full-time nanny

To be precise, this is my second day with the little boy.For the past two days, he has been lethargic and feverish, struggling on the verge of life and death.

There is a clock without glass hanging on the wall whose color can no longer be discerned. It is seven o'clock in the morning.I sat on the chair and stretched, the blanket slipped off my body and fell to the ground, kicking up a layer of dust.I bent down and picked up the blanket and draped it over the chair. There was only one bed in the room.When Hakema was still alive, I slept in the bed, and he slept in this chair.He was afraid that someone would sneak up on him in the middle of the night, and the traps outside the house could only deal with ordinary people.If a master comes, he can react as quickly as he sleeps on a chair so that he can easily deal with the enemy.

In fact, this chair is not very comfortable to sleep on, but I have gotten used to it in the past few days.

The bed was separated by a curtain, I took a look, opened the door and walked out.There is running water in the simple toilet of the house, which is also the biggest feature of Hakema’s house.There is running water in Meteor Street, but it is a bit rare.Many people will not die of thirst, but many people will not have access to water.

Although there is water, the faucet does not often have water flowing out.And sometimes the water that flows out has a fishy smell or changes color.It's down to luck.

Today is also a good weather, the wind is still smelly, with the smell of garbage.But the sun is very warm.I took the blanket to the garbage mountain to dry, then went into the house to get a basin of water, took out a few half-rotten apples and washed them, then used the water to wash my face, and finally used the water to flush the toilet.I don't think I used to save water so much when I was in China.

I finished eating the apples, but the little dumb still didn't wake up.I think it is okay for him to sleep late after recovering from a serious illness.There are a few pieces of meat, a dozen eggs and a few handfuls of green vegetables hidden in the cabinet in the house, so dinner can be prepared better today.I opened the cabinet with the key and took out two eggs.Use a tripod to set up an iron pot on the brazier, pour water into the iron pot, wait for the water to boil before putting eggs in it.

After a while, the eggs were cooked, and I buried the fire in the brazier with ashes.The boiled water can still be drunk, and can also be distributed to let the little dumb wash his face and feet.

I was about to wake the kid up when he came out wearing that Hakma coat, which still looks like he is wearing a mosquito net.He is too thin.The little mute rubbed his eyes with one hand and lifted the curtain with the other, with a confused and bewildered expression.

"Wash your face, rinse your mouth and eat."

"..."

He seemed to wake up all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and then narrowed again after a while.I walked up to him, rolled up the too long sleeves to expose his hands, then pulled Hakema's towel to him, and said in a commanding tone: "The washing water has been made for you, Grab a towel and wash your face."

He took the towel and walked over without saying a word.After he cleaned up, I instructed him to wash his feet with face water.He did as well, and seemed to enjoy it.Finally, let him carry water to flush the toilet.

"Good morning, Mr. Dumb, here is your breakfast."

I adjusted my facial expression a bit, hoping that I would look amiable, since no one wants to look at a zombie face in the morning.

After drying the towel on the rope, the little mute looked at me and walked in a little bit.He nodded slightly at me, and I smiled and put two eggs in his palm.He lowered his eyes in a daze, looking at the two eggs in his hand, and there were strange emotional fluctuations in his big black eyes.Just when I thought he was going to hatch the chicks with those two eggs, he broke the eggs mercilessly, then quickly peeled off and started eating.It's a thousand miles away from the look of reluctance before.

After eating two eggs, he choked.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and handed him the cooler boiled water, and he took a gulp, beat his chest and swallowed hard.

"Eat slowly, I will bury you if you choke to death."

"...Uh...cough cough!"

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I decided to take the little mute for a walk around here, let him familiarize himself with the surrounding terrain and some familiar faces.At least don't let him get lost if I let him go out, or be abducted by someone.There are some familiar faces here, they will exchange items, and they will not easily attack people they know.It can be regarded as leaving a way out for each other, and everyone doesn't want to get too stiff.After locking the door, I took his hand. He shook his hand and tried to break free, but I grabbed him even tighter. I didn't care if it hurt him or not. I just grabbed him, watching his face turn ugly.

"It's dangerous outside, I'll lead you by the hand."

After I said this, he gave up after a couple of ruthless shakes.Refuse me to touch it, but when he had a fever, I touched it inside and out.

