Above the Ruins [End Times]

Son, it's great that you're all right.As for me, don't care.

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, not as soft as a girl's, and it was so small that it was definitely not pleasant.But with a certain ancient, solemn rhythm like an oath.

Eyes full of dark colors focused on a figure of a person, and the beating of the heart was slowly subsided by the long, flowing singing.But there is a certain kind of feeling, which is more intense and crazily breeding.This emotional vine captures and binds the heart.And then... vibes.

In the end, the voice gradually lowered and disappeared into the air.

Ling Mo closed his mouth, pursed his lips and turned to look at You Wei.Neither side spoke.

After a long silence.

"Speaking of which, let me tell you the story of your grandfather." Lengmo's adoptive father should be Youwei's grandfather.Leng Mo nodded secretly, breaking the almost stagnant atmosphere, but he didn't know that his words made Youwei a little discouraged when he was awakened, the black-haired boy puffed up his cheeks, and said coquettishly: "No, I want to hear your story more , before meeting me. Leng Mo."

"Okay." He was fully agreed, and then put forward the conditions of exchange, "You also tell me the experiences of the years we have been apart, Youwei."

【61. Wish】

In fact, there is nothing to tell about Leng Mo's story.

One day more than 20 years ago.winter night.

From the house with its broken wooden door came the sound of arguing.This voice was the voice of dispute that the residents of the Second Civilization had long seen. Even if it spread far away, it did not affect anyone hiding in the dark.

"Fuck! You fucking bitch, you don't feel good when you don't fuck a man, do you?! Tell me what you did again! What did you do while I was away, you horny bitch!" There was no Turning on the lamp, the voice of a man with a rough voice carried obvious rage.This thin, ragged man was pointing at his nose and insulting the woman in front of him wantonly and obscenely.

"Ha! Me? You!" Her long black hair was roughly tied up with a thin straw rope and hung behind her head. This woman with a regular and beautiful face, who looked only in her twenties, had a big belly.She supported her stomach with one hand, and propped herself up on the crumbling table behind her with the other. Her face was flushed and her breathing was a little short, obviously she was very angry.

"What? Stop talking?" The skinny man's eyes turned contemptuous again. His height was not even much taller than this woman, but he still raised his chin and made a look of contempt, which made him look He is pathetic and ridiculous.Like a funny clown.

"Let me continue to tell you. You bastard..." The tone that was purposely picked up was sharp and rough, which made the man's face look even more hateful and harsh, "When I went out to snatch bread Which man did you fuck again? Huh? Otherwise, you little motherfucker, you dead woman, how did you let that man's seed in your stomach grow up!"

"Whose seed? Your seed!" Willow brows were erected, and her beautiful face was slightly distorted by anger, "Don't forget that when you, a useless dead ghost, couldn't get food, I exchanged my body for you bread!"

Finally unable to bear the speculation and insult of the filthy and unscrupulous disgusting words, her beautiful little chestnut eyes were full of anger, "You trash can't even guarantee your own food, so what right do you have to say about me?! I really followed you blindly!"

In the second civilization, it is very common for ordinary women without any ability to exchange their bodies for food or even resources.Only those guys with resources have the leisure to participate in the skin, meat, and trade.A formal and stable job is a benefit that only a small number of strong and strong men can enjoy. Even most men can only obtain what they need to survive through stealth, abduction, and robbery.Although helpless, this is the reality of the second civilization.

"How many people want to be with me because of my body, which one of them is not as competitive as you? Ha!" The woman whose appearance is still in the upper middle class stepped forward a few steps, poking the man's slender fingers with some small scars Chest, shortness of breath, "You think I don't know? Are you going to grab bread or what are you doing? You think I don't know, do you?"

"Obviously we are all in this situation, you still think about that thing, huh?! That is poisonous! Yes, I am dirty, my body has been used by countless people... But you think I Do you want to do that?" As she spoke, she already looked like she was about to cry, and her voice was filled with tears, "Luohua poison, Luohua poison, why did you get infected with this kind of thing? You will be It hurts, no, we will all be hurt by it!"

