doom monster

Chapter 49

Xiangzi has changed a lot, or Yu Qiu has never really known him.

What impressed Yu Qiu most about Xiangzi was his eyes. When he first saw him, they were numb and empty like an empty shell without a soul. As time passed, his eyes became more and more dead silent after such a long time.

Just staring at it makes people panic.

Yu Qiu didn't like this kind of gaze, as if in those eyes, everyone was dead.

Yu Qiu didn't want to admit it, he was afraid of seeing that kind of gaze, and every time Xiangzi came in, he would tremble reflexively.

He is afraid of death, very afraid, even if he has been reduced to this point, he has never thought of giving up his life. For him, this is the final bottom line, because the obsession in Yu Qiu's heart is always wanting to go home.

The familiar stinging pain on his wrist came again. Yu Qiu didn't know what the wound he was tortured repeatedly looked like. He thought, it must be very embarrassing. Something grows together.

The surroundings are quiet, only the sound of liquid flowing in my ears, echoing tick-tock-tick-tick.

"Tan Donghua is dead." Xiangzi's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

. .die. .died? ?Yu Qiu was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Impossible... How is it possible, Brother Dong..." Shi, Yu Qiu couldn't say the last one, as if his throat was blocked by something, he shook his head: "No..."

"He died from swallowing pesticides." Xiangzi said calmly, as if what he said was normal.

"Wang Ying followed and left with Panpan. I heard that he didn't close his eyes when he died."

"It's very reluctance, it's not reconciled. You clearly regard your son as your life, so why did you take him away?" Xiangzi looked at Yu Qiu with a hint of doubt on his brows, and closed his mouth.

. .How could it be? Why did good people suddenly disappear? Yu Qiu wanted to say that it was a lie, but Xiangzi's appearance couldn't make him deceive himself.

Yu Qiu's brain went blank in an instant, his mouth was slightly opened, and his mouth opened and closed; when his eyes touched the scars that were slowly scabbing, his emotions that were already on the verge of collapse suddenly collapsed.

He seemed to understand something and didn't seem to understand anything. In a trance, Tan Donghua's words of sorry seemed to come to his ears again and again, again and again.

Xiangzi has been looking at Yu Qiu quietly, without saying anything or doing anything, and he doesn't even know when Yu Qiu left; all he knows is that at this moment his heart is empty, as if it has been hollowed out. Memories passed before his eyes like a horse watching a lantern, and something seemed to blur his vision, and it also blurred him.

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A month passed, and Yu Qiu became more and more silent, while Xiangzi talked more and more.

Xiangzi seems to have changed into a new jacket, and even the worn-out black shoes have been replaced with clean sneakers.

It should be winter soon, because the knife is getting colder and colder, and it sticks to the skin, and every knife seems to be scraping the bone.

Yu Qiu actually felt the pain, but it didn't seem to hurt that much, his heart was numb, maybe it was empty.

despair. .despair.despair. .

Xiangzi wiped the knife repeatedly, trying to wipe away the accumulated blood stains on it, but no matter how he wiped, the stains were deeply ingrained, just like the stains in his hand, which could never be wiped clean.

I don't know when Xiangzi started to regard Yu Qiu as a listener, always coming to talk to him about his family's troubles when he was free.

Although Xiangzi talks to himself most of the time.

The same is true today.

"More and more people are coming to the town recently."

"Our place is not enough to live in. Dad plans to renovate and expand."

"There are too many people, they are all from the next village, they all want to get the antidote, but my father said that the antidote is not enough, those people are crazy, almost give us what we want, in fact, they don't know, as long as you are here The antidote is always there."

“Thank you very much everyone”

"Yu Qiu...why don't you smile?? You should be happy." Xiangzi frowned tightly: "Why don't you smile?? You look so pretty when you smile."

"Dad likes you so much, everyone likes you so much, why is he still unhappy?"

Looking at the expressionless face, Xiangzi became inexplicably irritable. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch that beautiful face roughly, forcing Yu Qiu to look at him, and pinched the corners of his mouth with his fingers to make a smile. .

"You have to laugh, Dad likes you, you have to be happy, you can't do this, Dad will be angry... why don't you still laugh." Yu Qiu's ignorance made Xiangzi completely irritable, as if he had received a great negation, and his heart The anger rising from the depths burned his reason, and he pulled Yu Qiu's cheek nervously, his expression revealing a ferocious look.

He raised his palms high, facing the wind of his palms, and was about to roar in his face when a sudden force from behind kicked Xiangzi far away by surprise.

At the same time, Xiangzi was slapped across the head and face like a storm, and his cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiangzi covered his face, the familiar sound of footsteps made him dare not look up at all, and he buried his face in shrinking, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "Dad..."

Old Deng calmly closed the door behind him, and walked towards Xiangzi, his strides were as fast as flying, and he didn't seem to be stumbling like he usually does.

It was as if huge energy was hidden in his thin and small body, and he slapped him until Xiangzi couldn't get up anymore.

Xiangzi was so afraid that he curled up and begged for mercy, so humble that he seemed to give up his self-esteem: "Father, I was wrong, I dare not, I will never dare again."

Xiangzi actually didn't know what was wrong with him, but it must be his fault that his father was so angry.

He finally got his father's forgiveness, and he never wanted to try to offend his father's rebellious consequences. Xiangzi was really afraid that his father would never want him again; Xiangzi only had his father, and he couldn't live without him.

Xiangzi's humble attitude obviously pleased his so-called father. Old Deng finally stopped, looking at him like he was looking at garbage.

"Father..." Xiangzi crawled over, grabbed Lao Deng's trousers, and whispered his favor: "Xiangzi is obedient, Dad, don't want Xiangzi, Xiangzi listen..." said. . .

Old Dengtou completely lost his usual kindness and kindness, and interrupted him impatiently, and the words in his mouth were like sharp knives, mercilessly piercing Xiangzi's body.

"Don't call me dad, I'm not your dad, but I picked it up and gave you a cheap son who got two bowls of rice, you take it seriously; do you treat you so well that you forget your sense of propriety?"

Xiangzi trembled violently, struggled to get up, and begged: "Dad, I have always listened to you. Whatever Dad says, Xiangzi will do. It was Xiangzi who made a mistake and ruined Dad's plan. I will be obedient in the future. Don't want me..." Xiangzi began to cry, his extreme fear made him at a loss, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"It's not that you're useless." Faced with Xiangzi's pitiful appearance, Old Deng turned a blind eye to him, lowered his face and didn't even want to look at him: "Get out, and you are not allowed to come back again"

"But..." Xiangzi still wanted to say something, but he was afraid of deepening Old Deng's anger, so he hesitated for a second, hurriedly lowered his head to wipe the wound on his face, and limped out.

Outside the house, looking around, today's refuge camp is very different from the past, and all the surrounding open space has been used.

In the planting area, the plants with pale pink leaves are tall and long, and the fruits falling below are numerous, full of vitality.

The re-built walled houses stood tall, although not as good as before, they were still enough to isolate the danger.

The increasingly abundant food makes people no longer hungry, and fewer people die of starvation and disease. Compared with the bleak and bleak situation a few months ago, the happy and happy atmosphere created today, with men farming and women weaving, has a little taste of paradise.

People are always forgetful. As the number of people continues to expand, many strange faces appear in the refuge camp. In just one month, the brain is enough to delete unimportant memories. Gradually, people have forgotten the violence a month ago. Chaos, and I forgot that there used to be a person named Yu Qiu here.

They only remembered that they shared a great treasure, a secret shared by all the aborigines.

Perhaps, as long as people have a choice, they will eventually favor themselves.