Withered vine of the end of the world rebirth

Chu Mo, who was about to leave, did not leave immediately.

After he went out, he silently climbed up a sycamore tree beside the road with his bare hands.

——Chu Mo liked to climb on trees when he was a student, and now with the help of wood-type supernatural powers, his movements are even smoother, without a trace of sound.

It is said that phoenixes like to fall on phoenix trees, which is indeed a very suitable tree for habitat.

Every sycamore tree has dense branches and leaves, thick and smooth branches.

Chu Mo adjusted his posture slightly on the tree and looked down.

The sycamore tree is so tall that if you look at it like this, you can clearly see the scene inside through the transparent glass skylight in the lounge.

Luo Xiangwen was kneeling beside Miao Xiang, helping her wipe away the tears that kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

The movements are jerky, but gentle.

Chu Mo couldn't help curling his lips.

In fact, he had met Luo Xiangwen and Miao Xiang in his previous life, in Lingyun Base.

At that time, Luo Xiangwen was a relatively powerful leader in the base, mainly responsible for security maintenance and repair work.

——This is a pretty good job in the last days.

After all, it was Ling Yun, an incompetent person who couldn't even get along with an ordinary boss there.

At that time, Luo Xiangwen was most famous in the base. Apart from his identity, he was deeply in love with his wife.

They always went out together in the morning, and his gentle and virtuous wife would take him to his work place, and then back to run the house; and in the evening she would pick him up there again.

Every day.

When the weather is fine, you can still see them going out for a walk together in the evening, watching the sunset gradually set.

They were the envy of everyone in the base at that time.

Even though people's hearts are fluctuating after the end of the world, it seems that people's views on feelings have become very casual... But who doesn't want to have someone who truly loves themselves and at the same time makes them love them wholeheartedly?

Our Huaxia clan, perhaps we are born with a yearning for the kind of love that "the heart is the same, and the king is the only one".

Regardless of era.

So at that time, everyone envied them so much, and always liked to chat about them casually.

Chu Mo once heard that person tell him that Luo Xiangwen's wife is Miao Xiang, who is a nurse in a public hospital in a certain place.

At that time, the sun outside the window was just right, Chu Mo looked back at the man while drinking tea slowly.

When the man said that, there was always a hint of envy in his tone, and the half of his face hidden in the sun looked extraordinarily gentle.

Chu Mo looked down at Miao Xiang's eyes gradually opening, and smiled softly.

You see, I am still very good to you.

You... are a destined couple.

Now that I sent you to his side, you should be very grateful to me, right?

The woman sleeping in the sun gradually woke up. She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.Then she seemed to have discovered something, and began to question the man beside her excitedly.

Luo Xiangwen told her patiently and gently.

Miao Xiang suddenly fell silent.She looked back at the door in a daze, and sat down dejectedly.

Immediately, she began to cry on her lap.

No longer hoarse like when Chu Mo was there just now.The woman cried extremely quietly, almost silently.

In her hand, she still carried the string of black beads.

Chu Mo sat on the tree and looked at her, seeming to sigh softly.

In fact, when he first saw Miao Xiang, he had already recognized her.

The initial contact was just because he was a little curious about what the woman described by that man was like.

Later... it was he who suddenly wanted to know, if it was her... what would she do.

At that time, when he was sitting on the hospital bed and watching the two women chatting with their heads down at the service desk not far away, he suddenly wanted to take a look.

At that time, Miao Xiang and Fang Xiao were sitting in the hospital under the sunshine, their eyes were full of smiles when they looked at each other.

Chu Mo suddenly wanted to know... Can such a good relationship survive the test of the last days?

If she knew she was a zombie, would she still be like this?

She will still smile at her, she will still insist on protecting her, will she still... treat her so well?

Sometimes, even Chu Mo himself doesn't know the meaning of what he does... It's like he never knows what kind of answer he wants to get.

No matter which one it is...it will not be a good result for him.

But in fact, this is not important, right?

Why did he bother to verify it again?

But... that's all.

No one can tolerate that the person next to him is a zombie, and no one will spare him because of how good his relationship was with him.

But...it's just people's hearts.

