Scumbags Follow the Good System

When Cong Liang realized that he had done something stupid, his whole body froze. Ding Mao was even stiffer than her. He lowered his head and stared at the quilt for a long time before clenching his fingers into fists, and was silently pushed behind him.

This time it's over, I don't even stare at her anymore, Congliang said "five five five five..." for a long time, but no "uncle" came out, the scene was indescribably weird and awkward.

Congliang really wanted to find a reasonable explanation for her impulsive and wretched behavior. However, if she opened her mouth and bit someone, she could still say that she didn't pay attention. The licking method, for any reason, seems so pale.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The system that hasn't spoken for a long time can always catch up with the key points and come out to block Congliang, "Do you think Dingmao's psychological shadow area now has 9.6 million square kilometers?"

"Go away!" Congliang cut off the link unceremoniously, swirled around the room anxiously and swallowed the two pieces of jerky in his mouth, then leaned over to Ding Mao's side, grabbed his coat and shook it, "Five …uncle."

"What am I, I am..."

Ding Mao looked up at her, as if she wanted to hear her explanation. Cong Liang slumped for a long time, and finally only uttered: "I didn't mean to... I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ding Mao raising his hand, "Don't talk." Ding Mao looked as usual, "Didn't you say you want to go downstairs, go ahead."

She opened the door of the private room from Liang Zin's lips and felt that she was going too far this time, but some things were really not intentional. She had been affectionate with Da Bao'er for several lifetimes, and suddenly asked her to keep a distance, she would not be able to turn around for a while. Come on.

As she walked down the stairs, Congliang sighed the whole time. She found the corridor where she had hidden the rice that day and got the rice. She carried it and walked two blocks before she found a small clinic.

Congliang put the rice at the door, found a few plastic bags, anti-inflammatory and anti-fever, and ointment, etc., scratched a lot of various kinds, and she also took a lot of medical injections in the small pharmacy. Both saline and glucose are useful, glucose can be drunk directly, and saline can be used for washing.

Congliang tied the handles of several plastic bags together, carrying rice on one shoulder and plastic bags on the other. On the way back, she noticed a supermarket that was almost looted. She looked up at the sky. Taking the attitude of chance, I went in and shook it.

The food that can be eaten in the supermarket and the things that are commonly used in life are basically gone. She wandered around for several times and found two pairs of slippers that fit in, and under a dumped shelf, she found a bag of leftover chocolate powder.

Congliang carried things on his back and returned to the building before it got dark and foggy. Before entering the door, he put chocolate powder in his arms. The eldest baby loves sweets all his life. ."

The entire glass door was wrapped in waste plastic on the roof. Cong Liang put down the rice and medicines, stood at the door and tried to open and close it several times. It seemed to be quite tight.

I have to say that the uncles and aunts are not physically strong, but in terms of living ability, there is absolutely nothing to say that the door is very good, and she likes it. She turned around and all the air vents, sewers, including toilets, were scrapped by birds. The plastic was blocked. When she left more than two hours ago, there was still a layer of dirty dust in the entire restaurant. After a while, she had basically cleaned it up very decently.

Even the panoramic glass windows were several degrees brighter than before, and they were obviously wiped. The long table she put together was also covered with quilts, giving it a sense of sight.

The other private rooms were useless, she said, so they were distributed to the seriously injured people. When the rice was retrieved from Liang, the aunt took it over immediately, put two pots in the sink, opened the ventilation skylight in the kitchen and cooked it. After the rice was cooked, it was actually a cardboard shell that I didn't know where to get it...

The medicine she retrieved, the injured also helped each other, wiped it off, ate the food, talked to each other in a low voice, and was kind, not at all like the bad scene of fighting over two bags of instant noodles just now, Cong Liang looked around. After a circle, inexplicably I can see a little meaning of home.

After experiencing the bird tide on the rooftop during the day, and leaving so many young adults, these people can be considered to share weal and woe. Cong Liang smiled. These old people and women got together, and she saw a kind of perseverance in life. The gentlest power in the world comes from old people and women.

Before Congliang entered the house to see Dingmao, she ran to the kitchen first. One of the two aunts tore the paper shell, and the other stirred the opened pot. When Congliang came in, she was stunned for a moment, and then took the initiative to ask her if she was hungry. They knew that the rice was brought back from Liang, and they were a little too polite to her.

"No, no," Congliang didn't quite get used to this kind of "elder's" flattery, and shook his head sharply, "I want to find a small pot to boil some water."

"Are you thirsty?" said one of the aunts with gray hair and several Band-Aids on her face, "Would you like some rice soup?"

"Yes, yes," another aunt also said, "It will take a while to boil the water. You see, this rice soup is not bad. We have washed the rice well, and it has been boiled for a while, and it is very nutritious."

Before Cong Liang could speak, the aunt took out two large bowls from the basement cupboard and filled her a full bowl of rice soup. She was afraid that she would be hot, so she thoughtfully dragged a plate from the bottom of the large bowl. Also put a spoon.

The rice soup really looked good, and there was a strong aroma of rice. Cong Liang took it over and thanked her very moved. He took the soup bowl and walked out of the kitchen. An aunt who came out was the first to reach out and open the door for her.

Congliang didn't know what to say, but the aunt was so polite that she blushed, quickly said thank you, and hurried into the private room, Ding Mao was sitting on the bed made of the table, Congliang glanced at it and sighed. With a straight waist line, he got into the spare room of the private room.

Ding Mao was sitting in a daze, twisting and twisting. When he saw Congliang coming back, his back was straight and turned into an old green pine. His eyes were uncontrollably stalking Congliang's figure in the spare room, and his fingers nervously grabbed the corner of the quilt.

