The End Is Coming, Fortunately I Have A Doomsday Simulator!

Early the next morning, after Lin An had breakfast, she sent Yin Xiaoxiao a message. She didn't say anything to Lin An, but just sent the address of her home according to his request.

Lin An didn't ride a bike this time, just took a taxi, carried the packed breakfast, and arrived at her house.

Unsurprisingly, an old residential building with mottled exterior walls and a somewhat dirty environment.

After getting off the taxi, Lin An gave the driver 1,000 yuan, and only said a word, wait until I get off, and charter a car today.

The driver thought about it and asked if he wanted to go out. After Lin An told him that he would only run a few times in the county seat, he happily collected the money and sat in the car to smoke.

One thousand yuan, how can you earn so much in a day in the county town.

Lin An went upstairs, and it was only the sixth floor to climb to the top.

An old anti-theft door, the Spring Festival couplets that are changed every year are meticulously posted, without the slightest skewness.

I knocked on the door, and soon, a small voice of Yin came from inside.

"Who?"

"I."

With a click, Yin Xiaoxiao opened the door and whispered, "Come and sit first, I went to buy new slippers in the morning."

Lin An bowed his head, and sure enough there was a pair of brand-new men's slippers on the door. He smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Yin Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, but a woman's voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

"Me, my friend." Yin Xiaoxiao glanced at Lin An and named him a friend.

Lin An put on slippers and raised the volume: "Hello, Auntie."

While talking, I also looked at Yin Xiaoxiao's home. The furniture and decoration are all in the old style of the last century. A family portrait is hung on the wall, with a man and a woman smiling happily. Yin Xiaoxiao is in the photo frame. , just a | a lively little girl of seven or eight years old, with a sunny smile,

In addition, even though the house is piled up with a lot of things that Lin An seems to be able to take out and throw away, it still looks neat and tidy.

Lin An looked at Yin Xiaoxiao who was a little uneasy, gave her a reassuring expression, and then took the initiative to enter the bedroom.

In the bedroom, there was a middle-aged woman with a haggard complexion.

She wears glasses, her eyes are of soft color.

There are several books on the table, Lin An can see at a glance that these books have been read many times.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Lin An, my little friend." Lin An smiled and was very kind and easy-going.

Yin Xiaoxiao followed behind his ass. He was surprised by his performance, and couldn't help but mutter: Why can't you be gentle with me.

Yin Xiaoxiao's mother was also very easy-going.

"My surname is Fang, Fang Lan, just call me Aunt Fang." Fang Lan looked at her carefully, Lin An, after reading it up and down several times, showed a slightly satisfied smile.

Looking at Yin Xiaoxiao behind Lin An, she seemed guilty and submissive, she couldn't help sighing, and then said, "Xiaoxiao, go and pour a glass of water for the guests."

"Oh, good." Yin Xiaoxiao glanced at Lin An a little worriedly, but saw that he had a serious face at the moment, and the cynical look of himself before was not even a shadow.

Reassured, she went out to boil water.

And Fang Lan said softly after she went out, "Are you a little friend?"

Lin An was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he saw her serious eyes.

This woman who has been through vicissitudes of life and has rich life experience has already judged that Lin An is not a little friend of Yin at all.

In other words, it's not just a friendship.

Lin An smiled: "Forget it, I haven't known Xiaoxiao for a long time."

"...This child, asked you to borrow money?" Fang Lan sighed and took off her glasses in a sense of disappointment.

Lin An nodded and said calmly, "Money is a trivial matter. To me, money has no meaning."

Fang Lan couldn't help but glanced at him again and chuckled a few times: "It seems that Xiaoxiao has found a great friend."

Fang Lan glanced outside the door, and after confirming that Yin Xiaoxiao was not there, she was silent for a while, and said softly, "Do you like Xiaoxiao?"

"A little bit, who doesn't like a girl as cute as her?" Lin An didn't deny that he still had a crush on Yin Xiaoxiao.

