Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

When we went back upstairs, we saw that Dabai and Xiaoyu had already returned. They were sitting on the sofa with grandma, parents, and they didn’t know what they were talking about, but their expressions were probably related to what happened downstairs. There are relationships.

Xu Qiqi was originally sitting at the dining table and listening to them, but when I saw Xu Yiwen came back with me, she got up and walked towards the two of us, holding Xu Yiwen's hand and asking Xu Yiwen to go back to the house with her.

Xu Yiwen probably wanted to sit down and chat with everyone, but Qiqi was very persistent and helpless, he could only say hello to his parents, and the siblings turned and left.

After the two of them left, my parents asked me, "Where did you go all night?"

I didn't want them to know that I went to my grandmother's place, so I said haha: "Wandering around, staying at home is a bit bored."

As soon as Da Bai heard it, he immediately said: "It's not peaceful outside recently. Go out less often, so it's safer to stay at home."

I waved my hand and sat next to her: "It's okay, with Xu Yiwen, the two of us, don't worry."

After I finished speaking, the room was quiet for a few seconds, and I looked up at everyone in a puzzled circle, only to find that my mother was frowning and looking at me obviously a little unhappy.

I didn't know what I had done wrong, and suddenly made my mom upset, so I could only look at my dad in confusion.

Hearing my look for help, my dad immediately started to complete the round: "Oh, no matter how many people are, it's still not safe enough. Next time, I won't be allowed to do this. I walked for an afternoon without seeing a trace."

Dabai and Xiaoyu were tired for a day. After eating, they went back to the room to take a bath and rest. When I took a bath and was about to go back to the room, my mother who was cleaning up things in the kitchen with my grandmother suddenly came out and called me to stop.

Going to the balcony with my mother and closing the glass door behind her, my mother said to me: "Silently, do you know why my mother is looking for you?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, is it because I walked randomly?"

Upon hearing this, my mother sighed, "Silently, have you quarreled with Chen Ming recently?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you suddenly so close to Yiwen?"

Now I finally understood the reason why my mother's face was not good in the afternoon.

I couldn’t laugh or cry for a while before I said, “Oh my mother, where did you want to go? I’m friends with Xu Yiwen and we always get along like this. Wherever there is something close and far away, you also think about it. That's too much."

Before my mother could speak, I took it on myself again: "Mom, don't be like this, be a little too sensitive. How long have you known Xu Yiwen, why do you think so much?"

After a while, my mother sighed, "Mom doesn't know what's wrong with me."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a long time and sighed again: "Girl, I didn't ask you what I said today. I was confused by myself and I didn't know what was wrong with me." When the last sentence was repeated, my mother's voice trembled. Awesome.

I looked at my mother with some worry, and suddenly noticed at a glance, I don't know when, my mother's white hair has been hard to cover up, and it turned out to be mostly white before I knew it.

My heart suddenly became bitter. In the past year, all kinds of problems, coupled with the inexplicable but terrifying and serious illness I have had, almost devastated the torment of my parents and grandmother.

Even Tiantian is obviously not as lively and outgoing as before, and I have very little contact with him, and I feel very owed.

I have been silent for so long, and my mother has been looking into the distance, lying on the balcony railing and covering her face for a long while.

My mother was crying.

At this time, the glass door of the balcony was gently pushed open by his father. He glanced at his mother who was lying on the railing and covering her face, waved his hand at me and signaled to enter the house.

My throat was also sore, and tears rolled down uncontrollably when I turned around and entered the room.

My dad closed the door again after arriving on the balcony. Through the glass door, I saw my dad standing next to my mom, lit a cigarette and smoked silently, and neither of them spoke.

When I returned to the room, I found out that Chen Ming had already returned, leaning on the bed and looking at a thick stack of materials.

Hearing the sound of me opening the door, he looked up at me, noticed that I was crying, his face was startled, then put down the book in his hand and got up and walked towards me.

Without saying anything, he gently took me into his arms first.

The moment I approached his arms, I finally couldn't stop, buried my face in his shoulder and couldn't stop crying.

I brought it to my parents, and to my favorite person too much crying and helplessness. I shouldn’t be sick, shouldn’t always be pessimistic and out of control, shouldn’t always have problems like this, and shouldn’t be cowardly. I only knew hiding in Chen Ming's arms and crying.

The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for my parents. The dreams about my elder brother keep in my mind, and the scene where I just saw my mother's head full of black and white interlaced white hair, thin body, covering her face and crying.

