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The heavy motorcycle drove into the Garan Hall, and there was a row of assembled vehicles parked in the open space on the east side of the yard. The first one was a large-displacement off-road vehicle with a big torch pattern painted on the front cover.

Seeing Cen Zhuo, more than [-] free army boys got out of the car and bowed to this side from a considerable distance.

Cen Zhuo didn't respond, the wound on his stomach hurt when he saw these people.

"The boss of the Freedom Army is here," Cen Zhuo drove the car to the president's building, "Will you meet me?"

"Not interested." Zhu Yeliang turned off the heating system.

"Girl, she's pretty." Cen Zhuo had no choice but to turn the car around and send him back to the disassembly workshop.

Zhui Yeliang stepped down to the ground. Although he was wearing crappy cheap armor, he had a strong frame and a superb posture in every move.

"What do you want in this shabby workshop?" Cen Zhuo lazily invited him, with his legs spread out and his elbows propped on the handlebars of the motorcycle, "Come and live at my place."

Zhu Yeliang waved his hands and stepped into the workshop door.

Cen Zhuo still didn't give up: "Let's cultivate and cultivate our relationship!"

A sentence was thrown from the door: "Get out!"

Cen Zhuo smiled, started the motorcycle, and drove back to the chairman's building. Jin Shui was in the living room, accompanied by Lu Jiu. When he saw him coming back, he immediately got up and gave way. While rubbing shoulders, he asked softly, "Why did you go so long?"

Cen Zhuo didn't answer, but patted him on the shoulder and walked towards Jin Shui.

Lu Jiusuo closed the door and left, and the two of them were left in the room. Boss Jin was still dressed like that, with military boots, black pants, and a long ponytail. ?”

"Thanks to you." Cen Zhuo had something to say, and sat down next to her.

"I'm just here to see if you're dead, and by the way, talk about dealing with No. 88."

She is so poor, Cen Zhuo is very happy, smiling and leaning on the back of the sofa, winking at her: "Let's talk, sister."

Jin Shui frowned: "Who's sister?"

"I'm 21," Cen Zhuo stretched his waist, and put his two long legs on the coffee table, "I belong to the dragon."

This kid is quite interesting, Jin Shui smiled: "I am a cow."

"Female junior," Cen Zhuo said suddenly, "Hold the gold brick."

Jin Shui kicked his leg off the coffee table: "You are not sick."

Cen Zhuo rubbed his legs and looked at her distressedly: "I want to marry you or something, is it considered sick?"

Jin Shui's face turned red. For so many years, she has never regarded herself as a woman, and no one else dared to treat her as a woman. When she first heard the word "marriage", her heart was really like a puddle of stagnant water. Wei Lan.

But if it is said that Cen Zhuo fell in love with her after being stabbed by her, she would not believe it if he was killed: "What kind of bad fart is simmering in my stomach, let it go quickly."

"Sister, have you ever thought about unifying Shenyang?"

Jin Shui was stunned.

Cen Zhuo asked: "We joined forces to destroy No. 88, and then what? A and C will fight to the death?"

Jin Shui stared into his eyes, bright and boyish eyes.

"If you and I were one family, there would be no war in Shenyang, the city could develop, and the people would have a bright future. Here, it will be a paradise."

So it was a political marriage, Jin Shui's heart ached, she would not be treated as a woman after all.

"You are 24, and you can still wear bones for a year. If you need a man to rely on, I am the best choice."

Jin Shui didn't speak.

"I swear with the knife I stabbed in your place, I will never look at other women again in this life."

What he said were all negotiating conditions, Jin Shui shook his head: "But you don't love me."

Cen Zhuo opened his mouth and said truthfully, "I will learn to love you."

Jin Shui needs to think about it, she has been the boss for so many years, and she thinks that she has gone through all kinds of storms, but Cen Zhuo's shooting made her a little dizzy.

After sending off Jin Shui, it was already late, after running outside for a day, Cen Zhuo was very tired, so he stripped off his clothes and got into the duvet, and fell asleep quickly.

I saw that scene again, the small low window, the sun was shining outside the window, the whole family gathered together, breakfast was noodle soup boiled in clear water, with a little salt, and each had a small bowl.

The faces of the family members could no longer be seen clearly, the door was pushed open, and Lu Jiusuo ran in with a broken ball in his arms.

"Oh, Xiaojiu, it's really time for you to come..." It should be my sister who spoke.

Then there was mother: "Come on, Xiao Jiu, Auntie gives you this bowl..."

"Mom, don't worry about him, he is the third brother's friend, let the third child treat him..." It was the elder brother who said the knife.

