The eldest brother's responsibility [Interstellar]

"However, I can leave some food supplement tablets for you. It is said that they are high-end products shipped from the first star field, which can perfectly replace food. I still have a lot of them, but after going to the fourth star field, there will be delicious food. , These pills will no longer be needed." The little girl said, and handed him a small bottle, "Although it can be worth a lot of money if you sell it, but it seems that you often play games with me and help us clean the yard. For your sake, I will give it to you."

He took it and looked at the palm-sized bottle.

"Don't look at it, it's enough for you to eat for at least a month. Well, understand, it's time for you to take a shower, and we'll leave this place in a few days."

He was about to answer something, but later realized that the "Dabai" was calling for a dog, so he shrank back to the corner and looked at the bottle of food supplement tablets in his hand.

"Thank you." After saying thank you, the girl had already walked away with the dog.

The high-tech products of the first star field are undoubtedly rare in such a place where the sun is not visible.

It is also the first time he has seen such a miraculous product, which can satisfy a month's food needs in less than the size of a palm.

After looking at the small bottle of potion again and again, he carefully put the bottle away.

As soon as the bottle was put away, the sky was gray and raindrops were falling.

Human beings have long been able to control most of the weather and temperature in the living area, such as the first star field, which is sunny all year round and spring like spring all year round, and occasionally rainy, but it is just a regulator in life.

Unlike here, because there is no artificial weather management, showers and strong winds are commonplace, and blizzards and extreme heat are not uncommon.

Soon, the needle-like raindrops turned into bean-sized raindrops.

He found an eave that could shelter from the rain, and tied up his long silver-white hair scattered around his shoulders with a rag wrapped around his wrist.

The rain is getting heavier.

Even hiding under the eaves, the body is inevitably soaked.

The smell of alcohol was suddenly mixed with the cold and damp smell of the rain.

He turned his head, only to see the figures of a few drunk strong men appearing at the entrance of the alley.

Oops.

He recognized these figures.

In this barren land, the law of the jungle is the rule, and these strong men are the strong eaters.

"Oh, I'm lucky today, I finally met this blue-eyed kitten again! It's so beautiful. It's just the right size for a six or seven-year-old, hahahahahaha."

"This white hair looks really soft, hey, come here, don't make me repeat it a second time."

He was willing to listen no matter what, regardless of the heavy rain, he spread his legs and went deep into the alley.

"Hey, don't run! Follow us to have a warm house, good food and warm clothes. We have everything you want, why run?"

"That's right, how can such a beautiful kitten stray? Follow us, do you want anything? Even if you don't have one, I'll grab it for you."

The obscene laughter echoed for a long time behind him.

Even if he didn't understand the deep meaning of this "little cat", he could still feel that it was not a good word.

Running to the depths of the alley, looking at the dead end in front of him, he fell silent.

back...

Looking back, three or four elongated oblique shadows appeared on the ground at the entrance of the alley.

In a panic, a strong force suddenly pulled him from the old door that was half-hidden on the left.

He staggered and fell in defenselessly.

Behind the concealed door was a dry room. Although it was simple, it was surprisingly clean. There were some medicine bottles and books neatly placed on the cabinet by the wall.

In the middle, a brazier is emitting heat.

He got up from the ground and looked at the person who pulled him in.

Because of his thin body, he looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old, but his actual age may be slightly older.Short brown hair, fair and clean skin, although the clothes on his body are washed to white, but the style is unexpectedly novel, and the fabric is not like the sackcloth that can be seen everywhere.

"Thank you, thank you..." After watching for a while, he remembered to thank him.

The young man ignored him, walked straight to the door, kicked open the precarious wooden door, and shouted, "I said, what are you doing in front of my door? I didn't even have a guard dog after thinking about it?"

When the drunk man in the rain outside saw the brown-haired boy, he immediately smiled apologetically, "Hey little doctor, I just saw a kitten running here—"

"What about cats and dogs? I hate those furry things the most. I strangle them to death once. If you want to come to my place to buy medicine in the future, get out of here."

"Let's go. The little doctor told us to get out."

"Tsk, it's so boring..."

"...Forget it, anyway, the kitten living here will be caught by us sooner or later."

"..."

The footsteps of the drunks gradually faded away, and he relaxed a little.

"Thank you." He was afraid that the boy would not hear, so he thanked again, "Thank you for saving me."

"Yeah." The boy's reaction was very cold.

"Thank you," he repeated.

"I'll hear it once you say it once. Don't repeat it." The young man roared impatiently. After finishing his roar, he sat by the brazier and curled up.

After he settled down, he realized that the boy's face was flushed, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he seemed not feeling well.

Those drunks called him "little doctor" just now, so doctors can get sick, he couldn't help thinking.

"……Are you OK?"

juvenile:"……"

He was a little bolder, and crawled towards the edge of the brazier, "Thank you for saving me, if there is anything I can do for you—"

"I told you not to repeat the word 'thank you' again, are you bothered?"

"..."

After the boy yelled, he said in a low voice, "Forget it. Sit here and dry your clothes, and then say thank you for killing you."

He didn't speak, just sat silently by the brazier, roasting his soaked clothes.

With the temperature of the flame, the wet silver-white hair quickly dried again, and the light color was as beautiful as silk.

