doomsday lamb

Yang Xiaoxiao choked with sobs: "My father doesn't want me anymore, and my mother doesn't care about me anymore. If Brother Hua is also caught, Xiaoxiao will have nothing... What will Xiaoxiao do..."

Wanting to speak and act in a more precocious way than usual, she looked more like a teenager at this time.

The most typical people who grew up in a single-parent family environment have always been able to be more tenacious when they need to be tenacious, and they will also be broken immediately in situations that easily trigger vulnerability.

Lang Hua quickly reached out to hug her and patted her back to comfort her: "No, Xiaoxiao will never be alone. You see, Uncle Yang and his wife are always by your side."

The girl cried even louder: "I don't, I don't want it. They are always at work, and I just want Brother Hua. I'm afraid they won't like me, and I'm afraid they will think I'm a drag..."

Lang Hua's heart shrank severely. He lifted the girl's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and suddenly said seriously: "Xiaoxiao, brother will definitely not let anything happen to you."

"Huh?" The girl stopped crying and looked at him doubtfully.

Lang Hua quickly changed his words: "I promise you, I will never be caught and locked up. Xiaoxiao, can you believe me?"

"I believe it," the girl's voice was low, "but uncle and the others will definitely be worried about you."

"I swear, it will only take three months. After three months, I will tell Uncle Yang and the others everything, every word of it."

The girl couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It's like a police interrogation."

Lang Hua asked tentatively: "Can these be considered little secrets between the two of us?"

"The secret between the two of us," Yang Xiaoxiao muttered, but couldn't help but blush, and hit Lang Hua on the chest with pink fists, "I hate it! I made you cry when I saw him, it's so embarrassing."

"Xiaoxiao, is that good or not?"

"Okay," Yang Xiaoxiao said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Then you must not hide it from your uncle and the others."

"Yeah, I promise."

——

Lang Hua frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said solemnly: "Xiaoxiao, you are in my room tonight."

The blush that had just faded from Yang Xiaoxiao's face suddenly rose again, and even her ears and neck were pink.

Her voice also trembled: "Ah? Qiangan...what are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Lang Hua picked up Yang Xiaoxiao, dragged the parcel and walked towards the bedroom.

"I, I, I...you..." the girl's voice gradually failed to form sentences.

After pushing open the door, what caught Yang Xiaoxiao's eyes was a dazzling array of exercise equipment as well as food, drinking water and tool boxes piled in the corner.

"Tonight I will teach you how to practice swordsmanship and get familiar with all the tools." He also added, "I will come here to train every week from now on."

"Ah? That's it." There was a trace of disappointment and regret in Yang Xiaoxiao's voice. "But can I ask why?"

"No." This answer was spoken very quickly and firmly.

"Brother, I want to..."

"No, you don't want to." Lang Hua added, "This is also part of the secret between the two of us."

"Oh." Yang Xiaoxiao's words were weak. Even after discovering Lang Hua's secret treasure, she didn't get much interest.

"Oh what, start now."

"Ah, no."

——

When Yang Xiaoxiao left with a black eye the next day, Lang Hua asked her to take away a small mountaineering bag. The bag contained a spring knife and a military spur, as well as a steel ball air gun, half steel bullets, and half weighted rubber bullets.

box.

"Oh, it's all your fault. I have dark circles under my eyes. I'm so ugly." Yang Xiaoxiao angrily bid farewell to Lang Hua, "You idiot, Brother Hua, if you let girls stay up late, they will become ugly."

"Oh," Lang Hua said casually as he cleared away the breakfast plates that he had received the complaint.

When Lang Hua returned to the room, he was a little surprised. The throat and jaw of the bionic leather man were covered with holes left by sharp blades. It looked in tatters and was considered scrapped.

"Tsk, you really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a family member."

Lang Hua shook his head and started cleaning himself.

Yang Xiaoxiao unexpectedly has good talent in this area. His balance and flexibility far exceed some of the recruits that Lang Hua led in his previous life, and his strikes are also precise and agile.

Lang Hua couldn't help but think that maybe if he practiced for a while, Yang Xiaoxiao could try some more difficult performance positions, such as the temples, behind the ears and around the eye sockets."

Lang Hua lied to Lin Qian.

Whether it is swords, fists, or intrigues, Lang Hua, who has experienced the baptism of war for thirteen years in the apocalypse, is definitely a master among masters, and there is no need for sparring and guidance from Jeet Kune Do students like Lin Qian.

Everything is just a show, just to give Lin Qian intensive training.

