his tongue-in-cheek guide

The surname Fernand is so ordinary that you can find thousands of people with the surname Fernand in the vast land of country E.

Fang Qi frowned: "Old man, are you kidding me? You said your surname is Fernand. What's the difference between that and telling others my surname is Fang?"

Lu Lanqiu didn't speak, but there was a trace of confusion in her eyes.

Although this surname is ordinary, it is not to the point of being a bad street, and he always feels that he has seen this surname recently.

Lu Lanqiu's memory was never wrong, but if he didn't remember it immediately, then he must have accidentally overlooked something.

Seeing Lu Lanqiu and Fang Qi's puzzled expressions, the old man showed a playful expression: "The name is a symbol, it just gives the strange old man in front of you a specific code name, since you are leaving soon, why do you bother to understand?" And me."

This weird old man surnamed Fernand, with a bit of childish naughtiness and a bit of mystery like a prophet, was the first time Lu Lanqiu met such a person.

He looked down at the boy lying on the boulder, he was struggling to open his mouth like a fish in a river rut, the high fever made him breathe hard and quickly, looking very pitiful.

The old man Fernand looked at the young man in pain, and sighed, Fang Qi said: "Sentry, I will leave this child to you, on the other hand, leave these children to me."

The two bottles of water that Lu Lanqiu gave him were only enough for these people to use for a day in the desert. Whether they could survive after that was all up to luck. The old man's words seemed as easy as taking a group of children on a spring outing.

"Then, it's all up to you." Lu Lanqiu gritted her teeth and turned around.

"Okay, Teacher Lu, stop talking nonsense, we still have a long way to go, if we can't reach the town before dark, this little bastard will not be able to survive." After that, one on each side, holding Lu Lanqiu and the boy together shoulders, ready to head for their jeep.

"Old guy, I don't care who you are. I'm not polite to say that I'm dubious about what you say now, but the road ahead is long." Fang Qi turned his head, his dark eyes were determined and resolute: "You must live on. .”

The old man waved his hand and said goodbye: "This desert is not easy for people to live in, but if you try it, maybe there will be a miracle?" Walking in the opposite direction to Fang Qi and the others.

The magnificent sun in the desert shines on the golden sand dunes, revealing a gorgeous purple in the thin morning mist.

The beauty of the desert is never compromised by its dangers.

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On the edge of City C, there is such a small town. As the last supply center before entering the desert, it was once prosperous because of the tourism and oil industry of country I.

The town even attracted more than tens of billions of investment to develop a resort, but these fragile prosperity were quickly destroyed by the outbreak of the zombie virus and the troubles of the rebel army.

After several riots and raids, there were still less than [-] residents left in the town, some of whom were stationed in the town by the rebel army.

The rest are just old, weak, sick and disabled who can't stand the long-distance migration.

Mr. Jimmy's Bar is one of them.

Today is a rare day to open a store. Since the last mass migration of refugees and days of looting caused by the riots in the capital, the rebel army has robbed enough supplies and finally calmed down.

The town has been unusually quiet for the past two days.

Mr. Jimmy is a somewhat ordinary middle-aged man. His short stature and somewhat cowardly character make him doomed to be mediocre all his life.

But no matter how ordinary little people are, they also have their own set of survival rules.

Just like at this moment, he was kept by the rebel army because he was willing to hand over food and gossip in some taverns as protection money.

He has a wife and a daughter. The 16-year-old daughter looks as ordinary as her father. However, it is because of this ordinary appearance that she can survive in the small town where the rebel army is infested.

However, his wife has a serious leg problem. It is said that she broke her leg in a car accident when she was young. As a result, she can only sit at the bar and wipe the cups all day long.

There is also a helper in the store, Philip, who is responsible for moving goods and cleaning. He is an old man over fifty and a bit rickety.

The whole family is old, weak, sick and disabled, which is why Mr. Jimmy is not willing to migrate with the big flow.

The bar today is very quiet. Although the business is not good on weekdays, there are at least two or three tables of customers to make ends meet.

Today, there is only a table of eccentric guests supporting Mr. Jimmy's business.

This is the tenth time Mr. Jimmy has set his sights on that table today.

Those are two very outstanding men. Of course, excellence is only relative.

First of all, it must be said that a large part of the reason why Mr. Jimmy was attracted to that table was the appearance of those two people.

