After the apocalypse, the flower of Kaolin who saved her secret love

Baby Song had a rare dream.

He was only 12 years old at that time, and he had not yet had any secondary gender differentiation. He was like a thin monkey, gloomy and reticent, and he was particularly unpleasant among all the children. He was even the worst in "performance" and was always punished.

"Thirteen, you are in a daze again, you will be punished carefully by the master later." Someone pushed him beside him, "Do you see anyone over there, Big Fat Sheep, if you succeed, maybe you can have a good meal today."

The person in the dream looked up, so Baby Song could see the noble and indifferent young man getting out of the car and standing in front of the window not far from the corner of the street.

"Forget it, I'll go, when the time comes, I'll give you a little bit, and you'll pretend to be nice when the master asks." The people around him said to themselves, probably used to his stubborn temper.

can not go.

Baby Song thought.

But he could only look at the same skinny young boy with a short hair in his dream, standing up, like every ordinary boy, hurrying past the side of the road with his bag in his arms, passing by "Fat Sheep", and "Fat Sheep" "Sheep" as if he hadn't heard of it, just glanced at him for a while, and then turned his eyes back to what he was looking at.

After a while, the short-haired boy came over with a smile, playing with the wallet in his hand, took out the cash, and was about to throw the wallet on the side of the road—wallets, cards, and photos were meaningless to him.

Baby Song looked at the wallet in a daze, and stretched out her hand...

But the picture changed suddenly, Song Baobao felt that he was running, gasping for breath, and sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

They are going to catch up.

The young self suddenly stopped and said to the inch-headed boy, "You run first."

If you are caught, you will be beaten, and if you don’t make money, you will be beaten, anyway, you will be beaten.

He deliberately ran out and distracted people away. The bodyguards in black grabbed him, punched him in the stomach a few times, lifted his hair, and said to the people behind, "It's not him."

He asked again, "Where's your partner?"

Stomach upset, want to vomit.

He was stubborn when he was a child, no matter how beaten he would not speak.

"Okay." The young man Jingui walked slowly to the alley, and frowned when he saw the situation inside, "I only let you arrest people."

"Tell me, where are the things you stole?"

And he was lying on the ground, his swollen eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open them, and he could only see a hazy outline.

"Have you been checked by surveillance?" Seeing that he didn't speak, the young man asked the person next to him, "Go to the other one directly, the thing should be on him."

"Yes." The bodyguards released him, "Master."

The boy walked by, and the dirty and thin monkey suddenly hugged his leg tightly: "I... know, the wallet, we threw it in the trash can..."

"cough……"

He was carried away by the bodyguard who reacted.

……

When I went, the trash can had already been cleared.

May have been disposed of.

"Are you looking for it?" the bodyguard asked cautiously.

The boy known as the young master was silent for a while: "Forget it."

"Father is already waiting."

Song Baobao looked at the blurred face of the other party, and thought quietly... If Eleven had been stopped at the beginning, wouldn't everything that happened after that happen.

It can't be called luck or misfortune, that's how fate is written, and people like him don't have the right to choose.

In that kind of place, the abducted children are tools, and it doesn't matter if they are dead or injured.

He was carried back to the basement by Twelve, like a tool that could no longer be used was abandoned, and the other party begged for help everywhere.

Twelve put him on a bed in a narrow room, and occasionally came back with medicine and food... until one day he never came back.

At that time, Song Shisan waited for him for a long time, and when he realized something, he quietly waited for death.

Then...someone opened the basement door.

When the dream ended here, Song Baobei opened his eyes dizzily, only to see a piece of darkness, and there was a hole not far away, and light came in.

He touched his face, it was wet.

His whole body ached, he supported the iron wall next to him, stood up slowly, moved to the hole, and found that it was a bullet hole, the cool sea breeze blew in from the gap with a fishy smell, Song Baobao was a little more awake, it seemed that there was a In idle containers at the port.

He remembered that after he fell, he was rescued by Xie Zhe.

I can't remember clearly after that.

I don't know how long it's been, it's already dawn... Where did Xie Zhe go...

Baby Song pushed the door of the box and found that it was locked from the outside.

He coughed twice, and slowly sat down against the door of the box, his hot face pressed against the cold iron sheet, his hands were weak, and he groped in the dark container for a long time before he found his satchel.

When I took out the phone, I found that the fragile and expensive thing had been broken, and it couldn't be turned on no matter what.

Baby Song sighed and put the things back.

Will Xie Zhe come back?

he does not know.

He's used to waiting, and he's used to the dark, and it's not hard for him.

Baby Song thought, what about Song Shu and the others?It should be safer during the day.

The next second, he looked at the closed and dark space, and slowly thought of a fairy tale...

The devil locked in a bottle, when he was rescued in the first century, he gave inexhaustible wealth to those who rescued him. In the second century, he was willing to dig out all the treasures. In the third century, he said that he would satisfy The person who saved him had three wishes... After three centuries of waiting, he felt resentful and wanted to kill the person who saved him. [1]

The devil really doesn't make sense.

Baby Song thought.

He was in a daze, his thoughts were chaotic and fragmented, knowing that he probably had a high fever, and afraid of falling asleep, he forced himself to keep track of the time, unable to stop his random thoughts.

