The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1160 Own arrangements

——"That afternoon, I was watching you surfing on the beach, and I fell asleep unknowingly. When I woke up, you were gone. I was so frightened that I asked people if they had seen my son. I couldn't understand the language at the time. Sitting in a wheelchair again, I feel so anxious."

——"Dad, at that time, all he had in his mind was: I lost my son, how am I going to explain it to my family, how am I going to explain it to the rest of my life, I must find my son, I must find him."

——"Later, you came back by yourself, and I couldn't be happier at that moment. Although it was still raining outside, in my heart, the whole world was sunny."

——"Dad is obviously very happy, but he is furious with you, and wants you to comfort me and help me step down. I am really an unfit father. I have always felt guilty about this and have always wanted to say sorry to you. .”

——"Yangyang, you know, I still have dreams occasionally. I dreamed of that day, I was sitting on the beach in a wheelchair, the sea was windy and rainy, and the clouds were dense like fog, and I shouted to the sea. Your name, I seemed to hear your answer, but it seemed like I didn’t. It’s hard for me to describe the feeling. I was really lonely, helpless, and melancholy, and then I woke up.”

——"I told your mother about this dream. We talked for a long time and came to the same view. Now, I want to tell you this view."

——"Actually, we parents did not create the children, it was the children who chose us parents."

——"Yangyang, your mother and I didn't create you. You who already existed chose me and your mother to come to this world as our children."

——"So, it seems that fate has given you a special identity, and it seems that fate has chosen you, but in fact, it is not the case, you have chosen fate."

——"No matter how many people leave you in the future, no matter how many difficulties are waiting for you in the future, don't be afraid, don't hesitate."

——"Whether you laugh or cry, just move forward. Just move forward."

——"Mother of the child, come and say a few words to Yangyang... Hey, come on, say a few words, and let the child remember you."

——“Zizzizi——”

——"Yangyang, I am mom."

——"Your dad has said everything that needs to be said, so mom will give you a few words. Mom has heard these words since she was a child and has always kept them in her heart."

……

Qing Ling stood in front of the counter of a restaurant, "One pork rib rice, one beef rice..."

"One pork rib rice, one beef rice, do you want anything else?" The cashier quickly placed the order.

Qing Ling hesitated: "Add two more fried eggs."

——"Everything comes from a place..."

In the depressed old city, a commercial vehicle was parked on the roadside with its windows rolled down.

In the back seat of the car, Zhang Wei gestured excitedly with his cell phone and was sharing an online novel he was currently following with Bai Lu.

The driver, Zhuque, got out of the car, leaned against the back of the car, and smoked while chatting with the four of them, Hong Xiaoxiao, Nana, and Lao 7.

Soon, the four people in the group "disappeared" hand in hand, leaving behind a gust of wind that ruffled Suzaku's hair.

——"Everything has a way out..."

Downtown, Yellow Arch Restaurant.

At the table by the window, the monkey, the dead pig, the cute sheep, and Gregor were eating from the family bowl, and the cute sheep couldn't put it down holding the gifted children's toys.

The dead pig was holding fries dipped in tomato juice and patiently feeding the cute sheep.

Gregor was drinking Coke and talking on his cell phone.

On the other end of the phone is Douhu.

Douhu sat on the carousel in the abandoned amusement park, smoking and communicating with Gregor about each other's situation.

Yishi squatted on the grass nearby with a serious look on his face, checking his medical bag for the nth time.

——"We have no way of knowing..."

A large number of crows were circling on the roof of the teaching building in Abandoned No. 11 Middle School, and their black feathers were constantly shaking off, like a heavy black snow.

Jiu Han and Chen Ying leaned against the rusty iron guardrail. Chen Ying bit into a chocolate bar and Jiu Han drank instant coffee.

Jun Ma and An Hege sat cross-legged on the reservoir. They were silent without embarrassment, looking at the same dusk and missing their old friends.

——"We don't need to be afraid..."

Taipingqiao Cemetery, the Tomb of Ghost Horse.

A cluster of fresh white flowers was placed in front of the tombstone.

The handsome boy, whose gender was indistinguishable, sat in front of the tomb for a long time. He slowly raised his head, looking at the approaching night, and slowly tied up his beautiful long black hair.

——"Destiny has its own arrangements."

……

……

"boom!"

On a snowy night, a red-faced and drunken man kicked open the already locked bedroom door.

