Ango

The sun is out!

Song Lin's eyes stared straight at the sun, and soon burst into tears.

No one is around.

He struggled to get off the bed, and as soon as he walked to the living room, he saw Zheng Xuan's reclining chair that he had moved out of nowhere, lying on it and basking in the sun.

"That was the day I met you."

Song Lin walked over, stood beside him, stretched out a hand, and let the sun shine through the fingers, revealing a faint blood red.

The stagnant water in the community, under the sunlight, reflects the dots of light.

"One month," Zheng Xuan turned his head and glanced at him, "It's been a month since we met."

"You remember!" Song Lin leaned against the bay window, looking at this beautiful empty city, with a slight arc of his mouth.

Comfortable houses, stale air, everything seems to keep them.Zheng Xuan moved the things they needed to the parking lot, and Song Lin restored the family's bed to the way it was before they came.

Hope this family has a chance to go home!

Song Lin folded the thank you note and carefully placed it by the bedside.

Before closing the door, he couldn't help but take another look, and finally lowered his eyes and closed the door silently.

The longing for home may have penetrated into a person's blood since birth. Even if the soul cannot rest, he still hopes to have a place to lead his body and obtain a short sleep.

But Song Lin has nothing.Be it the soul or the body.

He is a true vagabond.

"We don't have enough gas," Song Lin sat back in the driver's seat and told Zheng Xuan to fasten his seat belt. "There is nothing we can do now, we can only walk along the road and look for it."

Zheng Xuan nodded to express his understanding.

The sun was shining brightly, but the temperature became even colder. The "convertible car" was ventilated all the way, and Song Lin sneezed several times.

"Do you want another dress?"

Zheng Xuan frowned.

"No, it should have taken a cold shower the night before."

Song Lin looked at the street in front of him and sniffed. It was true that nothing happened, and Zheng Xuan didn't insist.

Unexpectedly, the next day, after they left here and came to another abandoned city, Song Lin's condition suddenly worsened.

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Lin was lying on the flattened seat, his face was pale, and he was coughing hard, as if he was about to spit out something.

As soon as he opened his eyes this morning, he felt that the world was spinning, and the whole world was distorted.

"Is it... X virus?"

Zheng Xuan was on the side, her voice trembling.

"No, no... cough, cough," Song Lin waved his hands vigorously. Although he was in a daze, he still heard Zheng Xuan's words.Song Lin's voice was as if it had been burned, and he was speechless, "I have antibodies..."

There are antibodies.Zheng Xuan calmed himself down, it was a common cold.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Song Lin's forehead, it was so hot.

Song Lin suddenly held the hand he withdrew. He was probably burnt out, and felt that the hand was cold, so he pulled the hand to his forehead again, and sighed contentedly.

Zheng Xuan looked at his face with deep eyes.

Illness comes like a mountain!

"I'll get you some water."

He wanted to pull his hand back, but the man was still holding on tightly, Zheng Xuan was suddenly a little reluctant to pull his hand.

"Song Lin..."

However, reason still told him that what this person urgently needed now was not his hand.

"Song Lin!"

Zheng Xuan changed his stern tone, and after a while, Song Lin narrowed his eyes, glanced at him, and let go of his hand aggrieved.

Zheng Xuan sighed.

like a child.

He took the thickest quilt from the back seat, wrapped Song Lin into a cocoon, and brought two bottles of water, one to drink and the other to put on his forehead to cool him down.

The conditions are tough, and I hope this person gets better soon.Zheng Xuan sighed again.

Winter has come, Zheng Xuan turned on the air conditioner in the car, looked at the people lying beside him; should people with fever... drink more hot water?

The city looked like it had been bombed, and there was hardly a complete building in sight. Zheng Xuan squatted at the door of the car, rubbed his hands on the side of the pot a few times, and stared at the water in the pot in a daze.

The advantage of the abandoned city is that it is easy to build a simple stove.

He put his hand on the side of the pot to measure the temperature, his hand was too cold, it was hot no matter how he touched it, Zheng Xuan waited for a while, and took a sip by himself; it was just right, it was a bit hot but drinkable.

So he took the pot to feed the people in the car.

Song Lin was almost in a coma, but he was still humming unconsciously. He wanted to pass out, but it didn't have to be like now. His whole brain seemed to be filled with lead, and he would die if he moved it. It was extremely uncomfortable.Zheng Xuan saw that his lips were pale and dry, so she reached out her hand, as if she wanted to touch the corner of his lips.

But he immediately withdrew his hand again.

"Want to drink water?"

Song Lin really wanted to say "I want to", but he couldn't say it. He also wanted to sit up, but in the end he just turned around.

Fortunately, Zheng Xuan also had a tacit understanding with him, and went to pull him up.

"It's a little hot."

Song Lin lowered his head and drank in small sips. Maybe his temperature was too high, and he felt that the temperature was just right.

"You're so cool."

He muttered, Zheng Xuan just came in from the outside, and Song Lin rubbed against his body in the air-conditioning.

"You need to be warm."

Zheng Xuan hurriedly wrapped him back into the quilt again, her heart beating a little faster.Looking at the unconscious Song Lin, he could only shake his head in the end.

Another morning, a few snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the world with a thin layer of frost and snow.Zheng Xuan was squatting in the corner of the wall, waiting for the water to boil, the snow fell delicately, but it still dyed his shoulders white.

Lying in the car, Song Lin opened his eyes and struggled to get out of the bed. He didn't know where he was for a while, Zheng Xuan brought in the boiled water, and seeing that he was awake, he couldn't help feeling pleasantly surprised.

