Jia Zheng Wucai in the Red Chamber

The sound of crutches sounded, and the young security guard, who was originally a little relieved because of the summer heat, had a solemn face, straightened his back, and looked at the person coming.The visitor was full of white hair. Although he looked energetic and walked like flying with a cane, his gray complexion was sickly.After seeing who came, the face of the security guard revealed fanatical admiration, and his heart couldn't help beating.

He begged to feed the zombies, and finally persuaded his father to let him go through the back door, and arranged a chance to have a close contact with the male god! !

Jia Zheng leaned on crutches, and his steps could not be said to be brisk, but every step he took was extremely calm.He wanted to go out to watch the National Football Cup, and even wanted to play for a while, but unfortunately... Jia Zheng shook his head, looked at the city wall surrounded by a huge protective screen, and sighed that today's young people don't understand the pain of fans in their era .

But as an old man who has gone through the doomsday, it is still easy to escape the protection of his disciples and grandchildren.

Walking unimpeded all the way, Jia Zheng felt that he was breathing the air purified by the cleaning machine, and also smelled a natural taste of freedom.But as soon as he got to the monitoring door, before he could swipe his exit pass, a pair of hands blocked the way.

Jia Zheng was stunned, looked down at the shiny security uniform worn by the owner of the little hand, and murmured to himself in some astonishment: "Could it be that you got sick once and developed dementia?" But there are still child protection policies. Now that the apocalypse is over and the era of peace is approaching, children are held in the palm of their hands like the top ones.

"Zheng...Marshal Zheng, can you sign for me, okay?" The security guard said excitedly: "The three founding marshals of the Federation, I like you the most. Survive in the tide of zombies. The first team in history created by so-called waste A team of mercenaries with extraordinary talents, protecting the Z-shaped small base with iron fists..." As he spoke, the security guard slipped away, gasping for breath, and when he was about to talk next, he looked at the male god in sports equipment in astonishment , quickly stuffed his hand into his pocket, took out the communicator, and with a serious face, he threatened in a milky voice: "You are sick, you have to take a good rest, don't sneak out to play, or I will tell my dad to go!"

Jia Zheng: "..."

"Marshal," the security guard blinked his watery eyes, and coquettishly said in a cute and elongated tone, "Go back and drink your medicine, and I'll give you the colorful bubble gum my dad gave me!"

Looking at the child whose legs were not as long as his own, Jia Zheng ignored the innocent eyes in front of him, secretly suspicious: Is this an enemy or a friend?

Being cautious, or suspicious, is the most important factor for him to survive the doomsday.

After all, this is an experience that has been exchanged for blood again and again.

What's more, the doubts are obvious now.

The senior sanatorium he was in had excellent medical facilities and a quiet environment, but he was also notoriously strict with his mouth.I chose this place to complete my last journey, because I don't want to be disturbed by the outside world, or I don't want to fight for power even to death.

But the little security guard in front of him, who hadn't even grown hair yet, revealed his identity by talking about a marshal.

"Whose family are you a child?" Jia Zheng stepped back a few steps, pressed his hand on the hinge of the crutch, and asked kindly.

"My father is Bu Zhengqing! My bracelet number is 23." After the security guard replied, he was stunned, and then scratched his head embarrassedly: "Marshal, I have memorized the words needed to fight against abduction, sorry."

"Ah."

"Can you sign for me? I like you so much. I used a hunger strike to threaten other security uncles, so I was transferred to your neighborhood reads;!"

Jia Zheng didn't say much, and secretly sent a message, Chaobu Zhengqing, his attending physician and part-time director of Aiqi Sanatorium asked why.

Bu Zhengqing replied calmly: "Bu Xiong, my son, you should know that he is a bear just by hearing his name. But a bear child can treat an old child with poison, and it is specially prepared for you."

Looking down at Bu Xiong with sparkling eyes, the corners of Jia Zheng's mouth twitched, silently thinking about what would happen to Xiong Fangfang.

But when I think that I am almost a hundred years old, I have been a carefree successor of socialism, faced the tide of unemployment after graduation, and devoted myself to the glory days of fighting zombies, even if I am old and famous, it is not easy The face of the child lets go of himself.

Struggling to sneak out to watch a football game or something, it doesn't suit his leisurely old style of retired cadres.

As soon as the thought passed by, Jia Zheng caught a glimpse of the apprentice striding forward out of the corner of his eye, with the corner of his mouth twitched, and he took Bu Xiong's little hand and walked into the ward, and couldn't help but murmur while walking: "Your father is said to be only nine feet tall, How did you choose this name for you? Grandpa will sign it for you later, so I’m too embarrassed to write it.” Since he walks upright, he doesn’t doubt whether he employs people or ignores others, and he naturally loves the white and tender little security guard in front of him.

Bu Xiong sighed: "Hey, who told him that his luck was bad and his life was too bad. He was eaten by zombies when he just started school. I really want to give him a loving hug."

Jia Zheng: "..."

It's really not bear at all, and it's really... nostalgic.

I miss the innocent childishness of that day, just like them, just like them in the past, they who have not experienced the human zombies brought by the doomsday.

