Chapter 9: Clairaudience.
Before going out, Shu Lan fed the child and thought he had defecated. She looked around and made sure the surroundings were safe before taking off the bag, taking the child out and checking the diaper, which was clean.
She was confused: "Shu Maomao, are you hungry again?"
Shu Maomao couldn't speak yet. He had grown up a bit, no longer a red, hairless monkey. His eyes were dark and bright, and his cheeks were round and soft, like two pieces of milky pudding. When Shu Lan rocked him, he kept turning his head and staring at the same place.
Shu Lan followed his gaze and the dazzling light in broad daylight shone into her eyes, making her dizzy.
She quickly lowered her head and calmed down, then put the child, who had become well-behaved again, into her backpack. "It's not safe here. We have to go back quickly."
Maybe Shu Maomao just wanted to make some noise, he's just a kid.
Shu Maomao withdrew his gaze and lay obediently on Shu Lan's back, letting her hold him in place.
On the way back, Shu Lan discovered that some of the bodies were fresher than others, and the degree of freshness varied. Some looked like they had only been dead for a few days.
She immediately thought of the supermarket that had been emptied along the way. It seemed that even in a dead city, there would still be zombies and fleeing people passing through here.
Shu Lan took a sip of mineral water and continued to have sex as she headed towards her secret base.
Maybe one day she won't be able to survive and will flee to other places and seek help from the human army, but not now.
After returning home, Shu Lan wanted to feed Shu Maomao, but found that he had fallen asleep, with his long eyelashes draped over his lower eyelids, looking quiet and beautiful.
She smiled, put him on the bed, concealed the entrance to the garbage dump, restored the trap, washed her hands and face, ate something casually, put the grains she had found in a basin and soaked them in water, preparing to find firewood tomorrow to cook porridge, and finally went to bed and slept with the child.
While Ci'an was still relatively safe, Shu Lan went into the city many times until she refilled the previous warehouse. The goddess of luck always favored her, and she did not encounter zombies on every trip.
She used the garbage mountain as a fortress and survived day by day on the food that had sprouted by chance and the supplies left behind by the people in the entire city.
Shu Maomao grew up very quickly. When he was about six months old, he made his first meaningful sound: "Mom——"
Shu Lan, who was figuring out how to make little shoes for him, thought she was hallucinating and turned to look at him: "Baby?"
Shu Maomao responded clearly: "Mom."
Shu Lan blinked, surprise bursting across her features: "Yes, yes, shout again."
When he was less than one year old, Shu Maomao could communicate with Shu Lan in a simple way. She asked him to call her "Mommy" because it sounded more coquettish.
There is no way. Her baby has a stern face every day, like a cold little adult. If he calls "Mom" in a proper way, he will feel even less like a child.
Every time he called mommy, Shu Lan would respond with a pinched voice: "What's the matter, dear~"
"There's someone outside."
Shu Lan stopped picking up the garbage and looked at the garbage mountain vigilantly, pricked up her ears and listened carefully, but she didn't hear any sound.
After a while, Shu Maomao spoke again: "Let's go."
Shu Lan suspected that the little baby was playing with her, but she had no evidence.
When she was free, she used a can to teach him how to count: "One, two, three, four..."
After learning to count, Shu Maomao's jokes became more rounded: "Mommy, there are five people."
Shu Lan explained to him: "You and me, one and two are two people, not five."
Shu Maomao sat on a sofa made of cardboard, wearing clothes that were too big for him. The collar had slipped down to his elbows, revealing his fair shoulders and half his chest. He pointed at the pile of garbage and told her seriously in the most ridiculous way possible: "There are five people outside."
Shu Lan looked back, then at Shu Maomao. Her eyes lit up as if she had suddenly realized something. "Baby, tell Mommy, how did you know there were five people outside?"
Shu Maomao answered confidently, "I heard one, two, three, four, five people, and then boom, boom, boom..."
Boom boom boom?
Sounds like a car.
"Baby! My baby!" Shu Lan rushed over, picked him up and rocked him, a beaming smile on her face: "You actually have super hearing!"
Superpowers, the superpowers she had always dreamed of! That old monkey surnamed Zhao really wasn't lying!
The one and a half year old baby said calmly: "Mommy, I'm not Shunfenger, I'm Shu Maomao."
Not only could he hear five people driving by, he could also repeat what they said.
"This place is so poor, there's not even any hair, not even zombies come here."
"Go back and report to the boss, the shopping malls and supermarkets in Ci'an have been ransacked. Don't waste gas and troops coming here."
Shu Lan muttered, "There are obviously many more, but they won't look for them."
Fortunately, the other survivors didn't look for it, so Shu Lan could continue to pick up the missing items.
People kept passing by Ci'an, mostly living people. From their conversations, it seemed that humans had gained a slight advantage in the battle with zombies in recent years. All the survivors had united and were forming teams to look for supplies to rebuild their homes. However, there were neither zombies nor supplies in Ci'an, and fewer and fewer people came to visit.
When Shu Maomao was about four years old, Shu Lan could no longer find food that had not expired or spoiled in Ci'an. The vegetables in the fields died after growing a few crops, and she didn't know how to get the seeds, so in the end she didn't even have vegetables to eat.
Shu Lan began to frown: "Maomao baby, we are starving to death."
Shu Maomao squatted aside, took a look at her expression, and imitated her frown, saying seriously, "Mommy, why can't we eat the big rats running around on the ground?"
When he was old enough to pick up a fish knife, he could kill mutant rats without blinking an eye. Perhaps this was the talent brought by the genes of a top-level mutant.
Shu Lan sighed, "You can't eat any meat. If you eat it, you'll turn into a zombie. No, not all of it."
Meat that has not been infected by the virus can be eaten, but this good thing is not hers.
Sitting and waiting for death is not Shu Lan's style. On a sunny and warm spring morning, she carried the last bag of noodles and a can of honey, three bottles of boiled and cooled rainwater, a fruit knife, and walked out of the garbage dump with her beloved son Shu Maomao, pushing the shared bicycle she had come to at the beginning.
Shu Lan took a last look at the secret base where she had lived for nearly five years. She wasn't particularly reluctant to leave, but she was extremely grateful that this place had taken her in and allowed her to give birth to her child safely.
Looking back, four-year-old Shu Maomao was lifting his short legs to reach the back seat, but his head could only just reach the back seat. No matter how high he lifted his short legs, he couldn't ride on it. His back looked hard-working and sad.
Shu Lan couldn't help laughing. She bent down, gave him a push, and helped him climb onto the back of the bicycle: "Baby, hold on to Mommy's clothes, don't fall off."
Shu Maomao stretched out her small hands and grabbed the hems of her clothes on both sides: "Hold on tight."
Just as she rode her bike onto the road, Shu Lan heard her son's depressed voice behind her.
"Mommy, why am I so small and why are you so big?"
Shu Lan also noticed this. Perhaps due to malnutrition, Shu Maomao seemed to be a little shorter than the four-year-old children she had seen before.
"Because you eat too little. I used to eat a lot to grow this big."
Shu Lan looked ahead with determination: "Mommy will definitely find food so that Shu Maomao can grow taller."
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