Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 203 The Zombie Dad's Wave 1
Fuchen hugged the big zombie, climbed up his neck neatly, and sat down.

According to human height, she is six or seven years old.

The big zombie was expressionless, standing where he was, riding on his neck by the floating dust.

After she sat down, the big zombie walked step by step.

His steps were less wobbly, and his pace was slow and steady.

"Why did you sink into the water?" Fuchen was a little curious.

Zombies don't have much awareness of life and death.

She doesn't quite understand the psychology of big zombies.

"It's boring." The big zombie said bluntly.His face is always dead gray, with the same feeling as the earth.

Fu Chen frowned, still not quite understanding.

The big zombie walked silently.

He doesn't know the meaning of his life in this world.

Walking on the road is the same as sinking in the water.

As Fuchen's father, this connection is amazing.

She is like a weight, making him live in this world firmly.

The parent-child relationship between father and child, maybe he doesn't know what it means, doesn't understand what it is, he only knows that he has this desire.

Floating with the floating dust like in the past, doing nothing, wasting time.

He doesn't need anything in return.

He is willing to take care of Fuchen until she throws himself away.

Alone in the world, no matter where you walk, you don't feel a sense of stability.

There is a small thing on the shoulder, but it is different.

The big zombie can't describe all of them.

Like he can't tell his love.

As a father, he is always silent.

Let the child do whatever he wants.

Passive, helpless, and happy.

The big zombie walked with the floating dust on his back, feeling the wind blowing on his body and the sun shining on his body.His steps are light.

He was very happy.

But he still couldn't express it.

The floating dust on the head raised another problem, "Why do zombies have the idea of ​​being a father? What about my own biological parents? Did you kill them?"

Fuchen looked down at the big zombie.

She doesn't care about her biological parents, as if she is no longer human.

Human parents and human children are dead.

She is a zombie.

Meet the strange existence of a zombie dad.

The big zombie didn't know how to answer the first question, so he answered the second question first, "I didn't kill it."

At that time, he saw a pair of men and horses protecting the person inside, and the person inside was a pregnant woman.

He had never seen such a big belly.

The woman lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and screaming.

Bulletproof glass blocked and protected her.

The humans outside held guns and attacked the zombie group to protect her.

Her breath is very special.

The big zombie was a little curious, and mixed in with the crowd of zombies, he didn't do anything or stop him.

Looking straight at the pregnant woman.

The humans outside were bitten to death.

The woman with a big belly was bitten on the hand, covered her hands and screamed.The big zombie roared to stop the attack.

He stood behind the bulletproof glass and looked straight at the pregnant woman, wondering what she was doing.

Until the woman squeezed out a small head, gave up giving birth, and died of discouragement.

One more person's breath.

Curious, he pushed aside the shield, squatted down, and pulled out the child from under the woman's skirt.

This child is dust.

"Didn't kill your mother. Kill, kill--" The big zombie didn't dare to think about it, he was worried that Fu Chen would leave again.

In retrospect, I found out: He killed Fu Chen.Because of him, Fu Chen became a zombie and his child.

"What?" Fuchen asked.

The big zombie paused for a moment, but still would not refuse, "I can kill you."

"Ah." Fuchen didn't care.Moving on to the first question, "Can't you reproduce asexually? Why not have one yourself?"

The big zombie replied: "Female."

Only females can reproduce asexually.

Fuchen dangled his feet and continued to ask, "Will you raise another child?"

The big zombie was silent.

He didn't think about it.

It was like he never knew why Fuchen had so many problems.

"Speak and talk."

It is difficult for the big zombie's brain to deal with such hypothetical questions, so it can only answer honestly, "I don't know."

After asking questions along the way, I finally returned home.Seeing the books at home, Fuchen recalled what the outside world said.

"Your name is Liu Minzhi, and you are a famous person. Do you know that?"

Fuchen's eyes lit up, and he continued with various questions.

The big zombie was like a baby bear, standing in one place in a daze, with dull eyes, shaking his head at various questions.

"They talked a lot, saying that you are the last great scientist of mankind! They said that you are a genius boy!"

"Hey, they said you were only 22 years old when you died, and you were already a doctor!"

"I also said that you are a brain worm, and you know everything about the brain. The brain itself doesn't know, you know! You know how many times there are."

The big zombie shook his head and shook his head again.

He has no memory of his life.

I don't know who I am.

No need to know either.

"Hey." Frustrated, Fuchen sat on the stool, smashed his mouth, and wanted to drink milk.

The most memory in this room is milk.

Fuchen thought of milk tea, and immediately ran out to make it himself.

Regardless of her playfulness from time to time, the big zombie went to the room to clean up her room.

Or the princess bed.The pink suit remains unchanged.

Going back to the study, finding a suitable textbook, and waiting for Fu Chen to come back with a cup of instant milk tea, the big zombie stood by the desk, "Homework. Two hours of homework."

Fu Chen bit the straw, dazed.

It's homework again.

She hasn't done her homework for a long time.

The big zombie stood quietly beside the desk, not saying anything, not rushing or making trouble.

Often at this time, the temperless zombies also inexplicably have a bit of majesty.

Fuchen took a step back.

The big zombie stared at her leaving steps, stared straight at her, and said nothing.

Fuchen took another step back and stopped at the door.

one second.

With his feet still on the ground, he closed the door instantly, ran into his bedroom and closed the door.

sleep!

In the next minute, the sound of a big zombie reading in the study sounded outside the door.

The voice of the big zombie is not good.

The sound before going to bed is even more uncomfortable.

The three hundred poems were read as the feeling of "burning the piano and burning the material".

It can only be said that I am used to it, I am used to this low and dry voice.

Fuchen: "..."

She suppressed her temper, opened the door, and then opened the study door, "I don't read, are you going to read for two hours by yourself?"

The big zombie didn't speak.

Fuchen rolled his eyes.How can there be a child who doesn't do homework training for two hours, and the parents do it by themselves?
Walked over with strides, sat on the chair vacated by the big zombie, and read poems she didn't understand.

In front of the desk, surrounded by the big and small masters of the house.

The dust in the room appeared in the sunlight, rising and falling with the air current.

Fuchen read on patiently.

The big zombie understands the meaning, but does not understand the feelings, and swallows it whole when it understands the meaning.

"The rain hits the plantains and falls", "The lonely smoke in the desert is straight", there are only expressions, but no scenes.

The floating dust is all read as a story, listening to the meaning of the big zombie.He propped his head, propped his eyelids and listened vigorously.

When the two hours were up, Fuchen's hand fell down, and then his head fell on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

The big zombie stared at the floating dust, squatted down to pick it up, and walked to the bedroom.

Close the door, and finally look at the floating dust on the princess's bed, and exit.

Sitting at the table, staring into the empty darkness.

He doesn't need sleep.

No need for a bed.

That's fine.

Everything is as usual, the years are good.

(End of this chapter)