The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

The old man was startled and turned around. Seeing that it was his unreliable nephew, he rolled his eyes at Ning Qiang and motioned him to push the wheelchair.

Ning Qiang looked at the door of the inner room and said in a low voice:

"What did you hear?"

The old man looked at him calmly, his eyes were not stern, but Ning Qiang still felt the pressure doubled.

He muttered, "I won't ask anymore. It's okay if I don't ask anymore."

The old man closed his eyes tiredly. It had been 37 years. He had gone from hope to disappointment, and his energy was gradually exhausted. He no longer expected to see Xiaoqian wake up before closing his eyes. Amidst the great sorrow and joy, the end was approaching, and he felt powerless.

Fortunately, the next generation of the Ning family can stand on their own feet, so he can rest assured and relieve himself of the heavy responsibility.

The sound of the door opening and Zuo Ling pushing the woman out from the inner room made the old man suddenly alert.

Everyone in the banquet hall was waiting anxiously, but they didn't show any emotion on their faces.

With the sound of soft music, two wheelchairs appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall, one in front of the other.

Everyone stood up and applauded in unison.

The old man and the middle-aged man who had scolded Zuo Ling earlier were acting as if they had seen a ghost. She, she...what was her relationship with Old Ning?

Ning Qiang was seen pushing the groom and Zuo Ling was pushing the bride, slowly approaching.

Waterfall, nestled in Xiaohao's arms, excitedly wanted to jump towards Zuoling, but was held down by Xiaohao.

Gou Zi took two steps towards Zuo Ling, turned his head to look at the two brothers, and when he saw that they did not react, he retreated tactfully.

The little wolf looked confused. What was the woman doing? Why wasn't she with us?

The wedding process was quite simple. Ning Qiang and Zuo Ling, one representing the man and the other representing the woman, handed each other the marriage certificate according to ancient customs.

Zuo Ling noticed that the host did not mention her mother's name in his congratulatory speech. He only said that it was Mr. Ning's wedding and asked us to congratulate the two newlyweds together.

It is definitely not that the old man forgot such an important link. There must be a reason why the person who has been in a coma for 37 years was not even mentioned by name.

Zuo Ling was shocked to realize that she had forgotten to ask her mother's full name.

Not only did she discover it, but many guests also discovered it and were curious about it, trying to see through the veil to see what the person behind the veil looked like and which family she came from.

The old man and Ning Qiang were unaware.

The groom put the wedding ring on the bride's finger, but the bride didn't even have the strength to put the ring on the groom. In the end, Zuo Ling grabbed her mother's hand and put the ring on the old woman.

It was a simple ceremony, and the woman was so tired that she was slightly out of breath.

After the main ceremony, the old man felt relaxed and took the microphone, saying with a smile:

"Thank you all for coming to our wedding. The drinks are simple and we apologize for the inconvenience. My husband and I are not in good health, so we will not accompany you. Please enjoy your meal."

Not only were the drinks simple, the ceremony was also simple enough. It only took about 10 minutes in total.

All the painstaking preparations for the wedding venue, just for ten minutes of hasty work?

Haha, this is only the Ning family, they dare to ignore the cost.

Some people complained in private, but no one dared to show it, and they had to smile and say:

"Your health is important, please take care of yourself."

"It is a blessing for us to be able to witness your wedding. Your health is the most important thing. Please do as you please."

"..."

When leaving the stage, the old man and the middle-aged man who had a conflict with Zuo Ling squeezed up and said a few words of blessing to the old man, which made Zuo Ling smile.

The old man never looked at Pei Nansheng's table from beginning to end, as if they didn't exist.

Zuo Ling found it funny. The old man hated his scumbag father, and he hated all the Ding family members as well.

After the wedding banquet, Zuo Ling had no reason to stay and was thinking about leaving early the next morning.

In the early morning, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Zuo Ling was worried and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Just as she closed her eyes, she was awakened by a knock on the door, her heart pounding.

What was supposed to come, finally came.

In the bright red wedding room, the woman, still in her bridal attire, lay peacefully on the bed, as if she were asleep.

The old man held the woman's hand with a gentle and affectionate look in his eyes.

Hearing footsteps, he looked towards Zuo Ling and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Qian is gone, and the one she can't let go of the most is you. You haven't called her mom yet, right?"

Zuo Ling thought she wouldn't cry, but when that moment really came, tears welled up in her eyes. She drooped her eyelids and forced the tears back.

"Forget it, she didn't force you, why should I be the bad guy."

The old man quickly compromised, and with difficulty found a comfortable position on the back of the chair, took a breath, and said:

"I don't have any children. Please give us a ride. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zuo Ling's mind was in a mess. She heard what the old man said, but it seemed as if she didn't hear it.

He looked at the woman like a wandering soul, unable to think of anything.

