How to survive in the wasteland of human cubs

Every time Feng Chen recalled the disaster many years ago, he couldn't think of any warning in advance.

If he insisted on finding a clue, he wondered if he lost the backpack pendant that Yan Bubu gave him that day.

April 2105, 4

"Master Feng, the plane will take off for home in half an hour, and we are leaving the training ground now, do you have any luggage to pack?"

An officer stood in the simple single dormitory, lowered his head slightly, and spoke respectfully.

Opposite him is a well-built teenager, who is straightening his suit and bow tie in front of the mirror.The face in the mirror was very handsome. Although he looked young, his childish outline revealed a calmness that did not match his age.

Feng Chen didn't reply, he turned his head and walked out of the house, the officer picked up his suitcase and backpack and followed.

There were several teenagers standing on the lawn outside the dormitory, shaking hands and saying goodbye to each other. After seeing Feng Chen, they stopped talking without realizing it, and the smile on their faces froze.

Feng Chen walked towards the door without looking aside, the sun was shining from the side, making his somewhat pale skin show a cold texture similar to jade.

A teenager looked at his back and said in a low voice unwillingly: "This young eagle special combat training, let this guy get No. 1 again."

"The main reason is that you have been running a fever for a while, and your condition is not good. You will compare him next year." Another teenager comforted.

"But next year I will be 15 years old, exceeding the upper age limit for the Young Eagle Special War."

"Ah, what should we do then? Feng Chen seems to be only 12 years old, won't we still be defeated by him for three years?"

"Don't compare with him, he's just a freak."

Their voices were not low, but Feng Chen remained expressionless, got on the jeep waiting at the gate, and left the training camp at lightning speed.

Half an hour later, at the nearby military airport, a small private airliner rushed into the sky and flew towards the distant United States.

In the cabin, the officers sort out the unpacked luggage with the background sound of the TV news.Feng Chen leaned back on his seat and turned on the cell phone that had been turned off during the training camp.

The moment the screen turned on, several messages popped up.

Mother: Feng Chen, after your training camp is over, our whole family will go to the island for vacation.

Mother: Feng Chen, your Uncle Chen is going to give a speech in Hongcheng to run for president. Your father is his friend for many years. We have to go there once, so we can only ask Adjutant Wang to pick you up.

Feng Chen lowered his eyes to look at the date of the last message, which showed that it was yesterday. He put down his phone, and heard the voice of the female news anchor.

"... I don't know if General Feng Zaiping will appear at Consul Chen Size's speech—"

The female anchor's voice stopped abruptly, the TV was turned off, Feng Chen threw the remote control on the small table in front of him, with a hint of impatience faintly showing between his brows.

The officer turned around and asked tentatively, "Master Feng, are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Chen shook his head.

He was actually a little uncomfortable.In the past few days, there was always a low-grade fever with unknown reasons, which didn't last long and returned to normal soon, so he didn't take it seriously.

Now that he had a low fever again, he couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his forehead.After asking a few words in a low voice, the officer, who was very good at observing words and expressions, put down his marching backpack and went to the flight attendant to get medicine.

Feng Chen was the only one left in the cabin. He looked at the black backpack and suddenly found that a pendant on it was missing.

It was a brown furry accessory, maybe a bear, or maybe a rabbit, but he didn't look at it carefully.It's only when I occasionally feel something colliding with the backpack slightly that I suddenly remember it.

Of course, I will also think of Yan Bubu incidentally.

Yan Bubu would often stuff some weird things into his backpack before he went out, so he used to wipe the test papers with a chocolate that was similar to an eraser during the written test, and he also took out the Out of a colorful plastic sword.

He was very angry, but Yan Bubu was only six years old, so he could only yell at him and threaten him with a sharp tone and eyes.

His method is very effective for others, no matter who they are, they respect him, but Yan Bubu is not among these people.

Yan Bubu has a thick skin, just after being scolded by him, he will lean towards him again with his little curly hair.

Feng Chen could only bear it and chose to ignore Yan Bubu's existence.Anyway, in a few years, he will enter the military academy, and Yan Bubu will leave his world completely.

He didn't throw away the pendant this time, not because he liked it, but because he was used to disregarding it, and was used to disregarding all traces of Yan Bubu.

"Master, do you want to rest for a while? The plane will arrive in several hours." After Feng Chen took the medicine, the officer took the water glass and asked.

Feng Chen nodded, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

He felt the sunshade being lowered, the back of the seat was lowered, a blanket was thrown over him, and soon he fell asleep amidst the monotonous hum of the plane.

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The sun was shining brightly. After the maid Amei finished her work, she hurried back to the maid's room, took out the quilt and hung it to dry on the rope in the courtyard.

Seeing the dark wetness in the middle of the quilt, Amei asked with a sullen face, "Yan Bubu, did you drink water again before going to bed last night?"

Standing under the eaves was a five or six-year-old boy, with his hands in the chest pockets of his dark blue overalls and his curly hair in a mess, he said dejectedly: "Yes."

"Didn't I tell you not to drink water before going to bed?"

Yan Bubu gently kicked the leg of the table in front of him with his sneakers, and replied in a low voice, "Because I was thirsty and couldn't sleep, so I drank a little."

