Raising wolves in the last days

The doctor and Zhang Yixiao walked into the most noisy place on the island one after the other, and then stopped at the same time, a little at a loss.

This place should be called a 'city', with a kind of prosperity unique to the end of the world. The two of them hadn't seen so many people for a long time, and they felt overwhelmed for a moment.

They leaned to one side in panic and fear, walking with their heads down.

The people here seem to be used to outsiders, they don't even look at Zhang Yixiao and the doctor, they are busy with their own affairs.The doctor walked with Zhang Yixiao for a long time, and when it was getting dark, the doctor finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around to talk to Zhang Yixiao: "Where do we live?"

"..." Zhang Yixiao was taken aback, and it took him a long time to answer, "Where can I live?"

The doctor sighed and said, "Didn't you ask just now? There is a hotel not far ahead. Should we live in the hotel or sleep out? The hotel needs to pay some daily necessities, and we don't have alcohol..."

"Then go camping." Zhang Yixiao lowered her head, not looking at the doctor's face.

Seeing Zhang Yixiao's attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, the doctor felt as if he had hit the cotton with his fist. He was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yixiao was very silent, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he walked absent-mindedly. When the doctor started the fire, Zhang Yixiao sat beside him, looking at the doctor from time to time, hesitant to speak.

The doctor turned on the fire, then warmed his hands, cleared his throat: "Xiao Zhang, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Huh?" Zhang Yixiao was interrupted and asked, "What did you say?"

"..." The doctor was speechless for a while. After thinking about the silent atmosphere in which the two of them got together today, he said sadly and awkwardly, "We need to talk. Tell me what's on your mind, you I feel bad for you if you hold back like this."

Zhang Yixiao opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect the doctor to be so straightforward, but when the problem was pushed to him, he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that Zhang Yixiao was speechless, the doctor gave a wry smile and said, "Let's talk about the two of us. It happens that Xiao Ji and Bai Ze are not here, so let's talk together if we have anything to say."

The doctor said that his throat was a little dry, and he wanted to smoke, but he held back, took a sip of water, and coughed.

Zhang Yixiao frowned and thought, not knowing where to start.

Why didn't the doctor understand that Zhang Yixiao didn't know what to say?He thought longer and deeper than Zhang Yixiao.The doctor took a breath and said, "Then let me say first... I like you. I have never liked anyone before, every time I see you, I have a very heart-pounding feeling, that is - my heart beats faster, I think this is liking, I don't like others, I only like you."

The doctor thought about this series of words many times, and said it very smoothly, almost as if reciting it, Zhang Yixiao was stunned when he heard it.

The doctor gave that wry smile again.He said: "I never thought of asking you to return my feelings...Of course I very much hope and long for you to like me. But I also know that it is very difficult for a man of normal sexual orientation to like a man." The doctor's The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then said, "You haven't liked anyone before, how can you be so sure that you won't like a man? I have to fight for it, don't I?"

Zhang Yixiao said: "...You are like this, which makes me very embarrassed. If you are farther away, you can try it, but now we both look up and look down. If we separate, how can I face you."

The doctor's fingers trembled: "What do you mean? Are you willing? Are you willing?"

"..." Zhang Yixiao turned his face away, "You can say the same. I don't hate you, and I'm willing to give it a try, but I'm worried about what will happen if we separate in the future."

The doctor even forgot to breathe, and it took him a long time to catch his breath, his heartbeat was terribly fast: "It's okay, it's okay, if you are willing to spend time with me, I will...I, I'm so happy..."

Zhang Yixiao: "Hey? Did I say something? I..."

The doctor suddenly sat beside Zhang Yixiao and said, "It's okay, you can think about it again, I can wait."

So the two kept silent with each other's thoughts, and two hours later, they both lay down at the same time.

What Zhang Yixiao thought was 'did I just say something?Why do I feel that something is wrong with the doctor? '

What the doctor thought in his heart was 'I am satisfied if he agrees to me, I must treat him well in the future, I like him so much, I must be with him. '

The two stayed in the city for two days. There is a tranquility that is completely different from the end of the world. Although there is still panic in the eyes of the people at the resettlement site, it has been covered by tranquility. They seem to have appeared in the end of the world. A modern city is exactly the same as it was before the end of the world.

How many such settlements are there?Can Ji Qiubai's parents be found?

With such questions in mind, Zhang Yixiao and the doctor packed their bags and left the city.

When they got to the most central place, they were stunned.

I saw a tall building standing in the middle of the city. The building is extremely majestic, covering a large area, surrounded by cold iron fences. If it was just a big house, the two of them would not stay, but the front of the house There are many people around, such a dense crowd has not been seen by doctors for a long time.

Is there something going on here?

The doctor followed the crowd and moved forward. After taking a closer look, he found a note pasted on the fence of the building. It was a bit like a small advertisement before the end of the world, and there was something written on it.

There were too many people, and the doctor couldn't squeeze in. Because he was a little short-sighted, he couldn't see what was written on the note, so he could only pat the man next to him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The man looked at the doctor with some vigilance. When he saw that he was well-dressed and not in such a mess, the man was relieved, as if he remembered that this place was a resettlement site, not the troubled times outside.

"There is an event tonight, and the winner can get two batteries." The man lowered his head, as if unwilling to talk to the doctor, "Choose any battery, you can get two batteries, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After the man finished speaking, he didn't want to say anything more, so he turned his head and left.

"Hey? Wait..." The doctor wanted to ask, what activity?How could the battery be delivered? Before he could ask the question, the person said "Sorry." Then he turned and left.

The doctor looked at Zhang Yixiao, and the two looked at each other, then nodded in unison, and walked towards the crowded crowd.

The doctor yelled as he walked: "I'm sorry, let me go, thank you."

