How to survive in the wasteland of human cubs

Nine years later.

Only dots of buildings are exposed on the empty snow, like ice sculptures with strange shapes.

A mutant hare the size of a wolfdog crawled on the snow, with scarlet eyes and carnivore-like long fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth.

The mutant looked around alertly, as if it suddenly sensed something, it jumped behind an ice wall and hid.

Amidst the heavy snow, a burly black lion with a mane covered in frost came slowly.

A man was carried on the black lion's back. He was wearing a thick animal fur coat, a fur hat and a scarf wrapped around his face, and only a pair of black and white eyes were exposed from his whole body.

Those eyes are big and bright, like two lakes that never freeze.The long and curly eyelashes were dyed white by ice and snow, like two flapping butterfly wings.

The mutant species lay motionless behind the ice wall, its red eyes glowing greedily, staring at the man on the lion's back.

The black lion walked casually, flicking its tail lightly, swaying across the snow.

The man on the lion's back didn't realize the danger was coming, so he just swayed his feet slightly.

The feet were also wrapped in thick animal skins, wrapped several times with ropes, making them round and chubby in a naive manner.

Although the mutants were afraid of the black lion, hunger finally defeated the fear. The moment the black lion walked behind the ice wall, it rushed towards the man on the lion's back.

It opened its mouth in the air and exposed its fangs, aiming at the neck under the thick scarf.It can imagine the warmth of the blood flowing through the throat at the moment when the neck was crushed.

The man on the lion's back was unprepared, and was still sitting swayingly, but just when the mutant's fangs were about to touch the back of his neck, he slid to the side as if he couldn't sit still.

The arc he slid was not that big, just enough to let the mutant jump over his head.

The mutated species gritted its teeth, and only tasted the icy cold air in its throat, but it turned around the moment it hit the ground, ready to pounce again.

But its powerful hind legs kept calling, and the strength in its body was rapidly disappearing.It staggered forward a few steps, then fell headfirst on the snow.

——There was an extra knife wound on the abdomen with light-colored gray hair, and the blood had solidified before it flowed out.

The black lion seemed to be used to all this, picked up the corpse of the mutated hare, and continued to move forward in a calm manner.

After a while, it stopped in front of a building that looked like it was five stories high.

The man on the lion's back slid to the ground, because the clothes were too thick, and his movements looked a little clumsy.He stepped on the puffing snow to the window, pressed the combination lock, and turned in through the open window.

The black lion continued to stay outside the building, skillfully skinned the mutant hare, cleaned the internal organs, and then buried the internal organs in the snow far away from the building.

The people in the house took off their thick animal fur coats and leather pants, and shook off the ice slag on them, revealing the light gray turtleneck sweater and fleece pants they were wearing.

This sweater is obviously hand-woven, and the wool is uneven in thickness. It doesn't look like machine-produced wool, but rather like yarn made directly from animal hair.

The sweater was a bit baggy, making him look quite small.When he took off his scarf and hat, he revealed a very handsome boy.

Curly hair fell in a mess, covering his ears and his fair forehead.

The boy squatted down, untied the rope and animal skin wrapped around his feet, and walked briskly towards the stairs wearing a pair of wool socks.

When passing by the lobby on the fifth floor, he looked at a big round dumpling lying on the sofa: "Binunu, the new pants my brother made for you? They look good in them."

The sofa was made of wood, and the whole body was pitted and pitted. Binunu was wearing a pair of yellow plaid overalls and was lying on it in a hollow state.After hearing the boy's voice, it didn't even give it a wink, it just turned over and pointed the back of its head at him.

"In a bad mood?" The boy asked Binunu while holding the handrail of the stairs, and then said to himself: "Forget it, anyway, you are always in a bad mood."

Dengdengdeng.

The boy went upstairs like a gust of wind, and Binunu turned back and continued to empty, like a big moldy potato.

"Brother, brother." The boy called twice, but got no response.He went downstairs quickly, bypassed the stairs on the fifth floor and went down to the fourth floor, and pushed open the closed door at the top of the stairs.