"How much is a little?"

"It's just a little bit as many water glasses."

"Full glass?"

"……Um."

Ah Mei unfolded the quilt and felt a little dizzy. She stretched out her hand and touched her forehead. She guessed that she had a low-grade fever again, so she said a little irritably: "Which six-year-old child still wets the bed? People will laugh at you if you say it. From now on, even if you are thirsty, sleep Don't drink too much before."

"understood."

Seeing that Amei stopped talking about him, Yan Bubu asked again: "Mom, is the young master coming back today?"

"That's right, Adjutant Wang went to pick him up yesterday."

Yan Bubu's big eyes burst out with joy, he jumped on the spot twice, and the soft curly hair on the top of his head also swayed to and fro, and two locks slipped and hung on his ears.

Amei turned her head to look at him, and said with a serious face: "Boob, after the young master comes back, don't keep running in front of him, you don't want to be seen by others, you understand?"

"Understood." Yan Bubu giggled, his eyes slightly squinted under the sun, he opened his arms and began to circle happily.

Amei knew that he just promised well, but she had no choice but to sigh and walk towards the main building, telling her: "There is a piece of cake on the plate on the table, wash your hands before eating."

Yan Bubu spun around while responding. In his field of vision was the constantly spinning blue sky, the servants' room, and the back of his mother walking into the main building.

He can usually spin like this for a long time, but after only a few rounds now, he feels dizzy, staggering and unable to stand still.

He wanted to help the small table next to him, but his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton. After shaking a few steps like drunk, he fell to the ground.

Yan Bubu stared blankly at the front, saw the lawn in the yard undulating like sea water, and the straight buildings in the distance looked like wheat fields blown by the wind, and bent down one after another.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the depths of the ground, as if an unknown beast was buried, roaring dully.

The ground shook violently, and the cement board above his head cracked and cracked, and a section fell and hit Yan Bubu beside him.Amidst the dust everywhere and the loud sound of houses collapsing, he couldn't stand up, and could only crawl forward instinctively.

"Boob—"

He vaguely heard his mother's hissing from the direction of the main building, and just as he was about to respond, there was darkness in front of him.

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The plane was descending, Feng Chen looked at the familiar city below through the porthole.

Haiyun City is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and one of the buildings is particularly eye-catching. It is a thousand meters high and straight into the sky. It is the landmark building of Haiyun City, Haiyun Tower.

The sunlight came in from the porthole, coating the young man's fair skin with a layer of light gold, and the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes also diluted a bit, making his facial features even more handsome.

"Master, do you want to go home directly later?" the officer asked.

Feng Chen had just taken a nap, his low fever subsided, and his spirits improved a lot, he said, "Go home directly."

The aircraft accelerated its descent, the landing gear touched the ground, and taxied steadily on the runway.

The officer stood up and was going to open the lid of the luggage rack, and Feng Chen also went to unfasten the seat belt on his waist.

boom!

There was a sudden noise somewhere in the cabin, and the fuselage shook violently.

The officer muttered: "What's the matter? Are there no clearing obstacles on the runway?"

Feng Chen looked out the window subconsciously, but the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly, and his whole body condensed into a sculpture.

The terminal building in the distance has tilted into an unbelievable angle, and collapsed under the overwhelming load, stirring up dust in the sky.

In the white smoke, someone was running towards the tarmac, but the flat road surface suddenly cracked a wide crack, spreading rapidly like a crack in a glass window, swallowing those running people in an instant.

Across the airtight cabin, Feng Chen couldn't hear the outside sound, only his own rapid breathing.Before he had time to think about what happened, the plane was violently turbulent again.

Oxygen masks popped up above the seats, and the officer shouted: "Don't panic, it's a violent attack, everyone sit down."

The two flight attendants behind also quickly sat down and asked the captain about the situation with the walkie-talkie.

The plane wobbled and rushed forward. Feng Chen saw that the runway and lawn on the side of the plane seemed to be kneaded and pulled by a pair of giant hands. Some were squeezed and bulged into hillocks, while others were broken and collapsed, falling deep into the newly formed cracks.

boom!There was another loud bang, the plane tilted to the left, the suitcase fell from the luggage rack, rolled and hit the left wall of the cabin.

Amidst the screams of the two flight attendants, Feng Chen gripped the seat board tightly with his hands, and watched as the two planes parked on the tarmac slipped into a bottomless gap.

"Put on your oxygen mask," the officer yelled at him.

Feng Chen came back to his senses, quickly pulled the swaying oxygen mask in front of him and buckled it up, then followed the life-saving knowledge he had learned during the training camp, bent down, buried his head in his knees, and tightened his calves back.

The runway behind the plane was collapsing in pieces, while the runway in front was twisted into an earthworm shape, bumpy and uneven.The pilot probably wanted to go back into the air, but he couldn't pick up the speed anymore, he just staggered forward.

White smoke came out of the cabin, the alarm sounded sharply, the plane shook several times as if it was about to tip over, and finally turned sharply to the right and rushed to the lawn on the right.

A strong impact suddenly hit, Feng Chen flew forward, and was firmly buckled back into the seat by the seat belt.Amidst the terrified screams of the flight attendants, he only felt his head buzzing and then lost consciousness.