"The child is fine." The thin, dark man wearing glasses smiled sincerely, giving people a sense of reliability.
He patted his chest and made a promise: "We, the couple, will definitely raise Xiaohua as our biological child."
The woman in plain clothes beside him also held Lang Hua in her arms and looked like she couldn't put it down. This tender look on the verge of tears is quite in line with Lang Hua's expectations for the role of a mother when he was a child.
Lang Hua's heart also trembled. But he immediately clenched his fists and hardened his heart. If possible, he would rather not deceive this kind couple.
But he must do it.
You will need yourself in future battles, and your comrades will need you. He had to make a difference, he had to make himself useful.
In his opinion, he should be more than just Lang Hua.
It should be a bullet, a sharp blade, or any other useful tool.
For this ultimate goal, he can be more cruel to himself, and he can be more cruel to anyone.
Humans are very funny animals, they always regret after losing something.
He couldn't see those people dying again, even if it hurt the people in front of him, even if it hurt innocent people.
Even if it means doing whatever it takes.
"I'm sorry..." he said softly in his heart.
Lang Hua looked up after a moment and smiled sweetly: "Hello, Uncle Yang, hello Aunt Li."
"Hey, good boy, good."
The bald dean looked uninterested: "Okay, okay, if you're sure, just fill out this document. A return visit will be arranged in the backyard in one month."
"Okay, okay, Dean Gao."
Lang Hua has the vision of two lifetimes and thirteen years of experience in the last days. Playing a kid who is loved by everyone is really easy. Coupled with careful preparation several days in advance, he easily captured the love of the Yangs and his wife and became eligible for adoption.
Everything is still under Lang Hua's control.
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Public welfare buildings like the Shashi Orphanage are often set up in suburbs, and the Yang family's residence in Shashi is only a 40-minute drive away.
It was not difficult for Lang Hua to play the role of a child who came to the city for the first time along the way, but it was extremely boring.
Dozens of minutes later, the car drove into a residential area, drove around and finally stopped.
"Xiaohua, we are home."
Lang Hua paid attention to the surrounding layout, which was a simple three rooms and one living room. The furnishings in the room are clean and tidy, making it a relatively comfortable environment.
At this time, he showed a hint of excitement and embarrassment at the right time, which made his adoptive mother Li Liping burst into tears.
After a while of caring, Lang Hua expressed that he was a little tired and took the opportunity to go to the bedroom and get a chance to be alone.
Orphanages often conduct routine surveys on adopters in advance.
From the previously stolen information, Lang Hua learned that his adoptive father Yang Bensheng was a local and worked as an engineer in a company after graduating with a master's degree in engineering. Later, there were conflicts with other units on the project, so I broke away and went it alone. Now he runs a small construction company and also does building materials business.
Due to the nature of his work, Uncle Yang travels on business trips all year round. This time, he put aside his business and returned to Shashi because he wanted to adopt Lang Hua. According to his schedule, he will stay at home for a month to spend time with his family.
Compared with Yang Bensheng, who is upright and steady, his adoptive mother Li Liping has a gentle and gentle temperament and is now the chief physician of the Department of Surgery at Shashi People's Hospital. The couple had known each other since they were young. Although they had no children after many years of marriage, there was no rift in their relationship. It was at the beginning of this year that they decided to adopt a child from the Shashi Orphanage.
Lang Hua lay on his back on the bed, sorting out the information he had obtained in his mind.
At this time of uncertainty, any record made with pen and paper carries the risk of exposure.
And he couldn't afford any risks.
A wave of sleepiness came over him, and the young man slowly fell asleep.
After all, his actions last night also consumed a lot of his energy.
Even for Lang Hua, it is not that easy to force those orphans to give up their qualifications for adoption.
In order to escape from that devil's cave, who would be a fool with such a good opportunity?
It's time to stretch your muscles a bit.
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Fingertips skillfully tapped on the keyboard, and with the last carriage return, the work came to an end. Lang Hua clicked send and flexed his sore fingers.
"This is the hundredth article. Should we find someone else to do it? The workload is a bit heavy."