The sound of the rain outside was still loud, which contrasted sharply with the warm interior.

In the azure blue eyes, the light of fire was shining, flickering.

"What's your name?" The boy asked, looking at his small body.

"I don't know. They call me Dabai."

"Dabai? Isn't that the name of the hotel owner's dog? That's right. I've seen you. You seem to have worked in the hotel before. But the hotel is moving now."

"Well. I share the same name with that dog." He nodded seriously, "But I have a name, but I don't know how to pronounce it. Show it to passengers who can read, and they say it's written in military runes. Yes, so it is difficult to recognize what the corresponding word is."

Boy: "What does it look like? Let me see."

He took out a metal sign from his pocket and handed it over carefully.

The teenager took it, "Name, Cen Xing. This piece of metal is a product of the No.11 star field. It should be the identity card given to you by the hospital to distinguish you from other babies when your parents left you when you were born. It is used for military use. The purpose of the rune to record the name is to make it easy for doctors and nurses to see."

Cen Xing was dumbfounded.

Although I don't know how the other party saw it, it sounds very powerful.

He was even more impressed by this savior.

"How do you recognize these ghostly characters?"

"It's not called a ghost painting talisman, it's called a military rune." The young man corrected, "It's a long story, but I just know it anyway. Why do you ask these?"

Cen Xing shook his head.

Anyway, if the other party doesn't say anything, it won't affect his worship.

"By the way, did the 'little cat' those people mentioned just now refer to you?"

"It seems to be." Cen Xing nodded ignorantly, "When I met them several times, they would arrest me and say they would give me a warm environment and delicious food, but I don't believe it."

"It's right if you don't believe me, it means you're not stupid." The young man snorted contemptuously. After humming, he tried to restrain his emotions, "Do you know what they arrested you for?"

Cen Xing paused, "Kill me?"

"wrong."

Just as Cen Xing was about to speak, his face suddenly became hot.

I saw the boy dipped his hands in carbon dust and wiped it on his face.

He didn't dare to resist, subconsciously, he felt that this person would not hurt him.

The young man repeatedly confirmed that he had wiped his face black, and then he said, "It seems that you are very lucky to be so good-looking. Living in this kind of place, you have not suffered any substantial harm. A beautiful person like you Children, they will not kill you, they will only make your life worse than death. Remember to smear your face with ashes when you go out."

Cen Xing seemed to understand and nodded.

He didn't know what the other party meant by "injury", but from the tone of his voice, it was definitely not a simple injury like being frozen, starved or beaten.He has lived here as long as he can remember, and being hungry and cold has long been normal, and it is not a harm at all.

"Cough, cough, cough." The boy curled up next to the brazier, coughed twice, breathing heavily.

In silence, Cen Xing asked cautiously, "What's your name?"

"They call me Ami, or little doctor...cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..." After the young man finished speaking, he buried his head again, "Go, help me get the medicine on the table."

Cen Xing nodded.

The other party saved his life, he should run errands.

The injection on the table has no label, just a tube of light blue liquid medicine.

He watched the boy slowly inject the injection into the skin near the back of his neck, and the blush on his face seemed to fade a little.

"You obeyed. That's right, I saved you for nothing." The young man murmured.

"Is this antipyretic?" Cen Xing asked cautiously.

"Inhibitors. The generic drugs I have mixed out by myself are not very stable."

"Ah?" Cen Xing scratched his head hearing this unfamiliar term, "A chicken?"

"...Don't ask so many children. After the rain stops, help me go to the West Street District to get some bread and jerky. I need fine-grained bread and venison jerky. I need food. Done well, this room in the future You have access too, I need someone to run errands for me."

Cen Xing glanced at the torrential rain outside.

"Of course, if you would rather sleep on the street than help me, you can get out now. Go to sleep." After finishing speaking, the boy lay down by the brazier, pulled the thin blanket next to him, and kept his body temperature curled up.

Cen Xing didn't speak.

The hotel owner has moved his family and his shelter is gone.

Now here is his best option.

The environment is dry, and there is an elderly man who can read and understand medicine, who seems to have little prestige in this neighborhood.

While the boy was asleep, Cen Xing looked at the food supply tablet left by the hotel owner's daughter.

No, for the time being, I can't completely trust this boy, and I can't let him know that I have high-end food in my hands.

Cen Xing thought about it, but carefully put away the supply tablets.

It's still raining outside.

The charcoal fire was almost finished, and Cen Xing finished adding charcoal, and was sitting by the basin to enjoy the fire, when he saw the boy's arms curled up in the blanket unconsciously exposed, and his shoulders were left to dry in the cold air.

It will be worse if you catch a cold while you have a fever, right?

Cen Xing watched for a while, and finally decided to go forward and help the other party cover the quilt.

The hand just touched the fabric on the shoulder.

Suddenly, the sleeping boy jumped up and slapped him with his backhand.

Cen Xing hid quickly and was not hit in the face, but was still thrown to the ground.

He sat up in a daze, and looked at the young man with fierce eyes.

"I want to cover you with a blanket..." Cen Xing's voice was very low.

The boy growled viciously in a low voice, "No matter what your purpose is, don't touch me. I hate people touching me the most."