The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Yang Chengang was just happy to help others win a million-dollar business, "Tell me, what's the matter? If I can handle it, I won't shirk it."

Zuo Ling made a gesture, "I want to buy something to protect myself and my life. Does Brother Yang have any?"

Yang Chengang was silent for a moment and said:

"It's understandable to take some life-saving things to the North Pole. Even if I have them, why would you take them out of the country?"

There was a door, Zuo Ling's eyes lit up.

"Just tell me if you can get it?"

Yang Chengang shook his head:

"Yes, I don't dare to give it to you. However, there are a few suitable for little girls. As long as you don't run into extremely vicious people, it will be of some use."

Zuo Ling was a little disappointed.

She is an ordinary person, and in a country with gun control, it is difficult to get things done.

Why! As long as it works, it's better than nothing.

"Anything?"

"It's hard to say. Come to my store when you have free time. I'll show you a few things. You'll know after you see them."

"Okay, I'll definitely go when I'm done."

"Give me your phone number before you go."

Yang Chengang had done Zuo Ling a lot of favors. To express his gratitude, he gave him two large watermelons.

Yang Chengang didn't lack this thing. What was rare was that the little girl had the heart to accept it happily.

After all the goods were put into the space, Zuo Ling locked the door and drove back to Yan Town.

The road between Kyoto and Yanzhen is always busy.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Zuo Ling got home.

Turn on the water heater and lie down on the sofa tiredly.

The empty home was cold and lonely, and Zuo Ling suddenly felt like crying.

Not going home, not wanting to.

When I get home, I remember that I am alone, and only one person!

Except for grandma, no one in the world cares whether she is hot or cold, whether she has enough food and clothing, or whether she is tired.

Crying, no one is watching, no one is listening, no one is comforting, the tears are instantly withdrawn from the bottom of my heart.

Take a shower, put a change of clothes into the washing machine, turn it on, and set it to overnight washing mode.

go to bed.

I thought I would have nightmares again and again, but I slept until past 10 o'clock in the morning.

Open your eyes, there is sunshine in the room.

He took a long stretch and patted himself: "Good morning, Zuo Ling."

Get up and hang the laundry on the balcony.

After washing up, it’s still early.

I made potato pancakes, stir-fried green chrysanthemums, cooked a pot of golden corn grits porridge, and paired it with a plate of braised beef. They ate deliciously under the bright sunshine in the house.

After returning from rebirth, every day seems to be running like clockwork. It is rare to have such leisurely time.

After eating, I didn't want to clean up the dishes, so I sat lazily in the sun. My body was warm and comfortable, and I didn't want to move.

Drowsily, I fell asleep unconsciously.彡彡訁凊

It wasn't until the alarm kept ringing that Zuo Ling woke up.

13 points.

Only those who have experienced the end of the world know how fascinating it is to sleep in the sunshine without any worries.

I quickly washed the dishes, tidied up briefly and went out.

She made an appointment with Ding Jiaojiao at a tea bar not far from home.

The tea bar is not big, with 6 booths inside.

I have passed by the tea bar several times and it is rarely full. I was once curious about how a tea bar could make money with so many booths.

In her previous life, she had made an appointment with Ding Jiaojiao at this tea bar.

Just like in the previous life, there is a sign in front of the tea bar saying it is closed today.

It's a lie that he went out of business, but it's true that he was hired by Ding Jiaojiao.

Zuo Ling sneered, Ding Jiaojiao never forgets to look like a reclusive family wherever she goes.

Through the large glass window, I saw Ding Jiaojiao talking to the man next to her.

Pushing the door open, you are greeted by soothing and soft music, a faint fragrance, and an antique charm.

I have to praise that the tea bar is indeed a good place to talk about love and affairs.

Seeing Zuo Ling, Ding Jiaojiao sat motionless, raised her hand to greet Zuo Ling, and forced out a sweet smile:

"Zuo Ling."

The man who came with Ding Jiaojiao stood up, smiled and nodded at Zuo Ling.

Ding Jiaojiao made a gesture and said warmly: "Sit down, do whatever you want."

From a distance, it looks like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

With a faint smile, Zuo Ling gestured slightly and sat down generously.

Sportswear, sneakers, no makeup, and a casual bun on her head.

Ding Jiaojiao looked at Zuo Ling, and Zuo Ling also looked at Ding Jiaojiao.

Fitted dress, low-key luxury jewelry, valuable handbag, light and delicate makeup.