What the hell is he... expecting?

Chu Mo glanced at the leaves in front of him.The leaves of the sycamore tree always look very green, and there is an illusion that the sun is everywhere, which makes people feel gentle for no reason.

The tender green leaf moved in the wind, it shook in the air, then approached Chu Mo tremblingly, and rubbed against his cheek.

Chu Mo smiled, secretly thinking that he was getting more and more boring.

He glanced down at the people in the lounge below him, then turned and left.

Here is a trip back.

The upper part of the cloister is always particularly accessible.

Chu Mo walked slowly along the edge of the roof.

In fact, he used to have a serious fear of heights, but later he gradually began to like the feeling of walking on high places.

The gentle wind ahead, the empty side, and most importantly - the heart that seems to be shrinking gradually.

That would make him feel alive, not a heartless, emotionless zombie.

Chu Mo doesn't dislike his status as the zombie king, on the contrary he likes it very much.

That can allow him to get a lot of things that others can't get, and it can make him stand at a height that others can't match.

He doesn't mind the cold up there and the loneliness of being alone.

But sometimes, when he reached out to touch his heart but could only feel a deadly coldness, he still couldn't help thinking... If I wasn't a zombie, would everything be different?

Would the person who smiled and said that he would be with him for the rest of his life hurt him like that?

I'm not afraid that people in the world hate me, and I don't blame them for failing me...but why you?

Why is it you?

Chu Mo raised his hand and watched it gradually become transparent under the sun, and then slowly turned into a terrifying appearance with sharp nails.

He stroked his wrist with the other hand, lowered his head and smiled, but his brows and eyes were full of tyranny.

If you hated me, you shouldn't have been so kind to me in the first place.

Why do I believe and become addicted, but you don't want me?

The sun shines in the world, but it always fails to illuminate the shadow that is approaching.

Chu Mo walked slowly, but suddenly stopped.

The room below was Chao Hao's shop at that time.The rooms in this circle are all bedrooms, and there are only two windows above the corner of Chao Hao's shop.

The light is bright, and through the polished glass, you can clearly see the scene below.

On the vermilion wooden table, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are still placed there.When the breeze blew, the rice paper pressed by the white jade paperweight raised a corner slightly, and the pure ink in the inkstone beside it also caused waves.

Chu Mo looked at it like this, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered the way Miao Xiang was seriously grinding with his sleeves rolled up.

Who was he thinking of at that time...

Chu Mo squinted his eyes, but turned over and entered the room.

He walked to the mahogany table and looked down at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Only black and white.

For some reason, Chu Mo suddenly reached out to pick up the jade pen that was still on the inkstone, and for some reason, he reached out and smoothed out the slightly wrinkled rice paper.

He looked at the full ink drop on the pen tip, and suddenly remembered the way Miao Xiang looked at him in the moonlight in the room and said that he would be able to "hold his hand and grow old together" with the person he liked.

At that time, the light in the woman's eyes was soft to bright.

In fact, he has always liked Miao Xiang.

She is... so similar to Xiao Yu when she was a student.

However, it is so different.

Chu Mo looked at the rice paper on the table, and for some reason suddenly wrote down a pen.

He wrote: "Hold your hand..."

The brush strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the brushwork is in harmony with each other.

Chu Mo paused, and then continued to write.

But it is—"I will never die."

Chu Mo looked at the handwriting on the paper and suddenly smiled.

He raised his hand and tore up the words he had just written.

The tiny scraps of paper fluttered in the wind and gradually disappeared, as if they had been corroded by something.

Chu Mo turned and left, his long black hair left a silhouette in the suddenly darkened room.

——Hold your hand, never die.

All kinds of things in the previous life, I will come to discuss them in this life.

The author has something to say: The author who has been doing various experiments recently said that he is a bit busy → → I have to make up lessons tomorrow → → I have to go to the cinema with my sister on Sunday → → However, I will continue to update, but it may be a little late, Then the typo is too late to correct ORT→→So such a hard-working author, are you willing to leave a comment or bookmark? Hey, if you don’t bookmark, you still want to see the update╭(╯^╰)╮