Abai

The boy came to me, bent down and hugged me, tested the feel of my hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's still too thin."

Although this scene is played out every day, I still feel very cramped and shy.

He put me down, fetched food, and fed me gently one bite at a time: "Eat more."

I ate until my stomach was slightly rounded, and I was full.

He frowned slightly, and said softly reproachfully: "What should I do if I eat so little? Come." He patiently fed the food to my mouth.

I opened my mouth to eat with a hot face, and felt my heart was also hot.

In the end, he ate until his stomach was full and he couldn't eat any more, so the boy gave up.

I don't know his name yet.

One day when I was recuperating in the hut, I suddenly remembered.

He never asked my name either.

A little frustrated.

"What's your name?" I immediately asked the boy who was sitting on the side wiping the dagger earnestly.

no response.Wipe too obsessively.

"Hey, what's your name?" I amplified my voice and asked again.

This time there was a reaction, he turned his head and glanced at me, but as if he didn't hear it, he turned back and continued to wipe the dagger.

I get it this time.

He, like those people, could not understand my language.

"Abai." I said, "My name is Abai."

After cleaning the dagger, the young man put it back into the scabbard attached to his waist.

So cruel.

It's okay if you don't understand, just ignore me.

Confused, I finally decided to teach the boy my language.

Teach him to say my name first, and I said word by word: "Ah, Bai." My name.

The teenager didn't pay attention.

I prolong my voice and repeat these two words over and over again: "A———"

The teenager finally noticed, and he walked up to me.

I looked at him expectantly.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to test my body temperature, and said gently with concern: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"……"fool!

I decided to change the method, I can understand what he said, it should be easy to learn to speak.

I tried hard to imitate his voice just now: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

The boy's expression looked more worried.

Obviously it sounds exactly the same to me, but it seems that he didn't understand at all.

I'm even more depressed.

Chapter3

My wounds are finally healed.

I was very happy. After the teenager picked me up and tried the weight, he was not very satisfied.

"Why are you so thin?" He asked slightly worried.

"Eat more." Although I have recovered, he still feeds me bite by bite with his own hands.

I accepted it with warm cheeks.

In the afternoon, the boy went out as usual.

My body has recovered, and now I can finally go out with the boy. I must do my best to help him.

I firmly thought.

But what I didn't expect was that when the boy found that I followed his footsteps out of the door, his expression suddenly changed.

"Go back!" He sternly shouted, I was startled, and immediately retreated into the house.

He followed into the house and closed the door.

what happened?

I've never seen him look so stern, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Don't go out." He told me seriously, "It's dangerous outside."

It turned out to be worried about me.I breathed a sigh of relief, I was really scared by him just now.

But I just walked out the door just now, as for yelling at me so severely?What's more, I really want to help him and fight side by side with him.

I can't help feeling a little aggrieved.

I told him: "I just want to help you, don't worry, I can protect myself because my ability is..."

But before I finished speaking, he had already turned and left, and the door was closed with a "snap".

He can't understand me.

I was dumbfounded, and after a while, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Ah, forget it.

He just overprotected me. Thinking of this, I feel a little relieved and a little happy.Find a way to communicate with him slowly in the future.

To communicate with him, first of all, let him believe that I can protect myself.

I decided to follow him out secretly, prove it to him, and surprise him.

Early in the morning, after hearing the news of him going out, I waited for a while before opening the door and following his trail.

There are ruins along the way, and occasionally a few people can be seen—the end of the world has sharply reduced the number of humans.

I carefully avoided people and followed the boy to the east.

I'm hyper defensive with anyone but teenagers.

The boy met a dozen men and women on the road, who should be his companions, and they walked towards the suburbs together.

As they walked, they were talking in low voices. Because they were not close, I couldn't hear clearly. I could only vaguely hear the words "zombie gathering place", "crystal nucleus", and "exchange".

When they came to a dilapidated building in the suburbs, they could tell that it should have been a beautiful European-style villa before.

As soon as the group of people were not far from the building, the vitality emanating from their bodies alarmed the zombies inside. These lifeless monsters were very sensitive to the vitality of living things, and had an instinctive bloodthirsty desire for living things.

One after another, horrific zombies crawled or walked out stiffly and slowly from the four corners of the dilapidated building, attacking them.

"Split up!" A young man with black hair and gray eyes yelled, and rushed in through the front door first.

The boy killed from the left side of the building while going around to the rear.

I hurriedly followed the boy to the back of the building.

Seeing that the boy was besieged by several zombies and was struggling, I was anxious and rushed over. The others were fighting and didn't notice me, and those zombies also turned a blind eye to me.

My ability is to hide my anger in front of the zombies, so that the zombies ignore my existence.

That's why I have been able to live from the previous years of fleeing to the present.

I rushed over quickly, knocked the two zombies into the air, moved left and right nimbly, and started fighting with them.

After a while, the boy killed several other zombies, and came over to join me in killing these two zombies as well.

After the battle was over, I turned around and looked at the boy expectantly. However, the surprise expression I expected did not appear, and the boy's face sank like water.

He strode towards me, his face was terribly gloomy, and before I could recover, I was grabbed by him with such strength that I cried out in pain,

What's wrong?I looked at him blankly and a little scared, not knowing why.