Hakema used to lead me around the garbage dump like this, but now I'm dragging the little dumb to the garbage dump.

It's not easy to go to the dump, because not everyone is digging through the trash, and some people are chopping.They were having a great time chopping, they were chopping vigorously, chasing after each other, it was very lively.It's not quiet here every day.

The little mute leaned a little closer to me, and I raised the corners of my mouth.

"Hey! You incompetent bastard! You sneaked up on me last time, this time I will kill you!"

"Hey, Latin America, you dirty dog, don't you think that the last lesson was not enough? Do you want me to blow your head full of garbage?"

"Oh my God! For God's sake, I can play somewhere else, I can't even dig through the trash!"

Familiar voices of provocation and abuse, I pulled the little mute and walked past them calmly.

The flames of war were on the verge of breaking out, and the two groups fought again.Dangerous objects in the garbage are flying everywhere, such as tables, metal, glass, steel plates, bricks, water pipes, door panels, electrical appliances...

"See, those two leaders don't mess with them. If you see them, go around. There is also the man who digs through the garbage. He is okay with children, and he can act with him occasionally. Maybe he will give him a hand when he shows kindness. You have something good. The old woman on the left has a bad temper and doesn’t like children, so don’t get close to her. The middle-aged man with a rotten hat has a house here. There is also a woman named Angela, she is recognized as a sexy goddess in the neighborhood, if you see her, please detour. Although she may not be interested in skinny children...%...,#*'☆&℃$︿★￥"

I babbled a lot to the little mute like a Tang monk, and I didn't know if he was listening.

Suddenly, a black shadow covered me, and the little mute grabbed my hand hard.I looked up to see a dilapidated piano being thrown over.The little mute wanted to break free from my hand and run alone, but I threw him down and fell to the ground myself.

"Shua—" "Boom!"

The piano flew over and rolled to one side at a low altitude of tens of centimeters above the two of us. I felt the beating heartbeat of the little mute, and his face turned blue.I stood up and pulled him up, and continued to explain the things in this area eloquently.

After walking a few more meters, several knives flew in the air, and I grabbed the knives firmly with my right hand. "Hold this knife, it's quite sharp, the ones at home are a little blunt."

The little mute nodded and took the knife, and I dragged him for another ten meters.A person was thrown over, straight in the direction of the little mute.I picked him up and turned to the left. The man screamed and flew away, stuck upside down in the trash like an onion.

The children on Meteor Street are very adaptable, and the little dumb got used to the chaotic phenomenon here.There is bloodshed every day.These are all small fights. Those scenes with bloody heads and flying limbs are visually horrifying, but the real fear is those masters who kill with one blow.They kill without blood, cold, cruel and powerful.

There are so many masters on Meteor Street, if you don't want to die early, you have to learn to keep a low profile.Unless you have rampant capital.

"Hey, isn't this Patty, Hakema's apprentice? You found another man right after your master died?"

"Good afternoon Patty, but like Maddie said, who is this kid?"

A few familiar faces greeted me while digging through the trash, not everyone speaks in a civilized way.Some people speak hard, but they have a warm heart.I don't hate them.I just took this opportunity to introduce the little mute.I pulled him in front of me and said with a smile: "Hakema can't control me anymore. This kid is my adopted child, well, please take care of him."

"The child can be sent to an orphanage, where there are free milk powder and beds."

"The orphanage is not as comfortable as home. The death rate there is not low, and I can afford to support him."

The little mute was still unwilling to speak, so he quietly let me hold my hand without any resistance.

After taking him around for a while, he casually rummaged through a few pieces of smaller clothes and went home. He put the knife in his hand on the table.I dried those clothes outside the house.I just remembered that I haven't introduced myself to him yet.I was too careless.

"My name is Patty. This year, I am qualified to be your guardian." This name was given to me by Hakema, and it will be my only name in this world.

He looked at me with obsidian eyes, his lips parted, but no sound came out.I reached out and rubbed his hair, uh, it's time for him to wash his hair.

"To celebrate your arrival, I'll have a delicious meal today. I'll wash your hair after dinner."

The author has something to say: How much do I hate OTZ in class...

My heart is already wild, the class and so on are too life-consuming

PS: Thank you Aju and Xiao Xiao for the mines and grenades, thank you everyone!