Fang Lan was silent for a while before saying: "Little Xiao is soft-natured, although he can be regarded as soft on the outside and firm on the inside, but since childhood, he has suffered a lot of grievances, and his requirements for happiness have become lower."

"Maybe she said something to you, or maybe there is an agreement between you. Auntie can't control it, and she doesn't have the ability. However, Auntie still wants to ask you one thing."

Lin An nodded silently.

"Don't bully her." Fang Lan stared at Lin An's eyes carefully, trying to find the slightest bit of guilt or unnaturalness.

But Lin An's pair|eyes are calm like a pool of stagnant water, and you can't see the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Young people today are amazing.

Fang Lan sighed inwardly, such a powerful boy, how can that little idiot Yin Xiaoxiao handle it? Aren't they just going to be eaten to death?

"She's a poor mother like me. This life has been pathetic enough. Now that I'm here, I only have one wish."

"I want her to be happy."

"Let's not talk about being rich and noble, we are not worthy of that. It's simple, just let her have someone to love."

"She is very good. If you bully her, she will only dare to cry alone | secretly cry alone."

"So, can you promise Auntie not to bully her?"

Lin An listened to Fang Lan's words, and there was a big look like she was desperately ill and went to the doctor, and she hurried to care for the orphan before she died.

Maybe if it takes time, Fang Lan will spend more time examining Lin An's personality and personality, but...

Fang Lan looked at Lin An and nodded earnestly, sighed, leaned her head back, and said in a low voice, "Auntie knows that her body is getting worse every day."

"Xiao Xiao has never brought friends to the house, you are the first one."

Fang Lan muttered to herself: "From this aspect, at least Xiaoxiao should be quite satisfied with you."

"At least, I don't think you are a bad person. So, don't let her down, don't let her down."

Hearing this, Lin An said, "I will do my best to take care of her."

Since Fang Lan looked like he was entrusting the funeral, he naturally had to respond.

Lin An said seriously: "I can't guarantee how well I can do. After all, no one can tell what will happen in the future. But I can promise you that I will do my best to protect her."

Fang Lan looked at his expression, and after a while, she smiled softly: "Auntie believes you."

Lin An knew that she might still have a lot of anxiety in her heart.

But Lin An couldn't prove anything, so he could only be serious again and said, "Whether it's a friend or something else, since I said it, I will definitely do it."

"Little is important to me, no matter what it means."

Although Lin An's words are a bit of a steal, it is also what he really thinks in his heart. If the doomsday really comes, Yin Xiaoxiao's ability is really amazing. For his survival, it is not an exaggeration to say that the last sentence is very important. .

And aside from the question of ability, purely in terms of feelings, if he can, he is also willing to protect this poor girl for as long as possible, preferably for a lifetime.

If he can protect Yin Xiaoxiao for the past life, doesn't it mean that he has finally defeated the end?

"Well." Fang Lan gave a heavy hum, and then smiled: "That's good, that's good."

She sat up reluctantly, looked at Lin An, and said, "Xiaoxiao wants to take me to the hospital, and I'm willing to go for an examination, even if it's just for her peace of mind."

"But hospitalization or something, it's really, forget it." As she spoke, the pain and weakness on her expression, as well as the look of decay, made Lin An know that she was really relying on willpower to support her. .

Fang Lan looked at her hut and looked at every outdated decoration in this room. Her eyes were filled with memories of the past. She said softly, "I want to die here, my home."

"I'm dying, I don't want to be cured, I can be cured, but I don't want to be cured." She said softly, her expression relieved and exhausted.

Lin An was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Listen to you."

He could see that Fang Lan was determined to die, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe she would let the disease take her away and die safely.

And this... maybe because of myself.

Fang Lan didn't want Yin Xiaoxiao to be burdened and become a burden, and she didn't want to make herself a 'handle', so that Yin Xiaoxiao would entrust herself casually and treat her happiness as a child's play because of a dying mother.

maternal love.

What a simple, yet complex word. *

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