Lost Lovers

Chapter 116: SOS

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The tip of the pen in Tang Miao's hand turned, and after a few strokes, a mighty black dog appeared in front of the zombie and flew towards the zombie. After the painting was finished, Tang Miao couldn't help but disappear.

"The drawing is not bad." Tang Sihuang got up and sat down next to him, looking at the vivid zombie on the paper that seemed to be jumping out of the paper, he was a little surprised.

"I'm not good at drawing hands." Tang Miao habitually bent her mouth and shook her head, quite self-aware. When he was studying in university in country M, he was studying business administration, and painting was just his hobby. He only studied for two years, and he was best at drawing faces, and the least good at drawing hands.

Tang Sihuang didn't say anything, took the pen in his hand, and made a few strokes on the two hands of the zombie, and the hands that were obviously out of proportion before were corrected.

Tang Miao secretly marveled, never knew that Daddy could draw, obviously learned it before, and has a good foundation. He became more and more curious about Daddy.

Tang Sihuang glanced at him indifferently, then lay down suddenly, resting his head on his lap unceremoniously.

"Let me sleep for a while, don't make noise."

Tang Miao really didn't feel that her legs were softer than a pillow, but seeing Tang Sihuang's posture, it was not easy to get him up. In desperation, she had no choice but to let Daddy lie on his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable. Twisted ass. In my impression, he and Daddy are rarely so close, except in bed. Damn, why are you saying this so awkwardly? However, he likes this kind of intimacy.

Tang Sihuang's head was pressed against his leg, and he quickly calmed down, and raised his hand to close the curtains, blocking the dazzling sunlight outside.

Tang Miao judged from Tang Sihuang's steady breathing that he really fell asleep. It must have been very hard last night. If you think about it carefully, it is true. The apocalypse has not yet begun, and he "disappeared". Tang Sihuang was worried about him. After the apocalypse came, more than half of the Tang family's survival pressure was on Tang Sihuang. Although Tang Sihuang seemed to be able to handle it with ease, it must have been very hard work.

At this time, Tang Sihuang's expression was completely different from before, and he looked very relaxed. The quilt stacked on the bed was pressed by Tang Sihuang's feet, and Tang Miao's arms couldn't reach the quilt on the opposite bed, so he simply took out a thin blanket from the space and put it on Tang Sihuang, and then took out a fantasy book. Novels, read quietly.

At this time, Tang Wu's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Call sir, someone is calling for help at eight o'clock. Help or not? It's over."

"Waiting for instructions, over." Tang Miao replied softly, Tang Wu's voice seemed to hold back a smile, he was a little curious, seeing that Tang Sihuang was still asleep, he lifted up the corner of the curtain, carefully preventing the sunlight from coming in, seeing that Tang Sihuang was still asleep. When I saw the scene outside the window, I couldn't help laughing. I saw a dilapidated car chasing the train at a distance of about 50 meters. The back of the car has slumped a lot, and without a cover, it has completely turned into a "roadster"; two bamboo poles are erected on the roof, and a banner is hung on the bamboo poles, with three huge red letters written on it: SOS ( Note 1). Twenty or thirty meters behind the car is a group of zombies, chasing after them.

"Daddy, look quickly, that man is quite talented." Tang Miao laughed.

Tang Sihuang opened his eyes, sat up and glanced out the window. His whole body was almost pressed against Tang Miao. His breath was a little lazy at this time, and he said to the intercom: "Call the cab, and the speed is reduced to 60 kilometers per hour. , Tang Qi, open the back door and let them come up. It's over."

"Cab received. Over."

"Tang Qi received it, it's over."

Sitting in the car was a man and a woman of similar age, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with dirty clothes and dust on their faces. It was obvious that this period of time had passed in a miserable state. The man was sitting in the driver's seat, his face was yellow and thin, but he could still see the outline of a handsome guy; the woman was sitting in the passenger seat, she looked extremely tall, with a gloomy expression, but her eyes were shining with determination. Seeing that the train finally slowed down, both of them couldn't help showing a little joy in their eyes.

The man drove the car and slowly approached the train door.

Tang Qi looked at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Hey, you two are so talented that you managed to escape from the pile of zombies."

The woman didn't speak, but also looked at him secretly, with a bit of defense hidden in her eyes.

The man said loudly: "Brother, please help me, first pull my sister up!"

Tang Qi nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled the woman up first.

