Chapter 95: The Little Zombie Cub and Grandpa Ming in the Old World (Part 2)
Gu Rong kicked the big rat to death, and Grandpa Ming roasted the rat. This dinner was a collaboration between the two, and both contributed.
After eating the rat legs, Gu Rong touched his stomach and burped. When he looked up, he saw Grandpa Ming taking apart a waste cardboard box.
After unpacking a few, Grandpa Ming made a simple mat on the floor and lay down on the cardboard boxes, ready to rest.
Gu Rong didn't know how to open the cardboard box, but since he was small, he crawled directly into the box and lay down inside to sleep.
Grandpa Ming turned his head and looked at him.
Gu Rong showed half of his little head, turned around and looked at Grandpa Ming, his big eyes blinking.
After looking at each other for two seconds, Grandpa Ming turned around, hugged his crutches, and fell asleep with his back to Gu Rong.
Seeing this, Gu Rong played with his hands awkwardly, then shrank his little head into the cardboard box, and the whole cub was put into the cardboard box.
Baby, go to sleep too!
One old and one young, one big and one small, were lying on the left and the right, with a slightly swaying fire in the middle, clearly defining the boundaries.
Nothing happened overnight.
The next few days were relatively peaceful and quiet. Gu Rong and Grandpa Ming maintained a clear distance from each other, each occupying one side of the bridge.
Grandpa Ming seemed to have taken a fancy to this bridge hole and decided to settle down here. He went out to look for food during the day and returned here before dark at night.
Gu Rong went out to look for his parents during the day, but he didn't dare to run too far for fear of getting lost and unable to come back, so he still returned to the bridge hole at night.
There were many rats under the bridge, and Gu Rong could hardly find any prey during the day. He kicked many rats to death one by one.
He put the big rat that he kicked to death under the half of the bridge that belonged to Grandpa Ming.
Although the old man looked fierce, the boy could sense that he had no ill intentions.
Grandpa Ming would just glance at the little girl and usually wouldn't say anything, but would just be responsible for roasting the mouse.
The division of labor between the old and the young is very clear, and they have a rare tacit understanding.
But the rest of the time, they lived their own lives, and Grandpa Ming always ignored Gu Rong, as if this little guy didn't exist.
That night, the two of them fell asleep separately. In the second half of the night, Gu Rong was awakened by a noise.
He climbed out of the cardboard box and looked outside. He saw Grandpa Ming, who was old and frail and seemed to have inflexible legs and feet, hitting the zombies on the head with the crutch in his hand. He hit one zombie at a time very skillfully, and basically knocked off a zombie's head with just one hit.
There were a dozen zombies in total, and none of them were a match for Grandpa Ming.
Gu Rong opened his mouth and eyes wide.
Grandpa Ming is so awesome!!
Grandpa Ming had a resolute expression. After knocking off the head of the last zombie, he looked straight at Gu Rong with a sharp gaze.
Seeing this, Gu Rong immediately shrank his head into the cardboard box and pretended to sleep.
The footsteps were approaching the cardboard box, and Grandpa Ming was walking towards him.
Gu Rong wanted to pretend to sleep at first, but when Grandpa Ming came over, he called him, "Little zombie cub."
This was the second sentence Grandpa Ming had said to him in so many days.
Upon hearing this, Gu Rong opened his eyes and looked up at Grandpa Ming.
Grandpa Ming said, "Little zombie cub, come out."
Gu Rong obediently crawled out of the cardboard box and stood in front of Grandpa Ming. He shook his little head and said in a soft and cute voice, "Baby, you're not a little zombie baby."
Grandpa Ming said, "You are the little zombie cub."
Gu Rong hugged his little arms and snorted, "Baby, you're not a little zombie baby!"
Grandpa Ming raised his cane and said, "My cane is fine if it hits an ordinary person, but it hits a zombie's head with a perfect hit. You said you're not a little zombie, so I'll hit you on the head with my cane and see if I can knock it off."
Upon hearing this, Gu Rong immediately hugged his little head with both hands, his face turned pale with fear. He looked at Grandpa Ming and the cane in his hand in fear, afraid that he would really hit his head off.
Grandpa Ming said coldly: "Whether it is a little zombie or not, we will know after fighting it."
Seeing that Grandpa Ming really wanted to hit him on the head, Gu Rong's face tightened and he confronted Grandpa Ming silently.
After a few seconds of confrontation, she curled her lips and burst into tears.
Grandpa Ming: “…………”
Grandpa Ming was stunned, and his hand holding the crutch was slightly unsteady.
