Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi led the way on a motorcycle.

Through the goggles on his helmet, Chi Xiaochi looked at this world whose order was upside down and slowly transforming into wasteland.

With the light of the car on, he saw a person who had frozen to death on the side of the road.

The person was lying face down, like a drunk with a hangover, his body curled up tightly, with a smile on his lips, and the outline of bright red corpse spots appeared on the edge of half of his face that was pressed on the ground.

Chi Xiaochi turned his face away and stopped looking closely.

When it was almost dawn, there was fog outside, the road conditions became worse, and minor accidents occurred one after another. Fortunately, most people are still busy adding clothes and quilts at home, so there will be no traffic jams on the street.

Chi Xiaochi took the car out of the city all the way.

The sky turned pale, and they also left the city, stopping at the city's service area.

Because of the shadow of the ivy, Ding's mother certainly wouldn't mention going home, but when a normal person encounters a disaster, the first reaction is to find a safe and familiar place to hide: "Qiu Yun, let's go back to the house you rented, really. No way to find a hotel..."

Chi Xiaochi didn't want to tell his mother that the old humans hiding in hotels and residential areas were basically the first batch of slaves.

They are hiding in such a small cage, like canaries that voluntarily imprisoned themselves, and they are almost sure.

Chi Xiaochi pressed the matter down and said, "Let's refuel first."

This service area was originally a fixed place that Ding Qiuyun found only half a year after the catastrophe occurred.

After the global catastrophe, Ding Qiuyun's parents died, and all the friends he knew were separated. He rode a motorcycle and drove in the opposite direction to this place. He circled around the nearby provinces and cities before taking a dozen team members through this place. In the service area, I met Lao Jing here.

"Lao Jing" is a woman, full name Jing Zihua, 27 or [-] years old, not old, and quite bright and beautiful, but she likes to be called "Lao Jing", as if this title is more pleasant.

When she was pregnant, her husband was having sex with colleagues outside. She seized the evidence and kicked her husband after giving birth, almost letting him leave the house. After that, she lived with her son Yiming.

She was taken care of by her old classmates when she was studying for a master's degree and entered a service area to work.

Before the catastrophe, people were used to relying on automated facilities, so her job was no different from Ding Qiuyun's job, just maintaining the system and preventing people from stealing.

This is a very interesting woman.

She is always cold, lying on a rocking chair, like a Yunnan man, burning a hookah in the house, white smoke slowly rising from her mouth, a strand of hair hanging down from her forehead, full of femininity, like in an ancient storybook novel Written by Yan Gui.

But no goblin could handle a crossbow as well as she did.

The first time Ding Qiuyun saw her, she was dragging a hyena to the gas station, and the hyena had an arrow stuck in its head, and it was a very unbearable death.

At that time, Yan Lanlan watched from afar and swallowed: "Wow, dog meat hot pot."

Ding Qiuyun and his party were also about to take a rest, and were about to make a detour to this small service area, when Lao Jing stopped and pointed his crossbow at them.

Ding Qiuyun reacted quickly and stopped the motorcycle: "We are here to exchange supplies with you. Let's rest here for the night."

Only then did Lao Jing let them in.

Ding Qiuyun exchanged it with a set of winter clothes.

In the evening, they stayed in the service area and had a meal of dog meat hot pot.

After Ding Qiuyun was full, he wanted to discuss with Lao Jing about changing the oil with supplies. Although they still had stock in stock, having more oil was not a bad thing.

Moreover, he has observed that although the service area is small, it is backed by a formal oil depot, so it is close to the water. Even if it is an oil pool buried underground, it is enough for her to make a fortune in this last world.

Lao Jing is the only caretaker in this service area, and Ding Qiuyun can only talk to her.

Lao Jing sat on the bed and made several demands that Ding Qiuyun couldn't accept. She wanted food, cigarettes, spirits, quilts, tents, and weapons.

In short, everything.

Ding Qiuyun still wanted to have a discussion, so he said: "Sister Jing, this is a bit too much, our family is full of dozens of people, I can't make up my own mind..."

Lao Jing: "Call me Lao Jing. One hundred liters of oil."

Ding Qiuyun liked her straightforwardness, so he simply bargained with her: "120 liters."