The man slowly moved to the passenger seat, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand. The car skidded several times and almost hit the train, making the audience sweat for him. The man was also sweating, his face was tense all the time, he stretched out his right hand out of the window, after Tang Qi grabbed him, kicked his foot, and jumped out quickly at the same time. The car lost control and turned west immediately. After running for a certain distance, it hit a tree before stopping, making a loud "bang". In less than three seconds, the car exploded with a bang, flames rose into the sky, and black smoke lingered.

The man heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head to smile at Tang Qi, held his hand and thanked him: "Brother, thank you for saving my life!"

"You're welcome," Tang Qi locked the car door and smiled faintly, "However, for everyone's safety, I still have to check it out for you two."

The faces of both of them changed, and the man kept his sister behind vigilantly.

Tang Qi pulled his lips helplessly: "Don't worry, there is a woman in the car."

Only then did the man relax, and said with a smile, "So that's the way it should be. Regardless, we don't have any wounds on our bodies."

He acted so calmly that Tang Qi already believed it, but to be on the safe side, he still called Aunt Chun and took the woman into a box. The man was still a little worried, and waited at the door of the box. Seeing that his sister came out intact and nodded to him, he was relieved and followed Tang Qi into another box.

Tang Qi didn't find any suspicious wounds on the man, so he led them to Tang Sihuang's box.

"Where are you two from? How's it going out there?"

The man looked at the whole carriage calmly, and replied: "It's very bad outside, and now some zombies are no longer afraid of the sun, and their speed is getting faster and faster."

"Really." Tang Qi looked solemn and stopped talking.

After a while, the three came to Tang Sihuang's box. Tang Qi knocked on the door. Tang Sihuang's deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The two brothers and sisters saw that apart from a powerful man in the box, there was also a cute boy and two very docile dogs. The faint warmth made their guard unknowingly lowered by half.

"This is Mr. Tang." Tang Qi briefly introduced them.

Tang Sihuang glanced at the two of them naturally, and motioned to the opposite bed: "Sit. I don't know what to call you two?"

The young man said gratefully and sincerely: "My name is Fang Gu, and my sister's name is Fang Dai. Mr. Tang, thank you for saving me and my sister."

Tang Sihuang hummed lightly, took a sip of coffee, and said, "It's just a small effort. Where are you from? What's the situation outside?"

Fang Gu licked his lips subconsciously, trying to ignore the aroma of coffee, and sighed. Looking at the ruddy faces of this group of people, one can tell that the last days have very little impact on them, at least they have no worries about food and clothing. Not to mention anything else, who still has coffee at this time

"To tell the truth, Mr. Tang, the outside world is very bad now. Our brother and sister were originally from L City. After the zombie outbreak, we fled from the city to the countryside. Our grandmother lives in the countryside, and the elderly have the habit of storing food, so life is not a problem at all. Who knows that many zombies are not afraid of the sun, and some zombies are faster. The village was soon invaded by zombies, and our grandma... died. My brother and sister escaped desperately. Fortunately, I met you, otherwise I'm afraid..." Fang Gu was calm at first, but his voice became a little low afterward, presumably because he remembered something sad.

Tang Miao said sincerely: "You two can escape from L City to here safely, which is considered very capable."

Fang Dai laughed at himself and said, "My brother and I have experienced the WC earthquake, so we have some experience in escaping."

Tang Miao noticed the bag on Fang Gu's back. The bag was almost deflated, and Fang Dai was also empty-handed, and the lips of both of them were a little dry, with a layer of white skin. He took out a bottle of mineral water and two breads from his bag and handed them to Fang Dai. Too much generosity is not a good thing, he will not do things that attract attention.

Fang Dai looked at Tang Miao in surprise, and seeing that he didn't mean to part with a joke, he took it in surprise and said seriously: "Thank you, we haven't eaten anything for two days. We will definitely return it when we have the chance."

Tang Miao smiled and said nothing. In this kind of world, it doesn't matter if the words are true or empty, just listen to them.

Feeling that Tang Sihuang's force on his body was suddenly a little heavy, Tang Miao was a little surprised, but he couldn't protest directly in front of so many people, so he had to endure it silently. In fact, he accidentally discovered that Tang Sihuang's waist and eyes were very sensitive, and he wanted to poke him so much that he raised his hand. After thinking about it, he decided to give up, lest Tang Sihuang would make a fool of himself in front of outsiders.

Naturally, Tang Sihuang didn't know what his youngest son was thinking, so he asked, "Did you hear any other news?" Tang Miao didn't forget to adjust the radio these days, but nothing came of it.