The end of the world has laid hands on me

"Peter Pan?" Huang Mao was stunned.

"It's right here." Jiang Xinghuai took the bandage from Fu Yan's hand and wrapped it round and round around his knee.

"You're crazy!" Huang Mao stood up from the ground and rushed in front of him, "Do you think you are Spider-Man! Please! You are mentally retarded! Are you an adult!"

"There are still ten more days." Jiang Xing smiled.

"You won." Huang Mao raised his middle finger.

"I remember that you once performed edgestands and backflips on the roof of the school teaching building?" Geng Manhong said suddenly.

"That's called parkour." Jiang Xinghuai explained.

"That's called death." Geng Manhong said angrily.

Jiang Xinghuai shrugged his shoulders, looked at Fu Yan who had been silent, and showed off with a smile: "I can jump over."

"Okay." Fu Yan squatted down, took the bandage in his hand, and carefully tied it up one by one, "Be careful of your legs."

"Old Geng, take that rope over there and check it." Jiang Xinghuai said.

"That rope was the equipment used by the physics teacher in our building because he had to hang it from the roof to the sixth floor to repair the air conditioner." Geng Manhong took it over, "It's a safety rope and a half-body seat belt."

"That's great." Jiang Xinghuai smiled reassuringly.

"But there is only one half-body seat belt." Geng Manhong said again, "We have to pass one by one."

It only took 2 minutes for several people to plan the location of the rope binding and determine the sequence.

The sky was completely dark, and only the direction of the wind could be heard.

Jiang Xinghuai stood on the edge of the roof, and opened his hands to catch the wind.He began to back away slowly until he stood on the other side of the roof.

The entire rooftop is his approach distance.

Fu Yan turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, held it up, and faced another road hidden in the thick fog.

"Little hero, go." Geng Manhong also raised his phone.

"Be careful, you're underage." Huang Mao also raised his phone and smiled for the first time.

"Please call me..." Jiang Xinghuai bowed his waist, bent his legs, sprinted, followed the light that pierced the darkness, stepped out of the roof, stepped on the wind, opened his hands, and flew out.

"—Peter Pan!" His voice came from the wind.

Then there was a dull thump.

arrived safely!

Everyone standing beside the building here breathed a sigh of relief.

But there was no voice from Jiang Xinghuai to report his safety as promised.

"Jiang Xinghuai!" Fu Yan shouted.

no respond.

"Jiang Xinghuai! Talk!" Fu Yan frowned tightly, his voice almost roaring.

There was still silence in the darkness.

"I'm coming!" Huang Mao stepped forward and shouted, "Peter Pan!"

"Hey!" Jiang Xinghuai's voice came over.

Fu Yan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This child, when is it, you are still joking." Geng Manhong smiled and cursed in relief.

"Throw the rope over here!" Jiang Xinghuai yelled again as he lay on the ground covered in cold sweat.

He didn't get up.

The rope tied with stones cut through the wind and fell at his feet.

Jiang Xinghuai breathed desperately to relieve the severe pain in his knee, and his legs were shaking.

"Immediately!" Jiang Xinghuai touched his leg, it was dripping wet, it should be blood.He gritted his teeth and pinched his knee to see if there was any fracture.

As long as there is no fracture, Jiang Xinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, and then tried several times before standing up on one leg.

He found the strong corner, tied the rope tightly, pulled it a few times, and immediately shouted: "This side is tied! Come here!"

"The first one is Teacher Geng! Prepare to respond!" Fu Yan's voice came over.

"No need!" Geng Manhong flew over with the wind in his mouth, "Get out of the way! Don't hit you!"

"Get out of the way a long time ago!" Jiang Xinghuai yelled as he quickly jumped to the edge of the roof with one foot.

"I'm here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Geng Manhong screamed and smashed to the edge of the roof.

Jiang Xinghuai dragged him up, quickly untied the protective equipment tied to his body, and rowed along the rope: "Next!"

Huangmao: "You—"

Fu Yan received the equipment drawn from the rope and handed it to him: "Up."

"I'm not being polite to you." Huang Mao took it and put it on.

Fu Yan pushed behind him, and Huang Mao slid out.The feeling of weightlessness made him yell out instantly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

The rooftop here suddenly became silent, and this extreme silence usually portends disaster.

"Crack" sound!Crisp and powerful.