My mother must have been suppressed for too long. During my illness, she and grandma almost cried and lost their eyes. When I woke up in the night, I heard her sobbing on the bed next to me.

My brother is dead. They can use me and Tiantian to persevere, but I am always so unwilling to bring them pain or pain.

Hugging Chen Ming tightly, I finally cried out, and almost twitched with choking: "Blame me! Blame me! Blame me!"

I don't know how many words I said.

Chen Ming just hugged me tightly, and when he reached out his hand to wipe my tears, I could feel the touch of his calloused fingers gently touching the corners of his eyes.

For a long time, I was tired of crying. He took me to the bed and sat in his arms, kissed my forehead and said softly, "Don't cry."

The doomsday is the doomsday. No matter how easy it seems to live in, people’s psychology is still different. Everyone is always worried about whether the security at this moment is safe. Over time, this worry has evolved into a kind of stubborn pressure. People will become quite vulnerable because of this.

I have been wandering outside for too long, this feeling is not strong.

But parents and grandmothers are very sensitive to this, and the long-term psychological pressure makes them very vulnerable compared to before.

I don't know when I fell asleep. After all, when I woke up the next day, the sky was still gray and it was still dark.

The time should be five or six o'clock in the morning.

The place next to him is vacant.

I lay down for a while and couldn't sleep at all, so I just got up and prepared to take my parents out for a walk today and stay with them.

As soon as I walked to the door and put my hand on the doorknob, I heard the voice of parents talking in the living room.

I don't know if my father said something, my mother said in a distressed tone: "She was crying?"

Dad said, "No, that kid is born with me, and when I see your appearance, can you not cry?"

My mother's tone suddenly blamed herself: "I shouldn't have said something inexplicable to her, the child just happened to be sick... I just..."

There was warmth in my heart, I adjusted the expression on my face, tugged at the corner of my mouth and gently opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, he saw Chen Ming sitting with his parents. He happened to be handing something to his father. He raised his face and saw me. The corner of his mouth gradually rose: "Wake up?"

Hearing that parents also looked towards the door.

I haven't recovered from Chen Ming's slow-motion smile, until my mother called me, I hurriedly walked to them.

After I came out, my parents stopped discussing what happened last night, and started chattering.

This talk will inevitably bring up the story of the girl who jumped off the building yesterday.

Speaking of this, I immediately grabbed Chen Ming and asked, "Do you know that? Our building is dead."

Chen Ming took a sip of tea and nodded, "Know some."

Hearing this, my mother hurriedly leaned over: "Quickly tell me what the situation is, why do I hear people say that it is an evil?"

I looked at my mother speechlessly: "Do you believe this too?"

Chen Ming grinned at his mother and said, "It's not that evil, she is infected."

After hearing this, I suddenly felt that compared to the previous speculations, the truth was a bit too simple: "That's it? So... she committed suicide because she knew she was infected?"

My mother probably feels similar to me: "Before that, there were rumors that she was wicked...like the truth."

I nodded: "I also heard that it was given to me... I jumped off the building if I couldn't figure it out,"

After Chen Ming went out, grandma and the others got up one after another. After we had breakfast, Dabai and Xiaoyu both rested today. A group of people are going to take advantage of the fine weather today and go for a walk.

Today, Sun Miao seems to be resting too. Together with the car left by Chen Ming, the two of us are just enough to carry so many people.

When I got on the bus, I suddenly remembered that I didn't take anything, and ran back upstairs to take something. When I went out, I saw the new girl who had cleaned up in the corridor.

She didn't seem to be in a good mood, and she didn't say hello as usual when she saw me.

I slowed down and stepped forward to try to speak: "Good morning."

It took a long time for the girl to return to her senses, and when she saw that I reluctantly smiled: "Good morning, Mrs. Chen."

I looked at her worriedly: "You don't look good, are you okay?"

"It's okay." She pulled off her coat: "It may be colder and colder today."

I looked suspiciously at the big sun outside the corridor window...

Turned around and ran into the room, took a piece of my down jacket and handed it to her: "Hey, if you don't dislike it, you wear it first."

The girl was taken aback: "How good is this..."

The people in two cars were waiting for me downstairs, and I put my clothes on her directly: "Don't be polite with me, put it on quickly."

When I turned and walked towards the elevator, the girl faintly thanked me, "Thank you."

I looked back and smiled and waved at her: "What are you polite? Everyone is so familiar."

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