Gu Rong held his head tightly with both hands, opened his mouth wide, and cried loudly. His little face was wrinkled from crying, and he looked so wronged and pitiful.
Tears fell down her face, she cried breathlessly, and her little voice choked with sobs: "Don't hit the baby's head! Don't hit the baby's head!! Waa ...
He had just witnessed how powerful Grandpa Ming was, knocking off a zombie's head with one blow, and he felt even more scared!
Grandpa Ming was just trying to scare the little cub. From the first day they met, he could tell that it was a little zombie cub.
If he had not been alert just now, this little zombie cub would have been taken away by those big zombies.
Seeing Gu Rong crying so aggrievedly and pitifully, Grandpa Ming looked a little uncomfortable.
He's just a two-year-old kid, how can he stand being scared?
Grandpa Ming glanced away, and his usually stern voice softened: "Stop crying, it's making so much noise."
Gu Rong didn't listen. He cried so hard that he hiccupped. While hiccuping, he kept repeating with sobs: "I won't hit you on the head! Bad grandpa, you are a bad grandpa!! Rongrong doesn't like bad grandpas!!!"
Grandpa Ming was getting anxious when he heard him yelling, and said impatiently, "Stop crying."
Gu Rong couldn't stop crying.
Grandpa Ming said, "Stop crying and go to sleep. I won't hit your head."
Gu Rong was crying so hard that her little body was shaking. One hand was still holding her little head and she refused to let go. With the other hand, she wiped her tears. She walked back to her cardboard box obediently and crawled into it to sleep.
Even when sleeping, Gu Rong held his little head with both hands, afraid that his head would be hit off.
In the next few days, no matter what Gu Rong did, he always held his little head. He only used one hand to eat, and put the other hand on his head to protect his little head, although he could not protect it at all.
Seeing this, Grandpa Ming regretted more and more that he had scared a two-year-old child. The more he regretted it, the uglier his face became, and the uglier and scarier it became.
The more Gu Rong dared not take his hands off his head.
Grandpa Ming sighed in his heart.
He is not a good grandfather, he is a bad grandfather.
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But after this incident, Gu Rong and Grandpa Ming became much closer.
Grandpa Ming also felt remorseful and became much more tolerant towards Gu Rong than before.
Although he still looks fierce on the surface, Gu Rong knows that although Grandpa Ming looks scary, he is actually good to Rongrong.
For example, every time Grandpa Ming went out to look for food, he would bring him back a bottle of milk. Every time he talked back to Grandpa Ming, Grandpa Ming threatened to hit him, but he never did.
Every time a big zombie came, Grandpa Ming would hold him behind him to protect him and prevent the big zombie from taking him away.
The space under the bridge was originally empty and simple, but after a while, tents were set up there.
Every day, Grandpa Ming took Gu Rong out to look for food and supplies, just like picking up scraps. If he found a small stool, he would bring it back. If he found a relatively intact bowl, he would also bring it back. If he found a quilt or clothes, he would also bring them back.
Gradually, they made a "home" under the bridge, with pots, pans, tables, chairs, beds and benches, everything you need.
People gradually moved in under the nearby bridge tunnels. These people had evolved some special abilities. Although their abilities were not very powerful and they could not enter the base, they could at least protect themselves.
Just like Grandpa Ming, he can knock off the zombies' heads with a wave of his cane, which is also a supernatural power.
The grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins all knew that Grandpa Ming had a lively, adorable, and sweet-talking grandson. He'd often give away treats, drinks, and fun things, even when he couldn't afford them himself. It was like returning to pre-apocalyptic human society, where this little cub had a touch of humanity.
Gu Rong also developed the habit of picking up things, and would take home any good things he saw.
Sometimes what he thinks is a good thing may just be a small tile, a relatively round stone, or a small bag.
Grandpa Ming was so amused when he saw it that he wanted to throw it away: "You little brat, is this a garbage dump? You pick up everything and bring it home."
Gu Rong carried the small bag on his back, protecting it like a child, not letting it go: "I found this when I was picking up trash!"
Grandpa Ming didn't care about him. If he wanted to keep it, he could keep it. It didn't take up any space anyway.
Gu Rong was very happy carrying his small bag. Every time he went out to look for food with Grandpa Ming, he would carry his small bag with an excited look on his face and rush to the front.
But one time, the small bag was accidentally caught on a branch and when he got home he discovered that there was a big hole in it.
All the small stones and cards that Gu Rong picked up fell off along the way.
When Grandpa Ming saw that the small bag was scrapped, he asked him to throw it away.