Cen Zhuo was sitting at the table, feeling like he was going to cry, no, he was holding his pants with both hands, not to take all this away, at this moment, his father stood up, put down the bowl, and looked out the window: "There seems to be some noise..."

No!Cen Zhuo shouted in his heart, but in his dream he couldn't make a sound, he could only stare blankly at the window, for a second, maybe two seconds, a huge fireball shattered the glass, and everything in front of him flew up.

The bones that fell from the sky fought fiercely in the alleys of this slum, with blades, explosive mines, and dense bullets. There were no neutron cannons at that time, but the terrifying force of steel was enough to destroy all families.

Cen Zhuo's home is one of them.

Amidst waves of terrifying explosions, he opened his eyes, his left shoulder was burning with pain, and he sat up amidst the ruins. He saw the broken rice bowl, the dust-stained dough pieces, and then blood.

My sister's waist was broken on the chair, and her long hair was spread along the edge of the table, like silk, fluttering in the breeze and sunlight.

The father should have thrown himself on the mother's body, and the two of them were all gone from the chest up.

elder brother?

Cen Zhuo shouted: "Brother!"

A person suddenly came from the door—it should be the door, the house had already collapsed—turned up and crawled towards him with his head and body covered in dirt. It wasn't his brother, but Lu Jiusuo. Both eyes were blood red.

Only then did Cen Zhuo look over his left shoulder. If possible, he would never think of this scene.

"Ahhh!" He howled crazily, and Lu Jiusuo couldn't hold him in his arms. He hugged his neck and cried loudly, shouting hysterically, "Brother, I hurt! I hurt to death, brother ——!”

With a flick, Cen Zhuo woke up in his expensive duvet, with tears all over his face, and his left abdomen was hot. He probably broke the wound away by riding a motorcycle. He got out of bed and turned on the light, and took out cotton cloth and alcohol from the drawer. , Skillfully bandaged to stop the bleeding, then sat down covering the wound, turned his head, and saw the moon outside the window.

"Brother..." As soon as he said this word, his nose became sore.

His brother's body was never found, maybe it was blown to pieces. There were more than 70 people in that alley, only he and Lu Jiusuo's two children survived. They wandered to the nearby Baicheng like beggars and became two bastards.

"Oh," Cen Zhuo smiled bitterly, lit the cigarette with trembling hands, and exhaled a long puff of smoke, "Cen Zhuo, don't forget where you came from, and don't get confused where you are going."

He just wanted the children in Shenyang not to be like him, who lost their family members and arms when they were teenagers.

Sitting until dawn, with dark circles under his eyes, he really wanted to eat noodles.

Who should I go with?

Coming out of the president's building, he bumped into Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, and Lu Jiusuo along the way. He walked all the way to the dismantling workshop without opening his mouth, and kicked the door: "Old Zhu!"

In the workshop, Zhuyeliang was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, and she was talking to someone in a handsome posture. Cen Zhuo looked over and saw that sissy Jia Xibei: "Stop chatting, go out with me."

He turned around to step on the motorcycle, the car started, and Zhu Yeliang walked out of the workshop: "Why are you so clingy."

"Just stick to you, hurry up."

Zhuo Ye sat in his back seat, and Cen Zhuo rushed out of the Garan Hall with a kick.

During the war, there were no shops, only the black market. Of course, the black market did not sell breakfast. Cen Zhuo rode a motorcycle around the residential area, and finally had no choice but to knock on the door of ordinary people.

It was an old lady who opened the door. People born before the war were different from those born after the war, with something gentle in their eyes and less worshipful of the community.

"Can you make dough?" Cen Zhuo asked impolitely.

The old lady looked at him, and at Zhu Yeliang behind him.

"I didn't bring any money," Cen Zhuo took off the watch from his wrist, "Take this instead."

The old lady opened the door to them: "No, I'm so old and I don't need money."

Cen Zhuo followed her into the room, the room was not big, she lived alone, there was a small table by the window, he and Zhu Yeliang sat down opposite each other, feeling a bit cramped.

"You asked me to accompany you to dinner?" Zhuye Liang asked.

"Hmm."

"How did you choose someone?"

"I want to eat with you, so I'm looking for you."

"Do you think I need to eat?"

"Oh," Cen Zhuo finally came to his senses, turned around and called the old lady, "Just one bowl!"

Zhui Yeliang stood up, he didn't like to watch people eat, although his physical body was gone long ago, the memory of taste and swallowing was still deep in his consciousness, which made him uncomfortable.

Walking out of the house, this is a low-slung residential area. Every family is cooking breakfast, and the smoke rises from the chimney and gathers together on a high place. It is a poor and quiet town.

Turning his head, he saw the window of the old lady, Cen Zhuo sat there, looking at him through the dirty glass, lonely, like a homeless child.

