Extraordinary members of the last days

Chapter 90

The weather was fine, cloudless.The blue sky seems to be a scene that only appears in fairy tales. It would be great if there were a large expanse of sunflowers on the ground.After feeling emotionally for a while, the almighty little assistant Wei Song came in carrying a large stack of dried clothes that was higher than his head, put them tremblingly on the case, and started stacking after a little relief.

"Hey, Sister Ming!" Wei Song picked up a coat and looked at it, "The button of this one fell off."

"Huh?" Ming Zhi came over with his sleeves rolled up, stunned, "This one?"

"Well, it seems to belong to Brother Wen." Wei Song nodded, "Is there anything wrong?"

Ming Zhi shook his head, took it over, his face softened a little, "I'll sew it up." Then he went inside to get the sewing box.

Is this the clothes that Wen Ling wore when he protected him from the rain?Ming Zhi couldn't help being dazed, um, it seemed like it happened yesterday.

Seriously, for others, the end times may mean the end of all happy lives.But for Ming Zhi, from the moment the apocalypse began, everything began to develop in a positive direction.For the first time, she made a friend who could trust her back; for the first time, someone would rub her head when she was unhappy and say, "Little girl, what are you doing so old-fashioned? Smile, it looks good"; Once, someone would tell her that she could act like a baby; for the first time, someone would shelter herself from the wind and rain on a rainy day
Looking at the big lobster with two claws tied in the corner but still showing its teeth and claws, and the feather shuttlecock on the bedside, the corners of Ming Zhi's mouth curled into a small arc.Even if there are many scars on the body, so what?Even if there is no air conditioner and no Internet access, so what?Even if there are not enough fresh vegetables to eat, so what?If some god really appeared now and told her that she could really choose to go back to the previous peaceful age, Ming Zhi would definitely refuse without hesitation.

Because, now she is very happy and very happy.that's enough.

"Brother Mo, are you back?" Wei Song smiled and took a large bundle of lotus root carried by Mo Yi, but was bent over in the next second.

"Pfft!" Mo Yi gloated, pointing at him and laughing.

Wei Song moved these things to the corner with difficulty, stood up, his face flushed with shame.

"Ahem," seeing Wen Ling's disdainful face, Mo Yi suppressed a smile, and went over to pat Wei Song on the shoulder, "Hey, Xiao Songzi, I still haven't exercised enough. Haha!"

Wei Song glared at him angrily, and ran towards Wenling like a dog, "Brother Wen, brother Wen, what are you doing this afternoon? Me, shall I go with you?"

Mo Yile pierced him, "Aren't you afraid of this ice face now, kid? Oops!" He pulled the straw mat that Wen Ling had patted from his face, gritted his teeth, and finally let out a long sigh, and went into the house .The most annoying thing is that the value of force is not enough!snort!
Wei Song looked at the still calm Wen Ling with admiration on his face, starry eyes came out.

Wen Ling took a sip of water unhurriedly, and then responded lightly: "Catch the bird."

"Hey?!" Wei Song blinked his big eyes twice, not understanding.

Wen Ling didn't explain, and walked in without saying a word, "If you want to follow, feel free."

Wei Song, whose ancient prose is not very good, chewed this half-vernacular sentence for a long time, and then jumped up with a smile on his face, "Hey, brother Wen, you agree, right?"

After lunch, Wei Song followed Wen Ling out with a small bamboo basket.

Wen Ling went straight into the small forest tens of meters away, then raised his head slightly and stood still.Wei Song also stood aside in a daze, eagerly waiting for Wen Ling's next move.

1 minutes passed, and another 1 minutes passed.

Wei Song's neck gradually became sore, and his eyes became extremely dry, as if tears would burst out of his eyes in the next second.But Wen Ling didn't move, and he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Hey, this bird is so beautiful." After all, it was a child's heart, an unknown bird with colorful feathers gracefully landed behind the treetops, Wei Song couldn't help but let out a low voice.

Wen Ling raised his hand without making a sound.

Wei Song's eyes widened in surprise, and he rubbed vigorously, as if to confirm whether what he saw was a dream.Brother Wen, Brother Wen is amazing!Just such a small stone, just, knocked the bird down!

Wen Ling went over to pick up the bird with the injured wing, held it in his hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

Wei Song looked at the little bird's watery eyes for a while with an itchy heart, then cautiously leaned over, eagerly said: "Brother Wen, can I, uh!" Touch it?Well, he will never have the chance to say the remaining few words.Because, Wen Ling twisted the fragile neck of the bird 180 degrees!The head of the bird, which was still brightly colored as before, was drooping limply. If you think about it with your thumb, you will know that it is completely dead.