The moment the door opened, the passionate symphony burst out, breaking through the silence in the building in an instant, sweeping every corner like a whirlwind.

There are various instruments and tools stacked inside the door, as well as some wooden blocks, ironware and plastic mills, like a messy workshop.

In front of the wooden frame in the center of the room, stood a slender young man with his back to the door, planing a long piece of wood on the wooden frame with a planer.

His hair is a bit long, tied casually behind his head, and a pencil is pinned behind his ear.The muscles under the gray T-shirt are tight and powerful but not exaggerated, drawing smooth and perfect lines with the movements.

The young man leaned against the door frame and didn't go in, but a trace of spiritual power quietly entered the young man's spiritual domain, like a naughty little fish, scratching at the spiritual power that was flowing quietly like silk.

Then he was pressed and scratched by those mental forces in turn.

The boy laughed, withdrew his energy and trotted in, hugging the man's waist from behind, "What are you doing?"

With a tape measure in his mouth, the young man muttered something vaguely, but the symphony was too loud for the boy to hear clearly.

"What are you talking about?" He stuck his head out of the man's arm and looked at his face from bottom to top.

From his perspective, the young man's jaw line is graceful and smooth, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and his handsomeness is almost dazzling.

From the eyebrows and eyes, you can vaguely find the shadow of the boy back then, but the childishness has faded, and there is more masculine charm that has just entered adulthood.There was no longer that indifference on his body, and he added a bit of leisurely and lazy temperament.

Feng Chen took off the tape measure in his mouth: "Yan Bubu, I told you to go away, don't block me."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a violent knock on the ceiling above his head, and the sound even overwhelmed the sound of the symphony.

Then there was a bang, and an angry piece of wood was thrown from the stairs and smashed against the door.

"Binunu is angry."

"Go and turn it off."

Yan Bubu went to turn off the stereo, and the noisy world immediately quieted down, and there was no knocking on the ceiling anymore.

Feng Chen looked at the wood with half-closed eyes, and used a planer to plan out the uneven places, and asked, "Have you done your homework today? I'm running outside."

He had a good voice, low and magnetic, but Yan Bubu pretended not to hear, walked over to look at the piece of wood, Gu Zuo said to him, "What are you doing?"

"That's why I didn't do it." Feng Chen nodded, "You are not allowed to go out in the afternoon, and make up today's homework."

"Oh." Yan Bubu responded obediently, stood by and continued to watch him do the carpentry, scratching his thighs.

Feng Chen stared at the wood, but asked in his mouth: "Didn't you wear woolen trousers over the woolen trousers when you went out just now? Frostbite broke out again?"

"Hmm, itchy."

"Deserving it."

Yan Bubu squatted on the log and looked at him sideways: "There are many people in the movie who wear sweaters, but I have never seen anyone who wears wool pants."

"so what?"

"Brother, do you know what fashion is? Wearing woolen trousers doesn't look fashionable at all."

Feng Chen took off the pencil pinned behind his ear: "Those movies were at least ten years ago. You call things ten years ago fashion?"

"I saw a saying that fashion is actually a reincarnation. I have watched so many movies, including movies from decades ago, and I have never seen reincarnation on woolen pants..."

Feng Chen turned his head to look at him, saw that he was still scratching, and said, "Go and apply some chilblain ointment, you used it last time and left it in the cabinet."

This floor was vacated by Feng Chen, a small part was used as a workshop, and a large part was used as a training room. The original things of the room were piled up in the corner of the workshop.Yan Bubu went to open the small cabinet there, and took out Feng Chen's homemade chilblain ointment.

Feng Chen marked the wood with a pencil, then turned his head to look at Yan Bubu.

"Can you check the occasion before taking off your pants?"

Yan Bubu had already taken off the fleece trousers to the knees, and was applying chilblain ointment to his thighs. His two straight, white legs were exposed to the air.

"Anyway, there's no one..." Yan Bubu put the bottle of chilblain ointment in front of him, wrinkled his nose and sniffed it, "It stinks to death."

"I'm not human?" Feng Chen asked back.

"You are an older brother, you are not a human being."