"4002, cough... 4003..." Baby Song felt cold and curled up a little.

Don't want to die here.

But I couldn't move, and I couldn't push the box door open.

He heard the crisp sound of the lock in a daze, and almost bit his tongue: "413... um!"

The door of the box was opened, and the cold wind and light came in together. Baby Song closed his eyes uncomfortably, leaning on the door again with all his strength, almost rolled out, and was caught by a cold hand.

Xie Zhe turned his back to the light and frowned, looking fierce and indifferent: "What are you doing?"

"...What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Song Baobao opened his eyes and looked at him in a daze, his eyes, which had been in the dark for a long time, were stimulated and couldn't shed rational tears, and his lips were still slightly undulating, so he couldn't help asking.

As a result, the other party stopped talking, so he could only say: "Have a fever?"

Xie Zhe moved people in, holding a bag in one hand.

After putting down the things, he reached out to touch the other person's forehead, and was startled by the scalding heat. Just as he was about to say something, Song Baobao grabbed his hand.

Song Baobao held his hand, put her face on his hand, and warm tears fell on it.

He said: "4137 seconds...you can save me anytime..."

The first thousand seconds, the second thousand seconds... the countless thousand seconds.

He thought, as long as it was Xie Zhe, no matter how many thousand seconds appeared, he would love him.

Song Baobao kissed Xie Zhe's back of his hand so fair that he could see the veins underneath with tears in his eyes.

Feeling that there is no difference between himself and the demon who will revenge, Xie Zhe rescued him and opened the door for him twice, but instead he entangled him—someone like him.

Xie Zhe couldn't understand, couldn't understand his strange brain circuit, he pulled out his hand, this time he was completely helpless, he felt that Song Baobao must be seriously ill: "... What are you doing again?"

"again"?

Song Baobei was a little dazed, but got the point.

What else did he do?

"Forget it, we'll talk about it when you wake up." Xie Zhe didn't want to discuss with the idiot who had a fever of [-] degrees, so he helped him up, took the medicine from his pocket, frowned, and finally said, "...ah. "

Baby Song obediently followed with an "Ah", and was fed a few tablets of bitter white medicine, and was about to spit it out in a second, when someone pinched her lips and pouted like a duckling.

"Don't spit." Xie Zhe said, after watching him swallow, he handed him the mineral water, and gave him the second command, "Drink water."

Baby Song obediently took a sip of water, and he remembered to ask after drinking, his voice hoarse: "What is this?"

Xie Zhe sneered: "Poison."

Song Baobao looked at him blankly when he heard the answer, Xie Zhe felt that he was a bit naive to compete with him, so he ignored him, and simply said: "Open your mouth."

After the other party did the same, he changed the pills and fed them.

"Okay." Xie Zhe said, "Don't sleep."

Baby Song started to feel sleepy after taking the antipyretics, and felt that the pain was not so great.

"Raise your hand."

When he heard the voice, he subconsciously moved, allowing the other party to take off his clothes, revealing a white and soft belly. Recently, he had a little thin muscle with hideous bruises on it.

Even this soft body still looks like an omega.

Xie Zhe pressed on his wound, but the other party still raised his hand foolishly, shrank back when he felt the pain, and looked at him with a frown, innocent and bewildered.

"It's not too serious, it's not broken. It's almost healed after a month of fixed up."

Xie Zhe made a judgment, applied medicine to him briefly, and tied a rib fixation belt, then put a loose T-shirt on him, took a thin down jacket, and said, "Extend your left hand."

He thinks Song Baobao is quite cute now, like a little robot, moving with one command.

After finishing everything, both of them were sweating.

The down jacket was long and loose, and Song Baobao was wrapped in it like a small caterpillar, revealing a head with a fever-reducing patch. Xie Zhe folded another piece of clothing to make him a pillow, and sat and rested against the iron sheet.

"Xie Zhe..."

Song Baobao looked up at him, and through the dim light, he found that the young and beautiful face of the other party had stubble, which was not ugly, but more handsome and mature.

It's a pity that Song Baobei was dizzy after taking the medicine, and couldn't appreciate it. After the other party gave an impatient "um", he laughed: "You have a beard."

As he spoke, he tried to reach out to touch the other person's shallow stubble, but his sleeves were too long.

Xie Zhe's face was swept back and forth by his sleeves, and he opened his eyes: "What the hell are you going to do? Sleep well."

"I'm cold." Baby Song lied, "Can I lean closer?"

After he finished speaking, he began to move along the floor by himself, as if he could no longer feel the pain in his ribs.

Xie Zhe was afraid of him at this moment, so he had no choice but to move him a little: "Sleep honestly."

Then he closed his eyes and rested, this time no matter what Song Baobei said or did, he ignored it.

Song Baobei was quiet for a while, then called him again: "Xie Zhe..."

Xie Zhe sighed and heard the second half of the other party's words in a low voice.

"Thank you for saving me."

Xie Zhe hummed: "Repay your life-saving grace before."

After a while, Baby Song finally said "Oh" and said, "Tomorrow...if you want to leave here, please wake me up."

"……Um."

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[1] The Story of the Fisherman and the Devil in "One Thousand and One Nights"