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Chapter 41
Fu Yucheng took a big bite of the apple in his hand and squinted his eyes comfortably. "Kacha!" Fu Yucheng took a big bite of the apple in his hand and narrowed his eyes comfortably. His dark eyes, in the warm afterglow of the setting sun, flowed with a strange dark green.
The apples are fresh, crisp, sweet and full of juice.
After supper, you can still enjoy such delicious fruits. It feels like something in the past.
He closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction: "This apple is really good."
He seemed to think of something again, and he muttered to himself slightly suspiciously: "Miss boss, this petty kid, every time I go to borrow food, I only give some potatoes. Why did he suddenly become so generous today? There are also two gifts. apple?"
Fu Yucheng muttered, and looked at the boy sideways.
At this time, the boy had already packed up the stack of pots and pans after dinner. He carried the food cartons to the countertop, carefully took out the remaining potatoes and sweet potatoes one by one, and carefully wiped off the excess on the surface. soil.
The sunlight is like the most delicate cicada wing gauze, quietly spilling through the glass windows in front of the flow table.
Under the warm light, the boy's black hair glowed with a hazy and light luster, and it looked almost turned into a soft light brown, and the skin became more and more thin like snow.
——All in all, very well-behaved and delicate, extremely affectionate, and are the kind of children who are most likely to make women feel the urge to take care of them.
Fu Yucheng looked at him carefully, rubbing his lips thoughtfully: "Cough, kid."
The boy turned his head slightly: "What's the matter?"
"From now on, you will be responsible for the affairs of the lady boss."
"..." The boy glanced at him speechlessly, bent over and put the potatoes one by one into the rattan basket under the sink.
Fu Yucheng crunched the apple while muttering: "Five catties of potatoes, five catties of sweet potatoes, five catties of cornmeal... The two of us, you little devil can eat so much, no matter how you count it, it won't last long. I'll talk about it when the time comes. Anyway, I won't starve to death."
"You..." The boy's hand movement was imperceptibly paused, "Are you very poor?"
Fu Yucheng couldn't help but give him a blank look: "Do I look like a rich man?"
"Oh." The boy hesitated for a while, or opened his mouth, "Then what are your plans in the future?" The genius remembered in a second: www.72wx.com 72 Literature
"I've made do with it, what else?" Fu Yucheng shrugged.
The question the boy really wanted to ask was, what did Fu Yucheng plan to do with the burden he picked up halfway?
But the other party didn't seem to understand what he meant.
Without getting an answer, the boy stopped asking. He lowered his head, cut the tape at the bottom of the carton with a fruit knife, carefully folded the carton into one piece, and inserted it into the gap between the right side of the flow table and the wall of the car: "When I came back, I heard the aunt opposite said, The cartons can be taken to the waste station for recycling."
"That's a lot of trouble." Fu Yucheng raised his hand nonchalantly, hearing only a "pop", the apple core hit the boy's calf, and then fell to the trash can.
"Sorry, accident." He scratched his head and showed an innocent expression. "Actually, I could barely be a sharpshooter before... I haven't touched a gun for a long time, and my hand may have my head."
The boy glanced at the apple core on the ground, didn't say anything, leaned over and picked it up in the trash can.
Fu Yucheng leaned on the sofa boredly, watching the child busy tidying up, and couldn't help but yawned: "I said kid, you just leave those broken things alone. Anyway, I cleaned up today and tomorrow. It's still messy, why clean up?"
"If I ate something today, I will be hungry tomorrow. Why eat?" The boy answered without looking up while wiping the desk. 72 Literature Network first published www.72wx.comm.72wx.coma
This is an extremely harsh laboratory life, a habit brought to the boy-everything must be kept in the most perfect and neat state, whether it is firearms, weapons, or anything else. All the education he had had told him that any small flaw could be the most fatal key.
The boy's rare retort unexpectedly choked Fu Yucheng.
He was silent for a moment, and he repeatedly comforted himself that there are a lot of adults, don't worry about this little boy: "Okay, don't wipe it, it's almost done. I want to change the gauze, come over and help."
"Yeah." The boy nodded.
He carefully washed the mud from his hands before he walked over and looked down at the man on the sofa: "How?"
"Keep it light... you fucking want to kill me." Fu Yucheng bitterly, with the help of the boy, slowly removed the circles of gauze between his waist and abdomen. The skin and flesh on the edge of the wound have been stuck with the cotton sheet, and the taste is particularly sour and refreshing.
The boy paused slightly and tried to relax as much as possible. He really didn't quite understand, the man in front of him didn't say a word when he was injured, so he was afraid of pain when he changed the medicine?
After a while, the gauze was finally removed. There was a wound of seven or eight centimeters across his left abdomen. It still looked very hideous, but there was no sign of infection.
"It's okay." Fu Yucheng sighed in relief, and threw the dirty gauze on the ground, and took a clean cotton sheet to cover the wound.
The boy took out a new roll of gauze from the medicine box and helped him to wrap it up. After a while, it was finally done, and both of them sweated profusely.
Fu Yucheng pulled the towel on the armrest of the sofa, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead indiscriminately, and looked up at the wall clock: "...Why is it so late? It's almost ten o'clock?"
He rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but yawned: "Hey, kid, I took two pills after dinner and I was a little sleepy. If you still don't want to sleep, you can read a free book-you There are a few cartoons on the bed."
Before the boy could answer, he pulled up the blanket, rolled over inside, and closed his eyes.
The boy squatted on the floor, tidying up the bloody gauze that was thrown on the floor by the opponent, without saying a word.
He took the gauze to the trash can outside the car and threw it away. He stood at the door of the car for a long time before turning back to the RV.
On the sofa, Fu Yucheng had a deep breath and seemed to be asleep.
The boy stared at him for a long time, and made sure that the other party was asleep, and then tiptoed to the flow table, picked up a few potatoes from the basket, and put them into the cloth pocket that had been prepared. He hesitated a bit, put two more back, and put a leather water bladder on his back.
After doing all this, the boy walked to the door and gently pushed the door open.
He turned his head and glanced at the sleeping man deeply, and silently said in his heart: "Thank you. I'm leaving."
With a soft "click", the car door closed.
On the sofa, Fu Yucheng slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help sighing secretly.
In fact, for the boy to stay or leave, he is really a bit difficult.
Just keep it like this. To be honest, it's too much trouble. He's not a person who can bring children; let him go. After all, this kid was picked up by himself, and he has some responsibility.
Besides, if he is driven away by himself, where can this kid go?
In today's world, everyone is living a difficult life, and can even fight for a ration. I am afraid that no one family will kindly take in this skinny kid.
Now that he took the initiative to leave, it was a good thing to solve a big problem for himself.
Fu Yucheng comforted herself wildly, but looking at the empty carriages, he always felt a little uncomfortable.
He reluctantly lay down for a while, but he felt like a cat scratching in his heart. He was so uncomfortable that he could not help but veil the blanket over his head irritably.
The blanket that picked up was very old, it always smelled of musty in the past, and Fu Yucheng didn't bother to take care of it. But the blanket at this time was very fluffy and soft, with a faint smell of sunlight—the corner of the blanket was stained with blood. The kid cleaned it carefully this morning and left it on the car window to dry it all day.
"...Fuck." Fu Yucheng scolded distractedly, suddenly lifted the blanket and sat up.
He froze for a while, reached out and turned on the old-fashioned radio on the workbench.
"His la la..." A harsh noise came from the radio speaker.
With patience, he adjusted the knob for a long time, and the noise finally turned into a muffled singing voice. The singer remembered his lost girl next door in a hoarse voice.
Before a song was finished, the music was suddenly interrupted.
"Abnormal weather forecast, abnormal weather forecast: strong convective weather at dusk will appear tonight, and a large-scale five-level super-strong sandstorm is expected. Please be prepared for wind protection in parking lots No. 3 and No. 4, and all car owners, please keep your vehicles in time Fix it to avoid unnecessary losses. Repeat again..."
Fu Yucheng was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to raise the volume a bit.
The sweet female voice broadcast the disaster prevention weather forecast over and over again. He listened carefully, his brows frowned.
In strong convective weather, the coverage is just a hundred miles around here...If you stay in the river valley, the shelter of the highlands on both sides, plus the windmill belt's effect on the speed of the hurricane, the parking lot will not be too dangerous.
But outside the river valley, if you encounter an extremely strong sandstorm caused by strong convective weather, there will be almost nine deaths.
That stupid kid, wouldn't he be so stupid to leave the Zambu Valley...
Fu Yucheng sat there for a while, and suddenly pulled a handful of hair irritably, and cursed fiercely: "Damn, I really owed him in my previous life."
He didn't hesitate anymore, he rolled over and got off the sofa and ran to the cab.
...
The boy was sitting on the sand with his knees in a daze.
He was leaning on a huge dusk boundary monument, and in front of him was an endless expanse of desert, with golden sand dunes rolling up and down to the sky.
On the horizon in the distance is a sunset that never ends, sprinkling bloody afterglow on this desperate world.
In fact, when he left the parking lot, the boy already regretted a bit. However, he did not have enough reason to stay.
Of course he could see that the man's food was very scarce, and he didn't have the slightest surplus for himself. No matter from a practical point of view or from a reasonable point of view, I have no reason to continue relying on the other person.
The boy hugged his knees and stared blankly at the boundless desert. Where can I go after leaving the parking lot?
He didn't know how long he had been sitting, maybe one hour, maybe five hours. In this eternal twilight zone, you can't even rely on the sky to judge the time.
Gradually, the wind started.
The sky was gloomy without warning, and the dry gust of wind was rolling and whistling with yellow gravel, making a creepy "whoop" sound like a devil's cry.
Between the sky and the earth, it seemed as if a layer of misty yellow veil appeared, and nothing could be seen clearly. The strong wind was mixed with coarse gravel, "cracking" hit the boundary marker, scratching the boy's cheeks with pain.
The boy bit his lip, leaned on the boundary monument, and stood up with difficulty.
He regretted it.
He didn't want to die here so alone.
The sandstorm is getting worse and worse, and the world is dim. It is almost impossible to distinguish the north, south, east and west. Only the strong wind mixed with sand and gravel strikes over.