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An Mo never thought of understanding Xin Lang's past from the perspective of a third person.

But now, it can only be said that a blind cat met a dead mouse. Not only did he know Xin Lang's original name, but he also learned about Xin Lang's parents from Lieutenant General Meng. , and took out the photos of Xin Lang when he was young.

There is still a big gap between Xin Lang when he was a child and him now, but the man next to the child looks like he was carved out of Xin Lang.

Seeing the irrefutable photo, An Mo silently returned the photo, and softly said to Lieutenant General Meng: "He doesn't remember now, and I asked him many times if he remembered anything, and he said no."

"Where did you meet him?"

"At my house." An Mo said, "He doesn't remember anything. He knocked on doors asking for food, and I was the only one who opened the door."

Thinking back to that time, the zombie virus had just spread, and it was normal for everyone to be too vigilant and unwilling to open the door to strangers.

Thinking of this, General Meng looked at the young man's unparalleled handsome face, and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, he helped me a lot." An Mo held Xin Lang's hand, and looked at the wheelchair he was sitting on meaningfully, "I have a handicap, and he has been with me all the time. Even if so much happened Well, he didn't throw me away either."

After saying that, Xin Lang held his hand with his backhand. Unlike his cold body temperature, Xin Lang's palm was very hot, like a small hand stove in winter, and the temperature passed over really warmed An Mo's coolness finger.

General Meng looked at the two people's clasped hands, and his serious face was rarely stunned. He stared at the two for a long time, and seemed to understand what was going on.

"you……"

"Yes." An Mo nodded: "Sorry, as Xin Lang's elder, you are the most qualified to judge this matter. But before that, I hope you can understand that when we decide to be together, we must be mutually willing. "

Feelings are like moths to a flame. Even if the future result may not be satisfactory, at least when they fly away, they are full of joy.

Talking too much about the importance of feelings may cause discomfort to the elders, especially now that the world is in chaos. In the absence of moral norms, things like feelings are not worth mentioning.There were very few things An Mo wanted to emphasize, and apart from his firm tone, there was nothing uncomfortable about what he said.

So when Meng Zhongjiang looked at the two with complex expressions, and finally set his sights on Xin Lang, but did not rashly say any unpleasant words, An Mo had the feeling that he had already met Xin Lang's parents.

General Meng Zhong wanted to have a private conversation with Xin Lang. Xin Lang didn't seem to have heard him, and stood beside An Mo stubbornly. It was An Mo who let him go out, so he stood up slowly and followed behind General Meng. walked out.

During this period, An Mo picked up Xin Lang's childhood photos again, admired them carefully for a while, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Su Ye..."

This name is so strange, but Xin Lang sounds nice.

[Xin Lang, groom, what's so good about it? 】The system made sour remarks.

An Mo responded unceremoniously: [Su Ye, Su Ye, does it sound good? ]

The same sound, but one person can hear other meanings in the other party's voice.

When Xin Lang came back, he pushed An Mo's wheelchair and walked out.General Meng disappeared, and two young soldiers followed behind with their luggage on their backs. They were well-behaved and very careful.

"Where are we going?"

"Safe place."

Xin Lang said in a low voice.

Not expecting to hear an explanation from him, An Mo simply yelled to the back twice, and two young soldiers approached a little closer, An Mo didn't see Xin Lang's slightly dissatisfied face, and looked after himself chat with them.

One of the little soldiers was very talkative. Along the way, An Mo had a thorough understanding of the situation of the troops from his mouth.

When the zombies broke out, the troops were indeed attacked.Crazed zombies scrambled towards them, and the gate was basically lost. Later, they used weapons to clear some of the zombies and snatch back the transportation channel before they could barely catch their breath.It stands to reason that the army is backed by a mountain, and in such a large place, it is very likely that a few zombies will sneak in and hide in the shadows. It is wishful thinking to want to completely prevent it. Having seen a man-eating monster, his psychological defense basically collapsed.

Seeing this, the general felt that if this continues, sooner or later this place will fall again.So they divided into several teams of soldiers who could still work, and based on the gate that had been cleaned of zombies, they shrank from the inside out and surrounded a small safe zone, which was only about one-fifth of the entire army.Afterwards, the situation was much better than at the beginning. The soldiers cleared the nearby zombies in an organized and disciplined manner, and drove out to search for supplies. When the situation improved, two buildings were vacated as a survivor base, and they began to accept the uninhabited people in Z City. Survivors infected by the zombie virus.