The mother and daughter met again after 37 years. She could not feel any mother-daughter feelings for the woman, but she was the flesh and blood that fell from the woman's body. When the woman left, it was like the kite that was holding her heart had its string broken and could never be found again.

I opened my mouth, but the word "mother" seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and I couldn't utter it.

After a long time, there was a noise outside the door. When Zuo Ling regained consciousness, he discovered that the old man's head was tilted to one side and had not moved for a long time.

She wanted to walk over, but her body felt like it was filled with lead and she couldn't move her legs.

Ning Qiang pushed the door open and saw that something was wrong with the old man. He called out, "Uncle."

I sniffed the old man's breath and there was no trace of heat.

My uncle...is gone.

Ning Qiang was sad for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

He said to Zuo Ling: "The news of the two elders' passing away will be kept secret for a few days. I hope you can understand."

Zuo Ling naturally understood that big families all have some secrets that cannot be revealed to outsiders.

Three nights later, on a deserted island.

The bodies of the old man and the woman were burned to ashes in the raging fire, and their ashes were placed in an urn and sunk into the sea.

Zuo Ling and Ning Qiang sat by the brazier and burned some paper money for the two elders.

Ning Qiang was fully prepared, with paper clothes, pots and pans, kitchen cabinets, sofas, color TVs, washing machines, air conditioners... everything you could think of.

The most exaggerated one is two cars, two airplanes and two yachts.

Seeing these exquisitely crafted models, my sadness was alleviated.

The firelight at night is softer than that in the day, and accompanied by the sound of the waves, my heart calms down.

"You are my uncle's stepdaughter, so you are half a Ning family member. Do you want to stay? You see, the base of my Ning family is no worse than that of the Bai family."

Zuo Ling was not surprised by Ning Qiang's invitation, but the pitiful relationship that Ning Qiang mentioned was not enough to make her stay.

"What's her name?"

"Who?" Ning Qiang didn't react for a moment.

"That woman."

Ning Qiang didn't find it strange that Zuo Ling called her mother 'that woman'.

In his heart, Zuo Ling was cruel and ruthless. He would be surprised if Zuo Ling called him "mother" all the time.

"You didn't know? They didn't tell you?"

Here it comes again, and again, “Who are they?”

Ning Qiang laughed loudly, "I thought...haha, I thought..."

Zuo Ling looked at him coldly, which made Ning Qiang unable to laugh.

"Stay, and I'll tell you."

"Say it or not, I'll know it sooner or later."

The flames flickered, and as a model airplane burned out, Ning Qiang asked again, "I just don't understand, what's so good about that place that you have to go back to?"

Zuo Ling said nothing. She didn't think there was anything good about it, but she had to find a place to stay.

"What's her last name?"

Zuo Ling changed the way he asked the question. After the woman left, his brain reacted much slower and he didn't realize at all that his name was almost the same as his last name.

Ning Qiang didn't remind him and repeated: "If you stay, I will tell you."

There was a moment of silence, then Zuo Ling suddenly said:

"You and your uncle both mentioned them. These "they" must be people I know. I don't know many people, just a few in total, which means they are among the people I know."

She stared into Ning Qiang's eyes, and Ning Qiang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh, I guessed right, she is... Bai, Lin, Li, or Mei's family?"

Ning Qiang didn't react much, but his hands tightened unconsciously.

Zuo Ling smiled:

"I guessed right. Back then, when I went to Shuzhou, Bai Hongwei inexplicably gave me two pistols and 2 rounds of ammunition. At the time, I thought he and I were getting along, but now it seems there's something else going on."

Ning Qiang kept smiling, but only he knew how stiff his smile was.

"Bai family?" Zuo Ling asked.

Ning Qiang blinked, "Guess."

Zuo Ling continued his train of thought:

"I negotiated with Chief Mei, and the look in his eyes at that time made me think that he must know me, otherwise he would not have easily traded military supplies like submarines to me. The Li and Lin families have not contacted me so far. So..."

She stretched out her voice: "She is either from the Bai family or the Mei family."

She stared at Ning Qiang without blinking, and Ning Qiang could hardly maintain his fake smile.

"Oh, I don't care who she is, or what family she comes from. I can live well without relying on any family. I'm only asking for an answer out of curiosity."

He put a small chair in the brazier and stirred it twice. The paper ashes were blown up by the wind and flew farther and farther away.

Xiao Hao, who was standing by, asked his brother quietly:

"Brother, guess which family my sister's mother came from?"

Pei Nansheng's eyes flickered. Before the end of the world, the Mei family remained neutral and did not participate in the fight among the seven families, while the Bai family clashed with the Ding family from time to time. Were the two families really just fighting for interests?

"I guess it's the Bai family."

"Why?" Xiao Hao became interested.

"Guess."