Yan Bubu applied chilblain ointment on the red bumps on both legs, then pulled up his trousers and walked to Feng Chen's side, and handed the chilblain ointment bottle under his nose: "Smell it, does it stink?"

"Where is the stink? The mutated weasel that was finally caught, its fat boiled into ointment is the most effective for chilblain." Feng Chen warned: "You are not allowed to wash the chilblain ointment on your legs."

"Obviously it stinks." Yan Bubu squinted at him with his big eyes.

"Scent, a strange fragrance." Feng Chen said without changing his expression.

Yan Bubu: "It stinks, it stinks like fart."

"Extraordinary fragrance."

"Fart stinks."

Feng Chen ignored him and buried himself in drawing lines on the wood.Yan Bubu scooped out a small amount of chilblain ointment, rubbed it under his nose suddenly, and ran out like a gust of wind.

"If you say it's fragrant, then you can smell it enough."

Amid the rapid footsteps, Feng Chen didn't even look back at him, but slowly pulled a piece of paper from the side roll, wiped his nose carefully, and continued to draw lines on the wood.

Yan Bubu ran to the sixth floor in one breath, and when he passed the fifth floor, Binunu raised his body and bared his teeth at him, and he quickly slowed down his steps.

The sixth floor is no longer what it used to be, with several more pieces of furniture.

There was a hand-woven blanket on the sofa, and a chaise longue by the window was upholstered with thick animal skins.A few books and a toolbox were thrown on the bay window, which contained tools and semi-finished products.

There is a large bookcase on the wall by the window. Various military books are placed on the top three floors, and all the printed and bound books are on the middle three floors.

Those bound books are covered with thick white paper, and neat pen characters are written on the spine: lower grade mathematics, lower grade Chinese, middle grade mathematics, middle grade Chinese, upper grade mathematics... Arranged neatly from low to high The book, including various disciplines, occupies two floors.

The bottom three floors are piles of exam papers, all of which are photocopied by myself.The contents of the stacks of papers on the left are quite advanced and professional, and the fonts are neat and elegant, and the correct answers are annotated with red pen in the mistakes.

The stacks of papers on the right range from counting ducklings in the lower grades to complex math problems in the upper grades. The answers filled in range from childish scribbles to gradually forming their own fonts. The strokes are round, like chubby ones small ball.

Although the test papers were densely written, it could be seen that the people who did the questions were very serious, but there were many big red crosses in the review, which was extremely glaring.

This hall is no longer empty, it is filled with daily necessities, and it is full of life everywhere.The hole in the center of the house is not covered anymore, only an iron rod is erected in the middle.

Yan Bubu jumped on the sofa and sat down, and told the robot Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, play a movie for me." He lowered his voice again, "...The title of the movie is Secret Love."

"Xiaoqi will play the secret love immediately." The robot slid over from the corner and turned on the projector loudly.

"Keep your voice down!" Yan Bubu looked towards the stairs, and quickly changed his words: "Forget it, don't let that one go, let it go... There are many dangers."

"Xiaoqi immediately plays the crisis."

Yan Bubu sat cross-legged on the sofa, and grabbed the doll that was renamed the bench next to him.

The iron sheet of the bench has been polished to shine, and the color of one ear is slightly different. It should be that the original ear fell off and the other one was added later.

When the opening music sounded, Yan Bubu threw himself to the side of the sofa, picked up the communicator on the small table, and pointed in the direction of the sound.

Immediately the same music came from the fifth floor, but this time Binunu was not heard angrily tapping on the wall or the ceiling.

After Yan Bubu put the communicator away, he saw Binunu climbing up the iron pole from the hole in the center of the room.

"Your favorite is in danger." Yan Bubu patted the place next to him.

Binunu walked over without looking sideways, and rolled up on the sofa with two little claws, with a reserved and haughty attitude.

The title track of the movie ends and the feature film begins.

Yan Bubu stared at the picture, picked up the plate on the coffee table in front of him with one hand, and handed a piece of wood to Binunu with the other.

He held a plate of jerky and chewed slowly, while Binunu watched and gnawed on the wood.