But Gu Rong refused. Looking at the big hole in the small bag and thinking about the things he had picked up being lost, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Grandpa Ming watched him cry for a while, and he was so annoyed that he didn't know what to do: "I'm so annoyed, kid, stop crying!"
But Gu Rong didn't listen. She grabbed her small bag and cried so hard that her body twitched.
Grandpa Ming had no other choice but to find a needle and thread and try to mend his clothes. However, he didn't know how to sew, and the more he sewed, the worse it became.
Seeing this, Gu Rong cried even harder.
At the end of crying, he was tired and leaned his little body on his little bed and fell asleep with tears still on his little face.
Grandpa Ming was silent for a long time, looking at the sleeping baby, picked up his small bag, and went to find Aunt Zhang next door.
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When Gu Rong woke up and couldn't see Grandpa Ming, he didn't care about his small bag anymore and sat at the entrance of the bridge waiting for Grandpa Ming.
After sitting down, he was so small that he held his chin with his little hands, looking eagerly ahead, waiting for Grandpa Ming to come home.
Before Grandpa Ming arrived, a big zombie came.
As soon as Gu Rong saw the big zombie, he stood up and ran.
After being chased for two blocks and successfully getting rid of the big zombie, Gu Rong also successfully got lost.
It was already evening, the sun was about to set, and it would soon be dark.
Gu Rong was walking in a strange place, calling out "Grandpa Ming", but he couldn't find the way home. He couldn't help but feel scared, and his little voice choked with sobs.
"Rongrong, Rongrong!"
A familiar voice came from a distance.
Gu Rong's eyes lit up, and he looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Grandpa Ming walking towards him anxiously with a small cane.
Gu Rong ran towards Grandpa Ming.
Running closer, Gu Rong hugged Grandpa Ming with his short arms: "Grandpa Ming, baby, this is it!"
Grandpa Ming's eyes were filled with worry and fear, but his tone was stern: "You little brat, why are you running around for no reason?"
Gu Rong pouted and tilted her snow-white face upwards as she said, "The big zombie is chasing the little one, and the little one is lost!"
Grandpa Ming's expression softened, and he raised his hand and touched Gu Rong's furry little head.
He took out the small bag that Aunt Zhang had helped him mend and tied it around Gu Rong.
A small red flower was carefully added to the small bag.
Seeing the repaired little bundle, Gu Rong's eyes lit up, and he gently touched the little red flower with his little hands, feeling extremely happy.
Gu Rong said: "Grandpa Ming is filling the little bag for the baby. Hello, Grandpa Ming!"
Grandpa Ming snorted and said, "Grandpa is a bad grandpa."
Gu Rong said: "Hello, Grandpa, good Grandpa!"
The little hands patted the small bag on his body, meaning that Grandpa Ming still wanted to fill the small bag for the cub!
Grandpa Ming's eyes were full of smiles, but he deliberately put on a stern face and said, "If I say it's bad, then it's bad!"
Gu Rong is small in stature, but with his five senses enhanced, he is the best at reading people's faces and capturing their emotions.
He wasn't afraid. He spread his hands like a little adult and sighed helplessly, "Grandpa Ming said I'm bad, so I'm bad."
Grandpa Ming: “…”
He is getting more and more confused as he gets older, and is even more childish than a two-year-old kid.
But the next second, Gu Rong grabbed Grandpa Ming's two fingers and shook them, saying in a baby voice, "Rong Rong likes Bad Grandpa!"
Grandpa Ming: “…………”
Grandpa Ming looked towards the distant horizon, feeling a soreness in his chest and a slightly moist eye socket.
"Rongrong, go home." said Grandpa Ming.
Gu Rong nodded his little head: "Well, Grandpa Ming, let's go home quickly, my little tummy is growling with hunger!"
Grandpa Ming held Gu Rong's little hand, which was soft and fleshy, completely different from his rough old hand like dry tree bark.
Gu Rong obediently let Grandpa Ming lead her, carrying the repaired small bag on her back, swinging her little arms happily.
"I am a happy little frog, croak, croak, croak, croak..."
After listening to his grandson sing, Grandpa Ming praised him: "You sang well."
Gu Rong was so happy that he shook his head and jumped up and down.
The sun gradually set, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the old man and the young, casting two silhouettes, one big and one small, on the ground.
As they walked away, their silhouettes gradually lengthened, and the whole world was left behind them.
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Behind the two of them, there was another little kid wearing a navy blue sweatshirt suit, quietly watching the grandfather and grandson walk away.
Gu Rong separated himself from his past self and did not follow him this time.
He waved his little hand: "Goodbye, Grandpa Ming."
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