The crowd pushed away by the doctor complained softly, but when they saw the two tall boys, they all got out of the way.

After finally squeezing to the edge of the fence, the doctor squinted his eyes and saw what was written on the note.

From dark tonight, please dress up, the winner will get two batteries, battery type of choice.

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The author has something to say: Hello dear readers, here is a ghost who wants to tell you something.

Ghost has been in a very bad mood recently (hey...).

Let's start with the very first thing.

A Gui told his editor the setting of the new article I was going to open. The editor told me that this subject is not easy to write. The editor asked me if you could write a certain article by a certain author?

Then I was stunned, and answered a few words vaguely, probably about the same.

The editor didn't reply to me. At that time, I felt my face was burning, and I didn't know what to say.

In fact, what I want to say is that I can't write about others at all, I can't write!I can't write well!I have only been thinking about the setting of this article for less than a week. If I start a pit, it will definitely be unfinished. I haven’t thought about what to write at the end. where.

Not all little transparent people feel that their writing is better than that of the great master. In fact, I know very clearly that my writing is not good, and it sucks. When I mark the end of an article, I start to regret it. This article was deleted, and I didn't dare to read the comments, and I pretended I didn't see it, thinking 'I'm not the author of this article'.

Actually, why did the editor ask this question?She probably just wanted me to say 'I will work hard', right?

I have been with her for two years, and every time I write an article, she tries her best to recommend me a good list, but I am too glassy, ​​and when I hear this question, I feel depressed throughout the summer vacation. When I close my eyes, this question is all over my mind. You have xx Is it well written?Can you write like that?

For the first ten days or so, my answer was always 'No, if I can write like someone else, I will be the master'.After more than ten days, I became silent. I no longer wondered why your writing was not as good as others. What I asked was, why did you write like this?

What's wrong with you?

In real life, the last time someone asked me "how did you write like this" was when the Chinese teacher asked me when I was about to take the college entrance examination.My Chinese teacher is personable, he took my test paper without saying much, and then asked me to read it in class with the composition paper.

The Chinese teacher is still praising me, saying "Thanks to her thinking it out".

It was the first time someone asked me how to write. I was very confused because I didn't know. In the future, I successfully got a very high composition score in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a very good university.

The most uncomfortable thing for me is that one day I would ask myself, what happened to you, how did you write like this, I was even more confused, I don't understand why the same person can write such two extreme articles.I feel very depressed.

I remembered that when I was in the first year of high school, I told a senior who also wrote novels that my composition score was always the highest in the class. What can the senior say about the [-]-character essay?At that time, I didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and expressed my disdain in a very blunt tone, saying that I couldn't write [-] characters, let alone a million characters.

The senior's grades are definitely not as good as mine, but she is still well-known in the online literature circle.

Facts have proved that which senior is actually right, what is [-] words?

When I started to write a novel, I found that my thinking was fixed at [-] characters, my vision was narrow, and I couldn't look forward and backward, so it was full of loopholes.Writing long stories has become a very painful thing for me.

Why am I writing?For money?Of course not, it's for the sake of fame, can people call him a great god just by mentioning his name?Nor is it.I started out just wanting to tell a story, a story that I found interesting.

When I look back and think about my own purpose, I feel very irresponsible again.My story is full of holes, I write whatever I want, wasting my time, and someone else's.

I said that I want to write an article that makes me die without regret, but a reader said that you should write again.At that time, what I thought was, how much I write is useful?Should I just stop?

The ambivalence of wanting to write well, but having no time and being too lazy to think made me very uncomfortable. My thinking was fixed at [-] characters, and now I just turn on the computer in a daze.

I don't want that anymore.

Every time I see my edit I regret it so much.She tried her best to make a good list for me, and pushed my articles to the team leader, but I gave up halfway every time, and I didn’t even dare to talk to her alone. I felt that my failures were all failures. text.

Then came the saddest thing I ever encountered. This was the first time I was sad because of something on the Internet, and I was so sad that I almost shed tears.

It was just the day before yesterday that I hastily finished raising wolves, and then wrote the words [unfinished be careful].Then the editor came to me and said she was disappointed.

I am also very disappointed.This article started with [-] characters, and some readers said they couldn’t understand it. Every time I saw a message that I didn’t understand, I would tremble and write it with fear. I wrote a lot of outlines to let you understand. I edited and wrote the front and forgot the back, and then I couldn't hold on anymore, so I chose to end it in a place where I could continue or end it.The way I squeeze toothpaste and make up the word count is very painful, and I don't even dare to read the comments anymore.

A long time ago, when I first wrote an article, no one read so many chapters. Every time I saw a message, I would be so excited that I could even memorize the message.

At that time, I just felt happy when I was writing, and there was no pain even if I was scolded.

Up to now, my thought is, if you enter V and accept other people's money, even if it's only a dime, that's your job, how can you deal with it?

So I became more and more uncomfortable and painful. This feeling has never been seen in real life. That year I recruited students independently and played computer all night before the exam. After the score was issued, I was one point worse than No.1 and was not selected Come on, am I in pain?Am I sad?

No, there has never been a thing like this, sorry for the reader, sorry for the editor, that caused me such pain.

Excuses like this can be used once or twice without a long thought, but if I don't find a solution, then I'll be like this forever.

A Gui is still a little transparent until now, but he is a little transparent who is trying hard to write a good article.To the reader who tweeted me and was disappointed because it didn't end well, I apologize.

I sincerely apologize to my readers, I was really wrong, I will continue to write this article, and I will not be perfunctory anymore.

I hope that in the future, I can write articles that make me die without regret.

Ghost ugly.

ps: The green text is too ugly, post it in the column, and remind yourself all the time.