The black lion came up without a sound, and the meat pad fell on the floor without making a sound.It has already dealt with the mutant rabbit and wiped its paws with snow, making it look extremely clean.

It came over and lay down on the carpet in front of Binunu, saw sawdust on its little paws, and couldn't help but want to lick it off.

As a result, as soon as the tongue stuck out, Binunu scratched its face.

The black lion turned his head as if nothing had happened, and began to watch the movie quietly.

"...Don't go into that alley, don't go in..."

This movie is Binunu's favorite, and Yan Bubu has watched it countless times with it.Binunu's face was full of tension, his black eyes stared at the screen for a moment, and his little claws pinched the piece of wood tightly.

It wasn't until the heroine stopped by the alley and walked to the lawn on the left that one person and two quantum beasts breathed a sigh of relief.

Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and a slender figure appeared at the top of the stairs.While rolling up the sleeves of his T-shirt, Feng Chen asked the person on the sofa: "What do you want for lunch?"

"Whatever." Yan Bubu stared at the screen intently.

Feng Chen stood at the stairs, half-closed his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Then you go and do something for me."

"Uh...then eat roasted rabbit meat with potatoes." Yan Bubu shook his head, and his long curly hair followed suit.

Feng Chen walked to the kitchen: "Go dig potatoes yourself."

"Okay, I'll watch this episode with Binunu, it's very exciting, and I'll go after she escapes from the dungeon," Yan Bubu said.

Feng Chen stopped and turned around: "If you delay—"

"No, no." Yan Bubu raised his finger to assure, "3 minutes."

In the kitchen, the sound of thawing in the microwave and boiling water and chopping meat came from the kitchen.Yan Bubu watched the part where the protagonist escaped from the dungeon, got up slowly, and walked slowly to the stairs.

"...You cunning Kaitla man, none of what you say is true." Yan Bubu recited the lines together with the protagonist, stopped in the middle of the room, and said to the attentive Binunu: "How about I accompany you?" Have you finished reading this paragraph?"

"Yan Bubu." Feng Chen's warning voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"I'm going to dig potatoes." Yan Bubu quickly went up to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor was originally a laboratory. Feng Chen removed those experimental equipment, dug soil from under the ice, went to the supply point to find vegetable seeds, and changed the hall and several rooms into a vegetable field.

The hall is divided into two parts, one is planted with potatoes and the other is planted with corn. There is not enough sunlight coming in from the windows, and several high-pressure sodium lamps are hung on the ceiling to artificially fill in the light.

Yan Bubu picked up the small hoe on the wall, dug out a few potatoes from the ground, went to the small room to check, and picked two cucumbers that had already grown.

He carried the vegetables back to the kitchen on the sixth floor. Feng Chen had already put the rabbit meat into the pot and was skillfully stirring it.He wore an apron made from old clothes, and a few locks of untied hair hung down his cheeks, shaking slightly with his movements.

Yan Bubu squatted at his feet peeling potatoes, heard the interlude in the movie, and sang along.

"...thy lips are rose petals, poisoned with the sweetest poison..."

Feng Chen's movements paused, and he interrupted his singing: "Leave the potatoes, I'll peel them."

But Yan Bubu said: "Let me help you, I'll just peel the skin... Your gaze is like a knife out of its sheath, hiding the sharpest cold light..."

Feng Chen said: "No need, you stop singing, go to the movies, and accompany Binunu."

Yan Bubu stopped singing, looked up at Feng Chen: "You don't want me to accompany you?"

"I don't want to." Feng Chen said decisively.

"You don't want to hear me sing either?"

"Do not want to."

Yan Bubu smiled slyly: "But I think! Your lips are rose petals, quenched with the sweetest poison..."

boom!

The door frame made a loud noise, a piece of wood hit the door frame and fell to the ground, Gululu rolled to Yan Bubu's side.

Yan Bubu peeked out and saw Binunu staring at him with a livid body, and hurriedly said, "OK, OK, stop singing."

Yan Bubu closed his mouth to peel the potatoes, Feng Chen heaved a sigh of relief.