Lao Jing said again: "My son is asleep."

For a moment, Ding Qiuyun didn't understand how this had anything to do with the business they were about to discuss: "Huh? I slept well."

Lao Jing tied up his loose long hair: "One hundred liters of oil, spare me."

After Ding Qiuyun understood the smell, his face turned red: "...No need."

Lao Jing went to unbutton the button.

Ding Qiuyun pressed her hand: "It's really unnecessary. 110 liters, I've made this business."

Lao Jing stared at him for a while.

Ding Qiuyun didn't forget to comfort her at this time: "Sister Jing, you are quite attractive, really. If I were heterosexual, I might really agree."

Lao Jing pursed his lips in joy.

"I thought that after such a long time, I finally met a gentleman." Lao Jing smiled charmingly and coldly, his cat eyes narrowed slightly, "It turned out to be a homosexual. Ha."

Ding Qiuyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ding Qiuyun and Lao Jing formed a business partner relationship, and they became acquainted after coming and going.

Lao Jing never told her stories to everyone, as if she had been the current Lao Jing since she was born, so that her life was too dull and there were no wonderful experiences to tell.

Yan Lanlan learned about her story when she talked with other human teams who made deals with Lao Jing.

Half a year ago, Lao Jing was still that strong and tenacious woman, Jing Zihua.

Her son Jing Yiming had just turned three years old and developed a high fever on the eve of the catastrophe.

After feeding the child antipyretics, Jing Zihua coaxed him to sleep, and wanted to observe the situation again. If the situation is not serious, he will wait until the shift changes tomorrow before taking the child to the hospital.

When he woke up from the cold in the middle of the night, Jing Zihua found that his son had been burned into a furnace of charcoal.

She rushed out of the house with her son in her arms, warmed him with her body, and carried him into the car, only to realize that her electric car needed to be charged.

At this moment, all the power sources were stopped, so she had to put her son in the car, and she ran to the convenience store in the severe cold.

She is on duty with Xiao Han from the convenience store, and there are anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines on the counter of the convenience store.

If he can take the medicine in time, or borrow Xiaohan's car, his son's condition should be under control.

Who would have thought that Xiao Han had heard of her intention to come, and had no sympathy at all.

He salivated his face and said with a smile: "I want to get medicine without price, isn't it good?"

She begged Xiao Han to take out all the money on her body and put it in front of him.

Xiao Han swept away the money and shone the flashlight on Jing Zihua's beautiful face: "This is not what I want. Sister Jing, I have liked you for a long time."

Jing Zihua immediately spat at him, left the convenience store, and begged the drivers resting in the service area to take her son to a nearby hospital to see a doctor.

Two people thought it was troublesome and turned her down, and a warm-hearted person agreed, saying that he had just promised his wife and daughter would be home at seven o'clock in the morning to send Jing Yiming to the hospital. I'm afraid there would be delays, and he had to say hello to them. .

Jing Zihua thanked him a thousand times.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the child was brought in, the driver threw the communicator onto the co-pilot anxiously, and apologized to Jing Zihua: "Miss, I can't get in touch with my wife and daughter. I asked other people, and they This is also the case..."

He nodded at Jing Zihua, apologetic: "I'm sorry. I have to go home and have a look."

At three o'clock in the morning, there were not many vehicles parked in the service area. Those who woke up found that something was wrong and rushed home immediately. Some drivers were already asleep and couldn't wake up even if they knocked on the window.

Jing Zihua fell into despair.

As the driver said, the communication was cut off, and she couldn't get in touch with the hospital at all.

Seeing that her son's temperature was getting higher and higher, she could only settle him down and return to the convenience store.

Xiao Han took a good rest and looked at her with a smile.

Seeing the pistol in his hand, Jing Zihua gave up the idea of ​​grabbing it.

She put him to sleep, right there at the cash register.

Half an hour later, she rushed to the car with the medicine in her clothes.

But it's too late.

The child woke up, but he was no longer the clever child Yuxue used to be. He was completely deaf in both ears, and his movements were also hindered. He didn't even have the strength to squeeze toothpaste.

