Chapter 11 Never Fear Disaster Today (Part 2)

By the time Chu Xiuyan and the civet cat returned to the village after playing and joking, the sky had become increasingly dark, with only a faint glow of sunset in the distance.

The young man held a straight branch in his hand, pressing it against the boy's back, and said coldly: "Boy, surrender, you can't escape now."

The civet cat walking in front with his hands in his pockets looked hopeless. He saw Zhang Chun at the entrance of the village and said coldly, imitating the boy's tone: "You are the one who can't escape, idiot."

Chu Xiuyan: “?”

He looked up and met Zhang Chun's eyes, smiling and saying hello: "Uncle, I'm not going home for dinner. I'm going to my aunt's house."

Zhang Chun looked at the young man and the child who came up to him and asked in a deep voice, "Did you go to the back mountain?"

"Yes." Chu Xiuyan said nonchalantly, "Weren't you watching the whole time?"

He smiled and tapped the ground with a branch, dragging out the last line of his words, "I can feel a gaze coming from under my feet... Uncle, you are so perverted."

Zhang Chun was stunned, as if he had not expected the boy's overly sharp perception. He kept holding back the words in his mouth, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

Chu Xiuyan: “?”

He didn't take it seriously and took the civet cat back to Shu Xiumei's home.

The orange light shines into the house, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

Chu Xiuyan was delighted when he saw Zhang Chun sitting at the table: "Uncle, you're here to eat too?"

Zhang Chun didn't say anything.

Shu Xiumei, who had just come out of the kitchen after washing her hands, looked at the two of them gently and said, "Wash your hands and eat first."

An ominous premonition flashed through the civet's mind, but the black-haired boy seemed to be unaware of it and still looked lively and cheerful.

Shu Xiumei looked at him and said, "Go wash your hands."

The civet cat quickly rushed into the kitchen.

After washing his hands, Chu Xiuyan sat at the table, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The child looked at this person's face, then that person's face, as if he had discovered something, and carefully tugged at Chu Xiuyan's sleeve.

The black-haired boy looked at him blankly, holding a piece of rice in his mouth, chewing it and swallowing it.

Shu Xiumei picked up a piece of meat for each of them and said gently, "You must be tired after playing all day. Eat more."

"Okay, thank you, auntie!"

The ominous feeling made the civet cat feel very uncomfortable while eating this meal.

After the black-haired boy finished eating, he wanted to stay for a while, but was dragged away by Zhang Chun with a sullen face, grabbing his collar.

When there were only two people left in the room, Guo Li helped to clean up the dishes and followed behind Shu Xiumei, pinching his fingers as if struggling with something.

Finally, he whispered, "Mom, I went to the back mountain today."

Shu Xiumei was washing dishes: "Yeah, I know."

The boy was dejected: "I'm sorry, Mom, I went to a very dangerous place... I made you worry, I won't do it next time."

Shu Xiumei paused while washing dishes, and the cold water washed over the back of her hands, bringing waves of coolness.

She quickly calmed down, turned around, squatted down, gently rubbed the boy's hair, and said, "It's actually me who should apologize, Xiaoli. It's mom... who put too much pressure on you."

Shu Xiumei's eyes were filled with sadness, but her smile was warm. "Before, we lived in a very bad and harsh environment, so mom only hoped that you could stay away from danger, live well, grow up healthily, and become an ordinary adult."

“But now, it’s different.”

Shu Xiumei wiped the water off her hands, held the boy's shoulders, and said seriously: "In this village, no one will steal or rob, fight over trivial matters, and no one will break into other people's homes in the middle of the night... So, Xiaoli, you can go out and run, laugh, make trouble, play with your friends, and grow up happily."

Shu Xiumei seemed to be speaking to the boy, but also to herself: "It's safe here. No one will hurt us. In fact... there will be many people to protect us."

The civet raised his head, a tear dripped down his cheek, his mind went blank for a moment, and he said in panic: "Mom, why are you crying?"

Shu Xiumei wiped away her tears and said, "Nothing..."

Her expression changed and suddenly became serious. "Open your palms."

The civet cat opened its hands in confusion.

The next second, a big, rough hand covered with calluses fell on the small palm.

The civet cat was stunned.

"This is a small lesson. Xiaoli, no matter how fun the back mountain is, you can't go there alone in the future, do you understand?" Shu Xiumei said seriously.

“…”

"Yeah, okay."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Zhang Chun fell into a painful struggle.

Next to him was a heartless black-haired boy, waving the straight branch in the air.

In the dim night, the moonlight was hazy, and the wind blew up the fine dust, bringing a hint of coolness.

Shu Xiumei's voice was still echoing in Zhang Chun's mind.

"You brought that child back home. Even if he seems to be close to me, he actually leans more towards you. So, go and talk to him. If it's you who said it, he will definitely take it to heart."

Even though he said that... he really never reasoned with others... he always used force to make others obey!

Zhang Chun covered his face and became depressed.

Chu Xiuyan noticed the strangeness of the person next to him and said casually: "Uncle, you look troubled. Do you want me to help you relieve it?"

Zhang Chun's mind was almost in a knot, and he said hesitantly: "Yun, Yunyan, what do you think of my strength?"

It took Chu Xiuyan a while to realize that Yun Yan was calling him, and he said, "He's just average, weaker than me."