Two months have passed since Lang Hua arrived at his new home.
After Lang Hua deliberately revealed his envy of other children owning computers, he easily obtained the laptop in front of him, which was a model that Uncle Yang had eliminated in his early years.
Lang Hua then created a new account "Sirius" and began to edit many posts, preparing to send them to major website forums.
But unlike last time, this time, in addition to all the words about the truth of the apocalypse, he focused on post-disaster survival, reserve prevention and self-defense techniques. Basically, they were practical survival skills and early warning calls.
Lang Hua is no longer obsessed with revealing the truth. He has sobered up a lot after the last failure and blow. But he still decided to do it. He only hoped that this would leave more fire for mankind.
Everyone will be the most important resource in the apocalypse.
And as the cataclysm progresses, the importance of population will only become more significant.
The human race lost so miserably last time due to many reasons including shortage of manpower and being caught off guard.
This is what Lang Hua decided to improve first after careful consideration.
But for the prophecy stickers, he needed more quantity. Not hundreds of articles, but tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.
Only with such a quantitative base as an impact, may we be able to set off a slight wave of vigilance in times of crisis.
And this will also be one of Lang Hua's main tasks in the next year.
Since the beginning of the 21st century, apocalyptic disaster themes in films and television have gone from being popular to gradually becoming popular, and then fading out of people’s sight. It did serve as a wake-up call in the early days, but later proved to be unfounded.
We have always been able to use science to dismantle and explain many things, but that must be within our cognitive scope.
Even if people think they are alert enough to such natural and man-made disasters, when it really happens around them and in front of their eyes, people are still at a loss to deal with and react.
Lang Hua remembered clearly that the non-combat attrition in the first year of the disaster was greater than the total number of casualties in the following thirteen years combined.
And many of these could have been avoided.
We once thought that humans were powerful enough to handle most changes, whether it was geological disasters, celestial collisions, world wars, nuclear leaks, radiation pollution, epidemic viruses...
But why hasn’t anyone thought of the worse case scenario? For example, invaders with higher civilizations, such as special biochemical attacks against DNA carbon-based life forms like ours, such as the ultimate battle of civilization annihilation...
This may not be considered far-sighted or far-sighted, but it certainly isn't over-the-top worries or unfounded worries.
It is indeed said in "New Book of Tang" that "there is nothing wrong with the world, and it is troublesome to bother the ears."
But little did they know that those who had no worries were all turned into dust under the wheel of history.
It disperses as soon as the wind blows, leaving no trace or trace.
Lang Hua knew that he could no longer place his hope on everyone.
Because after the "big counter-offensive" and "total defeat", aren't there still surrenderers who call themselves "peacekeepers"?
It's a pity for those heroes who fought against being controlled and enslaved by the invaders, and it's a pity for the thousands of unknown soldiers who died.
On the eve of the "ultimate battle" when civilization is annihilated, the pseudo-peace faction finally realizes that the "Star Thieves" want to wipe out the entire human civilization. And these people, even if they are willing to become slaves, will not escape the fate of being obliterated in the end.
They want to be a dog with self-awareness, but others haven't agreed yet.
Now that we have decided to eradicate the root cause, how could we foolishly leave behind sparks that could start a prairie fire in the future?
At that time, all the senior leaders of the resistance finally understood that this was not the home ground of the Star Thieves after all. It turned out that even as powerful as they were, they were afraid of a comeback.
Humans have always had only one choice: fight.
Fight to victory, or fight to death.
At that time, a great unity unprecedented in the entire history of mankind finally arrived.
But the time was too late.
And now that Lang Hua is unable to control the direction of the world, he knows that there are some people he cannot save and should not save.
The reborn person is the biggest variable and back-up man. He needs and can only place all the bets on himself.
Lang Hua's heart gradually hardened.
If he wanted to win, he could no longer act rashly.
Many times in the future, he will choose to sit on the sidelines.
Only by watching the right moment and letting your butterfly flap its wings at the most suitable time and place can you have a glimmer of vitality.
This is for the survival of civilization and for those who have lived in the past.
