Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The sky not far away was getting brighter and brighter, and soon Zhang Chunliang felt an indescribable stuffiness.

It was only six or seven in the morning, but the temperature had already risen to thirty-five degrees.

The others had long been accustomed to the abnormally high temperature and were busy moving their supplies onto the carts.

A few children ran away and searched carefully among the dry weeds.

They wanted to find some gopher holes or small insects. If that didn't work, they could try some wild grass roots. At least they could chew them out of some juice to quench their thirst.

“Duoduo, come back soon—” the woman shouted anxiously, “We’re almost leaving, don’t fall behind.”

Duoduo? Hearing the familiar name, Zhang Chunliang straightened his shoulders and subconsciously looked towards the grass.

He didn't see his big golden retriever.

One of the children who were looking for weeds held a handful of grass roots and walked towards the team reluctantly.

He walked with a limp and one of his eyes was covered with a thick white film.

"Mom, I found some sweetgrass roots." The child named Duoduo handed the grass to his mother obediently, "Try it, it will quench your thirst."

"What a good child..." someone muttered, "If there were nothing wrong with his eyes and legs, he would definitely be taken away by those people to enjoy a good life."

Zhang Chunliang's expression changed and he looked at the remaining children in the distance.

Every child had some problems, such as congenital mental retardation, ugly appearance, or stuttering. He looked for a long time and found that none of the children left in the team was completely normal.

Where are all the normal kids?

"What are you standing there for? It's your turn to push the wooden cart today. Don't think you can enjoy yourself just because you have a good brother!" The tall and thin young man couldn't stand Zhang Chunliang's idleness and pushed him.

Zhang Chunliang did not argue with him. He rubbed his shoulders, pondered the meaning of his words, and turned to walk towards the wooden cart that the young man pointed to.

He cannot have conflicts with others as it would be too obvious and would easily expose the fact that he knows nothing.

The team set off quickly.

People were wriggling slowly like a bloated, winding worm. Some were pulling heavy carts, sweating profusely; some were walking with bloated bags on their backs, looking numb; and some were sitting in the car, driving comfortably to their destination.

The tasks those people received were varied.

They might help people fan the air all day long, or chat to relieve boredom, and in return they could get two corn tortillas or a white bread every day, which was the most enviable task.

The most difficult part was pushing the cart. Dozens of men shouted slogans and pushed the broken truck desperately - because the area was remote, the team leader could not find tools to repair the truck, and could not abandon the goods inside, so he had to find someone to push the cart.

As time went by, the air became hotter and hotter, and the sun spewed flames like a fireball, as if it wanted to evaporate everything.

Zhang Chunliang's mouth was dry and his body was sweating, leaving a thin layer of white salt on his thin short-sleeved shirt.

He felt a little desperate and didn't dare to imagine what he smelled like now.

All communication props were disabled and there was no news from his teammates. They spent the whole morning walking 20 kilometers before they were allowed to rest for a while.

The men pushing the carts in front collapsed to the ground instantly, too tired to move, with only their chests rising and falling slightly.

The leader kicked a few people and found that they could not move. He then reluctantly went to get water and bread and distributed them to these dozens of people like alms.

Zhang Chunliang broke off a piece of the tortilla and swallowed it with mineral water.

The biscuit was very dry, with a faint smell of grain. It slid down the esophagus and was very scratchy in the throat. Zhang Chunliang swallowed two sips of water carefully to moisten his throat.

It's really hot. The temperature may have soared to 40 degrees.

The trees were dead and lying on the roadside. The few shaded spots were occupied by those at the front of the team, while those at the back could only suffer in the scorching sun.

It is impossible to move in such weather. Heatstroke is a small matter, but heatstroke is really beyond recovery.

The team leader asked everyone to rest on the spot for two hours.

But there are still some people who refuse to give up and walk towards the wasteland in the distance.

Trying to dig something to eat out of the ground.

Zhang Chunliang also followed, hoping to get some information from the lone person.

The grass stubble on the ground was less than half a finger high, and a large area of ​​it was dead.

People kept turning up the turf, trying to find something to eat under it, even if it was just insects.

The thicker grass roots did not escape their eyes.

Soon the turf was full of holes.

"Why are we suffering like this here?" Zhang Chunliang complained unintentionally, "It would be great if we could be like those kids..."

The man who was concentrating on looking for the grass roots heard his words and sneered: "It's not that there is no other way. Go die now and be reborn into a good family. Maybe you can let the people in the shelter take you away."

"If I take it away, I'm sure I can eat and drink well, right?" Zhang Chunliang looked at him suspiciously, "I don't think so..."

"That group of people needs children, but there aren't enough children. The people of Shuangshi Village won't allow us to enter the village, so we have to take good care of them." The weed puller interrupted him impatiently, "Can you shut up? You scared away all my field mice!"

Zhang Chunliang made a gesture of covering his mouth, and imitating the others, he pulled out a root the size of a ping-pong ball from the grass next to him.

He held up the small ball in surprise and looked at it carefully, which attracted the covetous eyes of the people around him.

"I just searched that area!" Someone immediately stood up and said in a very dissatisfied tone, "Why are you still following me to pick up leaks?"

"I just feel like this kid is acting weird today, always sneaking around...he's taken away all our good fortune."

"Yeah, he always asks me questions. I guess he's been trying to steal my resources for a long time!"

Just because Zhang Chunliang found a thick tuber, the group of people became extremely jealous and wanted to rush up to snatch it.

Zhang Chunliang took a step back and wisely gave way to everyone.

A group of people rushed forward and turned the grass where he was standing upside down.

Zhang Chunliang touched the root in his trouser pocket and walked towards the main force with difficulty on the bumpy grass.

There were holes one after another on the grass, which looked like huge pores on human skin, densely covering the entire grass.

Zhang Chunliang glanced downwards inadvertently and suddenly met the eyes of a huge eyeball that flashed by in the pit.

He paused, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

——There is something under the grass!

At this moment, he seemed to feel that there was an eye in every hole in the grass, spying on him stealthily.

He quickened his pace, ran out of the grass quickly, and stepped on the cracked concrete ground.

The hard ground gave him a sense of security, but also caused the people who were resting to look at him strangely.

The long-haired old man who had spoken to him in the morning asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Haven't you walked enough in the morning?"

"I want to go to the grass and find something to eat—" Zhang Chunliang organized his words and tried to alert them, "but I feel like there's something under the grass watching me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him looked at him even more strangely.

The long-haired old man looked at him with pity and shook his head gently: "You are sick and have hallucinations."

He pointed behind Zhang Chunliang and asked, "Tell me, where is the grass?"

Zhang Chunliang was stunned. He turned around and looked back, and found that the grass he had just run out of had disappeared. Only a bare, mottled, dry mud was left. There was no hole where he had just seen his eyes, and the few people who were fighting for the grass had disappeared without a trace.