Yang Xiaoxiao choked with sobs: "My father doesn't want me anymore, and my mother doesn't care about me anymore. If Brother Hua is also caught, Xiaoxiao will have nothing... What will Xiaoxiao do..."
Wanting to speak and act in a more precocious way than usual, she looked more like a teenager at this time.
The most typical people who grew up in a single-parent family environment have always been able to be more tenacious when they need to be tenacious, and they will be broken immediately in situations that easily trigger vulnerability.
Lang Hua quickly reached out to hug her and patted her back to comfort her: "No, Xiaoxiao will never be alone. You see, Uncle Yang and his wife are always by your side."
The girl cried even louder: "No, I don't want it. They are always at work, and I just want Brother Hua. I'm afraid they won't like me, and I'm afraid they will think I'm a drag..."
Lang Hua's heart shrank severely. He lifted the girl's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and suddenly said seriously: "Xiaoxiao, brother will never let anything happen to you."
"Huh?" The girl stopped crying and looked at him doubtfully.
Lang Hua quickly changed his words: "I promise you, I will never be caught and locked up. Xiaoxiao, can you believe me?"
"I believe it," the girl's voice was low, "but uncle and the others will definitely be worried about you."
"I swear, it will only take three months. After three months, I will tell Uncle Yang and the others everything, every word."
The girl couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It's like a police interrogation."
Lang Hua asked tentatively: "Can these be considered little secrets between the two of us?"
"The secret between the two of us," Yang Xiaoxiao muttered, but couldn't help but blush, and hit Lang Hua on the chest with pink fists, "I hate it! I made you cry when I saw him, it's so embarrassing."
"Xiaoxiao, is that good?"
"Okay," Yang Xiaoxiao said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Then you must not hide it from your uncle and the others."
"Yeah, I promise."
——
Lang Hua frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said solemnly: "Xiaoxiao, you are in my room tonight."
The blush that had just faded from Yang Xiaoxiao's face suddenly rose again, and even her ears and neck were pink.
Her voice also trembled: "Ah? Qiangan...what are you doing?"
Without saying a word, Lang Hua picked up Yang Xiaoxiao, dragged the parcel and walked towards the bedroom.
"I, I, you..." the girl's voice gradually failed to form sentences.
After pushing open the door, what caught Yang Xiaoxiao's eyes was a dazzling array of exercise equipment as well as food, drinking water and tool boxes piled in the corner.
"Tonight I will teach you how to practice swordsmanship and get familiar with all the tools." He also added, "I will come here to train every week from now on."
"Ah? That's it." There was a hint of disappointment and regret in Yang Xiaoxiao's voice. "But can I ask why?"
"No." This answer was spoken very quickly and firmly.
"Brother, I want to..."
"No, you don't want to." Lang Hua added, "This is also part of the secret between the two of us."
"Oh." Yang Xiaoxiao's words were weak. Even after discovering Lang Hua's secret treasure, she didn't get much interest.
"Oh what, start now."
"Ah, no."
——
When Yang Xiaoxiao left with dark circles under his eyes the next day, Lang Hua asked him to take away a small mountaineering bag. The bag contained a switchblade knife and a military spur, a steel ball air gun and half a box of steel bullets and weighted rubber bullets.
"Oh, it's all your fault. I have dark circles under my eyes. I'm so ugly." Yang Xiaoxiao said goodbye to Lang Hua angrily, "You idiot, Brother Hua, if you let girls stay up late, they will become ugly."
"Oh," Lang Hua said casually as he cleared away the breakfast plates that he had received the complaint.
When Lang Hua returned to the room, he was a little surprised. The bionic leather target's throat and jaw were covered with holes left by sharp blades. It looked in tatters and was considered scrapped.
"Tsk, you really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a family member."
Lang Hua shook his head and started cleaning by himself.
Yang Xiaoxiao is surprisingly talented in this area. His balance and flexibility far exceed some of the recruits that Lang Hua led in his previous life, and his strikes are also precise and agile.
Lang Hua couldn't help but think that maybe if he practiced for a while, Yang Xiaoxiao could try some more difficult performance positions, such as the temples, behind the ears and around the eye sockets. "
Lang Hua lied to Lin Qian.
Whether it is swords, fists, or intrigues, Lang Hua, who has experienced the baptism of war for thirteen years in the apocalypse, is definitely a master among masters, and there is no need for sparring and guidance from Jeet Kune Do students like Lin Qian.
Everything was just a show, just to give Lin Qian intensive training.
