In fact, Ye Zhou wondered what Zou Ming was like when he was a child.
Zou Ming has good facial features. He has deep eyes, black eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. At least the bridge of his nose is straighter than that of ordinary people, but not as exaggerated as that of foreigners. His lips look thin, which actually matches his facial features perfectly.
He has the handsomeness of a youth and the handsomeness of an adult.
In Ye Zhou's imagination, Zou Ming should have been very good-looking when he was a child, with a chubby face, big eyes, and a small upturned nose. It shouldn't be out of place for him to dress up as a girl.
But he never expected that Zou Ming would look like this when he was a child.
Although she still has big eyes, you can tell at a glance that it is caused by hunger. Her cheeks have no flesh, so her eyes appear unnaturally large.
He doesn't have a chubby face, but a thin small face with a pointed chin. He doesn't look like he will be handsome when he grows up. He can even be described as having a pointed chin and monkey cheeks.
Humans have almost uniform aesthetic standards for cubs: round faces and big eyes, even better if they didn't have flat noses, and plump arms and legs like broken lotus roots. When they walk on the street, a bunch of uncles and aunts will stare at them sideways, and they will want to hug them and kiss them.
But a child like Zou Ming, with a pair of big dark eyes, a small face and a pointed chin, looks uncomfortably gloomy.
But from the moment Ye Zhou recognized him as Zou Ming, he felt that this child was exceptionally good-looking.
He strode towards Zou Ming.
The people who were originally blocking Ye Zhou moved away one after another, and even the man who was holding Zou Ming down let go of his hand in a daze.
The boy on the ground had lost his strength after running and struggling for a long time. He should have gotten up and ran away, but the potato he got today was too small to replenish his strength, and he had already worked for a whole day.
He never had a good night's sleep. He had to look for "fat sheep" at night and work to earn water and food during the day.
It’s hard to say whether I can sleep four hours a day.
It was not until Ye Zhou walked up to him that the man stood up straight with some restraint. He was also a thug at the bottom of society, doing things for a living. His almost non-existent sense of shame finally reappeared when he saw Ye Zhou.
But he didn't want to show his weakness. After all, he was a thug. If he showed his weakness, he might not be able to do this job anymore.
But he was ugly and no one would buy his butt even if he sold it. He would starve to death in the yellow sand outside.
"What are you doing?!" the man yelled, "If you have anything to say, go talk to our boss, don't talk to me!"
Ye Zhou turned a deaf ear to what he said, and just pointed at the boy on the ground and said, "I want him, tell me the number."
The man was stunned. He didn't expect that this person was here to buy someone.
So he immediately changed his expression, putting on an ugly and flattering smile, rubbing his hands and saying: "This little bastard is not good-looking! I have better-looking ones, but I haven't sold them yet..."
The intention is to sell the expensive ones and then slaughter the sheep.
Ye Zhou shook his head: "I want him."
The man gritted his teeth and quoted a price that only a good-looking boy could afford: "A box of cookies."
In his opinion, the one he was holding was only worth one dollar and not worth a box.
After saying that, the man looked at Ye Zhou's face, worried that the other party would bargain. If he bargained, he would have to bite the bullet and buy half a box of biscuits. Some of the upper-level people in the base were actually more stingy than the middle-level people, and they would rather do a business without any cost.
But the bargaining he expected did not occur. Instead, the young and handsome man, whose white skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, turned his head and nodded to the woman with a gun behind him. The woman turned around and asked the other party to take the things out of the backpack behind her.
The man immediately craned his neck to look.
Ye Zhou took out a box of biscuits. In addition to biscuits, there was bread and water in his backpack. The bread was the kind with hot dogs inside. There were also quick sandwiches and hamburgers. Just one backpack was filled with enough food to buy a lot of things here.
The man saw the young man throwing a box of biscuits towards him and immediately reached out to catch it. It almost fell to the ground. Even if the biscuits were damp, they would still break if they fell to the ground from this height.
After he got the biscuits, he still looked at the backpack, but he didn't dare to ask for more.
After all, the five men on the other side all had guns, obeyed orders and didn't say a word. They were more like soldiers than thugs. It had taken all his courage to ask for the cookies just now, and now he just took the cookies and left quietly.
Ye Zhou had also walked in front of the boy. The boy stared at him, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, staring at Ye Zhou's eyes.
It's like a little animal that is forced into a desperate situation. It knows it is powerless to resist, but it still pretends to attack.
Ye Zhou slowly bent down, and the boy's eyes widened wider and wider, almost falling out of their sockets.
If he were a cat, all the hair on his body would have stood up by now.
At this time, the boy was covered with yellow sand, and the black stains on his face were unknown.
In fact, if you want to say that the slums are dirty, except for some unknown liquids, they are not that dirty. Supplies are limited, so even the garbage is limited. Most of the garbage in the ditch is some towels and clothes that have been used and can no longer be used, or some soiled toilet paper.
