Return 100 days before death

Chapter 128

Therefore, he nodded happily.

"it is good."

The equipment in the room is very simple, but there are two things that make Lu Youqi most satisfied - the bed is big and soft and you can take a hot shower.

After wandering outside for a month, he was finally pulled back from the brink of "becoming a savage".

Lu Youqi was lying on the bed, unable to sleep on either side, so he simply stared at the bright chandelier on the ceiling in a daze, recalling what happened this time, just as the drowsiness was gradually rising, a wave of heating mixed with water mist slowly Got to float over.

Shen Qian: "Brother, I've finished washing too, do you still need to use the toilet? I turned off the light."

"Shut it up." Lu Youqi lazily raised his eyelids for a moment, then suddenly propped up his upper body and waved at him, "Why did you get your hair wet after taking a shower? Go and get a dry hair towel, I Wipe it for you."

Shen Qian completed the order with a "chuckle", put a dry hair towel on both hands, and then sat down in front of Lu Youqi obediently, cross-legged. If he had a tail, it would definitely be shaken by now. After dawdling for a while, Lu Youqi would regret it.

Lu Youqi was amused by him.

But the previous sentence was entirely on the spur of the moment, and he didn't expect the little guy to be so energetic, but the water splashed out when he said it, Lu Youqi looked at the wet little head in front of him, and then at the handkerchief in his hand. He rubbed it indiscriminately in a vigorous effort.

Its strength can be said to be able to break the neck.

Lu Youqi: "Am I trying too hard?"

Shen Qian didn't feel abused at all, and he was very pleased with it: "No, it's just that my head hurts."

Lu Youqi: "..."

What was he blinded by? ? ?

Lu Youqi threw the dry hair towel out, closed his eyes and fell down: "Okay, okay, go to sleep."

Shen Qian shook his hair, shook off the last drop of water, and carefully slipped into Lu Youqi's arms, intending to make him treat himself as a pillow.

Lu Youqi: "Hey, how old are you? Do you need someone to hug you to sleep?"

Shen Qian didn't say anything, just grinned, looking silly.

At this time, Lu Youqi suddenly remembered Shen Qian's previous bad deeds - killing the director, dealing with Jiang Zhimi alone, waiting silently at the bottom of the abyss - could this fool really do it?Is he really heartless and stupid, or is the city too deep?

Or, did he just want to be silly about himself?

As if he had found a small treasure, the corners of Lu Youqi's mouth and eyes curled up, and he smiled silently.

The more you think about it, the happier you become, and the more you think about it, the happier you feel. Lu Youqi patted the back of Shen Qian's head, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, don't move around, it's so itchy. Oh right, you know what to do." Say, what am I?"

Shen Qian: "God!"

"Ahem..., very good." Lu Youqi coughed pretending to be formal, ignoring the fact of how shameless he was, pretending to be a tall scene, but in fact, he was just under the covers Face to face with Shen Qian, he said, "Now this great god has decided that I can grant one of your wishes. Come on, let's talk bluntly!"

There seemed to be stars shining in Shen Qian's eyes: "Really, really?"

Lu Youqi: "Why did I lie to you? Did I lie to you that you have candy? Don't be a man, don't say a word!"

"want!"

"Yes! To! To!"

Lu Youqi pressed his head that was eager to try to push it up, and said with a fake smile: "Then talk quickly."

Shen Qian took a deep breath and held it in his chest.

Lu Youqi waited impatiently, and began to regret it a little.

Shen Qian: "I think, in the future, everyone will be able to live a good life, no need to worry about life, no calculations between people, no threat of doomsday, no regrets for the dead, no nostalgia for the living. When the river is really clean and the sea is clear, my god also walks down from the top of the loneliness, puts down all the burdens and heaviness, and looks at the warmth and coldness of the world with me, and tastes the ups and downs in all kinds of states."

Shen Qian: "So, no matter where you look back, you can see me, even a small, inconspicuous, insignificant me. No matter what I become, I will always be behind you."

Lu Youqi: "???"

Lu Youqi: "..."

Lu Youqi: "!!!"

Shen Qian got up and pulled the quilt he pulled over: "Brother, do you understand what I mean? I'll say it again if I didn't understand..."

"You don't have to be ashamed to say anything else!" Lu Youqi turned his back on him, reached out and "snapped" to turn off the light, cursing and saying: "Children, they are thinking about something crooked all day long." Cracked dates, give me sleep!"

