Sentinel is not good

Yin Sheng walked on this sandy ground. This is not a mobile base. He doesn't have to stand by at any time, and he can take a break occasionally.It’s just that everything in the desert is unfamiliar to him. What he is used to is steel, the tall buildings in the mobile city, the streets with people coming and going, and the wind that smells of rust every day.

The city has a fully enclosed dome. When there is no violent storm, the top is open. The desert wind blows through hundreds of metal facilities, and he smells it, and it has been contaminated with the smell of metal.

He and his friends have been running wildly on the streets paved with metal floors since they were young, happily imagining that when they grow up, they will take risks in the desert and become the greatest sentinel or guide.

And in the education he received since he was a child, the desert is the most weird and unpredictable dangerous place in the world.In order to avoid the violent storm, the refugees will constantly move and borrow a large number of underground bunkers. It is happiness to live in a mobile city.

It is indeed very happy, the food is distributed, the school is arranged, every family has its own house, and everyone has a job.Yin Sheng's home is on the thirteenth floor, but he and his brother often sneak up to the top floor of the sixtieth floor to see the tallest buildings in the mobile city.

They are too tall to be created by humans, and the people living inside are the top layer that decides to move the city's various affairs.

Every child enters school from the age of six, and must enter the military academy at the age of 12. The teachers tell them that the desert means barbarism, and the city means civilization.

But Yin Sheng sometimes wants to explore what the world was like two centuries ago, when the autobiographical time of the earth was still 24 hours.He has seen the images stored in the library. At that time, there were beautiful buildings all over the world, green plants and rivers in cities, countless mountains and forests, and the temperature difference between day and night was not so great that people would freeze to death.

Now that he's in the desert, he doesn't know how to describe the life of a refugee, which is... different from what the teachers said.

"Sir, are you really willing to go back with me?" He still couldn't believe it completely, worried that Zhou Yun would regret it halfway. S-level guides can kill with mental power.

"What I promised will definitely be fulfilled." Zhou Yun was still shirtless, sweat and sand stuck to his smooth arm muscles, and when he spoke forcefully, his lips moved the muscles on the edge of his jaw, but this image really fits His status and status are incompatible.

"You won't run away on the way back, will you?" Yin Sheng asked, which made him feel weird.Zhou Yun has already escaped, as long as he doesn't use large doses of guideline in this life, he can hide among the refugees, and it will be very difficult to find him.

But he exposed his position.

"Escape?" Zhou Yun smiled, laughing that Yin Sheng was still too young, "You are very inexperienced, Sentinel."

Yin Sheng didn't know how to respond, so he smiled ashamedly. "Yes, I have only practiced in a simulator before, and I have been on the battlefield in a simulated environment. Chief Chi Shu also said that I have no experience. He should be a sentinel who likes maturity."

"Chi Shu?" Zhou Yun didn't understand what he suddenly mentioned about that person. That person's spiritual power was stronger than his own, indestructible, and difficult to deal with. "If you stand in front of me today, the person who will escort me back is Chi Shu." , he would never ask such a stupid question."

Yin Sheng looked at Zhou Yun in puzzlement.

"He will tell me directly that he will find someone to protect the safety of the camp." Zhou Yun said that he was too aware of Chi Shu's unscrupulous methods.

Yin Sheng was stunned for a moment, and heard the voice behind the words.He never thought that such a gentle person would threaten Zhou Yun with the life of the entire camp.

"You don't understand his behavior and means of action." Zhou Yun said, also reminding him, "It's not a good thing for sentries and guides to approach."

"But..." Yin Sheng looked in the direction of the tent, "But why did you..."

Zhou Yun also looked at the tent, which was the home of himself and Qian.In the small tent are their water bottles, clothes, blankets, and the newly born wolves.

"There are many things you shouldn't ask." Zhou Yun couldn't explain too much, his eyes patrolled the edge of the camp like a wolf, revealing the danger of being wild and unruly, "Now you can go."

This kind of look is strange to Yin Sheng. He has seen Zhou Yun leading troops to the battlefield, he has seen him want to kill himself, and he has seen the loneliness of him standing on the edge of the camp waiting for Song to come back. A look of hatred.Yin Sheng thought that he was not very good at observing words and expressions, but now he saw the existence of hatred.

It can be seen that this hatred is so strong that Zhou Yun can't hide it.

But what is Chief Zhou Yun hating?Hate the base so that he and Song Jian had to separate, or hate Chief Chi Shu?Yin Sheng didn't know about this. "Okay, I will leave and bring the team back tomorrow night to welcome you back on behalf of Mobile Base No. 086." Yin Sheng took a few steps back, "Sir, I have one more thing to ask you."

"Say." Zhou Yun had already turned around.

"Why did you attack me? Why did you want to kill me when I helped Song Jian escape?" The thing Yin Sheng didn't understand the most was this, "Li Han told me that you couldn't do it to him and Song Jian that day." Strengthen, you want to prevent them from attacking the camp of the unawakened, why?"

Zhou Yun didn't turn around, his back was about to be hidden in the darkness, followed by a long silence.

He couldn't answer that question because he didn't even know it himself.

"Why do you want to protect the unawakened?" Yin Sheng asked behind him, "Why?"

"I haven't figured out the specific reason yet, so I have no comment." Zhou Yun turned half of his face and said, there was a light on the highest bridge of the nose on his face, "Tomorrow night, pick me up after it's completely dark."

Seeing that he couldn't find anything to ask, Yin Sheng kept his mouth shut. "Yes, sir."