Even in a small town close to the capital city C, there are rarely such outstanding Asian men. Asians are rare enough, let alone such good-looking Asians.

Mr. Jimmy claimed to have seen the world when he was young, but when he saw these two people, he still deeply felt the malice from the Creator.

The tall one is a bit like the black panther raised by the nobles of country I, with jet-black hair and eyes, slightly murderous eyes, you never know when they will attack you like you, but that vigorous and agile figure People are still amazed by the wild handsomeness on his body.

The other...Mr. Jimmy silently lowered his head and wiped the tables and chairs. When he met his gaze just now, he suddenly thought of a legendary flower called Miyi in the desert.

This kind of flower only blooms once in a lifetime, and only one flower blooms in five years. Its petals have five colors, and the blooming time is only two days. Once the flowering period is over, it will wither.

So its flower language is "moment of love".

When he saw this person, Mr. Jimmy thought of this flower for no reason.

The two men came in and ordered two bottles of beer. Country I does not produce wheat, and the wheat used for brewing is all imported, but because of a unique hop in the desert, the brewed beer has a unique taste.

These two people just drank from two bottles of beer, looking at the wooden door that was shaken by the wind in the desert from time to time.

He must be waiting for someone.

The day after noon was extremely hot, the electric fan at the top of the lobby was whirling, and the TV in the center was intermittently broadcasting reports of riots in the capital.

Mr. Jimmy was a little sleepy, and when he was about to lie down on the bar and take a nap, the wooden door was pushed open again from the outside.

"Old Jimmy, serve us beer! This poisonous sun is killing people!"

Four or five people in black robes rushed in, the scimitars and guns on their waists were very conspicuous, and they uniformly wore a logo on their arms.

An eagle with the sun in its mouth.

This is the symbol of the rebel army, and it is said that because their leader believes that he is an eagle that can swallow the sun.

It looks like this nap is out of the question.

Mr. Jimmy sighed, touched three bottles of beer from the bar and sent them over.

"I said, old Jimmy, why is the business so deserted today? Where are those people on weekdays?" One of the bald men asked. Half of his head was covered with tattoos, including the bald back of his head. This man looked very scary.

"Hey, don't mention it, everyone is gone." Mr. Jimmy shrank his body, slipped through the gap between several people, and put down his beer, "Thanks to you for taking care of me."

A small number of these people are the original villagers, who were forced to work as minions, and occasionally came to his shop to give some money.

Although most people leave after drinking and patting their asses, they won't give him a penny.

"Speaking of taking care, did Sharif come to your store last night? He said he wanted to come to your store to drink, but he still hasn't come back at dawn." A small young man inside suddenly asked.

Mr. Jimmy was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't open the store all day yesterday. How could someone come?

This is not easy to answer, if you say so, I am afraid that this group of people will not believe it, this person is gone, I am afraid that they will make trouble for themselves.

He could only smirk: "Really, I drank too much last night and went to bed early, and my wife looks at the store."

"I said, old Jimmy, why don't you give up this store? If I ask you, you might as well close the store and mess with us. It's just such a broken store. I'm afraid the money you make is not as good as your daily expenses. "One of the young men with scars on his face smiled and grabbed his shoulders and joked.

"Don't make fun of me," Mr. Jimmy said with a wry smile, turning his face to the side: "There are other guests."

As soon as these words came out, several people immediately turned their attention to the two people who had been drinking quietly at the table.

The short young man just went over to take a look unintentionally, but he couldn't take his eyes away as soon as he set his eyes on one of them.

——A very handsome Asian man.

He turned his head and made a gesture to the others, and the others understood, and the five of them got up and went to the table together.

"Two handsome guys, a little unfamiliar, first time here?" The little man stretched out his hand and rubbed the rim of the shorter Asian man's cup vaguely.

"Well, it's my first time here." The man smiled and let go of the cup calmly.

"Then, do you want us to take you to play?" The little man smiled and grabbed the other's hand that was being withdrawn, but just as he was about to touch the pink fingertip, he was knocked off with a "snap".

This blow was very clever, and it seemed to be painless, but in fact, half of the little man's hand was numb.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have such thoughts."

The voice came from another person that the little man hadn't noticed just now. That person withdrew his hand, picked up the glass of beer, aimed at the place where the previous person had just drank, and drank it down in one gulp.

The author has something to say: ——Boys must learn to protect themselves outside, Mr. Lu.

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