The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

Gu Xingge felt cold all over. In this quiet and desolate night, he couldn't find anything to keep him warm, so he could only hide himself deeper and deeper under the quilt.

He hasn't recovered much of his memory now. When he recovers more and more later, maybe he will be able to understand everything that happened to him.

The quilt in the room covered Gu Xingge's head. Gu Xingge's breathing was rapid and confused.

He felt a sense of fear.

A fear of not knowing what to do after facing all the truth.

Gu Xingge clenched his fingertips and told himself again.

"I told my brother so many times that I wanted to restore my memory..."

"Since there is fear deep in my heart, there must be a very important part in the memory..."

Living in confusion and ignorance can certainly be safe. But the danger will not disappear just because of memory.

But knowing everything soberly, and looking at the guillotine that doesn't know when it will fall, is equally terrifying.

Facing this weight of the same weight, Gu Xingge closed his eyes and trembled. Even though he was scared to death, he still showed a little bit of stubbornness, just like the little reverse feather he waved a long time ago, against People say they don’t know how to be a wife.

At this time, he whispered softly, and his breath was sweet and hazy in the black quilt.

"Since we are all going to die, I'd better choose to be a sensible person."

The next day, Gu Xingge heard a lot of discussions while eating.

"Did you hear that? The handsome young man who was in our base before occupied a small base and established an Arctic base..."

"I know, this small base. It's just that there are so many small bases springing up now, they might be gone the next day."

This is not alarmist, this is the current situation of war in the apocalypse.

Gu Xingge picked up the noodles blankly and swallowed them with difficulty with his eyes closed.

"Arctic base...Arctic base..." Gu Xingge chewed on these two words repeatedly, and the urgent and familiar feeling made Gu Xingge feel uncomfortable.

It was rare for him not to feel aggrieved by the discomfort - because it was in such an uncomfortable state that he recovered the first part of his memory last time.

He felt as if he was regaining his memory.

"How are you recovering recently?" In the evening, Gu Heng brought a glass of milk to Gu Xingge. After staring at Gu Xingge and finishing his drink, he rubbed the young man's head and asked warmly like an elder.

Gu Xingge opened his mouth, his expression a little depressed, and the gentle dependence on him in his eyes did not dissipate.

He said: "Brother, you know all my physical parameters."

The young man looked at him with clear eyes and hummed softly: "Shouldn't you be the one to tell me when I will recover?"

Gu Xingge really thought so. He felt that there was something wrong with his memory. Gu Xingge faced his brother, but he subconsciously did not place any wrongdoing or suspicion on him.

Gu Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, it is indeed my time to tell you."

He handed the tissue to the boy. After the boy wiped the milk around his mouth, the brother said to Gu Xingge, "I think your memory should be restored soon."

It feels like words to coax a child.

Gu Xingge couldn't help but be happy.

Until a month later, when he was holding the milk given by his brother and felt unhappy and didn't want to drink it.

The elder brother rubbed his head again and said, "I know you are in a hurry, but your physical data are all normal now. Relax, you will definitely be fine."

Gu Xingge pursed his lips, glanced at his brother, and said lazily, "Okay then."

After a pause, Gu Xingge asked again: "Brother, I want to hear a story. Can you tell me a story?"

Feeling that he was a little embarrassed, he said, "Ah, forget it, no more stories, brother, I want you to chat with me."

Gu Heng dragged a chair over and sat at the head of the bed. He glanced at the young man and said with a smile, "Let's chat then."

The young man's eyes lit up and he asked enthusiastically: "Brother, do you think there is a god in this world?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Heng, who was immediately stunned, said, "..."

Gu Xingge saw that his brother's calm and kind face was stained with a strange color. His brother lowered his eyes and stared at him with a smile: "Why did you suddenly think of asking this question?"