"Since Sister Qian has a good foundation, she should be able to get started quickly. Then I can leave with peace of mind."

Lin Qian mistakenly thought that she was a loyal fan of the superstitious "Sirius" doomsday fantasy, which was beyond Lang Hua's expectation.

However, we can simply make mistakes and take this opportunity to spread some necessary common sense to her in the apocalypse.

As a girl, Yang Xiaoxiao had no idea about money, but Lin Qian was different. If she could see the entire list, or even if she knew that there were six more packages of the same kind. Although Lin Qian would definitely not report him, catching Lang

It is inevitable for Hua to conduct a thorough investigation. This will also be a big trouble for Lang Hua.

After all, Lang Hua had maxed out several credit cards in the names of Yang Bensheng and Li Liping for this batch of equipment.

This is already the maximum amount he can use behind his back.

If you want funds in the future, other than stealing them, you can only do some manipulation in Yang Bunsheng's company accounts.

Because in order to ensure training losses and daily consumption, Lang Hua prepared double the supplies and equipment.

In half a month, one large, two small, three batches of high-calorie, shelf-stable food and enough water will be secretly delivered. At that time, Lang Hua will need to hide them in the Yang family's bedroom, the Lin family's guest room and

Xiaoxiao's home.

It's natural for this girl Yang Xiaoxiao to obey her.

As for the Lin family, although he has the keys to the front door and the guest room, he needs to plan carefully whether it is to avoid arousing the suspicion of Lin Qian and his daughter, or to save the trouble of lying in response to inquiries.

Thanks to their trust and Lang Hua's disguise, everyone acquiesced in Lang Hua's idiosyncrasy of not liking others entering his room. This also added a lot of convenience to the implementation of Lang Hua's plan.

for

That day came three months later. Lang Hua had been preparing for it since two years ago.

He had already told the lie that he was born on December 10th. Three months later, Lang Hua would use this as a reason to gather Lin Qian, his daughter, and the four Yang family members in the Yang family apartment.

And that is the location with the most abundant supplies and equipment among the three.

Three letters marked "Cannot be opened until critical moments or December 10th" were also placed in conspicuous places in the supply bag. Inside, there was a 10,000-word guide written by Lang Hua in advance, with no attention to detail and complete entries.

Several people's mobile phones have also been installed by Lang Hua in advance with self-made small programs that will issue warnings just before the end. As long as they don't get into trouble and follow the instructions left by Lang Hua to get the necessary supplies and equipment in the room,

That's enough to survive for at least a month.

Lang Hua played the role of a survival enthusiast and weapons enthusiast in his daily life, and used this as an excuse to stock up on some equipment in his room openly.

If a crisis comes, they will definitely think of Lang Hua's room and obtain the necessities that have been prepared for them.

Although Lang Hua has already drifted away by then, I believe they will be able to safely survive the "black blood twilight" when the end comes.

After the initial panic and discomfort has passed, several people will use the equipment in the room to get familiar with and practice. When they go out again, they will definitely have enough ability to survive.

"It will definitely happen, it will definitely happen." Lang Hua sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable heart palpitation and irritability. He had to walk to the window, opened the window and leaned his upper body out.

The gusts of wind in the early morning of autumn blew the gauze curtain and gently caressed it on Lang Hua's cheek, bringing a numb and itchy feeling.

Gradually, the fire rising deep in the body gradually dissipated under the stimulation of the cool air.

Outside the window is a busy street, and people on the morning shift are rushing towards their destinations on various means of transportation.

Although he has returned to this pre-catastrophic world for two years, Lang Hua still feels uncomfortable in such bustling moments.

Even in his ordinary life, he tried his best to avoid going to such angry places.

Theaters, hypermarkets, shopping streets...

Lang Hua thought with self-deprecation: Am I actually more accustomed to a world full of death?

He felt that maybe he didn't belong here.

The peace and tranquility here made him feel unreal and hazy.

Because in the world he once stayed in, creatures were dying, the world was dying, and people's hearts were dying...

At certain moments when he was extremely fearful of the future, he even wished he had never woken up.

Because to this day, he is not sure whether the truth of this rebirth is really what he sees before him.

Is he still trapped in the long and gentle dream after death, or is the era of catastrophe simply his delusion?

At this moment, he couldn't help but think——

What if... the end of the world in three months is all my own crazy words...

How wonderful it would be...

Time passed by, but the young man who leaned out of the window stared at the morning sun and said nothing for a long time.

Suddenly, he said softly:

"Morning and dusk are surprisingly similar."