"Dad, please eat something. You can't not eat."
Grandpa Cui, who was over sixty years old, waved his hand weakly and said, "I'm old, you eat it."
Cui Feng choked up and said, "No, Mom told me to take good care of you before she left. I can't break my promise."
That day, Cui Feng's mother used her flesh and blood to block the zombies for him and his father to buy time to escape. Now, Grandpa Cui has chosen to go on a hunger strike so that he can have enough food.
Cui Feng had never felt so powerless as he did now. He watched his mother being devoured by zombies, and now he had to watch his increasingly weak father sacrifice himself for him.
Such pressure finally broke him down.
Cui Feng covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down from between his fingers.
...
In the dark, Su Man watched calmly.
What the father and son were pushing and arguing about was a piece of dried bread.
The bread looked like leftovers. I didn't know how long it had been there. If you put a little effort, it would crumble into pieces.
Even so, they treated the bread very cherishly because it was the best thing they could get.
The food was getting less and less day by day, and A Biao was the type who would not give out his eagle until he saw the rabbit. It was impossible for him to give them food without taking advantage of it.
Cui Feng, a grown man, brought an old man with him, so naturally he became the object of A Biao's dislike.
His two younger brothers, Damao and Ermao, often spoke ill of Grandpa Cui, saying that he was an old man with poor health and should die early and be reincarnated, instead of wasting food while he was alive.
A Biao, who had the same idea, was only willing to give them a little bit of supplies each time, making it clear that he didn't want Grandpa Cui to live.
With the previous example, Cui Feng did not dare to resist. If something happened to him, Grandpa Cui would not survive.
So he could only eat as little as possible and let Grandpa Cui eat more.
But Grandpa Cui also felt sorry for his son. In order not to add burden to Cui Feng, he had not eaten or drunk anything for two days.
Tonight, Cui Feng only brought back half a loaf of bread, and Grandpa Cui refused to eat it no matter what.
His hands, like dry bark, pushed the bread towards Cui Feng. "Son, I'm old now and have lived enough. Eat more and try to hold on until rescue comes. That way, I can die with peace of mind."
"dad..."
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Seeing this heart-wrenching scene, Su Man emerged from the darkness.
"Brother Cui."
Cui Feng turned his head and saw Su Man. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "Berman, why did you come here so late? Did I disturb you?"
Looking at the honest and simple man in front of her, Su Man smiled kindly, "No, I came to borrow something from Brother Cui."
Although Cui Feng had a difficult life, he did not hesitate at all when he heard Su Man's request and agreed readily, "Okay, you say."
"I remember you have nail clippers on you, could you lend them to me?"
"Yes, wait a minute, I'll give it to you."
After saying that, Cui Feng took out a nail clipper from under his pillow.
Su Man took it and said, "Thank you, Brother Cui. I happen to have some leftover bread. This is a thank you gift."
When Cui Feng heard about food, his throat swallowed unconsciously, but he still waved his hand, "No need, it's just a nail clipper. Food is so scarce now, you should keep it for yourself."
Su Man smiled, "Brother Cui, you are too polite. If you are like this, I won't dare to ask you for help next time."
"Ah? I..." Cui Feng scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to say.
Su Man did not give him another chance to refuse, and said without question, "I'll leave the things here for you. I'm leaving first."
After saying that, she put down the bread and went back.
Only Cui Feng was left holding the soft bread, his eyes red.
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The next morning, the moment sunlight shone into the supermarket, Su Man opened her eyes.
After a while, everyone started to get up. Without mobile phones and televisions, they all lived a life of working from sunrise to sunset.
Perhaps because of last night's incident, Bai Mengru was not as affectionate towards Su Man as usual. While waiting in line to wash, Bai Mengru ignored Su Man and instead whispered to Zhimei, looking at her from time to time.
Su Man ignored their little trickle and looked at the only tap in the supermarket. The trickling water was barely thicker than a chopstick, barely enough for everyone to wash.
When it was Zhimei's husband Chang Jianzhong's turn, he wanted to get a bottle of water, so he was scolded by Damao who was guarding the water pipe.
"Fuck, who allowed you to get water? You like water, don't you? My underwear and socks are soaking in the bucket, wash them out for me in a while."
Damao's temperament is exactly the same as A Biao's. Before the zombie outbreak, he was just a small minion. Now that he finally has the opportunity, he has taken his villainy to the extreme.
Under his control, the water pipes were only open for half an hour in the morning and evening, which meant that except for A Biao and the other two, each of them could only use it for less than four minutes.
...
Chang Jianzhong was a coward, and even when scolded, he didn't dare to talk back. He nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I'll wash it in a moment, I'll wash it in a moment."
"roll."
Damao kicked him.
When Mrs. Lin came to wash up, she also took the water bottle and said, "Can I get some water? My daughter has a low-grade fever and I want to help her cool down. Please."
Although Sister Lin bent her body and pleaded humbly, Damao not only refused to give in but also kept making sarcastic remarks, "What does your daughter's fever have to do with me? Do you want to wash it or not? If not, I'll let someone else take care of it."
Mrs. Lin had no choice but to wet her clothes as much as possible.
Even so, the dirty-mouthed Da Mao still misinterpreted it as someone deliberately getting wet to seduce men.
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