Baiyueguang professional account

Si Ang can use force to break in directly, without even hurting the disabled young man.

But seeing that gentle and beautiful face, he subconsciously took off the hunting wooden box and put it on the ground.

"Is that okay?" He asked with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm really hungry. Weapons are only for self-defense, not for robbery."

"In this case, robbery is not considered robbery." After An Mo finished speaking, under Si Ang's surprised gaze, he gave way to the door, "Come in, I am willing to provide you with food."

Unexpectedly, he was welcomed into the house so smoothly. Si Ang remained vigilant and put the shotgun at the door. He watched the young man in the wheelchair enter the kitchen naturally and took out noodles from the cabinet.

"Where did Mr. Si come from?"

Si Ang stood at the door of the kitchen, staring closely at An Mo, and said, "To the south."

"Further south is the highway." An Mo boiled water and put noodles in it. "It seems that the situation outside is not very good."

"It's very bad. There are too many private cars on the highway, but there are no people inside. There are only a group of walking dead wandering on the street."

An Mo paused for a moment while stirring the noodles with chopsticks. He knew that the water in the pot was boiling and the heat was blowing on his skin. He regained his senses and said, "Sorry, the only faster food is noodles."

"It's okay, this bowl of noodles is just a timely gift."

Si Ang and An Mo seem to be the same kind of people, they are polite and polite when chatting, and can even easily understand the deep meaning of each other's words.

An Mo just made a bowl of clear water noodles. His cooking skills are not bad, but the seasoning is relatively small, and the overall taste has dropped a bit.

Si Ang ate a bowl of noodles gracefully, and An Mo served him the rest of the noodles without hesitation.

While he was eating, the two also had a simple exchange.

"Mr. An is a local?"

"No, it's just working here."

"Mr. An's legs..."

"There was a car accident a few years ago."

"That……"

"Mr. Si, your situation is more attractive than mine." An Mo interrupted him softly, "We can't go to the north anymore, that's the center of the zombie outbreak. There have been more zombies here recently, So if you can, you'd better go back the same way, take the highway, and go to the next city."

No city or country is safe anymore.

But An Mo still wants to say that he wants to follow the character in the original plot, and give Siang a feeling that he is full of hope for the future.

In the original book, Si Ang was taken in by An Mo for a period of time.

During this period of time, An Mo was self-reliant and never overstepped. He treated Si Ang like a roommate, and he evenly distributed precious materials.An Mo always believed that human beings would overcome this disaster, so no matter how tragic the situation outside was, he calmly dealt with it and analyzed it. Even if his legs couldn't walk freely like ordinary people, he never gave up on himself.

He seemed to represent hope in despair, so that Si Ang, who had seen the sinister heart after escaping from the pile of zombies, would always remember him.Later, Si Ang set up a mercenary group by himself, and went to the places mentioned by An Mo over and over again, trying to find him and take him with him, but he missed it due to various accidents.

In the end, they still met, but at that time, An Mo was in a bad state.Although he was still looking forward to everything, the harsh environment was unwilling to accommodate him. In the end, because of the outbreak of a wave of zombies, An Mo climbed to the top floor of the building and used noise to attract zombies. Si Ang's mercenary team bought time to escape.

The result after that can be imagined, Si Ang regarded An Mo as the kindest and purest white moonlight in his heart. Although the protagonist Shou was already in the mercenary regiment at that time, he did not succeed in squeezing An Mo into Si Ang's heart.When the relationship between the two of them was the most intense, the zombies were almost under control. At that time, several more authoritative leaders of the safe zone were vying for the control of human beings.

In fact, the definition of Bai Yueguang this time is one of the few that An Mo can accept. Compared with substitutes, robbery, and childhood sweethearts, this kind of pure admiration and longing, never expressed feelings, is even more inseparable. .

In the original book, An Mo didn't mention his feelings from the beginning to the end. He treated Si Ang the same as he treated other companions of the mercenary group, including the protagonist Shou. He was also very understanding and tolerant.And Si Ang didn't say that he likes it, he will secretly take care of An Mo more, but on the surface there are countless reasons, people can't refute it, and they can't make mistakes.

Rather than being vigorous, he would rather stand aside and just look at An Mo without saying anything.

Brainy protagonist Gong is rare.

In such a desperate situation in the last days, how could a leader who has brains, organizational skills, and desperately protects the calf after being recognized, not be sought after?

Si Ang ate very full, and even felt a little full at the end, which shows that An Mo was not polite and cooked a lot of noodles for him.

Si Ang didn't know whether to say that the young man was too stupid or to say a word of gratitude for being able to eat a full meal at a time when supplies were already in short supply.

The word "thank you" had already been uttered by him. The sky outside had already darkened, and An Mo no longer had the mood to continue chatting with him.