Meeting Ding Jiaojiao for the first time in his previous life, Zuo Ling was intimidated by Ding Jiaojiao's aura.

Just when Zheng Ming fell in love with a rich woman, he filed for divorce with her.

The appearance of Ding Jiaojiao made up for her low self-esteem in life, and she had undue delusions about the Ding family.

With a sweet smile, Ding Jiaojiao stretched out her hand: "Let me formally meet you. My name is Ding Jiaojiao."

Zuo Ling shook his head lightly and said, "Zuo Ling."

Zuo Ling's coldness made Ding Jiaojiao frown, but she covered it up well.

She held the man's arm affectionately and continued the introduction:

"He is our brother, Pei Nansheng."

Zuo Ling pretended to be confused: "Brother? Why don't you have the same last name?"

Pei Nansheng kept his eyebrows unchanged, poured Zuo Ling a cup of tea, smiled and said: "Fruit tea, it's okay for me to drink, you can try it."

On the contrary, Ding Jiaojiao was a little embarrassed: "Brother follows the mother's nature."

Zuo Ling raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly: "Your mother's surname is Pei?"

Ding Jiaojiao coughed twice: "Ah... no, no, my brother and I are not the same mother."

Zuo Ling raised his voice:

"Oh, that is to say, the man who may be my father is a planter who doesn't care about the soil."

Phew, Pei Nansheng laughed out loud.

Ding Jiaojiao's face turned red and she said angrily: "You, why do you say that about father?"

Zuo Ling shrugged and spread his hands:

"Am I wrong? According to you, you, me, and him are all the father's children. Three people, three mothers, not a seeder, what are they?"

She stretched her neck in the direction of Ding Jiaojiao and whispered:

"Besides the three of us, are there other children who...were not born to the same mother?"

Ding Jiaojiao looked embarrassed

Pei Nan was very happy and took the initiative to explain Zuo Ling's doubts:

"Yes, as far as I know, we have a half-brother. I don't know if there is one who has not been found."

"Pei Nansheng!"

Ding Jiaojiao glared at Pei Nansheng.

Pei Nansheng leaned lazily on the back of his chair:

"Why, you called me by name, don't call me brother. Didn't you say we are a family? It's not easy to find a sister. Of course I know everything and tell you everything."

Zuo Ling was quite emotional when she saw Pei Nansheng again, her half-brother.

In her previous life, she had great expectations for the Ding family and would not talk about her biological father's privacy, so there was no current dialogue.

Naturally, they didn't know that Pei Nansheng was dissatisfied with their father.

In order to protect her large storage room, the Ding family did not dare to go too far, at least until the moment before she died.

She didn't live like ordinary people, living without clothes or food.

But because he was so well protected, he didn't learn the skills to deal with the apocalyptic disaster.

Her ability to survive in the end of the world is almost non-existent.

To express her gratitude, she thanked Pei Nansheng.

For some unknown reason, he intentionally or unintentionally taught her a set of female self-defense techniques.

It is precisely because of this unique set of self-defense skills for women that she will not be at a loss when she returns.

I heard that Pei Nansheng returned to the Ding family when he was 7 years old.

I don't know why, but I have always followed my maternal instincts and refused to change my name.

"Haha, that's it. Then when I call him a seeder, that's right. That's right. What's wrong?"

Such an opening caught Ding Jiaojiao off guard, and she didn't know what to say.

Zuo Ling attacked their father when he came up. Pei Nansheng was surprised and couldn't help but become somewhat interested in Zuo Ling.

"My father is an elder, how can I be disrespectful and make fun of him!"

Ding Jiaojiao scolded with an air of air.

Zuo Ling knew that Ding Jiaojiao's cell phone was on and their conversation was transmitted thousands of miles away.

She didn't care, she just wanted them to hear.

He leaned back and said with a meaningless expression:

"Elders? Humph, I have lived for 28 years. I have seen all my elders. There is no elder with four children and four mothers. Oh, no, maybe... maybe, five, six, seven, eight children, five, six, seven, eight mothers. elders."

The person on the other end of the phone had an angry expression on his face.

Pei Nansheng tried hard to control his facial expression so as not to laugh too cheerfully.

"Zuo Ling, I know you are angry. My father did not abandon you intentionally. There was a reason..."

Before Ding Jiaojiao finished speaking, Zuo Ling made a pause gesture:

"Stop, no need to make excuses. Tell me, what do you want from me?"