The thin boy who was making an airplane model under the desk lamp felt as if he was facing a big enemy. He stood up with a swipe and hurriedly swept the homemade model parts into a large cardboard box.

"You're messing with your damn rags again. Are you a rag picker?"

"It's not rags." The young man lowered his head, his voice was very soft, but very stubborn.

Although most of them are dismantled parts of beverage bottle caps, food packaging boxes, and daily necessities, they have been transformed into model parts through the ingenuity of the teenager, and are used to make various airplanes and spaceships. This is the boy’s only hobby. The boy explained it to his father, but his father didn’t want to hear it.

"It's just rags! Only wild dogs dig through the trash cans every day! Why don't you learn boxing when you have the time? Is it because I can't afford it? I have plenty of money!"

"I don't like it." The young man replied in a muffled voice.

"Boxing is the hobby a man should have, not digging through the trash every day!"

"I don't like it." The boy repeated.

"Shut up! You little bastard! I'm here to teach you what boxing is today..."

The man rushed forward and punched the boy to the ground.

"What kind of look are you looking at! Don't look at me like that! Damn it, I told you not to look at me like that!" The man kicked the boy over again.

"Don't think I don't know, you have always looked down on me in your heart! You think I am a loser! Why did I fail? It's not because I met your mother and gave birth to you, a little bastard!"

"If it weren't for you, how would I be where I am today!"

"Get up! Fight back! Stand up! Stand up like a man!"

The young man stood up slowly, wiped away the nosebleed, and stared coldly at his drunken father.

"Very good! Hahaha! That's it!"

The man clenched his fists, shrank his neck, arched his back, jumped on the spot, and swung his fat body, thinking that he was back in the boxing ring of his youth.

"Come on! Punch!"

"Little bastard! Punch!"

……

Xijing District, deserted alley.

Douhu was sitting against the wall, with his head raised and eyes closed, taking a nap.

Suddenly, he opened his sharp eyes, and his right hand subconsciously touched the dagger at his waist - someone was approaching.

The footsteps were very familiar, and Douhu let go of his hand.

At the entrance of the alley, Yi Shi came over carrying some food, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Did you... fall asleep just now?"

"Yes." Douhu grinned: "I was still dreaming."

"He deserves to have a big heart that has been tempered by many battles. He can still sleep at this time." Yishi was truly impressed. She had been unable to sleep until dawn last night.

Yishi took out a pack of cigarettes from the bag and threw it to Douhu.

Douhu took it, skillfully tore open the carton and took out a cigarette in his mouth: "What time is it?"

"11:31." Yishi said in a worried tone, "It's half an hour until dawn, and no one has found any trace of the dead beast yet."

Douhu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Really?"

"Do you think this is a conspiracy? In fact, we have all been fooled?" Yishi himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling:

"Could it be that... the dead beast deliberately lured us away from the city, and then launched some kind of large-scale attack to directly eliminate us, just like the last scarlet tide..."

"One stone." Douhu stretched out his hand and patted the concrete steps beside him: "Come, sit down."

Yishi hesitated for a moment and sat down next to Douhu.

"You're too nervous." Douhu said.

"Can I not be nervous? I'm scared to death." Yishi looked mournful, and she suddenly thought of something: "Where's Uncle Xin, why hasn't he come yet?"

"He has other tasks temporarily." Douhu said.

"What?!" Yishi's face turned pale, "We're not going to be the only ones dealing with the anger, are we?"

"Why, you can't trust me?" Douhu grinned: "How about I give you 50 to show you my strength?"

He was very pessimistic and said, "Captain Douhu, I heard that last time you and Green Snake were together, you couldn't force out the angry second form."

"Fart!" Douhu was very excited: "That's because neither of us tried our best! Besides, my combat power has greatly increased now, so I can rest assured that we will follow the plan and win."

"According to plan..." Yishi became more and more uneasy, "I am just a nanny. Without Uncle Xin's cooperation, can't I just watch from the sidelines?"

"Yes, just watch carefully." Douhu said.

"Ah?" He was stunned: "Are you crazy?"

"Yishi, do you know what is the most important thing in a game?" Douhu lit the cigarette and took a puff in a pretentious manner.

Yishi shook his head blankly.

Douhu pointed the cigarette he had only taken one puff at the opposite wall, splattering sporadic firelight in the darkness.

"audience."

(End of this chapter)