Several people have a great appetite, even Lin Jia who looks small. Although he prepared a table of meals, he didn't waste a little bit of food at the end. This is also a habit they developed after the end of the world.
Zhao Qiyang, who had been drinking too much, suddenly started crying with snot and tears. He said that he missed his parents. He cried and started to say that he didn't know if he could find a daughter-in-law in this apocalyptic era.
Zhao Sihui dragged her younger brother back to the house with a speechless expression. Others were responsible for cleaning up the things. If the oil stains on the tableware were not cleaned up the same day, they would be covered with mildew and velvet the next morning.
Taking advantage of this time, Yin Yiliu quietly poured herself a glass of fruit wine and drank it into her stomach while Jin Yang was not careful.
In her last life, she liked to drink some plum wine while eating at home alone, or go out to reunite with the little sisters in the dormitory, and she had long been craving for fruit wine.
But she forgot that it was the first time that her body had been dipped in alcohol. After drinking a glass of alcohol, her head felt a little dizzy, and two faint blushes burned on her cheeks.
When Jin Yang finished packing, what he saw was the girl sitting on the sofa by herself, her legs were not as short as when she was a child, and she could reach the ground, but she shrunk and dangled jio in the air, the fluffy rabbit above her head. The pinna of the ear was dyed pink, as if it had been ripened by alcohol.
He knew immediately that Tutu must have been drinking.
Yin Yiliu's mind was still sober, only a little drunk, when she heard Jin Yang asking if she had been drinking, she said with a straight face, "I don't."
But looking at Jin Thigh's deep eyes, she was suddenly discouraged, gestured with her little finger, and whispered, "I only drank this little, I just wanted to taste it."
Jin Yang didn't say anything accusing, he took the dizzy girl to wash, and gave her soft and fluffy hair like when she was a beanie, and Yin Yiliu was too good today.
Since she grew up rapidly, she never let Jin Yang comb her hair again, because she always felt that there was a knot in her heart, and she would tell herself not to do this anymore because her heart beat faster.
After combing his hair, Jin Yang took out a small clay sculpture from his arms, put it in Yin Yiliu's hand, and whispered, "Happy New Year."
He didn't know if it was because he drank alcohol today, but his always cold eyes were dyed with a touch of water vapor, and from Yin Yiliu's point of view, he looked very gentle.
Yin Yiliu froze for a while, then spread out his palm and looked at
, in her palm lies a round clay sculpture bunny, the surface is smooth and naive, and it is clearly made according to her own appearance.
Jin Yang has been trying to give Tutu a gift a few days ago. He heard that there are members of the special forces who belong to other districts. After inquiring, he found out that there is an old abandoned cellar in the base of B city. , In the past, craftsmen burned pottery, but after the end of the world it became a wasteland.
He went to clean up an ashes burner himself, and began to figure out how to shape it awkwardly.
At the beginning, it was always not good enough or cute enough, so he did it again, and finally pinched the rabbit in his heart, but he couldn't control the heat when burning it, and always burned dry and cracked mud rabbits, and later added polishing and polishing. After a few days, I crushed hundreds of clay sculptures to become this one in my hand.
Every outline on it was carved by himself. After touching the gun with a very steady hand for so long, he spent a hundred times the energy on carving the mud rabbit.
He held it in his hand for a long time, and Yin Yiliu could still feel the temperature in the palm of his hand. She looked at it, and the somewhat drowsy brain stimulated by the alcohol suddenly became emotional again, and her eyes were a little red.
In fact, most of the time, Jin Yang silently gave bad words. From the beginning, he was reluctant to communicate with anyone, and gradually he could extend his arms to others, and he could give some discomfort to the team members who were born and died. Send new year wishes.
Her golden thighs are really nice and gentle people, but the man in the book ended up dead. She pursed her lips, jumped up and hugged Jin Yang's waist and started wiping tears.
Jin Yang was stunned. He tried to relax as much as possible, then hesitantly touched the girl who was holding his waist and asked softly, "What's wrong with Tutu? Don't you like it?"
Yin Yiliu was blinded by alcohol at this time, and she couldn't care about her restraint and shyness. While rubbing against Jin Yang's waist, she wiped away her snot and tears, and whimpered and said incomprehensible words.
Jin Yang recognized it carefully, and only then did he hear the sentence, "My golden thighs are so good..." He suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his eyes darkened a bit.
He now knew that the nickname Tutu gave him was Golden Thighs. At this moment, an emotion was surging in his heart, and he felt that something was wrong.
He always thought that he had raised Tutu well, and watching her change from a little bunny to a green girl was his only joy in this dark world.
But Tutu's rapid growth caught him off guard, and he suddenly realized that he did not know when to
The mother's relationship seems to have deteriorated from the pure father-daughter relationship.