In the small tent, Song Jian was waiting for his brother to come back.Because of the hunting of the wolves, they have no shortage of food for the time being, and they have slices of meat waiting to be grilled and big bones that can be used for soup.He split the bone and left the marrow-filled stick bone, ready to send it to Miss Xiaoling.

Such a big event has happened in the camp, everyone has to contribute, and the big guys work together to find a way to get through the difficulty.Before my brother came back, Song Jian picked up a woven basket at the edge of the camp. Although there was a big hole in the bottom of the basket, he packed it with clothes and it was still usable.

When he picked it up, he remembered that when he was a child, his brother picked him up like this.When I was a child, I was very difficult to raise, my eyesight was almost non-existent, and I was disobedient, talking too much, yelling every day, which annoyed Brother Little Wolf to death.

Now he put the big bones in a basket and carried them to find Zhang Ling and Xiao Yi, but he didn't want to meet Zhang Mu who was helping others carry the wood.

"Song Jian?" The light here was dim, and Zhang Mu recognized it with his good eyesight. "Why did you come out? Go back and have a rest. I'll let Xiaoyi see you later."

"No, I'm fine, I'm not injured at all." Song Jian stood next to them, surrounded by homes waiting to be rebuilt, "There are so many wounded in the camp, Xiao Yi has been busy enough, don't come to see me... This, this is just for you."

Zhang Mu put down the wood and took a sip of water. Although he was injured, fortunately he has been strong these years. "What is this?" He opened it and saw that it was all chopped up bones.

Several of them still have small pits bitten by wolf teeth.

"To make up for Miss Xiao Ling." Song Jian was afraid that he would not want it, "The wolf took a bite, just one bite, and didn't eat it. I snatched it from the wolf's mouth, and it wasn't dirty."

"What's dirty at this time, wolves can eat it, why can't humans?" Zhang Mu quickly accepted it, and it was rare to be polite, "Oh, I was worrying about getting her something, these are all good , I will cook the soup at night and send you some bowls."

"Don't give it to me, I don't need it. Go back first and take good care of Miss Xiaoling and the children. I'll see them tomorrow." Song Jian turned around and ran away, fearing that Zhang Mu would catch up with him and return the bone. .He managed to contribute to the camp, but he could no longer enjoy Zhang Mu's care.

When he ran back to his tent, Zhou Yun had already returned and was lighting up the bonfire.

"Brother, I just sent bones to Miss Xiaoling." Song Jian didn't ask any more questions, squatted down beside him, with his arms resting on his knees, staring at the piece of meat in the flames in a daze.

"She needs to be mended." Seeing that he didn't ask, Zhou Yun didn't say much, but just cut up the meat and gave half of it to Song Jian.

"I told Zhang Mu that we will go to see her together tomorrow." Song Jian suddenly laughed and grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist, "Brother, let's go to see her every day from now on, a child is similar to a wolf cub, as long as you drink The milk grows fast. Look at the fluffy ones in our tent, they all know how to hug my breasts to find milk." As he spoke, Song Jian grabbed the position where the cubs often arched, and tried to squeeze it. squeeze.

No, not a drop.

"You don't have milk, stop making trouble." Zhou Yun cut a piece of meat and fed it into Song Jian's mouth with his own hands. This time, he asked Song Jian to eat first.Song Jian held the meat in his mouth, but he didn't let go of Zhou Yun's fingers. His tongue curled around Brother Little Wolf's fingertips a few times before he reluctantly let go.

"Brother, I don't know how to name names." Song Jian said again, chewing in small bites, "you should start. I don't think it's good for Xiaoyi to say that he picks words from the book. You The best name is…”

"I can't either." Zhou Yun said, Song Jian was still squeezing tirelessly, as if playing, he took Song Jian's hand away and continued to hand him the meat, "Actually...the name is not necessary. "

"Yes, of course." Song Jian smiled at his brother, with a starry sky above his head, "Look at the name you gave me. I would not be able to live, but you changed my name, and I will live." Already. Brother, let’s go see them tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, let’s name them together.”

"Okay." Zhou Yun nodded, looking up at the dark blue sky.

"Then next week, let's help Zhang Mu rebuild the edge of the camp together." Song Jian didn't seem to be enough, his eyes never left Zhou Yun, the surrounding was so dark, they hugged in the brightest place, "The edge of the camp is the most important thing, they There is not enough manpower, we can help them get it done within a month."

"Okay." Zhou Yun patted Song Jian on the back.

"A month later, the cubs will grow up too, let's take them out to play." Song Jian happily shook Zhou Yun's body, sniffing for a moment, "Two months later, sister Xiaoling's child It's too big, let's help her take the children out and take them to bask in the sun."

"Okay." Zhou Yun contracted the muscles of his forearm, and the skin of the two portraits grew together, which could no longer be torn apart.

"In case the wind blows after three months, let's move the camp and take them with us." Song Jian put his face on Zhou Yun's shoulder with a smile, and the bonfire reflected their faces and bodies for a while. Bright for a while, "Then we watched the camp grow bigger, watched Xiaoling's children grow up, and kept watching them."

Zhou Yun's hand passed through Song Jian's armpit, kissed Song Jian's earlobe, and wrapped his arms around his lower back. "good."

Not far from the bonfire, a golden-eyed black mamba is circling Xiaodiu, who doesn't understand anything, and is reluctant to touch its snout.

The author has something to say: Zhang Ling's daughters: We don't want Brother Xiaojian to name him!