"Since Sister Qian has a good foundation, she should be able to get started quickly. Then I can leave with peace of mind."
Lin Qian mistakenly thought that she was a loyal fan of the superstitious "Sirius" doomsday fantasy, which was really unexpected by Lang Hua.
However, we can simply make mistakes and take this opportunity to spread some necessary common sense to her in the apocalypse.
As a girl, Yang Xiaoxiao has no concept of money, but Lin Qian is different. If she were to see the entire list, or even know that there were six more identical packages. Although Lin Qian will definitely not report the matter, it is inevitable to catch Lang Hua and interrogate him thoroughly. This will also be a big trouble for Lang Hua.
After all, Lang Hua had maxed out several credit cards in the names of Yang Bensheng and Li Liping for this batch of equipment.
This is already the maximum amount of money he can use behind his back.
If you want funds in the future, other than stealing them, you can only do some manipulation in Yang Bunsheng's company accounts.
Because in order to ensure training losses and daily consumption, Lang Hua prepared double the supplies and equipment.
Half a month later, there will be one large, two small, three batches of high-calorie, shelf-stable food and plenty of water secretly delivered. At that time, Lang Hua would need to hide them in the Yang family's bedroom, the Lin family's guest room and Xiaoxiao's home without anyone noticing.
It's natural for this girl Yang Xiaoxiao to obey her.
As for the Lin family, although they have the keys to the front door and guest room. But whether it was to avoid arousing the suspicion of Lin Qian and her daughter, or to save the trouble of lying in response to inquiries, he needed to plan carefully.
Thanks to their trust and Lang Hua's disguise, everyone acquiesced to Lang Hua's quirk of not liking others entering his room. This also adds a lot of convenience to the implementation of Langhua's plan.
For that day three months later, Lang Hua has been preparing since two years ago.
He had already told the lie that he was born on December 10th. Three months later, Lang Hua would use this as a reason to gather Lin Qian, his daughter, and the four Yang family members in the Yang family apartment.
And that is the location with the most abundant supplies and equipment among the three.
Three letters marked "cannot be opened until critical moment or December 10th" were also placed in conspicuous places in the supply bag. It contains a 10,000-word guide written in advance by Lang Hua, with no attention to detail and complete entries.
Lang Hua also installed homemade small programs on several people's mobile phones in advance, which will issue warnings just before the end. As long as they don't get into trouble and get the necessary supplies and equipment in the room according to the instructions left by Lang Hua, it will be enough to survive for at least a month.
Lang Hua played the role of a survival enthusiast and a weapons enthusiast in his daily life, and used this as an excuse to openly stock up on some equipment in his room.
If a crisis comes, they will definitely think of Lang Hua's room and obtain the necessities that have been prepared for them.
Although Lang Hua had already drifted away by then, I believed that they would be able to survive the "Black Blood Twilight" when the end came.
After the initial panic and discomfort passed, several people used the equipment in the room to get familiar with and practice. When you step out again, you will definitely have enough ability to survive.
"It will definitely happen, it will definitely happen." Lang Hua sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, talking to himself.
Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable heart palpitation and irritability. He had to walk to the window, opened the window and leaned his upper body out.
The gust of wind in the early morning of autumn blew the gauze curtain, causing it to rub softly on Lang Hua's cheek, bringing a numb and itchy feeling.
Gradually, the fire rising deep in his body gradually dissipated under the stimulation of the cool air.
Outside the window is a busy street, and people on the morning shift are rushing towards their destinations on various means of transportation.
Although he has returned to this pre-catastrophic world for two years, Lang Hua still feels uncomfortable in such bustling moments.
Even in ordinary life, he tried his best to avoid going to such angry places.
Theaters, hypermarkets, shopping streets...
Lang Hua thought with self-deprecation: Am I actually more accustomed to a world full of death?
He felt like maybe he didn't belong here.
The peace and tranquility here made him feel unreal and hazy.
Because in the world he once stayed in, creatures were dying, the world was dying, and people's hearts were dying...
There were moments when he was so frightened about the future that he wished he had never woken up.
Because to this day, he is not sure whether the truth of this rebirth is really what he sees before him.
Is he still trapped in the long and gentle dream after death, or is the era of catastrophe simply his delusion?
At this moment, he couldn't help but think——
What if... the end of the world in three months is all my own crazy words...
How wonderful it would be...
Time passed by, but the young man who leaned out of the window stared at the morning sun and said nothing for a long time.
Suddenly, he said softly:
"Early morning and dusk are surprisingly similar."