Zhui Yeliang turned his face away, he has always turned a blind eye to other people's emotions.

Soon, the aroma of noodle soup wafted out, there were voices in the room, and the sound of dragging chairs, and then Cen Zhuo kicked open the door.

"what happened?"

"I don't want to eat," Cen Zhuo turned his back to him and started the motorcycle, "Damn it, I just want to eat a bowl of old noodles when I come out, and she made it...it doesn't taste like that anyway."

Zhuiyeliang understood that this kid didn't come here to eat noodles at all, but to look for a kind of memory: "Hey, there are some tastes, if they are gone, they will be gone, you understand?"

Cen Zhuo suddenly turned his head and stared at him with red eyes.

It seems that the guess is right, Zhui Yeliang continued: "You are alive, you can taste new flavors, the new, old, and old flavors together are your whole life."

Cen Zhuo gritted his teeth and did not speak.

"Let's go after eating."

"Not hungry!" Cen Zhuo gave him a bad face, and just finished speaking, his stomach growled, which made him very embarrassed.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you."

Cen Zhuo kicked the motorcycle, brushed his hair and went back to the house, and slammed the door for him.

On the way back, neither of them opened their mouths. Cen Zhuo ate too much and was hurt by the wind. He held on to the handlebar with one hand and turned his head to chase Yeliang's driver's cabin with the other hand.

"what?"

"I want to vomit, let me go in for a while."

"Come in if you want to vomit?" Zhuyeliang pulled his hand away, "I don't want to be in the moonlight."

"I'm so fucking sick!"

Zhu Yeliang didn't care: "I can't sit in the driver's cabin."

Cen Zhuo hit him hard: "Why?"

"rule."

"I have never seen a skeleton that is not allowed to sit!"

"I hate people inside me," Zhui Yeliang said in a cold voice, "Whoever touches this line will die."

He made it very clear, Cen Zhuo withdrew his hand, he had been suffocated since he came out in the morning, nauseated, his head was sweating, his hands were weak, Zhu Yeliang didn't say anything, but his iron hand was on the back of his hand , to help him steady.

"Hmm..." Cen Zhuo let go of the car, and leaned his head back on his breastplate, feeling warm and comfortable.

"Are the noodles delicious?"

"It's okay," Cen Zhuo found a comfortable position in his arms, "You've never had a warrior before?"

Zhuye said coldly: "My 'thing' has never 'plugged' anyone else."

He was referring to the connector.

"Hahaha!" Cen Zhuo laughed loudly, "I like you! Dude, you are so cheap that you are not annoying!"

Zhu Yeliang nodded: "To each other."

Back at Jialantang, Zhuyeliang got off the car in the dismantling workshop, Cen Zhuo drove the car away, there was no one in the working area of ​​the workshop, Zhuyeliang felt strange, the signal from the audio collector came from the control room upstairs.

He activated the mute device and walked up the stairs.

"...was beaten up?"

"Accidentally knocked..."

Inside were Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei. Jia Xibei's chin was bruised and there was a bleeding wound on his eye socket. Yuan Zhen was wearing a senior cadre's black suit, blocking him behind the console.

"If you beat me up, I will beat you up. Who can resist beating you like you?" Yuan Zhen said.

Jia Xibei was silent, shaking like a sieve.

"The club doesn't need sissies, pack your things and get out."

Jia Xibei raised his head, his eyes were red.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful to me." Yuan Zhen raised her foot and kicked the console with a bang.

"Don't let me go..." Jia Xibei wiped his tears with his dirty overalls sleeve, "I have no home to go back to, Jialantang is my home..."

"I don't care what kind of family you are," Yuan Zhen interrupted him, "Gao Xiu has already been influenced by you, and you cling to him every day, which is very bad for his prestige."

Jia Xibei shook his head desperately, his small body twitched: "I'm not clinging to Brother Xiu, it's Brother Xiu who treats me well..."

"You just took advantage of his soft-heartedness and bullied him," Yuan Zhen grabbed his collar and pulled the short boy off the ground, "Gao Xiu is my best brother, we came here from Baicheng with Brother Cen , I won't watch him let such a trash like you get entangled."

Jia Xibei kicked his legs in pain, weakly grasping Yuan Zhen's suit collar, Yuan Zhen pinched his chin: "Do you want to spend your whole life in the club by acting like a spoiled child?"

"I...will work hard, lift the steel plates and repair the bones," Jiaxibei said while crying, "Clean up the house and wash the clothes for the brothers, I will work hard!"

Yuan Zhen threw him away in disgust, and looked at her hands, which were covered with sticky tears: "Fuck, I'm going to throw up if I don't beat you up!"