Past No.20 Nine

At the end of the third year of the last days, not many people are still alive.

There are even fewer people who are alive, can speak, act, fight, and have fighting spirit.

The top commander in the city has died in a daze, and they haven't figured out what's going on. In the troubled times, how can they expect others to help them find out and analyze the truth?No matter if you live in a muddle, eat and wait to die, or even daydream madly, anyway, human nature is exposed without any concealment at this last moment, and elegant people can no longer pretend to be high-sounding Elegant, turned into their most hated appearance in the past.

Everything is so mediocre and similar, high and low have disappeared, and the sense of superiority and humbleness is meaningless. Either on the street or in a dilapidated and musty tube building, there are sick people lying here and there. Life form.

Yes, they are no longer human beings, they are just an individual with a remaining life system. To put it more seriously, they may not even know the most basic thinking, leaving only the symbolic breathing and heartbeat.

Therefore, the overall atmosphere presented in the urban area is: those who work will not work, the wise will not return, personnel are exhausted, a mess, just waiting for the destiny.

This is the most primitive state.

As soon as Zhou Yelou received a change of clothes on the balcony, he was frightened by the sudden sound of "jumping sky". He shook his hand holding the clothes drying pole, and could only watch helplessly The pure white shirt with a girly pink hanger made a free landing from the height of the second floor, and then hit a puddle of mud perfectly, dyed an artistic coffee color like splashed ink.

He seemed to feel that the white shirt had blown a provocative whistle to himself in the air.

Zhou Yelou's anger rose from the tips of his toes to the top of his head in an instant, and a cloud of green smoke mixed with white gas spewed out, while the hand he was trying to save was still hanging in the air. Captain Zhou witnessed this death with his own eyes. At the scene, then, with his naturally loud voice, he replied in a more powerful voice:

"Who is it?! It's clear, what a shit! Don't you know that you are all old, weak, sick and disabled now, and they all need to rest?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that he missed the point, and after blinking, he added another sentence: "Get out, the grandson of reality!"

Professor Guo sat in the living room, flipped a page of the book in his hand, and then habitually reached out and stirred the fragrant coffee with a spoon, as if he didn't hear it.

Lin Haiyuan: "Xiaoqian, you must never bark like this in the future, you know? From a medical point of view, this is called rabies. The biting dog is probably a high-ranking Erha. We are polite children."

Lu Youqi stuffed two small oranges in one gulp, like a hamster with enough food, puffed his cheeks, and said to Lin Haiyuan, "Don't worry, he's much more polite than you, at least he doesn't grunt when he's sleeping. Pass it to the next door."

"Are you looking for a draw?"

"I'm telling the truth."

Shen Qian: "Okay, stop arguing."

Downstairs, as expected, a little policeman in a patrol uniform came out nervously. He didn't feel too close. He must have been bullied by someone Zhou in normal times. Professor Guo had the courage to say: "Team...Captain, she is here."

"Who's here?" Zhou Yelou couldn't get used to the awkward look. He threw down a clothes hanger and hit his head, spit and stars flying around, "Stretch your tongue for me to speak clearly, or tell me Tongue twists a thousand times! Okay, now tell me again, who, name, age, gender, is here?"

When they heard this sentence, Lu Youqi and his party, who seemed to be high-spirited, were already listening with their ears sideways.

Who will come to the military region at this time?

In other words, how many people are left with the strength to come?

Thinking about it this way, the little patrolman's surprise was not groundless, and the appearance of a shy ghost was not entirely due to Zhou Yelou's coercion. To be honest, Zhou Yelou has 24 hours in a [-]-hour day. They all look like their backs are on fire, maybe because they are too angry, as long as they are not newcomers, most people know that he is actually a paper tiger.

The little patrolman swallowed, and finally cleared his tongue: "Captain, Jiang Zhimi is here."

--as expected

Jiang Zhimi, a seemingly ordinary middle-aged woman, has a dazzlingly ordinary face, which can even be backgrounded. When mixed with the escape group crowd, she is also very inconspicuous, blending into the desert.Countless people actually had the same thought as her own - maybe the most glorious time in her life was when she was leading the survivors to the city, and she would still be overwhelmed by Lu Youqi.

But who knows what the future holds?