Fu Yan turned around.

It was the sound of the water tank breaking, and the iron gate couldn't stop it.

The first infected person rushed towards him stepping on broken porcelain all over the floor, and Fu Yan had no time to put on his seat belt.

"The yellow hair is here! Fu Yan!" Jiang Xinghuai shouted at the top of his voice, "Fu Yan!"

Jiang Xinghuai stood on the rooftop looking forward to it, but it was too dark over there.

After half a minute, Fu Yan didn't respond to him, and there was a faint collision sound on the other side of the rooftop.

"Something may have happened to Fu Yan." Jiang Xing was anxious, and stood up straight on his knees, "I want to go over."

"No! It's too dangerous!" Geng Manhong hugged him, "Listen to me—"

"Don't pull me!" Jiang Xinghuai struggled to break free.

"Stand." Fu Yan's voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Xinghuai froze and rushed to the edge of the rooftop.As soon as Fu Yan climbed up, before he had time to unbuckle his seat belt, Jiang Xinghuai fell into his arms.

"You scared me to death." Jiang Xing hugged him tightly, his hands were shaking.

"Are your legs okay?" Fu Yan clasped his hands on his back and patted him.

"It's a big deal..." Jiang Xinghuai couldn't help but whisper coquettishly.

"Let me see." Fu Yan said and was about to squat down.

"Wait—" Jiang Xing looked suspiciously at the darkness on the other side of the roof, "What's that sound?"

Fu Yan was startled, and listened attentively.

It was a sound of cutting the wind, followed by a dull and shattering sound that hit the ground a second later.

thump -- thump -- thump --

Fu Yan came to his senses and subconsciously covered Jiang Xinghuai's ears.

"Why..." Before Jiang Xinghuai finished asking, he suddenly realized.

Those were the infected people chasing over from the rooftop, and they were jumping down one after another.

A day ago, these infected people were living people, maybe even an hour ago, they were talking, they were breathing.

Jiang Xinghuai began to become stiff, and he began to wonder if the decision he made today was correct.

This world has changed. If saving people means paying for his own life or even the lives of others, should he still stick to his own rules in the previous world?

"What are you looking at! Come here!" Huang Mao rushed up to the roof panting, "Quick! I found an empty house, it's just below, it was emptied, and there was no one there. I didn't dare to continue down , I’m afraid it’s not safe, go down quickly.”

"Don't think about it." Fu Yan took his hand and pulled him off the rooftop.

The corridor was dark, Huang Mao led the way with his mobile phone in front, Teacher Geng followed Huang Mao, wondering what was going on.Huang Mao looked impatient, but turned back to remind the fat man to be careful of debris.

Jiang Xinghuai was silent.

"You're right, it's them who are wrong." Fu Yan squeezed his hand and said suddenly, "Whether it's a virus outbreak or not, they will only be that kind of people, and it doesn't matter to anyone. You are different."

"What's different?" Jiang Xinghuai smiled wryly, "Extraordinarily handsome?"

"Your heart is hot." Fu Yan patted his chest lightly.

"Whose ones are cold?" Huang Mao, who was walking in front, said sarcastically.

"The world kisses me bitterly, but I repay it with songs!" Geng Manhong suddenly sang a poem.

Jiang Xinghuai: "..."

Fu Yan: "..."

Huangmao: "..."

"Does he teach Chinese in your school?" Huangmao asked in a low voice.

"Teaching mathematics." Jiang Xinghuai also replied in a low voice, "but he especially likes to read poems in mathematics class."

"Hobbies?" Huang Mao asked.

"Pretentious." Jiang Xinghuai replied.

"Very agree." Huang Mao nodded.

"I heard it!" Geng Manhong, who had already walked to the front and opened the door, stared at them.

The house is small and messy, it should be a rental house, and the tenant left early.There was no bed, just a Simmons mattress in the living room with a big hole in the middle.

The only thing that can sit on is a cloth sofa that is placed against the wall.

"Look at the legs." Geng Manhong kicked away the debris on the sofa, urging Jiang Xinghuai to go over.

Fu Yan helped him to sit on the sofa, and moved a small stool to support his legs.

He took out a candle from his backpack and lit it.

"Hey! Why is there so much blood!" Geng Manhong was shocked.

Jiang Xinghuai was wearing a pair of slim-fit jeans, the knees were torn, and the bandages tied there were all dyed red.