He would feel irritable when he watched other young people in the base put their eyes on Tutu, and he would feel anxious knowing that Tutu would one day stand with other people, and even heard that fat boy Tian Tian said he wanted to marry Tutu. Tutu said that Tutu would get married sooner or later, and an uncontrollable anger rose in his heart.
He clearly knew that he didn't want to, and he just watched this fluffy little guy smile sweetly at others.
He couldn't control the wanton growth and changes in his heart. At this time, he looked at the little girl who was hugging him softly talking drunk, he closed his eyes slightly, and held Yin Yiliu's hand without holding her upright.
Jin Yang's throat rolled slightly, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. The fists hanging by his side were clenched tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging, mocking his dark and shameful thoughts.
Yin Yiliu pursed her mouth and was wronged for a while. The alcohol slowly evaporated with her tears, and she gradually realized that she had just accidentally spilled alcohol, and suddenly felt that her face burned even more.
She wiped the water stains on her face and burped a little, trying to change the subject.
"I'm also preparing a New Year's gift for you."
Jin Yang's heart stagnated for a moment, seeing the girl in front of her with red eyes and nose, she twisted and took out something from her arms and held it with two small claws.
From his perspective, all he could see was a white mass spilling out from the girl's fingertips, and he didn't know what it was.
In the first thirteen years of Jin Yang's life, no one ever gave him gifts, not even on holidays or birthdays, because he was an existence that the Jin family could not mention.
After the age of thirteen, when the head of the Jin family realized that he would never give birth to a second boy other than Jin Yang, he had to accept this fact, and he seemed to accept his fate and began to cultivate him as an heir.
At this time, Jin Rumeng, who gradually had the concept of right and wrong, regretted it, and wanted to restore the relationship between brother and sister, and those family members outside who wanted to have a good relationship with the heirs of the Jin family, would fill a lot of gifts. Room.
But these things were no longer important in the eyes of Jin Yang at that time, and the things he hoped for when he was a child were obtained one by one.
The tenderness of his father, the smiling face of his sister, the right to eat and presents, etc., but after he got it, he realized that he would no longer be moved by these things.
But at this moment, Jin Yang felt a sense of expectation after a long absence, as if the emotion that had been silent for many years finally pulled his heart hard, and he suddenly realized that he cared.
Care that someone will remember him, give him gifts, and even look forward to it.
Yin Yiliu spread out her palms a little nervously. In her palms lay a white fluffy bunny with eyes glued together in small balls of red silk thread, making it look stupid and fat.
She was a little disappointed, her long ears drooped slightly to the side of her face, and she said in a muffled voice, "I've become myself... I knew I would have poked your little guy."
The gift that Jin Yang gave her was herself, and she even poked her own felt and gave it to Jin Yang as a New Year's gift.
It was only when she reacted that she regretted it. How could someone so narcissistic actually stab him and give it to someone else.
Jin Yang suddenly smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and there was a touch of tenderness between his brows and eyes, and he immediately stared at Yin Yiliu.
I saw him pick up the felt little rabbit, put it in his palm, and whisper, "Thank you for the New Year's gift, I like it very much."
The felt rabbit in the palm of the hand is like Tutu himself. Although the grown up Tutu doesn't like to be a small dumpling in his arms, he doesn't like to touch her fluffy head and ears, but he already has it. New "Bunny".
This is not a substitute, but Tutu gave her to herself.
With just this sentence, the heart of the bunny-eared girl who could no longer resist the gentle offensive suddenly exploded. She covered her cheek with her claws and stammered, "Hey, if you like it, it's fine."
No matter how many times she looked at it, the handsome face of Jin Thigh was a first-class look that would make her heart squeal.
On this Chinese New Year's night, the two exchanged gifts, making it a special day for them both.
On the first day of the new year, there was no sound of firecrackers, and no pedestrians were walking through the streets to visit relatives. The short-lived Spring Festival atmosphere in the base was diluted by the second snow this year, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets.
Yin Yiliu was walking on the road of the base, and saw several homeless people curled up in the corners on both sides, wrapped in dirty rags, covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost on their faces, shivering in the snow. .
She couldn't help frowning and asked, "Didn't they distribute a batch of padded clothes to ordinary people for the winter? What happened to them?"
Zhao Qiyang glanced at the people curled up by the street, and said with a sigh: "Those clothes are for the people in the Nine Dragons Cave, and these people are the 'wanderers' in the base, they are not even qualified to live in the Nine Dragons Cave, they Most of the people who have no labor force or are unwilling to do coolies, do not have legal status in the base, but still depend on the base and refuse to leave."
These homeless wandering in the base, there is no shelter to shelter from the wind and rain, and they cannot squeeze into the Nine Dragons Cave.
Fortunately, the snow was not heavy this time, and the weather was not as cold as before, but the advent of winter undoubtedly made it much less likely for these people to find items they could eat.