My Rabbit "Mr"

Most of the buildings around here are empty, and occasionally there are houses with "for sale" signs, but the signs are already rusty, and it is obvious that no one has asked for a long time.

With the decrease of the population, most of the residents on the edge of the city moved to the city for convenience, leaving only empty ghost buildings.Some vagrants and modified races originally visited these places, but later, due to public security issues, the government sent police cars to patrol regularly, and the homeless and modified races who stayed here illegally moved to other places.

Ao Bing found a one-story building that had been abandoned for many years, skillfully manipulated the computer to unlock the door lock that had been in disrepair for a long time, then opened the door, took off his glasses, confirmed that there was no other heat source in the room, and walked in with Nezha .

"I'll spend the night here tonight, and I'll clean it up after dawn tomorrow." Ao Bing looked at the house with the light of the street.Most of the items had already been removed, leaving only a dusty sofa and some miscellaneous things in the hall.

Ao Bing dug out a windbreaker from his carry-on luggage, which was Yang Jian's at first glance, and spread it on the sofa. "You sleep here." He said to Nezha.

Nezha lay down obediently, and Ao Bing helped him cover his coat. "Good night." He touched Nezha's head protruding from his clothes.

"Huh?" Nezha moved inside, motioning for him to sleep next to him.

"I still have some things to deal with, you go to bed first." Ao Bing helped him tuck up his clothes, then picked up the computer and walked to the corner of the room, sitting on the ground.

Nezha soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, he saw Ao Bing reaching out to him with a gentle smile on his face.But when he reached out to touch him, Ao Bing's figure became more and more distant, and finally turned into dust and disappeared in front of him.

"Ao Bing! Ao Bing!" He kept screaming Ao Bing's name in his heart, but he couldn't make any sound when he opened his mouth. He could only watch him disappear.

"Do you hate him?"

"do you like him?"

"Do you hate him?"

"Do you love him?"

A voice kept asking himself.

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