It's really ridiculous. Tang Ling looked at Su Yao in front of him steadily with this thought in his mind.
He couldn't describe the despair in his heart. He had tried so hard to move his mother-in-law and sister into a safe zone, but when he woke up, he found that he was the only one alive and still in the safe zone, facing a man only known as Su Yao. , but does not know his identity, a man as strong as a bull.
What to say? What's your reaction? Tang Ling, who was despairing, had no fear at all! Having lost his inner pillar, he is not afraid of death.
"Okay." After staring at Tang Ling with empty eyes for almost a minute, Su Yao felt deeply frustrated and threw Tang Ling onto the bed.
"This is how you treat your savior." Su Yao was a little angry, but more helpless. He sat on the sofa, put his long and strong legs on the small table, and made a 'dong' sound. A muffled sound.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it again, Su Yao felt that he needed to take a strong dose of medicine.
But Tang Ling didn't react at all. He remained in the same position as Su Yao threw him on the bed. In fact, Tang Ling could no longer move. The weakness in his body after he woke up was stronger than ever before. .
What's more, he stood motionless in front of the window for almost eight hours.
That was the only belief that supported him. If there really was a hell, when he got there, he could at least tell his mother-in-law and sister what it was like in Safe Zone No. 17.
Actually, it doesn't feel like heaven.
The muddy roads and densely packed stone houses, some tall and some short, are all like ant boxes, which is depressing.
You can't see very far, and this kind of crowding that blocks out the sun makes many places even invisible to light, making it as dark as evening.
Even if this is just a corner of Safe Zone No. 17, how can they be any happier than the people in the settlement
Maybe, it's a sense of security
Tang Ling's heart ached with despair and numbness, and he didn't feel the knock on the door at this time.
Instead, Su Yao glanced at Tang Ling, who was lying on the bed like a dead dog, and opened the door.
It turned out that the cook walked into the room, twisting her waist in a charming way, carrying a pot of fragrant broth.
She didn't care about Tang Ling. After putting the soup on the table, she just watched Su Yao hesitate to leave, but was dismissed by Su Yao's unkind look, so she had no choice but to leave angrily.
"Drink it." Su Yao placed the broth in front of Tang Ling, feeling that his tone was already very gentle.
In fact, this broth looks very good. It has been boiling with steaming heat for almost a whole day. The milky white soup is exuded with oily flowers, and the large muscles that were originally strong have been cooked soft. About to be separated from flesh and blood.
The green, precious vegetables were probably put in last, floating on the milky white soup.
Tang Ling had lived for fifteen years and couldn't even imagine such luxurious broth, not to mention having seen it before.
But even so, Tang Ling didn't even move his eyes.
"Haha, in this era, you don't even have basic piety when it comes to food! It seems that after you recover, if you have this attitude towards you, I will need to beat you up a few times." Su Yao surprisingly stopped. Angry, he clenched his fists and made a bone crunch.
He calmly didn't say anything. He just walked to the corner of the room, opened the cabinet, took out a backpack, then picked up Tang Ling and threw it in front of the backpack.
There was a muffled sound on the hard ground, but Tang Ling surprisingly didn't feel any pain in his body. Su Yao squatted down calmly and opened his backpack.
A bloody skirt was handed to Tang Ling.
Tang Ling looked up suddenly. Even though the skirt was in tatters, he could still recognize the familiar pattern and patches.
The fabric skirt is Shanshan's favorite and the most luxurious skirt.
Even when she was fleeing, she deliberately wore her skirt underneath.
Tang Ling almost grabbed the skirt and held it tightly in his hands. He buried his face in the skirt and seemed to be able to smell the familiar aroma of dried fennel.
"Shanshan" Tang Ling said a few dry and unpleasant words in his throat. He wanted to cry but there were no tears. His eyes hurt terribly.
"It's a pity that I only found this. In this era, you may have to get used to a living person, and no one will be left behind in a blink of an eye." Su Yao's tone softened. It was obvious that he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say what he said. It can only make people more desperate.
Tang Ling didn't say anything, but there was finally a hint of gratitude in his eyes. He didn't care about his own life, but he was grateful that the man in front of him had the heart to find this tattered skirt.
"Here, I'll give it to you too. There's no other way, there's only a little left in the body, so" as he spoke, Su Yao took out a small jar from his backpack and placed it in front of Tang Ling's eyes.
Tang Ling was not stupid and understood what Su Yao was talking about. He took the clay jar with one hand and it was incredibly light.
Tang Ling's knuckles turned white because he exerted too much force.
That was the only strength he had, and all he could hold on to was the tattered skirt in front of him and the jar containing his mother-in-law's ashes.
"Thank you." Tang Ling lowered his head and struggled to say these two words, but his eyes became increasingly hollow.
Relics are not comfort, but shatter the last glimmer of hope and fantasy.
"Does the word thank you mean anything? I thought hatred could sustain you." Su Yao took a deep drag on the cigarette and narrowed his eyes again.
Tang Ling was at a loss, hatred? Are you looking for those corpses? The life he longs for is to live with his sister and mother-in-law.
Is there any point in finding corpses that have no consciousness at all? Tang Ling didn't have any motivation.
Su Yao was not in a hurry, he just crossed his legs in front of Tang Ling, exhaled a puff of smoke, then took something out of his arms and handed it to Tang Ling's eyes.
"You don't think everything is a coincidence, do you? Let's take a look at this. In everything, there is a blame and a creditor! If you are a man, even if you want to die, should you have an explanation? ?”
"Perhaps, these idiotic high-level officials in Security Zone 17 are also to blame?" Su Yao deliberately added as if he thought the fire was not intense enough.
Looking at the things in Su Yao's hands, Tang Ling's eyes widened suddenly. He was so shocked that he wanted to stand up, but his weakness made him kneel on the ground.
"Where, where did it come from?" Tang Ling's breathing became extremely rapid. His weakness made it difficult to speak, but now that he asked this question, he exhausted all his strength and his face turned red.
"It's a battle. It's a pity that I didn't win, but I saved my life! But, in the future, do you have a reason not to win?" Su Yao said lightly.
Tang Ling grabbed the thing in Su Yao's hand, and it was a strand of silver-white hair.
(End of chapter)