The familiar choking style made Zhang Chun calm down instantly. He ignored the words and said to himself:

"But even someone as strong as me can't protect everyone. You know, my earth-based abilities are good at monitoring, but in the time it takes me to doze off or drink a sip of water, an enemy may invade or someone may suddenly die, and I won't be able to stop them in time."

Now that the words have been spoken, it's easier to continue.

"Power is not absolute. Don't let yourself or the people you want to protect face unnecessary dangers."

Chu Xiuyan paused, "When I am strong enough, all dangers will be nothing but a joke."

Zhang Chun stopped and looked at the boy, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"I used to be as confident as you, but then... I lost everything."

…

It was late at night and Chu Xiuyan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

【The system chats with me. 】

The system is silent.

[Is there any software function like playing videos or games? ]

The system said unhappily: [How is it possible? Where would I get the energy to do that? ]

Chu Xiuyan put his hands under his head and looked at the dark ceiling. [What do you mean by that uncle? He once had everything, but because of some mistakes, he lost everything?]

The system was silent for a moment, then calmly said: [Zhang Chun's existence may have caused you to have some misunderstandings about this world. This is the end of the world after a natural disaster. The original order has collapsed, human nature has been distorted, and most people have a very difficult time even surviving. No matter how powerful a person is, they will suffer a very tragic failure.]

Chu Xiuyan hugged his head and curled himself up in the quilt.

[System, can I do it too? ]

【……】

Before the system could figure out how to respond, the black-haired boy said to himself: [No, that's not right, I shouldn't think that way. When I start to hesitate and start to choose to give up, all the disasters will come to me.]

Chu Xiuyan's confused thoughts suddenly became clear.

[System, you are right. I am special, so I can do what others cannot do.]

System: [? Wait, what did I say? ]

Chu Xiuyan excitedly got up from the bed, rushed to Zhang Chun's door, knocked hard, and said happily: "Uncle! Let's go for a night run!"

Zhang Chun, who was awakened, said: "..."

He began to wonder if this was the boy's revenge on him.

When the second wave of shouting sounded at the door, Zhang Chun refused with a headache.

Chu Xiuyan smacked his lips: "Okay, then I'll go jogging alone."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

Zhang Chun pulled the quilt over his head, lay back down, and quickly fell asleep.

The other side.

Chu Xiuyan was in extremely high spirits as he ran around the village.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw a black dog curled up beside a tree stump. The villagers had built a doghouse for it, and it was sleeping soundly in it, even snoring.

Suddenly, the sleeping black dog was pulled out of its warm nest by a pair of hands. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a face with a bright smile.

"Hei! Let's go for a night run!"

The black dog was shocked: "??? Woof——"

The boy dragged it away by force using a rope, leaving a deep claw mark on the ground and a mournful howl.

At this moment, a dark shadow gradually emerged outside the village and walked slowly towards the village. Its heavy footsteps made a rustling sound on the ground.

The moonlight fell, illuminating the face of the visitor.

It’s Cui Zhiyong.

At this moment, he was in a disheveled state, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered with blood. His blue eyes, which should have been bright, were now dazed. His body was staggering as he walked, as if he was going to fall down at the next second.

Chu Xiuyan saw him and greeted him: "What a coincidence, you're back, did you go for a night run?"

Cui Zhiyong didn't have the strength to speak. He just shook his head and watched the black-haired boy dragging the struggling black dog away with full energy.

He took out a wrinkled booklet from his pocket and wrote a line of crooked words on a blank page.

[At 1 a.m., the target was observed forcibly dragging the black dog for a night run. ]

Then, he continued to walk in one direction with heavy steps and a clear purpose.

Zhang Chun had a light sleep and seemed to be aware of a gaze in a daze. He opened his eyes alertly and found a dark shadow standing beside the bed, looking at him quietly.

Looking closely, it was Cui Zhiyong who was silent.

Zhang Chun: "...What are you doing?"

Cui Zhiyong threw the booklet over without saying a word, then walked out the door like a ghost.

Zhang Chun opened the booklet speechlessly, and the next second, all kinds of scenes that were hot enough to be blurred came into view.

"Hmm~"

he:"……"

Cui Zhiyong, who had just walked out of the door, touched the book in his arms, suddenly turned around and walked quickly to the bed, snatched the pornographic book from Zhang Chun's hand, and threw another booklet to him without changing his expression.

"Observation record, look."

Cui Zhiyong's voice was extremely hoarse, and the strength he had just mustered disappeared in an instant, and he walked out the door again tiredly and slowly.

Zhang Chun looked at the booklet in his arms, confused: "Ah, do you want me to see this?"

He rubbed his brows with a headache, looked at the open door, put the booklet aside, then got out of bed, closed the door and locked it.

Only then did he go back to bed and continue sleeping with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it was before a faint voice suddenly rang out.

"Uncle, uncle."

Zhang Chunsheng, who was woken up for the third time, looked over helplessly and saw a black head sticking out of the window. In the thick darkness, he could vaguely see a pair of bright eyes.

Chu Xiuyan stood on tiptoe outside the window and said carefully: "After I came back from the mountains, I wanted to tell you something, but I forgot because you were too serious. That... When I was playing in the mountains, I felt three gazes, one from underground, one from behind - that is, the slippery stalker. There was also a gaze from the sky, which was different from your spying. That gaze was full of malice and very dangerous."

After saying this, he left contentedly.

Zhang Chun sat on the bed, slowly raised his hand to ruffle his hair, and thought expressionlessly:

I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.