good time, and tore the iron sheet with the tip up, even more warped.
After walking three streets, she found that her thoughts were too optimistic. All the shops on the street were almost smashed. If she went further, she was afraid that it would be too late to go back in the dark, so she went into a luggage store and went to the warehouse. I got a big trolley case and violently destroyed the upstairs room along the way.
As soon as the door opened, Cong Liang's head poked in. A shrill cat meow accompanied a shadow and rushed up very fast. Cong Liang quickly shrank his head and closed the door, only to hear a "Boom!" The cat who didn't have time to turn slammed into the door. superior.
"Good chance!" Congliang pushed the door open again, with a muffled sound of "dang", and another duet came to the cat that had just hit the door.
Congliang didn't delay, he closed the door and threw the stick at the same time, but when the stick was halfway, he found the cat's limp side lying on the ground, rolled his eyes.
An orange cat, very thin, can see the ribs through the cat hair, the outbreak just now is obviously its limit.
Congliang didn't give it a swipe at its head, but grabbed the tablecloth from the coffee table and threw it on the cat.
The cat starved to death, which means that there are definitely no mice in this room. Maybe there were, but they must have been eaten up by the cats. The shops outside are almost all moved. I hope there is a receipt here.
Congliang dragged the trolley box in from the corridor, opened the door first and entered the kitchen. Two plates of dried vegetables were placed on the cupboard. Congliang was overjoyed that he cooked his own meals when he lived here! There must be food.
Congliang opened the small door under the cupboard, and his eyes were bent. Although there were not many things, it was very complete. He put half a small bag of noodles, a small bag of rice that had just been opened, and some dried noodles including seasoning. in the box.
Then I went to the refrigerator, the bedside table, and collected all the edible things. I only found men's clothing in the closet. I pulled it out from Liang and stretched the waist of the pants. The size of Dingmao is a bit wide. She wears a bigger one, but she is very good. new.
After loading these, Cong Liang went to the bathroom again, and took all kinds of toiletries by swiping. These things can be exchanged in the system space, but if you can get them in this world, you don’t need to spend points or secretly exchange them behind your back. Not so good.
The goods received are quite rich, but in the end, I found that there is no other storage water in this house except the Yuba, and the water in the Yuba cannot be taken out, and there is no container that can hold water in the house.
Congliang struggled for three seconds, pulled a set of large men's sportswear from the box, stripped and cleaned himself, and turned on the Yuba to rinse.
She is not the kind of delicate girl who takes an hour to take a bath. The water is a little cold, but Congliang is not affected at all. She takes a shower quickly, puts her clothes on, ties her trouser legs, and throws the dirty clothes directly. Congliang Pulling up the trolley case, water dripping on the head, looked back at the sky outside the window, and didn't mean to be dark.
Open the door and go out, drag the box around the store, and walk to the community behind.
Starting from the first floor, house-to-house violence broke the locks, and the huge movement of kicking the door caused the rats in the entire corridor to screech and screech.
I have been searching from the first floor to the fourth floor. Congliang's trolley case is full, and the trolley is wrapped with a quilt and tied with the boss. When the pressure is turned, there is a clicking sound.
The daily consumption is similar. Congliang also found some home-made medicines to relieve pain, reduce fever and anti-inflammatory. He carried a trolley case and a sheet bag in one hand, and two buckets of bottled water glued together with transparent glue on his shoulder. Congliang Congliang Go downstairs to the first floor, put things at the entrance of the corridor, turn back, go up to the third floor and hide two bags of rice behind the fire equipment in the corridor on the first floor, and then drag the large and small bags on their backs.
The shopping mall building they live in has a total of twenty-two floors, and the height of the roof is twenty-three in total. The suitcase cannot be dragged up the stairs. Cong Liang untied the sheet and tied it behind him, carrying a trolley in one hand and carrying the sheet behind his back. Bag, carrying two buckets of water on his shoulders, he rushed to the wall with the sign of Seventeen, and heard someone talking in front of him.
"Today's harvest is good." A male voice said contentedly.
"Yes, yes, my box of cookies can last six or seven days without going downstairs." A woman's voice.
"Oh no, my waist, wait a minute, take a break... It's too heavy."
The sound of wheezing and panting was almost louder than the sound of footsteps. He turned a corner with a swift pace, and the road ahead was blocked, so he had to stand still.
The author has something to say: After a long time...
Congliang finally couldn't help it, he put his arms around Xiao Wushu's waist and took a breath "bahaha" against his lips, and stuck his neck to wait for him to attack.
Uncle Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, then showed a loving smile like an old father, and touched Congliang's head: You can't be the same as when you were a child when you grow up.
Cong Liang: …
A mouthful of Ling Xiao's old blood splattered into the sky↑