"Mr. Si, if you don't mind, you can rest here for one night. There is a sofa over there." An Mo slid his wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling windows. A street light at the entrance of the community was still on, and he could barely see clearly.

Si Ang watched his every move, his eyes fell on another folding bed in the living room, pondered for a moment, and asked: "Mr. An has a companion?"

"Well, he went out this morning." An Mo murmured softly, "I don't know what's going on..."

Originally, he had given up hope, but Si Ang's sudden appearance made An Mo miss his 'big dog' whom he had raised for three weeks...

"Ah, if I went out in the morning, I haven't come back yet..." Having seen too many cruel tests of human nature in front of zombies, Si Ang's eyes seemed to fall on An Mo's lap.

This Mr. An's companion probably got rid of the 'burden' and left by himself.

The poor and beautiful Mr. An is still worried about his companion.

"It'll be all right." An Mo said softly, sounding like he was comforting Si Ang, who didn't know Xin Lang at all, but he was actually comforting himself: "He's very powerful, and he's the most obedient."

Siang paused, feeling a little delicate about the last sentence.

With nothing to do, Si Ang couldn't fall asleep in front of a stranger he just met, so he simply stood two meters away from An Mo, sat down against the wall, and invited him to chat with him.

"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask." He chuckled, stared deeply at An Mo, and asked, "Just now, Mr. An opened the door for me so readily, did he mistake me for your companion?" ?”

An Mo smiled: "An undeniable answer, yes."

"No wonder." Si Ang twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, "You know I've knocked on a lot of doors, and almost no one is willing to answer me."

An Mo was silent for a few seconds, looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly: "You didn't knock on every door on every floor, did you?"

"Of course. Last night I slept in the car downstairs and noticed that this building had the most lights on."

So in order not to starve to death, Si Ang chose to knock on doors from door to door. If there is a kind person willing to give him a bite of food, he must remember this kindness.

You know, favors are with him, but the kindness of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring.

Feeling that this sentence seemed familiar, An Mo shook his head with a smile, and just said, "Everyone is scared, no one dares to open the door."

"But Mr. An opened the door."

"I said it all, I thought you were my companion." An Mo withdrew his gaze, and his eyes had been on the gate of the community for a long time, "I believe the world will get better, if it's really too bad, it's not just one or two bites of food It can be saved. In this case, one more human being is one more guarantee. If someone starves to death at my doorstep, but I have the ability to save him, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.”

Si Ang listened, frowning slightly.

"You are too kind." He said disapprovingly, "Food is very important."

"Maybe you didn't understand what I meant." An Mo blinked: "It's a pity that a human being starved to death instead of fighting against zombies."

As soon as the words fell, a look of shock flashed across Si Ang's eyes.

He always thought that Mr. An was a young man who didn't know much about the world, so that when he made some decisions, he seemed too innocent and ridiculous.But after hearing these words, he instantly overturned his previous definition of An Mo.

An Mo is very good at analyzing the pros and cons in front of him. Zombies have just erupted. Only by winning in numbers can humans control the zombies. This is beyond the imagination of many people who only want to protect themselves.

The idea of ​​self-protection is right. Everyone should protect themselves. To put it bluntly, selfishness has nothing to do with it.But there are not many ordinary people who can look far in the early stage of the zombie outbreak.

Si Ang has a feeling that if the other party is willing to follow him, they may establish a safe zone.

"Mr. An, I would like to invite—"

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden sound at the door, a bang, very heavy.

An Mo was taken aback. He didn't see Xin Lang's shadow at the gate. The only people who could climb up to the twelfth floor were zombies wandering in the neighborhood, except for Xin Lang.

Before he could react, Si Ang was already fully armed, looking in the direction of the door vigilantly, approaching step by step.

"No." An Mo called softly, "I'll open the door."

Si Ang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

An Mo slid the wheelchair to the door and asked in a low voice, "Is that you? Xin Lang."

The next second, the outside door was opened, and Xin Lang stood outside the door expressionlessly, holding the key in his hand.

Seeing Xin Lang standing in front of him intact, An Mo's hanging heart finally fell to the ground. He let out a long breath and smiled brightly.

"Are you okay? Why did you come back so late? Didn't I ask you to come back earlier?"

After saying that, Xin Lang suddenly leaned over and leaned close to his neck, sniffing desperately.

An Mo: "...you come in first."

Xin Lang straightened up, and after entering with a large box full of supplies, he stared unkindly at the extra man in the room.

The eyes of the two men met in the air, and An Mo seemed to smell gunpowder.

These two... do they know each other?

The author has something to say: An Mo: Big dog, big dog!

Real Wolf: Wang.