Withered vine of the end of the world rebirth

"I said... what are you doing?" Chao Hao stood a little far away from them, looking at them with a strange expression, "Although I know that being injured by zombies should hurt...but I don't have to act like this Farewell expression, right? Chu Mo, he won’t be hurt to death, right? Besides, you don’t bandage him to stop the bleeding, what’s the use of crying there? Aren’t you a nurse? Wounds can't kill people, can they?"

"What do you know?" Miao Xiang glanced back at Chao Hao, then turned to look at Chu Mo, and said sobbingly, "He was injured by a zombie, who can escape from being injured by a zombie? Chu Mo He, Chu Mo, is about to turn into a zombie, and you are still talking sarcasticly."

"Uh... that," Chao Hao was taken aback, and he looked at them with some hesitation, "The willow tree just now grew suddenly... Wasn't Chu Mo doing it?"

Impossible... The movement is so perfect, how could it not be him?

Miao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the willow branches that suddenly grew wildly beside Chu Mo when he saved someone: "That...is it a wood-type ability?" Miao Xiang raised her eyes and glanced at Chu Mo, who was leaning on the wall and looking at her , with a smile on his pale, bloodless lips.

If it's wood type...it really suits him very well.

This person, like a plant, is warm and bright, clean and flexible, and so kind and selfless... just like a tree that always gives silently without asking for anything in return.

Always sacrificing her life to save others... Whether it's her when they first met, or Luo Xiangwen who only spoke a few words.

People who knew Chu Mo before the end of the world must also like him very much, right?

It must be their three lives lucky to meet her.

Although the wood-type ability seems to be a kind of ability that is only suitable for assisting in saving people, it just happens to completely suit Chu Mo's temperament... Even if it is useless, it can definitely be used very well by him.

With this ability, he will definitely become better...

But what's the use of that?

He's about to turn into a zombie... What's the point of having the most powerful and suitable ability?

It was like Xiaoxiao who had awakened the ability of wind at that time... If she can't rely on this ability to protect herself, what's the point of having it?

Isn't it just... to | die?

Miao Xiang raised her eyes and looked at Chu Mo, her face became paler.

She looked at him, and tears finally flowed down her eyes: "What's the point even if it is... It's too late to be injured by zombies, it's too late for everything..."

The woman's tears flowed down her cheeks, slowly dripping to the ground and into her mouth.

It has a very bitter taste.

That may be Miao Xiang's tears a whole day late.

The corner of Luo Xiangwen's mouth twitched, and he suddenly stepped forward and knelt down on the ground in front of Chu Mo.The man with a vicissitudes of life lowered his head and his expression was firm: "It was my fault in the past. I always hated you because of my own reasons. I didn't expect you to give up your life to save me. From now on, no matter whether you live or die, You are my big brother Luo Xiangwen. As long as you ask me to do it, I will do it for you no matter how hard it is. You said let me take good care of Miao Xiang, and I will definitely let her live the best life. Even I have no food or water, so I will definitely let her eat and drink well. Don't worry."

Huang Mao and the others were stunned when they saw Luo Xiangwen's actions, and raised their hands to stop them.After seeing the determination and pain in the elder brother's expression, he silently withdrew his hand and knelt down to the side.

Forget it, what the elder brother says is what it is.What's more... this person is worthy of their kneeling.

Luo Xiangwen looked up at Chu Mo, with a resolute expression, and said word by word: "You can't repay the favor of saving your life. You must sacrifice your life to help."

He looked at the pale man leaning against the wall, holding his hands tightly, only feeling the heat in his heart.

Luo Xiangwen knows that he has always held a hostile attitude towards these people in the city who seem to have a good future from birth, especially those who have gone to a good university and are well-educated.

He has been poor since he was a child. He has two older sisters, a younger sister and two younger brothers.My father is not in good health, and my mother is already struggling to manage the housework and support a large family as a woman. How can I have the energy to support them in school?

But he was good at studying since he was a child. His mother was reluctant to let her son live that kind of life in the future, so she gritted her teeth and let him continue studying.He took the college entrance examination twice, and each time he got a stable grade, which is a rare thing in their backward small village.

——Most of the children there have been loved by their parents since they finished elementary school. He is the first and only one who has been admitted to university after all these years.

But maybe because of the lack of educational resources, maybe because of his lack of talent, he has never been able to get the grade that can reduce the tuition fee.