Cong Liang took out the chocolate powder in his arms, tore open the bag and scooped several spoons into it. After stirring it, it seemed a little thin, so he scooped a few more spoons.

It feels almost the same. I took a small spoonful of it and tasted it. The aroma of rice and chocolate blended together, which was unexpectedly good. Not to mention in this world, even in normal life, this taste can also be called delicious.

Congliang scooped two more spoonfuls of chocolate powder and added a little sweetness. He rolled up the unsealed bag and stuffed it into the spare cabinet. Holding the soup bowl, he walked to Ding Mao's side, lifted a corner of the quilt and put it under the on the table.

"Fifth Uncle," Cong Liang flattered and flattered, scooped up a spoon and handed it to Ding Mao, "Chocolate rice soup, try it."

Ding Mao glanced at Congliang and gently pushed her hand, "You drink it."

"Oh, I don't like sweet drinks." Cong Liang said, "I brought it back for you, so... don't be mad at me... Dad?"

Ding Mao's lips moved, as if he objected to the name "Dad", but he didn't say anything, just looked at Congliang with a strange look, "I remember, you have bad teeth, and you always eat a lot. sugar."

Every time I went out to find something to eat, I repeatedly emphasized that he wanted him to find candy. Once he found a whole box of chocolate wine hearts, the little girl was so happy, how could she not like sweets?

Cong Liang was stunned, thinking that she didn't like to eat any kind of savage food, she liked to eat the old-fashioned anhydrous cake baked by Da Baoer, with less sugar and strong egg flavor.

Ding Mao was obviously talking about the original body, and Congliang smiled and said, "I'm tired of eating—you try it quickly."

The spoons were brought to Ding Mao's mouth, Ding Mao glanced sideways at the whole bowl of hot chocolate, and reached out to grab Cong Liang's hand.

Cong Liang thought that Ding Mao was about to take the spoon in her hand, but just as he was about to let go, he saw that Ding Mao had lowered his head and his lips were close to the spoon.

Ding Mao drank a spoonful and then let go of Cong Liang's hand. From the way he pursed his lips, Cong Liang knew that he was very useful and liked it very much.

She scooped another spoonful and blew it to Ding Mao's lips. Ding Mao didn't hold her hand this time and drank from the spoon.

Cong Liang fed spoonfuls by spoonfuls, fed half a large bowl, glanced at him, and inadvertently swept to Ding Mao's fingers that were idle and had nothing to do with the quilt...

Therefore, Ding Mao's leg was injured, not a hand disability. She had been feeding a child for a long time, and then she felt that something was wrong.

Cong Liang paused for a while, then scooped another spoon and handed it to Ding Mao's mouth. Ding Mao lowered his head to take it, so she deliberately tilted the spoon to the side, and the chocolate smeared the corner of Ding Mao's mouth. Cong Liang held the spoon, Very naturally, he wiped the chocolate from the corner of Ding Mao's lips with his knuckles, and then handed it to his mouth and licked it off as if nothing had happened.

After finishing the vote, she lowered her head just to see Ding Mao grabbing the quilt's hand and suddenly clenched it into a fist. Liang Qiang calmly scooped another spoon and handed it over. Ding Mao pushed her hand away this time. .

"I don't drink anymore." Ding Mao's voice was a little deep, "It's too sweet, you jerk."

Congliang: "..." would be wrong? Cong Liang lifted his eyes and glanced at Ding Mao quickly, but he couldn't see what his expression meant, but the atmosphere was a little sweet and sticky, like hot chocolate sprinkled all over his body.

She drank the remaining half of the bowl from Liangduan to the preparation room by herself. For the rice porridge in the evening, Dingmao had a large bowl from Congliang, and she also ate a small bowl with the unfinished jerky.

When the fog comes up, the plastic-wrapped door isolation is still effective, but it will inevitably come in, causing people to get sleepy early when it gets dark.

Cong Liang came out of the private room and saw a lot of people sleeping on the "Datong Shop". She walked around the restaurant a few times. The mice here were all killed during the day. I drilled the mouse's hole and didn't see any fish that slipped through the net, so I returned to the private room.

The two of them washed briefly with salt water. After a while, Ding Mao also began to yawn. Cong Liang held the quilt and spread it on the cabinet. Like the table outside, it was made of marble. enough.

But she didn't dare to sleep with Ding Mao. She could restrain herself during the day, although her restraint was not very good, but when she fell asleep at night, she subconsciously moved her hands at night, just as involuntarily as she had to turn over when she fell asleep, it was impossible.

Ding Mao looked at Congliang lying on the narrow storage cabinet with complicated eyes. His lips moved, but he didn't ask her to come and sleep together. Congliang's private room was not small. The table top was comparable to a double bed.

But Ding Mao remembered that in the iron cylinder in the morning, he first opened his eyes to see Cong Liang sleeping in his arms, their bodies tightly touching each other and breathing intertwined. What made him stiff the most was that his thing was being held...

Thinking of this uncontrollable jump in Ding Mao's heart, he stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, forcibly cutting off the thoughts that he wanted to associate with what he felt at that time, sighed and lay down, pulling over the quilt to turn off the flashlight.

As for how Congliang fell to the ground in the middle of the night, how did he climb from the spare room to the private room, how did he climb on Dingmao's bed, get into Dingmao's bed, squeeze into his arms, Congliang woke up the next morning, watching The familiar chin, the warm embrace, and the even breathing on the forehead, the whole person is capitalized.

The author has something to say: Congliang: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

System: You can pull it down. The one who climbs the bed is called the one who is familiar with the road, and the sleepwalking state can make things happen, tsk tsk tsk...

Ding Mao: I also... don't know what happened.

System: You can do it. Who saw Congliang touch the bed last night and put her in the quilt and drag her in?