And really lucky.

Let him, an old immortal who stepped into the coffin, see the children born in the peaceful age and re-bathed with positive energy. After seeing them, he will probably be relieved, and he will be relieved that the comrades he killed in the doomsday are not wrong.

Because, the war is over, even though the people's hearts are sinister, order will be established, and there will be laws to deter evil thoughts.

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The deafening sound of firecrackers, the sound of suona, and the sound of footsteps rang into an annoying alarm. Jia Zheng frowned and stood up, but the moment his body straightened, he subconsciously pressed the palm of his left hand, posing Fighting stance.

There are three doubts at the moment: First, it is impossible for the nursing home to have firecrackers, and even before the end of the day, he rarely heard of firecrackers.At that time, the city had already promulgated relevant administrative regulations prohibiting the setting off of fireworks.

Second, as a wood-type ability, he is the most useless ability in the early days of the doomsday, but no matter what, this ability traverses the end of the doomsday with a fresh air.Therefore, he has a keen sense of smell all the time and remembers the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.Compared with the air purified by technology, the water vapor in the air is so pure.

Thirdly, and most importantly, he remembered that he watched his heartbeat disappear bit by bit, and then he closed his eyes contentedly.

He is dead, so he doesn't have to tense up all the time, lest a villain stab a knife in his back.

After he died, he didn't need to worry about how to establish a new order. After experiencing the doomsday, they still needed to have sympathy for the weak.

Of course, when he dies, all the inheritance will be donated, and there is no need to worry about unfilial children and grandchildren who will ruin the family business.

Uh...he has no descendants, only three apprentices.

Then there is no need to worry about the so-called not worrying about inequality.

So, who brought him back?

Jia Zheng opened his eyes calmly, and carefully observed the antique buildings around him, full of horrified reads;.

"My lord, this servant is here to help you change your clothes."

"En." Jia Zheng nodded expressionlessly. He hasn't figured out the reason yet, so it's best to stay still.

Allowing the servant girl to serve him, Jia Zheng paid attention to the decoration of the room.

The Babu bed, the "Gentlemen's Picture" hanging on the wall, the incense burner on the table... After scanning them one by one, they are all high-quality goods.Some even he didn't know what they were at all, but looking at the surface, they were exquisitely crafted and inlaid with gemstones, so they should be worth a lot.

"Master, Miss Min is getting married today, and the old lady specially ordered that it be more festive. You might as well wear this purple cloak, how about it?"

Jia Zheng glanced at the cloak, only to find that it was extremely delicate, but he couldn't find any adjectives.In the apocalypse, it's nice to have a piece of clothing to wear.

Dressed up and groomed by a group of little maids like a puppet, Jia Zheng sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the face in the mirror, only feeling strange, and some absurd thoughts rushed in his heart.

There will be a doomsday, so rebirth time travel is not a strange thing compared to it.

However, judging by the fact that he was on Jinjiang Jidian and other websites in the past, these lucky people probably had obsessions before they died. strength.

Therefore, it is completely unnecessary for him to travel through and occupy other people's bodies.

Before he died, he was considered a winner in life, even decades ago, he slapped away those who slandered him, bullied him, humiliated him, laughed at him, belittled him, belittled him, hated him, and lied to him one by one.

It's really back to before liberation.

Taking a deep breath, Jia Zheng reassured himself that if he came, he would be safe.Looking at the oval face with a beard in the bronze mirror, not to mention the facial features matching the shape of the face, he is still a little handsome, and the mustache that he has just kept, Jia Zheng can't help feeling flustered. "It's not his daughter, is it?

With a daughter, I'm afraid there will be a daughter-in-law too, right?

Frozen by his own speculation, Jia Zheng took the cup of mouthwash, then silently looked at the place where the joy was played, frowned pretending to be deep, and sighed: "Min'er is getting married today, and she is also married." I don't know how her family will treat her in the future."

"Nature is excellent."

The maids came forward one after another and said some pleasant words: "Who doesn't know that my uncle is a good-looking talent and a high school student. Not only has a bright future, but he is also extraordinarily filial."

"This marriage was made when the old Duke was alive. My uncle dares to treat Miss Min badly, and the old lady will be the first to spare him!"

Jia Zheng's brows gradually relaxed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he secretly said: "Duke!" knighthood.

However, Jia Zheng hadn't thought about why he would occupy a son of an incomparable son of a wealthy country for no reason. The reality here made him understand that he had lived through the doomsday in vain, and even the simplest intelligence reasoning would be wrong.

It's really dementia, the one who is called the master is not necessarily the head of the family!A veritable homeowner.

Jia Zheng stared blankly at the maidservants leaning over to the mobile red envelope that broke into the house, Rourou called: "Master!"

Then he looked at the red envelope of the mobile master and pointed at "his" nose and said angrily: "Jia Zheng and Jia Zhou Zhou, where the hell did you find the doormen? You can’t even stop one of the groomsmen who come!”

Jia Zheng said dumbly, "Lin Ruhai?"

God, I want to go back and fight zombies!