The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The three of them walked through the winding stairs and arrived at the unit floor.

There are things piled up everywhere in the house, which looks a bit messy. Children's picture books and toys add a touch of fireworks.

Si Ziqian dug out a medical kit from a pile of sundries and handed it over. He smiled a little shyly and said, "Treat your friend's wound. Just call me Zi Qian."

Shi Han helped the boy sit on the sofa and picked up the cotton swab dipped in iodine.

"Just tell me if it hurts."

Song Jiu coughed a few times and nodded to show that he understood.

The boy's skin was very white, so white that it reflected light, so the deep scars on his neck were very dazzling, and the edges of the scars were slightly swollen. Fortunately, the skin was not broken, so it looked scary.

The man lowered his eyes, feeling a little bit of pain in his heart.

The movements of his hands became more and more gentle.

Shi Han was only concentrating on applying the medicine, and didn't realize that the two people were now very close to each other. From the perspective of onlookers, the atmosphere was indeed a bit ambiguous.

Si Ziqian sat opposite, supported the clumsy frame, and watched quietly as the two of them finished applying the medicine.

"Can I pick it up and take a look?" Song Jiu pointed to the dusty family portrait on the coffee table and looked over with clean eyes.

The eyes are clear in black and white, as if you can see the bottom at a glance.

There is no pity or pity in it, but only clarity.

A very beautiful pair of eyes.

Si Ziqian thought silently and nodded.

With the permission of the owner of the photo frame, Song Jiu reached out and carefully picked up the photo frame.

Wiping away the dust bit by bit with your hands, the originally blurry photo revealed its true appearance.

Blue sky and white clouds, with the endless sea behind them, four people stood on the golden beach, a middle-aged couple, a young man who looked like he had just turned twenty, and a chubby little boy holding a A lollipop.

Everyone has a smile on their face, a warm and happy family.

Song Jiu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Eyebrows crooked.

Look serious and focused.

"The water overflowed." A faint voice suddenly brought Si Ziqian, who was pouring hot water, back to his senses. He lowered his head and realized that the teacup on the table was full. He quickly raised the teapot in his hand: "Sorry, sorry, let you What a joke.”

The water on the table was flowing everywhere.

Maybe it was because he had been saved by the person in front of him, or maybe it was because the man did not look aggressive, but Song Jiu did not reject his existence.

Song Jiu put the photo back, took the teapot from his hand, and asked with some concern: "Did you burn your hands? Brother Ziqian, you'd better sit down, I'll do it."

"I haven't thanked Brother Ziqian for saving my life."

"Is the little boy in that photo your brother? He's so cute and well-behaved."

The one-armed man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, his expression dimmed a bit: "Thank you for your compliment. My brother loved beautiful brothers and sisters the most when he was alive. If he were still alive, he would always stick to you and cry for your hugs."

The little boy in the photo was white and chubby, smiling like a warm little sun. He was very cute. Song Jiu thought it was cute, so he praised it sincerely. He didn't expect to get this result.

I was stunned at the moment.

The decoration of this room is very warm, and it seems that the owner has carefully decorated it. Before the end of the world, there was a happy family, but now only the man is left.

The man sat on the chair, lowering his head slightly. Behind him was the darkness and silence like a tomb.

Looking at this scene, Song Jiu couldn't help but think of himself.

The lover who went out to look for supplies never came back on an ordinary afternoon. He was also like this, huddled in the darkness alone, looking at the door with eyesore, waiting all day long.

The hut that once held beautiful memories turned into a man-eating monster, slowly devouring him.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the young man looked a little at a loss.

Si Ziqian smiled and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, it's been so long anyway, I've long forgotten about it."

Although he said this, the eyes under the lenses were slightly moist.

A clean white tissue was handed in front of him.

The young man spoke with a smile on his face and a gentle voice.

"Don't be sad. I believe such a cute little angel will have a lot of fun in heaven, eating sweet lollipops and playing with her friends."

"He doesn't want his brother to cry all the time."

Si Ziqian looked at the tissue in front of him and was stunned for a second, then took it and thanked him again.

Wiped away tears.

He smiled and said, "Come, drink some water, and I'll get you some bread."

The man stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Shi Han picked it up and smelled it. It had no taste. He took a sip and said, "Xiaojiu, if your throat is hurt, you should speak less. Don't let the root cause of the disease fall."

Song Jiu looked into Brother Shi's eyes and nodded.

Very nice.

Shi Han's face softened and he put his big hands on the furry head with fondness in his eyes.

The two of them rested in a hurry after dinner. Since there were many rooms, they slept separately, but there was only a wall between them. If something happened, they would be aware of it.

Therefore, Shi Han felt free to let Song Jiu sleep alone.

……

A strange roar came from a dark room, like the sharp cry of a child or the sound of a zombie chewing bones.

"Shh, be good, brother, and don't worry yet. Two fat sheep are here today. I'll give you a full meal in a little while."

"But be good now and don't wake up the little sheep..."

The man spoke softly, his voice humming like a demon from hell, and the thick lenses reflected blood.

In front of him was a little zombie, about the height of a five-year-old child, with withered limbs chained to an iron chair, with bright red pupils and drooling mouth.

His dry paws tightly grasped a colorful lollipop.

As if he understood the man's words, the little zombie stopped hissing and became quiet.

The man smiled lowly: "You're so good, I'll reward you with a candy."

He took out a nuclear crystal emitting golden light from his pocket, which he collected from the female zombie's brain, and threw it away.

The little zombie caught it in one gulp and chewed it with sharp teeth, as if he were really eating candy.

Behind it lay a mountain of skeletons.

……

Song Jiu got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw a dark figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

One of the sleeves is empty, which is very recognizable.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he asked, "Brother Ziqian, what's on your mind? You're still up so late. If you stay up late, you'll be very uncomfortable the next day."

The figure on the sofa didn't move, and just replied lightly: "Can't sleep."

There was obviously no ups and downs in his tone, but Song Jiu felt that it was full of endless sadness. He walked to the man and sat down, and a faint smell of blood suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose.

He looked over worriedly: "Is Brother Ziqian injured?"

The man twitched the corner of his mouth with an unnatural expression and replied: "I accidentally made a small cut with a knife. It has been bandaged. It's nothing serious."

Song Jiu nodded.

After hesitating for a while, he said hesitantly.

"How about you go to Dawn Base with us? There are many humans who have survived the apocalypse there. Although the base's defenses may not be perfect yet, people need to encourage each other to survive."

The man didn't answer. He only wore a thin T-shirt and shivered from the cold.

Song Jiu pursed his lips, took off the thick blanket and put it on him: "I know the pain of losing a loved one, but as long as people are alive, there is hope."

Yes, there is still hope for people while they are alive.

Song Jiu repeated it silently in his heart. These words were not only meant for others, but also for himself.

"Brother Ziqian, please go to bed early. I will go back to the room first. You should also rest early."

"Okay." The man replied.

If Song Jiu turned around, he would see that face in the darkness, expressionless.