Seeing that Wei Song had only spoken half of what he had said, Wen Ling raised his head in doubt, his eyes clearly showed doubts, "Speak, how do I know what's going on if you don't tell me?"
Wei Song smiled stiffly, his right eyelid twitched violently.He stepped back subconsciously, waved his hands dryly and said, "No, it's okay, you, you go on, go on."

Wen Ling frowned, and muttered something in a low voice, something vague, such as "delay" and "trouble".Wei Song, who was downwind, turned his head away in pain, and tried hard to draw circles under the tree.Boom!
A few minutes later, Wei Song, who had basically recovered, continued to watch someone's bird-catching performance tenaciously, and was numb seeing the birds that were killed by him one by one.When a bird that was a little more beautiful than the one at the beginning appeared, Wei Song couldn't bear to turn his head away, I'm sorry, I, I really can't help but watch these innocent little things die like this ah!

"Hey"

I'm sorry, hey, I know it's worthless, but I really do.

"Hello!" Wen Ling raised his voice two octaves, as if he was very dissatisfied with Wei Song's desertion without authorization.

"Ah, ah!" Wei Song turned his head quickly, and glanced at the opponent's hand cautiously, "Yeeeeeh?!" He's still alive?

"Give me the thin rope you brought." The bird in Wen Ling's hand had only been numb for a while, and was not injured at all. At this moment, it was wagging its long tail feathers and struggling in his hand.Under the dappled sunlight that leaks from the leaves, the ruby ​​red and peacock blue feathers reflect a faint brilliance, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Oh." Wei Song passed it over in a daze, and when he realized it, the question had already been uttered, "Why didn't you kill this one?"

Wen Ling swiftly tied the rope around the bird's leg, tested the tightness, looked at it with a smile in his eyes and said, "To Mingzhi."

"Then, isn't the one from the beginning pretty pretty?"

Wen Ling glanced at him, his eyes were calm, but Wei Song could see the contempt: "That one is fatter."

Well, Wei Song said in frustration that his level is too low, and he may never be able to keep up with Wen Ge's thinking.

Two hours later, Wen Ling weighed the bamboo basket, indicating that it was almost done.Wei Song went over to mention it winkingly, Wen Ling didn't refuse, and walked back with the bird flapping its wings like flying a kite.

"Stinky bitch, hurry up! Don't dawdle!" A woman stumbled out of the hut a hundred meters away, and behind her was a man holding a gun.

"Quick!" The man spat on the ground impatiently, then raised his foot to kick her.

The woman fell to the ground suddenly, and the clothes in her arms were scattered all over the ground, and she didn't get up for a long time.

"Get up!" The man stepped forward cursingly, grabbed the woman's long, dirt-stained hair, and pulled it upwards vigorously, "What are you pretending to be?! Didn't the uncle serve you last night to make you feel comfortable? Hmm ?!"

The woman couldn't help crying out in pain and pleading softly, but the other party didn't show mercy at all and continued to punch and kick.

The moment the woman's face was turned to this side, the bamboo basket in Wei Song's hand fell to the ground, and he whispered, "Sister!"

Wen Ling frowned and didn't move.

"Sister!" Seeing the fists falling like raindrops, Wei Song's tears fell patter, his whole body was like an angry little lion, his fists were clenched tightly, and he couldn't help it any longer. Stepped over there.

"Stop." Wen Ling pressed on his shoulder, which seemed to be an understatement, but Wei Song couldn't struggle no matter what.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen!" Wei Song looked at the woman who tried to stand up several times but failed again and again, and then turned to look at Wen Ling who was expressionless. watermark.

Seemingly aware of movement here, another person came out of the room over there, Wen Ling pulled Wei Song back behind the tree, and said in a deep voice, "What can you do now?"

As if hit hard by an electric current, Wei Song froze for a moment, his lips trembling and unable to speak.

Wen Ling patted him on the shoulder, and only said one word, "Forbearance." If they rush out now, they will definitely scare the snake, and all the seemingly inconspicuous plans will be in vain.

Wei Song was trembling all over, and he endured it for a long time before he forced out a word, "Mmm."

"Go around from behind." Wen Ling sighed almost silently, and dragged Wei Song, who kept looking back, to go another way.

Two people, in broad daylight, doing nasty things that are completely incompatible with human status.

(End of this chapter)