"Now we have more and more survivors here. But they are not free to eat and drink here. Healthy men are directly integrated into the army; some professional specialties will also be assigned to separate jobs, such as nurses and doctors. And stuff like that, those careers are important."

An Mo could understand their reason for doing this. After all, there were fewer and fewer humans, but more and more zombies.Ordinary people may complain, and some people think that soldiers should protect civilians, but the longer the time passes, the more dangerous the situation will be. The ratio of zombies to humans is not equal. Sooner or later, the heavily guarded safety zone will be trampled down by zombies swarming up.

"So you also arranged for us to enter the survivor base?"

"No, the lieutenant general said, let you go directly to Colonel Su's dormitory."

An Mo blinked, then turned to look at Xin Lang: "Do you remember where you live?"

Xin Lang's face was not very good-looking, he turned his head away, and let out a low voice from his nasal cavity: "No."

An Mo raised his eyebrows: "What does 'no' mean?"

Xin Lang hummed reluctantly: "I don't know."

"Colonel Su lives in Building A1, which is a separate dormitory." The little soldier couldn't see the strange atmosphere between the two of them, so he volunteered to answer, "There is also a separate balcony and toilet, and no one has lived in it for a long time. , Xiao Liu and I will help clean up in a while."

An Mo glanced at Xin Lang, then looked away, and thanked the little soldier: "Thank you, but you don't need to help us clean up. The situation is so urgent now. One more person going to work will give us more protection. We will clean up here by ourselves." Yes, thank you."

Faced with such a sunny smile, the little soldier blushed slightly, his eyes flickered and he nodded.

Colonel Su's dormitory is located in the military dormitory of Building A1. It is located in the fifth room from the left on the third floor.

Seeing the words Su Ye, An Mo recalled his childish appearance when arguing with the system.

The door was opened, and the dust inside was a little thinner than An Mo imagined. The place visible to the naked eye was covered with a layer of floating dust. Without bedding and some daily necessities, there were only a few pieces of furniture in the room. It was empty and looked Not dirty, but very clean.

The little soldiers were going to help, but after being stopped by An Mo, they left the package at the door and left.An Mo stood up and opened the balcony door to ventilate the room. Today was sunny, and the room was soon filled with soft light.

Xin Lang had already started working quickly, and An Mo didn't want to be idle, so he picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor.After a few moves, Xin Lang snatched the broom and put it aside.

"No need to do it." Xin Lang said hoarsely, "I will do it soon."

"If I help you, it will be faster."

An Mo reached out to get the broom, but Xin Lang stopped him again.

"Need not."

"Xin Lang..."

Before the words finished, Xin Lang turned around and was about to continue cleaning the room. An Mo's face turned slightly cold, and his tone became serious.

He called the man's name word by word: "Xin Lang. Turn around and look at me."

Having been with the young man for so long, Xin Lang clearly knew when the other party got angry.

Just like now.

The puff of breath in his chest dissipated in an instant, and he was more afraid that the gentle young man would hate him because of it than sulking.

He put down the man who was working, turned around and walked to An Mo, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Why are you angry?" An Mo asked with a still cold face, "Give me a reason."

Xin Lang's thin lips were tightly pursed, and a look of panic flashed through those dark pupils. He didn't seem to want to answer this question, but chose to get close to cover this slightly sharp topic with a kiss.

But An Mo didn't give him this chance.

"If you don't answer me, I will apply to live in the survivor's base alone." He made up his mind and said deliberately: "You are Colonel Su Ye. It's almost inseparable. You should know about this. Although you Still don't remember, but from now on, I will. Just as your past is uncovered, maybe it's time for a change in our relationship."

In the next second, An Mo's shoulders were tightly held, and kisses with a little anger rushed in like a tsunami, swallowing his reason and putting everything in the most dangerous position.

An Mo raised his head and was forced to bear the deep kiss. He raised his hand to push Xin Lang away, but An Mo couldn't resist the other party's size and strength.

Just as An Mo once worried, if one day, Xin Lang is no longer subject to him, then this man will become the absolute master.

An Mo didn't want to control Xin Lang all the time, guide him, try to make him recall the past, or communicate with others normally, but after more than half a year, this situation has not improved, and even made Xin Lang more dependent on him .

At the same time, a desire to control that exudes a crazy atmosphere is also quietly growing.

The author has something to say: fight, fight, fight!

An Mo:?

Xin Lang: Fighting on the bed.