Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Hurry! Here and here! Everyone comes here to disinfect and all used clothes are treated uniformly!"

At dawn at night, the heavy rain that had been falling for three consecutive days finally stopped, and the sun rose as usual again...

The sky was washed by the rain, like a clear sapphire, accompanied by the fog raised by the morning light, dyeing a gorgeous morning glow in the sky.

It’s a pity that this situation adds a bit of desolation to this moment.

...Life...is really fragile...

On a planetary engine platform not far from Shanghai urban area, a group of staff wearing tight protective clothing were busy in urgent need.

As the saying goes: There will be a major epidemic after a major disaster.

And here is the first line of defense prepared for possible epidemics.

Over the past night, the backward sea water rose and fell, and finally stopped at a height of 25 meters.

Under this terrifying water level, millions of corpses that failed to escape were flooded.

The search and rescue work is still continuing, but the focus has been shifted to the survivors in high-rise buildings, and people below the water level have become extremely slim.

On the tower about dozens of meters high from the water surface, three old men in a mess were sitting side by side in front of the few glass windows...

This place has long been abandoned and has become a place for people who have no identity, no job, or are in poverty.

The unpleasant smell, garbage everywhere, so dirty that the clothes and beddings of the original appearance cannot be seen, and the excrement everywhere makes the original landmark building a paradise for homeless people.

But there is a saying that misfortune depends on good fortune, and blessing is hidden by bad fortune. These extremely cold and poor people are lucky enough to escape this terrible disaster...

"...Captain, how do you do this little guy?"

"...I'll keep it, how can I do it?"

Surrounded by a group of coveted eyes, the three of them sat there calmly, eating fast food and worrying at the baby sleeping soundly in their arms.

"……But……"

"Why so many?"

On the side, Wang Xuebin waved his hand casually, looked beside him, Han Ziang, who was skillfully holding the baby, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"...If we don't care, what do you think will be waiting for her?

Do you have the heart to watch this little guy be cooked as food?

Or is it that watching her be imprisoned by a group of scumbags as a tool to vent?

In this difficult world, what do you think a little girl can grow up healthily?"

Wang Xuebin said, took out a small bottle of milk powder that was warm and warm from his arms, took the medicine handed over by Lin Bei to treat inflammation and fever, and mixed it into it. He reported the baby and carefully sent the pacifier to the baby's mouth.

Looking at the little cracked mouth muttering and sucking the milk powder, Wang Xuebin's gloomy face finally showed a smile.

Beside him, Lin Bei looked at this scene silently. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said softly:

"...Captain King...From my opinion..."

"...I have something to say, I have farts, I'm so embarrassed, this little girl drinks milk more than you..."

Hearing this, Lin Bei smiled even more happily. He looked at Han Zi'ang beside him and said with a smile:

"...I mean, you might as well adopt her. It just so happens that you have never been married in your life. You have adopted a small cotton jacket and will have a personal care in your future life!

No matter what Lao Han and I say, we have descendants and grandchildren. Although we don’t care about you, we don’t have the considerateness of raising ourselves!

With such a small cotton jacket, there is a headache and fever, no one will care about it.

Cixin and Hutou can't stay by their side. With this little guy helping you, you can have a old age, right?

I am in my fifties. To be honest, it’s time to consider what’s behind me…”

“…Think about it!”

“Wow…wow~”

Wang Xuebin shook his head and cursed. As soon as he said that, the baby in his arms started crying loudly.

In an instant, Wang Xuebin stopped his desire to scold, quickly got up and came to a corner with fresher air, and gently shook it with the baby in his arms.

On the side, Han Zi'ang also came to his senses, got up, coldly glanced at the homeless man staring at them, and then walked towards Wang Xuebin.

"...Captain, I think Xiao Dongbei's words make sense. Hutou and the others don't know when they will come back. They can raise a little guy, even if they accompany you to relieve your boredom!

It just so happens to find a companion for the household registration. He is older and is a brother. The brother and sister grew up together, so it is more lively to have fun, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin neither agreed nor refused. He just looked down at the little guy in his arms and showed a kind smile.

"Himmer~"

"...Oh, drink slowly, don't worry..."

...

The howling helicopter stopped on the platform, Han Zi'ang and Lin Bei jumped down first, turned their heads and looked at Wang Xuebin, who was protecting the baby behind him.

“…Captain, the registration office is there…”

"... I saw it and saw it! I'll make a little sound, the little guy fell asleep very easily, don't wake him up..."

Not far away, Lin Bei shrugged, raised his head and smiled, hit Han Zi'ang with his shoulders, gestured Wang Xuebin's direction, and said with a smile:

“…Did you see it? This is done!

Our captain also claims to not like children. In my opinion, he doesn’t like other people’s children. Look at this, he is in pain when he has a child!!!”

“…Newcomer, come and register!”

“… It’s here, here!”

...

"Name!"

"Wang Xuebin..."

"age!"

“Fifty-three…”

"What are you doing?"

"Transportation team..."

"What did you come for?"

“Perform a rescue mission…”

"Operation of a mission? Then where did this baby come from?"

The inquiring staff asked sternly. In an instant, the baby who was being examined and treated by medical staff in the tent next door cried out.

Hearing the crying, Wang Xuebin's face changed instantly, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became impatient.

"Nonsense, saved!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, a stinky inquirer slapped the table, stood up and continued to ask:

"What about the children's parents? Why is it not stated in your mission briefing?

Don’t tell me that you saved more than forty people, but you just have this baby’s parents died!”

"...It's just like that, what can I do!"

Wang Xuebin leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, hugged his chest with his hands, and silently closed his eyes.

“…I tell you that honest explanation is your only way out!

I said, did you kill the baby's parents and want to use the identity of the baby guardian to obtain the right to reside in the dungeon?

What exactly did the blank in your mission briefing hide? Let me be honest about it!!!”

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin finally realized the problem. He opened his eyes and his expression became a little speechless. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the noise outside the tent.

"…Captain!!! Someone wants to steal the child!!!"