Fu Yan slowly tore off the bandage, and carefully cut open the jeans with scissors.

The knee was swollen, and the bony protruding was scary.But more serious was a wound that was bleeding continuously on the side of the knee.

"Fuck..." Huang Mao's eyes widened.

"Stitches are needed." Fu Yan's expression turned ugly.

"Huh?" Jiang Xinghuai was taken aback.

"Take the anti-inflammatory medicine first." Fu Yan took out the anti-inflammatory medicine from the bag and handed it over.

Jiang Xinghuai took it, raised his head and swallowed it.

"I'm starting to disinfect." Fu Yan held the alcohol bottle and looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, let's splash it, I'm numb from the pain." Jiang Xinghuai shrugged indifferently, but grabbed the sofa under him tightly.

"Teacher Geng, please hold him." Fu Yan said.

"No, I'm fine." Jiang Xing waved his hand proudly.

Fu Yan tentatively wiped it with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

Jiang Xinghuai flicked his whole body: "Ah! Don't! It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts——"

Geng Manhong sighed and hugged him.

"Okay." After Fu Yan briefly treated Jiang Xinghuai's wound, 5 minutes had passed.

Jiang Xinghuai was sweating from the pain, his whole body had no strength at all, and the young master complained angrily: "This broken sofa is so hard!"

"I'll hug you." Fu Yan let him lean on himself, and carefully wiped the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief.

Jiang Xinghuai hummed: "I don't want to sew stitches"

"The wound is too big, he will get infected." Fu Yan frowned, didn't answer his words at all, and looked at the other two people in the room, "I have to go to the hospital."

"The No.1 civilian hospital closest to us is on Linyang Avenue, which is too far away," Geng Manhong said.

"We must have a car." Geng Manhong quickly came to a conclusion.

"I have a car." Huang Mao said immediately, "Second-hand bread."

"Where is it?" Fu Yan asked.

"Maybe...in the street next door..." Huang Mao suddenly remembered something when he said this, and his face became weird.

"Your car was stolen, right?" Jiang Xinghuai was skeptical.

"Fuck! I saved up money to buy it!" Huang Mao snorted coldly, "I like to open it, but I don't want to pull it down."

"The specific location." Fu Yan said.

"Okay..." Huang Mao hesitated for a while, "The door of the donut bakery."

"I deliver bread as a side job." Huang Mao said again with a stiff and shy face.

"The robbery of the homepage can't make much money, it can only develop a side business." Jiang Xinghuai slapped his hands, "So you are making money to support your dreams? You are too ambitious!"

"What the hell do you mean!" Huang Mao became angry, "I'm a hooligan who has dignity, okay?"

"When did I have a math paper on me!" Geng Manhong pulled out two crumpled papers from his waistband, "Hey! What a coincidence, there are exactly two papers."

"Uncle, my leg hurts." Jiang Xinghuai quickly turned his head and plunged into Fu Yan's arms.

"Lung hurts, I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Huang Mao turned and left.

"Boys." Geng Manhong sneered and turned away, "I'll go see if there's any water."

The living room suddenly became quiet, the faint candles flickered,

"Uncle..." Jiang Xinghuai looked up at him.

"Huh?" Fu Yan lowered his head, "Does your leg hurt?"

"I'm hungry." Jiang Xinghuai said.

Fu Yan took out the last bag of biscuits, opened it and handed it to him.

"You eat too." Jiang Xinghuai broke half of it and handed it to his mouth.

"Children." Fu Yan smiled.

Jiang Xinghuai also laughed, and suddenly thought of his father after laughing.

Fu Yan's arms are a bit like the arms of the 'father' he fantasized about when he was a child.

Solid, warm and safe.

"Uncle." Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head in embarrassment.

"En." Fu Yan responded.

"It would be great if you were my father." Jiang Xinghuai said in a low voice.

"What?" Fu Yan didn't hear clearly.

"Hey, I mean it." Jiang Xinghuai pressed against his body, thinking that he pretended not to hear, and was too embarrassed to say it again, so he could only quickly and euphemistically express, "I like you very much."

Fu Yan heard this sentence clearly.

The next moment, Fu Yan's hand on his waist tightened, and he didn't speak any more.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Xinghuai: I treat you like a father, but you want to fuck!