The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

"Brother, are you okay?" Ma Bing looked at a bloodstain on my forehead, feeling quite guilty, "I just shook my leg."

Nothing.

Of course it's fine.

How hurt it is!

I'll go back and sew it myself.

I tried to smile.

However, the little brat in his hand was still rolling around, swinging back and forth like a fish.

In the blink of an eye, he threw a puddle of sewage on my smiling face.

"Are you all right?" Ma Bing looked at my dirty smiling face and pushed his glasses, "Then let's leave quickly."

Hearing the sound of the engine coming from above the ground, I gritted my teeth and nodded, silently following behind him.

clap clap.

The uppers of the shoes scratched across the pitch-black sewage, making bursts of noise.

As I was walking, I suddenly realized that the child in my hand was not moving?

Because I was worried about his broken son and grandson before, I kept pulling his back collar for a long distance like carrying a stinky sock. Now when I took a closer look, I realized that the little guy was crying.

It's a pity to cry so much.

He neither fussed nor uttered a sound, but bit his lower lip and wept silently.

"Why don't you leave?" Seeing me stop, Ma Bing turned and retreated.

Just as I was about to explain, the little boy in my hand suddenly twitched, and then tears burst out.

This water flow is really big.

I sighed in my heart, then checked my pockets, there was no paper!

"You, how could you do this?" Ma Bing looked at me with a little more disgust.

I!

What's wrong with me?Isn't it just that there is no paper?

Can I follow him with my hands?

"Forget it, give me a hug." Ma Bing reached out to take the child and sighed, "Why are you still bullying other children?"

what?

what! ! !

Who bullies who!The footprints on my pants are almost like a painting!

I didn't even cry!

kid!I am also a child!I'm only nineteen this year!

"Okay, okay, don't cry, brother will buy you a Transformer, okay?" Ma Bing had a wretched uncle's face, and his words became soft when he spoke.

The child ignored him.

But I swear, I saw him roll his eyes, I saw that kid roll his eyes!

Scheming boy.

"By the way, brother, you are also from our side, right? Which company do you do business with?" Ma Bing asked as he walked.

So which side is this?

Why do people speak like they are using codes nowadays?

Seeing that I didn't answer, Ma Bing glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, his small triangular eyes were full of scrutiny.

I immediately frowned and realized that things were not that simple.

A very cool gangster wind came out of nowhere, awakening my heroic dream that had been sleeping for many years.

I thought about it, walked up to Ma Bing, and showed him my phone mysteriously: "I am, I do it alone."

"Ah? Are you doing it alone?" Ma Bing also lowered his voice, "No, it's too dangerous. You can come to my place. My eldest brother happens to have one less man under his command."

Can there be a lot of people, that pervert is chasing me and chasing me to death.

"Okay," the phone suddenly turned into a voice broadcast again, "Thank you, Brother Ma, I'm sorry."

Force...force...force.

The mechanical female voice echoed in the sewer for a long time.

"Pfft." The little brat shook his shoulders and sprayed.

I thought he farted.

"...No thanks, no thanks," Ma Bing gave me a complicated look, "I didn't do anything."

Of course you did nothing!

If you do what you have to do! ?

I explained it a little bit tiredly. This is a force added by the input method itself, and it has nothing to do with me.

"Understood." Ma Bing smiled honestly, "It's really not easy for you, you have vitiligo and you're dumb, isn't it hard?"

Neither bitter nor bitter.

You won't know what suffering is until one day you also decay yourself to death.

That night, ten o'clock in the evening.

On the night market snacks on West Street, Gongjing City.

Ma Bing turned on the colorful lights of a barbecue stand.

I sat under a banyan tree with my legs bent. In front of me was a small table covered with oil stains. On the table were two plates of roasted leeks.

"Hey, why do you look so familiar to me?" Sitting across from me with half a face, when he was talking, the colored lights hanging on the tree flickered from red to green, illuminating him with joy.

"People, face." I announced in voice.

"Tsk, no, I must have seen you somewhere." With half his face, he took a bite of the leek, meditating and chewing it over and over again.

bang.

Bang Cha Bang Cha.

I listened to the sound of him chewing leeks, and my mind was distracted, and my mind was full of the few green onions that my mother secretly planted in the garden of the community.

"I remember!"

Half of his face suddenly slapped the table and stood up!

"Gah!" I jumped in fright!

The other three jumped up too!

Oops.

Recognized?Do you want 1v3 or 3v1?

But I can't even win heads-up!

In a weird stalemate.

I limped back without a trace.

"Stop!" Half-face pointed at me with the leek string in his hand, and suddenly grinned.

I saw a few leeks stuck in his teeth!Disgusting!

not this!

I must run!

There is no chance of winning recklessly, and it is inconvenient to escape, this is a fucking dead end.

Could it be that Ma Bing recognized me from the very beginning?Are you just playing dumb to lure me here?

No wonder, no wonder he looked at me wrong!

I looked at Ma Bing, who was grilling leeks, with a bit of anger and disappointment. Those triangular eyes hidden under the lens were full of sinister.

Bang!

Half of his face suddenly kicked over the table: "You are the one who rode a bicycle in the wrong direction outside the city gate that day, knocked me to the ground, took away my one yuan, and hit and run!"

woof woof?

WTF?

"No, yes." I stared blankly at him, the phone broadcasting.

"Oh, all right, then sit down."

I didn't move, but stood on the spot and looked at the other party carefully, and finally found that he was not joking!

Could it be... a fool?

Leaning on the tree with half his face full, he pointed to the people on the left and right and said, "The one with the young white head is called Chen Jia, the one with the hunchback is called Cao Yi, and the one who grills skewers over there is called Ma Bing. You already know him."

I nodded in shock.

"It's like this. Now there is a new rule in the gang. Newcomers must be approved by the boss to join the club. It doesn't count if I say it." He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a green dragon tattoo, "Let Ma Bing take you to see the boss later." .”

I nodded again.

Half Zhanglian lifted the table and brought me a leek.

I didn't eat it. I just saw it fall to the ground with my own eyes and was stepped on.

"It's all for the children, and it's hard for us too. If you join the club, you must come to our group. We are too short of people." Half Zhang said.

Was this a group crime?

What does for the child mean?

I said nothing.

Just when the scene was extremely silent.

Ma Bing finally finished roasting the last plate of leeks. He untied his apron and asked me to follow him.

Before leaving, I recalled turning around and asking, "You guys, what are you, group?"

Half of his face smiled, but he didn't answer.

His smile contained so much that I couldn't figure it out for a while.

The author has something to say: I didn't update the article yesterday, so I added it secretly, I hope no one finds out