"Fuck! Are you blaming me? You stinky bitch! Why are you blaming me?" Instead of being moved by the other person's words, the man's face turned hideous. He pinched the woman's wrist and slammed her She shakes off.The body of an ordinary woman is not as strong as that of a man, let alone a woman who is still pregnant?

After being thrown aside, her body hit the table and knocked down this fragile thing, she frowned in pain, only feeling a mass of warmth from the bottom of her skirt.

Probably because she didn't expect that this man would do something to her after just a quarrel, and she didn't have the slightest defense.

"I'll kill you bitch!" She was still moaning in pain, but the man had already rushed forward with a terrifying face, his hands were like iron pliers, grabbing her throat.The strength in his hand was exactly the strength to kill her.

"Cough—" The little chestnut eyes looked at the hateful man pressing on him in disbelief, and the woman in dispute hadn't been able to make an effective resistance yet.However, in just a moment, her complexion turned blue.Struggling in vain.

"Hey, I said, what are you guys doing?" A deep and unrestrained voice suddenly inserted between the two of them carrying the silence outside the house.

"Huh? It's none of your business if I teach my girls a lesson!"

"Hey..." The black hair was disheveled, and the little chestnut eyes looked at the outsider with helpless pleading.

"Ah, it seems that I can't ignore it." The man with messy brown hair scratched the back of his head, "I just wanted to stay overnight, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

The outsider came up to the two of them in a few steps. He picked up the man like a chicken, punched him unconscious and threw him aside.Then the outsider bent down to help the woman lying on the ground: "How do you feel?"

"I...cough cough..." Finally able to breathe, the woman with small chestnut eyes gasped heavily, but as she gasped, tears rolled down her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the wooden planks scattered around her, and poked them towards her round belly.

"Girl, don't be impulsive." Her actions were stopped by the outsider.

"I, I'm not impulsive, just..." The black-haired woman shook her head with difficulty, she pointed to her stomach, her maroon eyes were filled with tears, "My child...is still, my... stomach .I, have no strength to give birth to him."

Afterwards, her expression changed rapidly, and she calmed down to an almost cruel tone, and said, "Although... it's rude. But, please... dig this child out of my belly."

Intermittent requests.

The outsider was silent.

"...This child can be exchanged for bread, I'll give him to you." His breathing became more and more urgent, shorter and shorter, his face gradually paled, and the bright colors in his lower abdomen spread wildly, "It's not good to waste. right?"

"...I see." Taking a deep breath, the brown-haired man's brown eyes were full of tenderness, "Then, I will tell your child, you..."

"No, please tell him, his mother is for profit. Ahem... He was exchanged for bread after birth." Her eyes were dim, and the outsider's neat movements made her body twitch in pain.But the young mother resisted, "Then, his mother left. Huh——his mother, she was just a, low. Despicable prostitute. There is nothing to hate."

"So, it's not worth remembering..."

Holding the baby stained with mother's blood in his arms, the outsider sent this fragile creature with quiet eyes closed to his mother, watching his mother try to pull out a smile: "Live."

"If that's your wish. I'll help."

Snowing.

The man with brown hair and brown eyes tightened his coat, wrapping the little guy in his arms more tightly.Step by step towards the distance.

"Ah... this child can definitely survive. Survive, little guy."

It is rare for a rough and hearty man to send his sincere wishes with tenderness.

What to say.

This man is really not such a good-not such a careful caregiver.

After all, he is an old man, and he is used to rough hands and feet. No matter how restrained he is when facing a delicate baby, he can't do it well. It can even be said that this baby has not been raised to death by him, and he has a tenacious life. It is the greatest miracle that the world can give.

The time of child support shall end after seven years.

Because of a problem with the collation of the mission information, the brown-haired man who got the wrong information made a mistake in the goal when facing the mission—a mistake that cannot be made up for with strength.

So, he died.

Before he died, he only had time to protect the child he raised, and he named him Leng Mo, the child he raised.

Then, the dusty and muddy hands were set on fire