When the child woke up, he saw Jing Zihua saying many things to him.He opened a pair of watery puppy-like eyes, and waited until Jing Zihua finished speaking before asking in a low voice, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Jing Zihua held his son and cried for a long time until he could no longer shed tears.

Xiao Han waited for a day and a half, and found that nothing had recovered, so he became more confident and bold, and knocked on Jing Zihua's door with a smile: "Sister Jing, Sister Jing, I miss you."

Jing Zihua opened the door and let him in silently.

Xiao Han couldn't wait to unbutton her: "You miss me too."

Jing Zihua smiled slightly with red eyes: "...um."

When unbuttoning her shirt, Jing Zihua hugged him, wrapped his arms around his back, and pierced his waist with a pair of scissors.

Later, Jing Zihua became Lao Jing, guarding the oil pond, holding a pistol exchanged, turning himself into a currency that can be circulated and exchanged.

After getting acquainted with Lao Jing, when Ding Qiuyun drank with her, he asked her: "Why are you working so hard?" Obviously, he can live well by selling supplies.

Lao Jing didn't hear what he said: "Huh?"

As she spoke, she picked up the cup, brought it to her lips, suddenly softened her expression, and listened carefully for a while: "Ding, did Yiming call me?"

Ding Qiuyun's hearing was sharp, and he shook his head: "No."

Lao Jing smiled, and pulled back a lock of hair hanging from his forehead to his ear: "I got it wrong again."

Seeing Lao Jing like this, Ding Qiuyun thought, there is no need to ask his question.

A woman who has children will consciously become a warrior.

In the end, Lao Jing's gas station was besieged by a group of new humans.

They intend to get rid of this den that has been providing services to the old humans.

Ding Qiuyun's squad was also there at the time. They didn't have enough firepower on them at the time. The place was heavy with oil and gas, and they couldn't see open fire, so they had to fight and retreat.

Lao Jing was familiar with the terrain and was good at using crossbows. He blocked them for a long time, and handed Yiming to Ding Qiuyun to retreat with Yiming.

After successfully escaping, Ding Qiuyun originally wanted to outflank from the rear to cover Lao Jing's retreat, but they ran out of bullets.

...With just those few bullets missing, the encirclement circle of newcomers took shape.

Lao Jing waved at them, and hid beside an oil machine.

She used the pistol Ding Qiuyun gave her during the first transaction and the only remaining bullet, stuck to the oil pipe, and pulled the trigger.

The entire gas station was lifted into the sky, dyeing the sky red, like a gorgeous fire cloud.

Ding Qiuyun stood where he was, staring at the sea of ​​flames for a long time.

The last sentence Jing Zihua said to Ding Qiuyun was: "It is a loss to do business with you."

……

Chi Xiaochi drove the car into the service area where the lights were dark.

... If it is now, there is still time.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang drove in, Chi Xiaochi saw an anxious woman knocking on the car windows one by one, begging for a chance of life for her son.

Her appearance was not much different from the old scene in Ding Qiuyun's memory, her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, which accentuated her slender neck, and she looked like a frail and slender woman, but she lacked a little aggressive charm.

Chi Xiaochi stopped the motorcycle, and Jing Zihua quickly spotted them.

She came quickly: "Sir, please help me, my son—"

...It was the first time that she was called "Sir" so politely.

After listening to her talk about the situation, Chi Xiaochi said: "The situation is too serious, and we just came from the city, the whole city has stopped, and it may be useless to send it to the hospital."

Before Jing Zihua could despair, Chi Xiaochi continued, "Take the child into the house. I have oral anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines here. By the way, is your child allergic to cephalosporins?"

There was light in Jing Zihua's eyes: "No allergies..."

"I have cephalosporin antibiotics here." Chi Xiaochi said, "Go in quickly, don't let the wind blow outside. It would be bad if you, a mother, also fell ill."

As he spoke, he walked straight to Jing Zihua's car and beckoned his parents to follow.

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him in the convenience store.

061 reminded him: "It's that person."

Chi Xiaochi didn't raise his head: "Who is it? Where is it?"

As long as the other party doesn't make trouble, Chi Xiaochi will treat it as seeing a cockroach.

Inside a convenience store.

Xiao Han, who was about to succeed, thumped the cash register and cursed angrily, "Damn it, mind your own business!"