Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 21 It turns out that he has grown up.

at this time.

He hurried back from his house, pulled his mother back to his house, and let her sit on the bed.

But he hurriedly took some cold water from the footbath, brought it back to his room, poured half a pot of hot water, tested the temperature of the water with his hands, and sprinkled some flower petals on it.

Only then could he hold the water in front of his mother with a face full of excitement.

"Well, Mom, wash your feet, wash your feet."

He remembered that the lights in the house were not turned on at that time, but it was early in summer, and although the sun had not risen, he could still barely see things in the house.

At that time, the mother seemed to smile.

And when he saw his mother's long-lost smile, he felt even more stable. The young man's city made him suppress his excitement, and he couldn't help showing his ulterior motives.

"Well, Mom, you promised me five yuan after the midterm exam."

"Yesterday I ate a spicy stick at my table. When I go to school today, I want to buy a pack of spicy sticks for her to share."

"Has the midterm exam passed? Is it so fast?"

The mother untied her hair casually, and put the rubber band on her hand: "What about the grades, bring me the paper."

He hesitated for a moment, but obediently handed over the paper.

next second.

The mother, who seemed kind and friendly at first, suddenly erupted like a volcano without warning.

He forgot about the rest.

I just remember packing everything up.

He went to school.

Step on the school, not late.

He remembered that the first class was a Chinese class, which seemed to be a story in a Chinese textbook, called my mother.

The teacher spoke very well.

At that time, almost half of the students in the class couldn't help being moved until their eyes turned red.

And some students cried even more.

And he was the one who cried the loudest.

He didn't know why he was crying.

Just feel like crying.

After class, he didn't even dare to talk to his deskmate, and fell asleep on the table. He was afraid that his deskmate would ask him for the spicy stick that he gave him yesterday.

Nonetheless.

But he still felt that his deskmate's gaze was always on him.

After the second class.

For the first time, he got up and went downstairs to the commissary on the first floor.

Among a group of classmates who were holding fifty cents and one yuan and gathered around the counter to buy spicy sticks, after he squeezed in, he sneakily grabbed a bag of spicy sticks, turned around and ran away.

However, it may be that his movement of turning around and running is too eye-catching.

was found on the spot.

The shop owner yelled loudly and caught the thief.

He was pinned to the ground after a group of warm-hearted kids from the upper grades came up to him.

Lying on the ground at that time, he tightly clutched the bag of spicy strips in his hand, staring at the four or five senior classmates in front of him who had justice written all over their faces and pushed him to the ground.

For the first time, he knew the meaning of the word hate.

At that moment, he hated the boss who yelled at him so much, and the senior classmates who pinned him to the ground.

He knows that stealing is wrong.

But he just hates.

And the boss just grabbed the hot stick out of his hand and didn't say anything more.

However, there were his classmates around the counter.

He even saw the female deskmate whom he had been secretly in love with holding a bag of spicy sticks and staring at him in disbelief.

He cried.

Yes, he cried again.

Sometimes, he wondered why he was so unworthy when he was a child, cowardly like an ignorant little boy, crying at every turn.

The sight of the crowd of onlookers made him feel the temperature of his cheeks rising rapidly.

With tears on his face, he got up from the ground, cried and squeezed out of the crowd, and ran behind the playground toilet.

The school bell rings.

He didn't dare to go back to class, he didn't know how to face his classmates who knew he was stealing things, he didn't dare to face the contemptuous eyes of his deskmate, and he was afraid of how his parents would react if they found out about these things.

The bell rings.

There was a neat sound of standing up in the teaching building.

And in the corner of the playground, in a corner behind the wall of the toilet, a little boy was squatting there with his knees hugged, crying with his head in his arms.

Helpless like a cowardly and hateful stray dog.

later.

Everything that happened later made him realize one thing.

That is, only money is real in this world, and everything else is fake except money.

But what really changed him was what happened later.

Among all the people he met afterwards, Lao Yang was the only one who helped him when he was in desperate situation.

is the only one.

And the appearance of Lao Yang let him know that there are people in the world who really have good intentions.

People with good intentions can always make some people who are deeply trapped in the smelly and dark swamp feel the warmth of the sun for the first time with a trivial move.

"What's the matter, Brother Fa?"

Looking at Chen Fa who was in a trance, the obese old sheep spread his five fingers in doubt and waved in front of Chen Fa, wondering, "Did you get distracted? Why don't you take a break?"

"I didn't sleep last night, and I'm really a little bored."

"Hey, how many people were able to sleep last night."

"That's right." Chen Fa nodded lightly, and inadvertently raised his arm to wipe his eyes, but found that the corners of his eyes were not moist at all, he was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

Yes.

He has grown up.

It's not the little boy who can't do anything about anything and can only escape reality by crying.

It turned out that he had grown up.

"Brother Fa."

Lao Yang looked at Chen Fa and hesitated for a while before hesitating: "What shall we do next?"

When he met Chen Fa, it was about six or seven years ago.

From the first time they met, his impression of Chen Fa was that nothing could be difficult for him, no matter what happened, he could always pretend that nothing had happened with a calm face.

Zain and Chen Fa failed to start a business for the third time.

He was worried that Chen Fa would have some bad thoughts when his emotions collapsed, Chen Fa invited him to eat dumplings downstairs, it seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all.

He remembered what Fa Ge said at that time.

"Before you go to the table, you must be prepared to lose."

"He who loses once and falls down will never have a chance to win a second time."

He also thought so at the time about the rotten chicken soup on the street. However, it was later that he realized that some people say that chicken soup is just to flaunt themselves, while some people say that chicken soup really regards it as a creed in life.

Chen Fa narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to think for a while, then said softly: "I have a safe shelter here, you don't have to go, stay and help me."

"Wait until tomorrow's civilization baptism game officially comes, and then talk about the next step."

"A shelter that is not low in security?" Lao Yang froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and turned to the shelter's defense rating list to take a look.

The first place on the list is: Chen Fa, 1387 defense.

"I'll go, Brother Fa, you won't be the number one in this shelter's defense list, right?"

"I thought it was the same name!!"

"Yeah." Chen Fa casually interrupted with a calm expression: "Go to work."

(End of this chapter)