Reborn in the last days, I hoard goods to support my teammates

Chapter 15 Don't worry, just do your own thing
The burning lasted for several hours, and the progress was slow due to the continuous addition of corpses in the middle, and the burning work was not completed until late in the evening.

With a tired body and a heavy heart, she knocked on the door of the residence. When she came out, Qiao Yun didn't bring the key to the entrance door.

What I'm afraid of is that if there is an accident sometime, someone with a conspiracy will sneak into the villa with the key.

Qiao Yun knocked on the entrance door, "Grandma, it's us."

There were hurried footsteps in the house, and after a while, the door opened.

Nan Sumei saw that everyone was fine, and the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. She smiled gratifiedly, "Come in and rest for a while, I have worked hard for you today."

In fact, Nan Sumei had been waiting for their figures to appear by the window of the guest bedroom on the second floor.

After entering the room, everyone slumped on the sofa, and Nan Sumei said that she would like to reward everyone with something good today.

And Zhao Liang accompanied Nan Sumei in the kitchen with a lot of worries.

"What's the matter, A Liang, are you too tired?" Nan Sumei was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Zhao Liang, and she also noticed that something was wrong with him.

Zhao Liang took a deep breath, spread his arms and hugged Nan Sumei, buried his head on Nan Sumei's shoulders and almost couldn't help crying, "It's okay, I just want to hug you."

The actions of the two people in the kitchen attracted the attention of everyone in the living room, "He has been wrong just now." Tong Tianhui whispered in Qiao Yun's ear.

"Say less." Cen Guibai glanced at Tong Tianhui, got up and went into the kitchen to help.

And Zhao Liang said that he would go upstairs to rest for a while, and asked Tong Tianhui to call him after dinner.

Zhao Liang went back to the bedroom and quickly locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door and sat down on the ground with his hands clasped on his knees, sobbing softly.

The image of the two old men losing their lives in front of his eyes still echoed in his mind, and he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him on the day Nan Sumei left him.

Zhao Liang has been brought up by Nan Sumei and his grandfather since weaning. Although his parents are very kind to him and give him enough living expenses every month, he has never seen his parents several times since he was a child.

Every New Year's Eve, his parents came back on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year and left in a hurry, so in his heart, Nan Sumei and grandpa were the closest people.

He recalled the night when his grandfather died, he and Nan Sumei lay beside the bed weeping, and they hugged each other crying.

I still remember Nan Sumei choked up and said: A Liang, there will only be the two of us left in the future.

From then on, Zhao Liang vowed to protect grandma well and let her live a good life.

Before going out today, he had already made full preparations, vowing in his heart that he must grow up in order to protect grandma from being hurt by this world.

But the moment the old man fell down, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He was afraid, he was afraid that one day if he failed to protect Nan Sumei, she would fall in front of him like this.

He thought that one day Nan Sumei would leave him, that he might never have the food cooked by Nan Sumei again, and that he would never hear Nan Sumei call him A Liang again.

Zhao Liang bit his arm, he didn't want Nan Sumei to know, he didn't want grandma to worry.

Even if his arm was bitten with deep tooth marks, Zhao Liang would not let go.

But Nan Sumei downstairs understood why Zhao Liang was so abnormal after asking Qiao Yun about the situation.

She didn't say anything, but silently ordered a bowl of Zhao Liang's favorite Yangchun noodles and brought it upstairs.

Nan Sumei stood at the door of the guest bedroom, she didn't try to open the door.

She understood that Zhao Liang didn't want to be seen at this time, so she just knocked lightly on the door, "Ah Liang, I've ordered a bowl of noodles for you. I'll put it at the door for you, you want to eat when you're hungry. "

Putting the bowl carefully at the door, Nan Sumei finally couldn't help but shed tears standing in front of the door.

She squatted in front of the door and pressed her face against the door, whispering softly, "Grandma, life is at stake. A Liang can just do her own thing at ease."

Seeing that there was no response from the room, Nan Sumei stood up and wiped the tears from her face, then turned and went downstairs.

After all, there are still a few children waiting for him to cook downstairs.

After the sound of footsteps outside completely disappeared, Zhao Liang dared to make a soft voice, "Grandma, I will protect you."

Seeing Nan Sumei coming down with a sad face, everyone didn't know what to say.

Qiao Yun and Cen Gui helped Nan Sumei prepare dishes in the kitchen.

Tong Tianhui went upstairs and stood at the door of the guest bedroom.

He also sat on the ground by the door, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Hearing the faint sobs in the bedroom, he hesitated for a moment and said the first sentence.

"Do you think the old lady can rest assured that you look like this now?"

Those words, as plain as water, pierced Zhao Liang's heart like a silver bullet. He stopped crying and opened his eyes wide, his lips trembling.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, Tong Tianhui seemed to have heard what he said just now, shook the cigarette ash to the ground, and sighed.

"At least you have someone you want to take care of." I wanted to tell Zhao Liang about my wife, but I still couldn't say it after thinking about it.

The unspoken words melted into the smoke, were sucked into the lungs, turned into white smoke and spit out, and finally dissipated in the air.

Neither of them spoke, Zhao Liang hugged his knees and wept uncontrollably, while Tong Tianhui smoked one cigarette after another, they just stood back to back through a door.

Until the cigarette was exhausted, the smell of food came from downstairs.

Tong Tianhui extinguished the cigarette on the ground, patted his buttocks and stood up, "If you don't come out, the noodles will be lumpy. Don't spoil the old lady's good intentions." He calmed down and went downstairs to have dinner with Qiao Yun and the others.

Zhao Liang waited for Tong Tianhui's footsteps to disappear, then stood up tremblingly, opened the door a crack, picked up the bowl of noodles placed at the door, and closed the door again.

Looking at the Yangchun noodles made by Nan Sumei herself, with a slice of poached egg specially fried for him on top, tears fell down without disappointment.

He ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, the noodles were lumpy, and the taste was naturally not as good as when it was just out of the pan, but Zhao Liang still gobbled it down.

Zhao Liang ate very seriously, not even leaving a drop of noodle soup.

I don't know whether it was Nan Sumei's Yangchun noodles or Tong Tianhui's consolation, but Zhao Liang finally pulled himself together, washed his face and went downstairs.

When everyone saw Zhao Liang coming downstairs with red eyes, they greeted him as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, are you awake? Come, come, this hot and sour cabbage made by grandma is really delicious." Qiao Yun waved to Zhao Liang, pulled aside the dining chair beside her, and signaled Zhao Liang to sit down.

Although Zhao Liang was half full just now, he still wanted to show some face.

Zhao Liang simply washed down the dirty bowl of noodles, and then sat down on the dining chair with the bowl in hand.

Nan Sumei cheerfully filled half a bowl of rice for Zhao Liang, and everyone finished their dinner happily.

(End of this chapter)