Apocalypse Cockroach

He lay quietly on the bed and looked at the top of the hole, "Another day. Is this the first day I've been out of the house?” Zhang Xiaoqiang thought a little bored, “Why did you have to drink that water yesterday?” When I think of Zhang Xiaoqiang, who dragged with Yang Kel yesterday in the dark, I feel a tight daisy.

“Morning! Uncle!” Yang Keer stood in front of the bed vigorously and asked Zhang Xiaoqiang good morning.

Through the light penetrating through the cracks in the stone wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang gazed and measured Yankee standing in front of him. Yankee seems a little different from the weekdays, where it feels different and unspeakable.

Yankee's hair was brushed to the back of her right ear with a ponytail as she always did. Her hair was fluffy, dark and bright. Her eyes curved like moon teeth, suddenly flashing through the skin, her sophisticated little nose slightly wrinkled, and her rosy lips were filled with tiny silver teeth like porcelain shells, which appeared slightly as Yankee smiled.

The bright, shiny melon's face shows off two tiny bars with no blush on its cheeks, but through two healthy, natural red spots, accompanied by that slightly outward chin, like a delicate sunflower. Plus a camouflage suit on your body, a nice little army flower.

Today Yang Kerr is as bright as a sunflower, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is dizzy, "No!” Zhang Xiaoqiang despised herself, how can she say that she also read 300 porcelain movies? How can she be confused by a little girl when she sees an old bird with a white face?

“Ah, uncle, you look younger today!” Yankee was somewhat surprised to discover the new continent.

“Ha! Really?” Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin with make-up, "does the rain have a beauty effect?” Zhang Xiaoqiang insinuated.

“Really, really, you used to look like my dad, now you look like my uncle!” Yankee swore that she would look around for a small mirror to show him what she had to say.

“ ”Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply struck, and now his name has dropped from uncle to uncle.“ I'm not a monster! ”Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in his heart.

“If you keep going, you might be able to change from uncle to brother!” Yang Keer added again.

“Brother?” Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart flashed an old song.

Sister, dare you move forward

Go forward. Don't look back.

The Great Road to Heaven

9,999,999

Sister, dare you move forward

Go forward. Don't look back.

The Great Road to Heaven

9,999,999

Sister, how dare you move forward?

Go forward. Don't look back.

From now on, you set up the red embroidery building.

Throwing red embroidery balls.

He's hitting me in the head.

Have a pot with you

Red sorghum.

Red sorghum.

Sister, dare you move forward

Go forward. Don't look back.

“Uncle, look!” Yankee somehow flipped a small mirror towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, interrupting his YY.

“Hey, hey... Ha ha...” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the little white face in the little mirror and smiled.

Before the end of his life, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still a resident boy. In the mirror, he was a fat, fat and weak little man with two eyes. Now he is about 278 years old. His skin is white and smooth. He is slightly handsome. He still looks a little manly on his chin.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked in the mirror and sighed at the classic line: “It feels so good to be young! ”

“Uncle, when are you going to eat? I'm hungry!” Yang Kel interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's lonely reward once again.

“Heh, heh...” The shovel flew up and down in the iron pot, the bacon cabbage kept flipping in the iron pot, a tempting scent spread into the nose, and the worms in the belly began to wake up.

A pot of white rice, a large plate of bacon sautéed cabbage placed securely on a simple table, Yankee quickly clamped the lean meat and looked at the fat. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked very depressed while eating. “I like skinny meat too!” A silent cry from the heart.

If you can't stand it, you don't have to! Zhang Xiaoqiang clamped all the lean meat into his bowl and then slowly tasted it.

“Uncle, how can you do this?” Yang Ke 'er was angry and angry, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes was fierce, a feeling of deep hatred of the landlord class by poor Chinese farmers, as if Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to die as a cockroach at the next moment.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is at your disposal * * Thunderbolt and I stayed still until Yang Kel's burning eyes burned my face.

“My face is still not thick enough!” Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and clamped a piece of fat out of the plate and placed it in Yankee Bowl. "Kids are not allowed to eat! ”

“Cheap, stingy, skinny face, I'll poke you to death!” Yankee said in her mouth, chopsticks poking fat in the bowl.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move but buried his head for dinner. “Cut” crisp sound came from Yang Kel's hand. He looked up and Zhang Xiaoqiang stayed.

A pair of chopsticks went through the fat meat through the bottom of the bowl through the rice, Yankee loosened the chopsticks and looked silly at her right hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked stubbornly at the chopsticks through the bowl, and the rice particles in her mouth fell from the corner of her mouth.

“There's a problem with the bowl!” Yang Keer complained to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Uncle, look! This stick is too sturdy!” Yankee showed Zhang Xiaoqiang with her broken hand in two pieces.

“Bullshit! You must have broken it on purpose. I did it. I don't know?” Zhang Xiaoqiang thinks this is revenge for Yang Kel just feeding her fat.

“Oops! Really, don't believe it!” Yankee held the barrel of the gun in her right hand with three fingers flat, and the barrel of the "Cut Rub" broke again. Zhang Xiaoqiang sucked in a breath of cold air.

“You go look at the bags of rice.” They stood beside the grain pile, Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at Yang Kel and said.

“Uncle, you bully me again. I can lift something so heavy!” Yankee complained about walking to the grain stack and picking up a rice bag with both hands.

More than a hundred kilos of rice bags were lifted in front of Yankee's chest like a balloon. Yankee grabbed the rice bags and seemed confused, holding the corner of the bag in one hand for a few circles in the air.

“Uncle? Is it covered in cotton?” Yankee questioned.

“That's not right! Throw it over here and let me see!” Zhang Xiaoqiang then deeply regretted the decision he made for himself.

The rice bag clamped the wind and hit Zhang Xiaoqiang hard, and huge impulse knocked him over the floor.

“Ouch, hello! My waist!!!!” Zhang Xiaoqiang was screamed under the rice bag.

“Haha! Uncle, do you think I've become Superman? Hey, Superman, I'm Superman Salted Egg, hahahahaha...” Yankee is so proud to forget that her hands are getting stronger.

“Shh! Easy, you trying to pinch me?” Zhang Xiaoqiang lay down in bed and shouted at Yankee, who was giving him a waist massage.