Chapter 119 Don’t you have any feelings for me?
"Shengsheng, I can protect you."
Liang Yingsheng became impatient and took out his horsewhip and waved it.
The sound of the whip cutting through the sky was exceptionally loud, accompanied by an afterimage, as if it would fall on him in the next second.
Chen Qingke shuddered suddenly and stepped back quickly.
Then, he looked at Liang Yingsheng with grief and anguish, "Shengsheng, do you really have no feelings for me at all? Shengsheng, I know I was wrong. Can we reconcile?"
"Can't."
Liang Yingsheng refused coldly.
Chen Qingke clutched his heart and said in pain, "I won't give up, at least not until there's another man standing by your side."
He had inquired and found out that Liang Yingsheng and the man named Yuan Xuyang were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Liang Yingsheng's younger brother is a doctor, who is very popular in the apocalypse. In addition, Liang Yingsheng himself has good fighting skills, which makes him many times stronger than Sun Hanxue.
Frowning, Liang Yingsheng said sincerely, "If you really love me, please leave my sight and don't give me nightmares."
Chen Qingke looked like he had been abandoned by a scumbag girl. He pretended to rub the corner of his eyes, looking exhausted, and said, "I, I understand."
What bad luck.
He pursed his lips, turned around and prepared to leave, when he unexpectedly saw Xiao Yan standing by the wall not far away.
He was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, wearing a thick military coat with the brim of his hat pulled down low. He stood there tall, with a silver background behind him, making him look particularly conspicuous.
Really handsome.
Liang Yingsheng thought to himself, curling his lips and meeting Xiao Yan's slightly indifferent gaze: "I didn't expect Captain Xiao to have a habit of eavesdropping."
Putting away the intercom, Xiao Yan sneered and turned away, "Not interested."
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Yi Songping's dormitory is on the fifth floor, where only one room is recruiting roommates, and the remaining three are all male.
Liang Yingsheng provided a four-piece set and basic living utensils, and also gave Yi Songping an extra torn bed sheet to use as a curtain.
When Liang Qiuwen returned to his dormitory, he had just delivered something to Yi Songping.
"Shengsheng, that old man Yi seems difficult to get along with. You usually don't like to meddle in other people's business, so why is he so…"
It was Liang Zhimo who told the couple that in order to save Yi Songping, Liang Yingsheng went to the gangsters' lair alone despite the danger.
"By the way, it mainly depends on the supplies in the cave."
Lifting his eyelids, Liang Yingsheng made up a random excuse, "Later, I saw that he didn't have much use for his sniper rifle, so I decided to make some friends with him."
Knowing Liang Yingsheng's thoughts, Liang Qiuwen nodded and said, "Although he's a bit quiet, he's a good person. Let's invite him to have dinner together tonight."
"good."
The temperature is close to minus sixty degrees Celsius and has been fluctuating around this level all day. It seems that this is the limit.
They added another blanket for each person, replaced the balcony with heavy blackout curtains, and the family locked the door into the space.
Looking at the lush trees, blooming flowers, and the wooden house standing on the lawn, my mood instantly improved.
The first batch of wheat was ready to be harvested. The small rice thresher was taken out of the warehouse. Liang Qiuwen and Liang Zhimo took sickles to the field to harvest the wheat, while Zhou Lanxin threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.
"I heard that the activity room has been cleared out and turned into an exchange. Every evening from 7 to 8 pm, the survivors of Jiangnan Middle School can go there to set up stalls and exchange what they need."
Hearing this, Liang Yingsheng's eyebrows twitched, and he seemed interested.
A large basket of chicken and duck eggs was harvested, and the lambs born earlier are also growing healthily.
The cow was also pregnant, so Liang Qiuwen threw a lot of fresh sweet potato seedlings into it, and the space became more and more full of life.
After finishing the work, I started preparing dinner.
I cooked the ten packets of instant noodles I was given this time in one pot, added two cans of luncheon food, steamed two salted fish, and the staple food was multi-grain steamed buns.
The small dormitory was filled with steaming hot vapor.
"Zhimo, go call that old man Yi to dinner. Shengsheng, go call Suiyi over."
Yi Songping was still wearing his worn cotton coat, his beard was cut shorter, and a lot of his messy hair was shaved off. After washing his face, he looked much more energetic.
Perhaps it was because people of the same age had more topics to talk about, and with Liang Qiuwen's persistence, he relaxed a lot and even briefly introduced himself.
Veteran, former sniper, 49 years old.
Upon hearing that he was a veteran, Liang Qiuwen and Zhou Lanxin became even more enthusiastic towards him, and praised Liang Yingsheng for his good judgment in people.
"Uncle Yi, to be honest, my brother is too weak. I just want you to be his master and teach him some moves that can strengthen his body."
Liang Yingsheng pushed Liang Zhimo. If he wanted to keep Yi Songping and make him his own person, he had to find a suitable reason.
Liang Zhimo was caught off guard and almost fell down after being pushed by Liang Yingsheng. Then, he looked at his sister with a rather resentful look.
“…”
He's really not that fragile.
"I see your brother is in good health."
Yi Songping took a sip of wine, and an expression of satisfaction instantly appeared on his face.
Rolling his eyes, Liang Yingsheng smiled and said, "He just looks healthy. He's a medical student who stays at home all day reading books and lacks exercise. We still have parents to protect, so I hope he can learn some survival skills. Since Uncle Yi is a veteran, he must have rich experience in this area."
Suiyou, who was eating a steamed bun, echoed, "Ah, yes, Shengsheng is right, Uncle Yi, you will be Zhimo's master from now on."
As parents, they naturally hope that their children have strong abilities to fight against zombies. Liang Qiuwen and Zhou Lanxin followed suit to dissuade them.
Liang Yingsheng stood up and walked to the closet, pretending to be mysterious and holding out a bottle of Maotai. "Uncle Yi, this is my brother's tuition."
When Yi Songping saw the brand new bottle of Moutai, his eyes lit up and he said, "Then I won't be polite."
Liang Qiuwen is also a wine lover. He felt heartbroken when he saw his daughter giving away a bottle of Moutai for nothing.
Even if he wants to learn from a master, just give him a bottle of ordinary wine, this prodigal child.
After eating and drinking, Yuan Rong came to Liang Qiuwen to chat, so the three old men simply formed a card game and started playing Landlord.
He casually took Liang Yingsheng aside and said, "Shengsheng, why do I feel that you are being a little too nice to that Uncle Yi? People's hearts are hidden. What if he is not a veteran at all?"
"I know what's going on. Don't worry, Uncle Yi will only bring benefits to us."
We will face more severe tests in the future, but with the sniper master Yi Songping around, our lives will be more secure.
The three of them became addicted to playing cards. Zhou Lanxin felt itchy in her hands, so she ran to find Lin Xiu and made an appointment with another aunt to play cards.
Liang Yingsheng took Liang Zhimo to the activity room casually.
It was exactly seven o'clock and the activity room was already crowded. Cao Lei had divided the ground into areas with tape in advance. There were limited stalls, but there were thousands of survivors living in Jiangnan Middle School.
There are also rules for setting up stalls. For example, if someone sets up a stall today, they need to wait two days before continuing to do so.
It was freezing cold outside, but the activity room of 70 or 80 square meters was much warmer because of the constant flow of people.
There are all kinds of stalls selling all kinds of things.
(End of this chapter)
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