On the face, he remained calm.

"Drink some hot water."

The south was damp and cold, and Zheng Xuan had chilblains on his hands, which were red. Song Lin stared at his hands without moving for a while.

"what happened?"

Zheng Xuan was afraid that he would be stupid; Song Lin had just woken up from his dream.

"I, cough cough..." The voice was a male duck's voice, "How many days have you slept?"

"It's only two days, today is the third day."

"Oh……"

Song Lin took the pot and took a big gulp. It was a little hot, and his eyes immediately fogged up.

"I still have a low fever."

Zheng Xuan put one hand on his forehead, touched his own with the other, and nodded.

His two days of hard work were finally not in vain.

Song Lin was stunned for a while, then gave him a smile,

"Thank you."

After sitting for less than an hour, he started to feel sleepy again. Before Zheng Xuan called out, he wrapped up the quilt consciously and went to sleep.

After sleeping this time, it should be completely fine.

After extinguishing the fire, Zheng Xuan narrowed his eyes suddenly.

Their car was parked in a downwind place, with a two-story building above it, which was used to keep out the wind. Zheng Xuan heard the sound of stones rolling down.

anyone?

He flashed back into the car and pulled out his pistol.Song Lin slept soundly, he didn't want to disturb him, so he quietly leaned back against the wall.

In Zheng Xuan's eyes, people are terrible, and he will never repay any luck.

Song Rin is also scary.

The seven bullets in □□ are full, Zheng Xuan took the time to confirm.

"Bang" sound.

The target was Zheng Xuan by the wall, but luckily he flashed ahead of time.

really!His heart sank, he looked at the bullet marks on the side of his head, shooting was a killer move, it was really merciless!He didn't know how many people there were, but the other party had already occupied the high ground, and the situation was not good for them.

Song Lin was still in the car, he couldn't run away, and the other party must have come for their supplies, and running away was exactly what the other party wanted.

But...even if he couldn't save the car in the end, he wouldn't let these people take advantage of it for nothing.

He missed a shot over there, but he didn't continue, and fell silent.

Not enough bullets?only one person……

Zheng Xuan moved while guessing. He was a short distance away from the car door, but he knew that as long as he tried to get into the car, he would be shot.

He simply climbed over the wall and entered the collapsed building, during which the opponent wasted two more bullets.

Zheng Xuan quickly glanced at the environment here. The walls are black after being smoked, and there are many tables and chairs. I don't know what they were used for before.

The other party is on the second floor.

There are no stairs between the first floor and the second floor, so you can only climb up with bare hands. Zheng Xuan is between the first and second floors, holding on to the wall with one hand, and leaning on the edge of the window with one foot.

He took off his coat and headed to the upper level with a gun.

There was another gunshot, and the cotton wool flew.

A cold arc flashed across the corner of Zheng Xuan's mouth, and he fired a shot at a place almost without thinking. With one hand, he went up to the second floor.

Roll on the spot by the way.

A bullet almost stuck to his foot and flew past.

"boom"!

Zheng Xuan shot the man in the shoulder with his backhand.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground.

This time, I heard the man's muffled groan very clearly.

a man.

Zheng Xuan looked at him coldly.

The man was shot in the leg and hand, and his clothes were stained red with blood, but he smiled with a pale face like a normal person.

Zheng Xuan pointed a gun at his head, walked over carefully, and kicked his penis to the window.

This person's face is very indifferent, it doesn't look like the plan has failed.

Song Lin!

Zheng Xuan panicked, and immediately looked at their car from the window.

The co-pilot's door was wide open, and he definitely didn't open it himself.

Something happened to Song Lin!

Zheng Xuan's eyes suddenly became terrifying.

Just as he was about to shoot the man on the second floor back to the west, Song Lin suddenly stepped out of the driver's seat. He had been sick for two days, his figure was thinner, he looked a little listless, but his steps were calm.

He pulled a man out of the passenger seat.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who seemed not sober, had a pair of handcuffs on his hands.

Zheng Xuan's first thought was, where did this man get the handcuffs? !

Song Lin raised his head as if he was looking for something, saw Zheng Xuan by the window, smiled at him, and the white mist from his mouth blurred his expression.

Zheng Xuan finally let go of his heart.

"This kid can't shoot at the sight of it."

Song Lin yawned with a lazy tone, looked up at Zheng Xuan, and saw that he was holding two guns in one hand and the man's collar in the other, and pushed him forward.

The blood was reflected on the ground and pierced into the eyes.The boy looked anxious.

"Are you injured?"

Song Lin kicked his knee and asked Zheng Xuan.

"No."

Zheng Xuan threw the gun into the car, turned around and stood beside Song Lin to take the handcuffs.

"Do you know New Province?"

Song Lin stepped forward and looked condescendingly at the man sitting on the ground. The man completely ignored him, and his eyes only stayed on the boy.

The taste of blood.

"If you don't know, then you, and this," Song Lin smiled and pointed behind him, "little dumb, you can sleep peacefully forever."

His smile was innocent, beguiling like an angel, and his voice was gentle, but even Zheng Xuan, who was standing behind him, felt chills all over his body.He thought of the situation when he first met Song Lin.

The smell of blood seemed to remind him of something, coupled with his not sober mind, Song Lin became a little weird.

"Sleep is actually very good, you don't have to worry about anything..."

The man on the ground looked at him for a long time, and finally spit out two words,

"madman."