He quietly laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling of the cave. Another day. How many days has it been since I left home? Zhang Xiaoqiang thought in boredom. Why did I have to drink that glass of water yesterday? Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his chrysanthemum clench when he thought of how he and Yang Ke-er had gone to the bathroom.
"Good morning, Uncle!"
Yang Ke-er stood in front of the bed and greeted Zhang Xiaoqiang in high spirits.
With the light coming in through the cracks in the stone wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Ke-er who was standing in front of him.
Yang Ke-er seemed a little different than usual, but he couldn't tell what was different.
Yang Ke-er's hair was tied into a ponytail behind her right ear as usual. Her hair was black and glossy, and her two big eyes were like crescent moons, flashing mischievously. Her delicate and small nose was slightly wrinkled, and behind her rose-colored lips were small teeth that were as thin as porcelain shells. Along with Yang Ke-er's smile, they were slightly exposed.
Two small dimples shone on her smooth and bright oval face. She didn't put on any blush, but there were two healthy and natural blushes on her cheeks. Together with her slightly tilted chin, she looked like a beautiful sunflower.
In addition, she was wearing a set of camouflage clothes, and she looked like a valiant little army flower.
Today, Yang Ke-er was as dazzling as a sunflower, shining so brightly that Zhang Xiaoqiang felt dizzy. "You're useless!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang despised himself. No matter what, he was an old bird who had seen hundreds of erotic films. How could he be smitten by a little girl?
"Ah!
Uncle, you seem to be younger today! "Yang Ke-er was surprised to discover a new continent.
"Ha!
Really? "Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin happily." Could it be that the rainwater has a beautifying effect? "Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly thought.
"Really, really, you used to look as old as my father, but now you look as young as my uncle!"
Yang Ke Er said solemnly, and in order to prove her words, she looked around for a mirror to show her to him.
"…" Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply shocked. Now, his address had been reduced from 'Uncle' to 'Uncle'.
"I'm not a weird uncle!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in his heart.
"If you continue like this, you might even become an elder brother from uncle!" Yang Ke-er added.
"Brother?" An old song flashed across Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind.
Sister, go forth boldly! "
Walk on and don't look back
The road to heaven
Nine thousand nine hundred nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!
Sister, go forth boldly! "
Walk on and don't look back
The road to heaven
Nine thousand nine hundred nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!
Little sister, go ahead boldly!
Walk on and don't look back
From then on you built that Red Embroidery Building! "
Tossing red hydrangeas
Hit me right on the head.
Have a drink with you.
Red Sorghum wine.
Red Sorghum wine.
Little sister, go forth boldly!
Walk on and don't look back
"Uncle, look!" Yang Ke-er took out a small mirror from nowhere and shone it at Zhang Xiaoqiang, interrupting his fantasies.
"Hehe … haha …" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the pretty boy in the mirror and smiled wickedly.
Before the apocalypse, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was still an otaku, he was a fat and weak little fatty with a pair of lifeless eyes. Now, he was about 27 or 28 years old, with fair and smooth skin and a little handsome. He had stubble on his chin and looked somewhat manly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin and looked at the mirror as he sighed, "It's good to be young!"
"Uncle, when are we eating? I'm hungry!" Yang Ke-er once again interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's self-admiration.
"Shua, shua …" The wok spatula danced up and down in the iron wok. The smoked meat and cabbage were constantly being flipped in the iron wok. An alluring aroma entered his nose, and the gluttonous worm in his stomach began to growl.
A pot of white rice and a large plate of bacon and cabbage were firmly placed on the simple dining table. Yang Ke-er quickly picked up the lean meat and ignored the fat meat.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked gloomy at the side and ate gloomily.
"I also like to eat lean meat!" His heart let out a silent cry.
There was no need to bear it anymore!
Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up all the lean meat into his own bowl and then slowly tasted it.
"Uncle, how can you be like this?"
Yang Ke-er was very angry, very angry. She looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely, like a poor peasant who had a deep hatred for the landlord class. It was as if she was going to step on Zhang Xiaoqiang like a cockroach in the next moment.
Zhang Xiaoqiang would not budge no matter how violent the storm was, until Yang Ke-er's burning gaze made his face hot.
"Sigh!
I'm still not thick-skinned enough! "
Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head as he picked up a piece of fat meat from the plate and put it into Yang Ke-er's bowl. He lightly said, "Children are not allowed to be picky!"
"Stingy, stingy, shameless, I will poke you to death!" Yang Ke-er muttered as she used her chopsticks to poke at the fat meat in her bowl.
Zhang Xiaoqiang remained unmoved and continued to eat. "Ka!" A crisp sound came from Yang Ke-er's hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his head and was stunned.
A pair of chopsticks had pierced through the fat meat, through the rice, and out from the bottom of the bowl. Yang Ke-er let go of her chopsticks and looked at her right hand in a daze. Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth was wide open as he stared blankly at the chopsticks that had pierced through the bowl. The rice in his mouth started to drip down.
"There's a problem with the bowl!" Yang Ke-er said to Zhang Xiaoqiang, feeling wronged.
"Uncle, look!
This pole is too weak! "Yang Ke-er raised the broken Beast Horn Spear and showed it to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Bullshit!
How can you be so sure that you broke it on purpose and I didn't know that I did it? "Zhang Xiaoqiang thought that this was Yang Ke-er's revenge for making her eat the fat meat earlier.
"Aiya!
It's true! If you don't believe me, look! "Yang Ke-er raised the spear with her right hand and flicked three of her fingers." Kacha! "
The spear broke again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took in a breath of cold air.
"Go and lift the bag of rice." The two of them stood by the side of the rations as Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yang Ke-er and said.
"Uncle, you're bullying me again. How can I lift such a heavy thing?!" Yang Ke-er complained as she walked to the side of the rations and lifted a bag of rice with both hands.
The bag of rice that was over a hundred jin was lifted by Yang Ke-er like a balloon. Yang Ke-er weighed the bag of rice in her hands and seemed to be puzzled. She grabbed the corner of the bag and spun it a few times in the air.
"Uncle?
Is it filled with cotton? "Yang Ke-er asked suspiciously.
"That's not right!
Throw it over and let me see! "Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply regretted his decision.
The bag of rice smashed into Zhang Xiaoqiang and the huge impact caused him to fall to the ground.
"Aiyo!
My waist! "Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed miserably as he was squashed under the bag of rice.
"Haha!
Uncle, do you think I've become a superman?
Hehe!
Superwoman, I'm a salted egg superman, hahahaha … "Yang Ke-er got carried away as she spoke and increased the strength of her hands.
"Si!
Be gentler, are you trying to strangle me to death? "Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the bed and shouted at Yang Ke-er who was massaging his waist.