As for other things, as long as they can still be used, they are precious assets and I am reluctant to throw them away.
Ye Zhou picked up the boy - he was not very good at holding children, as he was an only child, and among his relatives there were only children older than him, no one younger than him, so his movements were very unfamiliar. Fortunately, the boy was very thin, just a bag of bones, so he could pick him up even without being held in his arms.
Ye Zhou thought for a moment, pulled the boy into his arms, patted his shoulder, and said happily and sadly: "Don't be afraid."
The boy was held in Ye Zhou's arms. He was now completely dumbfounded. The ferocity he pretended to have fallen away, and his eyes were full of confusion.
As far as he could remember, he had never been hugged like this, never been cherished. After all, his parents were dead, and other people had nothing to do with him. He couldn't even raise his own children, so how could he lend a helping hand to other people's children?
Ye Zhou had just taken two steps when the boy began to struggle. He twisted his body and tried to jump out of Ye Zhou's arms.
But he had no strength. Even though he thought he was struggling desperately, in Ye Zhou's opinion, his struggle was powerless and could be easily suppressed.
"Take him back and give him a bath first." Ye Zhou ruffled the boy's hair, feeling somewhat surprised. "There are no lice or fleas."
That shouldn't be the case. Humans haven't become extinct yet, so lice and fleas are even more impossible. It would be strange if these things didn't breed in the slum environment.
The boy stopped moving immediately when Ye Zhou touched him.
He could tell from Ye Zhou's actions that the other party had no ill intentions.
It has become a boy's instinct to judge whether others have malicious intentions.
The boy didn't say anything either. He kept his mouth shut, pretending to be mute. Perhaps he realized he couldn't escape, so he gave up and stopped struggling.
Ye Zhou carried the boy along the way, and the people in the slums kept looking at them.
But no one said anything, they just watched numbly, like a small stone falling into a pond, the little ripples soon disappeared.
Ye Zhou breathed a sigh of relief only after carrying the boy into the RV.
Chen Shu also got on the same car. She looked at the boy who was put on the chair and tried his best to appear calm. She could not believe that such a little brat could be Zou Ming.
When she met Zou Ming, he was no worse than before he left.
He seemed to be born fearless. Even if a comet fell in front of him, he would not even raise his eyebrows.
It turns out that he was also this weak once.
Chen Shu: "Boss, the water is ready, will you help him take a bath?"
Ye Zhou rolled up his sleeves and nodded: "He definitely can't wash it clean by himself."
Hearing this, the boy finally couldn't help it. His voice hadn't changed yet, but because of years of training, his voice wasn't as sharp as that of an ordinary child. Instead, it was as rough as that of a teenager. He stared at Ye Zhou and asked, "What do you want to do with me?"
Ye Zhou didn't expect Zou Ming's voice to be like this. He turned around and faced Zou Ming, and put his hands on his knees, bent down slightly, and made his eyes parallel to Zou Ming's. Then he said: "You don't need to do anything. I'll take you to take a shower and change into clean clothes. You will follow me from now on."
Now no matter what Ye Zhou did, the boy was powerless to resist. His body was shaking, but his voice was not: "I have a genetic disease, and my organs cannot be used."
Ye Zhou was stunned. How come he didn't know that Zou Ming had a genetic disease?
But he was only stunned for a few seconds.
"Don't worry." Ye Zhou picked up the boy again. The bathtub was inside the RV.
Although Zou Ming is still a child, Ye Zhou still plans to use a curtain to isolate Chen Shu in order to take care of him.
Ye Zhou: "Are your internal organs worth a box of cookies?"
The boy stopped talking.
In his impression, it seemed not worth it.
After all, potatoes and sweet potatoes are still being produced, but things like biscuits have long been out of production and only the upper class have them.
Like bread, it can be used as hard currency.
Ye Zhou put the boy on a small stool next to the bathtub: "Take off your clothes yourself."
Ye Zhou ignored him and reached out to test the water temperature. After testing, he found that the boy did not move, so he threatened: "If you don't take it off yourself, I will help you take it off."
Just when Ye Zhou thought he had to use "violence" to convince the boy.
The boy suddenly said, "I can be your thug, I can do anything, but you can't sleep with me."
Ye Zhou almost choked on his own saliva.
He almost lost his voice and said, "What did you say?!"
The boy raised his head and said, "You can't sleep with me. I'm too thin and too small. I will die."
"Oh my god..." Ye Zhou held his forehead. He calmed down for a long time before finally saying, "Don't worry, I won't touch you. I don't have that kind of perverted fetish!"
Ye Zhou couldn't help but get angry: "You are still so young!"
But the boy didn't take it seriously. How many children died at the hands of "adults". Those people didn't care whether the child was young or how miserable his cry was. The only reason he was able to survive until now was that he knew when to escape and when to fight for his life.
He doesn't care about anything, the only thing he owns is himself.
Even this self is incomplete and not under complete control of itself.
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