Even though he can work and study at the same time, how can he get so much money?The family still has to spend. In recent years, for his study and seeing a doctor for his father, the family has been destitute and unable to make ends meet.

Looking at the mother kneeling in front of him crying bitterly, Luo Xiangwen silently picked up the few bags and went out to work.

This is 20 years.

In the past 20 years, he traveled to various cities in China, large and small, and worked in various jobs from washing dishes to cleaners.Every □□4 to [-], tired and sore all over, sleep time does not exceed [-] hours a day.

But he still insists on wearing white shirts every day. He has washed and worn the few shirts bought for ten yuan, and has worn them again and again for nearly ten years; Even though the legs of the glasses given to him by the class teacher are loose, even though his eyesight does not require wearing glasses at all, even if it is inconvenient to work on the construction site, he still insists on doing so.

It's like reminding myself that I'm different from them.

I am different from these people who have no schooling and no culture and can only do rough and heavy work.

I used to be able to go to university, and I was admitted to one of the best universities in China.

I have read so many books, and I know so much knowledge that others have never heard of.

I was... so close, so close to an other life.

Later, as he got older, he finally gained a firm foothold in this city. He started to have a certain amount of savings, and people began to follow him and call him big brother.

Slowly, some women who also went out to work began to court him.

But he refused them all.

Sometimes, when he walked through the gate of a university, he saw fair-skinned, bright-eyed female college students coming out; sometimes when he passed by the gate of a company, he saw those white-collar women with elegant sitting postures and exquisite makeup. He would think... My wife should look like this.

She should be an elegant, beautiful and cultured woman, not those ignorant village women with rough skin and illiterate characters.

Luo Xiangwen began to become hostile to scholars, especially those who had money.

Sometimes when he passes by some private colleges or colleges that require extra money to study, and looks at the so-called college students inside who are noisy all day long, don’t study hard, and only know how to eat, drink and have fun, he feels that the roots of his teeth are I hate it so much.

That was the life he yearned for so much, but could never get it.These people got it so easily, but they still don't cherish it.

What makes them better than him is that they are rich?Why... can they sit in a university classroom, but he can only work under the scorching sun on the construction site?

His father named him Xiang Wen and hoped that he would get close to literature.

But in the end, what he hates the most are those scholars who are learning culture; what he can't get the most is to become such an educated scholar one day.

So he hates, he is jealous.

He wished jealously that the word "culture" had never existed in this world, and he wished that all the people in this world were like him, without going to university and without the opportunity to learn culture.

When he saw Chu Mo for the first time, Luo Xiangwen didn't like him.

——Luo Xiangwen once felt that Chu Mo existed only to satirize him.

At that time, he supported Miao Xiang and walked towards him. The man with long and smooth hair was wearing a light blue shirt that fit well, with slender fingers and fair complexion. At first glance, he looked like a bookish scholar.

He always seems to know a lot, knows a lot, and makes even his younger brothers admire him.

At that time, when Luo Xiangwen watched Chu Mo flip through the book in the small shop, he felt very jealous.

Originally... I should be like this too.

I should also wear such a well-fitting and exquisite shirt and read a book standing in the sun.

I should also have such a delicate and beautiful woman looking up at me with trust and admiration.

If it wasn't because his family was poor...I should have lived this kind of life too.

So he is always hostile to him, inadvertently targeting him everywhere, deliberately showing himself to be very educated in front of him.

That person always seemed to turn a blind eye, and always just smiled faintly, as if all his actions were nothing but the willfulness of ignorant people in his eyes.

So he hated him even more.He even thought that after going out from here, he must gather his brothers and beat him up, so that he can see who is more powerful.

But when Chu Mo sacrificed himself to save him, he suddenly felt...

I still can't compare to him after all.

The difference between me and him is not education, but temperament.

Even if I have a good birth, I can't compare with him.

No one can have him as... gentle as jade, a modest gentleman.

The person who looks like this is what I wanted to become when I was young when I studied hard.

The author has something to say: This is what it is today.Everyone hates Luo Xiangwen's many roles... This guy will appear later in the article, and it can barely be regarded as a relatively important supporting role

In fact, it should have been posted together with the next chapter, after all, the plot is completely connected... But now the author is really hurting his eyes.

If you have any questions or opinions, you can talk about them.The author is gentle o(≧v≦)o~~ and I hope everyone will leave a lot of comments, and if you like it, please add a lot of favorites by the way.Well, thank you everyone~(≧▽≦)/~