Apocalypse Cockroach

Xu Mengzhu sat next to the upper official Qiaoyun. Today she was more frightened than her whole life. Several times she came down. She was already near the edge of the collapse. She was looking at the bonfire of the bear in front of her. Only in this warm ground flame could her heart be slightly calm. She looked at the flame of the bear. She suddenly remembered something and looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the left holding the notebook to watch the movie Yang Qiao, Yang Qiao may also know Zhang Xiaoqiang is thinking, try to keep the volume of the notebook to a minimum, now you are seeing tension, the whole mind is immersed in the movie.

Sitting on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right is the meow. Meow is now afraid of his mother. At that time, he can't help but hug her a few times. For this reason, he subconsciously wants to stay away from his mother. Zhang Xiaoqiang's side is a good choice. At least, Zhang Xiaoqiang won't go crazy.

When she meshed safely into Xu Mengzhu's eyes, Xu Mengzhu relieved herself and immersed her gaze in the flame. Before long, she would look up at her child. Xu Mengzhu's abnormality did not attract too much attention, except for the meow that her mother could not touch her head.

Meow meow bored his type 77 pistol. When he stuck the empty magazine into the handle countless times, he remembered what Zhang Xiaoqiang had said during the day and had to cast his gaze on the man he had always hated.

Meow hated Zhang Xiaoqiang, but didn't know why he hated him. Maybe it was the first time Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his mother's unrestrained eyes.

But with his contact with Zhang Xiaoqiang, he felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang was really not bad. At least it was better than his father who stayed at home for only two weeks a year. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang could teach him from time to time, that would only happen if he caused trouble. Zhang Xiaoqiang was very forgiving to him at other times. Even he could hardly bear the dirt, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not see, and he could sit at a table with the dirty one.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's behavior surprised him and surprised him. This feeling was never felt before. In his impression, his father was just a symbol, a symbol that would only appear at the end of the year. In his little head, his father was a stranger, and his real home meant that he and his mother, even if his father might die, would only feel dead as a stranger.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's occasional harshness, Zhang Xiaoqiang's occasional forgiveness, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's escape, holding his collar to the arm that rescued him, made him feel a feeling that he had never felt on his mother. That feeling even he could not understand, as if Zhang Xiaoqiang was the tall man who was holding him in his arms as he swallowed.

Of course, he still hates Zhang Xiaoqiang, not the kind of simple hatred, not the kind of look that Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at his mother, but the kind? What can I say? The rebellious psychology of the child, to Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him to do that, it is forbidden to be that hateful, like the kind of hateful adolescence of the child against the harsh father.

Since being rescued from his home, Meow felt that his mother had changed, had become very strange, was no longer as close to him as before, cared for him, he did not know why, gradually, Zhang Xiaoqiang replaced his mother's role, which made him very uncomfortable.

Now he remembers what Zhang Xiaoqiang said during the day, being able to fill his little pistol with bullets is what he dreamed of, but he can ask Zhang Xiaoqiang to ask for it. He feels very difficult again, he always finds it very difficult, do you really want to ask him?

He repeatedly struggled with his mind. Eventually, his thirst for bullets suppressed his uncomfortable mind. He looked up to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Well, you can eat...” As Yuan Yi Qing's cold words sounded, dinner was ready.

Dinner is very simple, apart from Yuan deliberately boiled soup, other things, like the rest of the team, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat by the fire after eating, only at this moment will Zhang Xiaoqiang feel alive and still alive, you know, he is used to the hungry survivors, but he has not really starved himself.

Nothing to think about. Sitting quietly on the side of the fire, listening to the slight noise of the "pizza” spark burst on the dry wood, my heart hung for a whole day before I really rested. A thick fatigue suddenly came in, Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to take a nap in this comfortable time, a small hand gently pulled on his sleeve.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and saw meow pulling her clothes sleeve silently looking at herself, looking at the dirty meow, Zhang Xiaoqiang revealed his doubtful eyes, it seemed that the child had been ignoring himself, what wind did it have today? Did this kid come to the door?

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention to himself, Meow took out his Type 77 pistol and swayed in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. There was no courtship on his face. Instead, he raised his dirty little face to collect the bill.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had long forgotten what he had said to him during the day. At that time, he kept thinking about how to take people out. Who remembers these?

I still don't understand Zhang Xiaoqiang. Meow was anxious. He danced the pistol again and put the pistol under Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids and swayed.

“You want a new pistol? Isn't this a good gun? You don't have big hands, big pistols. You can't play with them. Use them. When you grow up, I'll give you a gun. ”

People react slowly as soon as they eat, not to mention Zhang Xiaoqiang is now the most comfortable resting state of the day. So far, he has not made a meow.

Meow was in a bit of a hurry, but he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's lazy expression. He thought Zhang Xiaoqiang's speech didn't count. In a hurry, he did something he hadn't even thought of himself. “Wow," he pounced over. He hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest with one head and knocked Zhang Xiaoqiang over the floor with a sluggish body reaction.

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't touch his head when he was knocked down. He didn't know how to step on the kitten's tail. Meow caught Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest with one bite after he hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms.

“Ouch... put it... put it down, it hurts...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang cried out. The farce on their side also attracted the attention of others. Yang Keer saw the twist between the two but did not come to help. However, it looked like a good show and still screamed in his mouth.

Yuan Yi and Shangguan Qiaoyun also saw it. They did not speak or move. They knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang would be fine. They also knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang loved the child very much, so they saw it as if they had not seen it. They still wiped the gun and collected the bowl.

Xu Mengzhu saw her child actually fall into Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms, and then she was frightened. When she saw her child bite Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest like a puppy and die without letting go, her heart immediately tightened. An unprecedented fear struck her head. It was a long-standing fear of Zhang Xiaoqiang, guilt for her child, and other things that could not be said, burst out suddenly.

“Ah..." As Xu Mengzhu lost his temper screamed, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was in pain, stopped to look at Xu Mengzhu.

Xu Mengzhu wrapped herself tightly with her arms like a nightmare. Her head drooped down and she trembled slightly. She could hear what she was whispering. Although she was not far from everyone else, she still couldn't hear what she was saying.

Meow forgot to continue biting, and looked at Xu Mengzhu with Zhang Xiaoqiang, who forgot to exclaim the pain. After that, one big, one small and two people looked at each other, and Meow's teeth hung on Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest.

“Is your mother crazy?” One sentence sprayed out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth without his brain, but Meow did not refute it, except for the root of his teeth to continue to force.

“You son of a bitch? Why don't you bite and let go? Shit... loose mouth, pain pain pain pain..."