Chapter 108 A Family Reunion from a Scumbag Father
The next morning, Jin Qinjiu sent someone to negotiate with the other side. He still needed to change the water, no matter what.
Since the second rainstorm, all water sources have been polluted, and he cannot guarantee that he will be able to obtain clean water if he moves to a different place.
He sent people to climb over the pipe, which went smoothly, but the pipe clearly had a limited load-bearing capacity, requiring multiple climbs.
Jin Qinjiu certainly wouldn't go by himself, but a generous reward will surely attract brave men.
As supplies are being transported over here, water also needs to be transported over from the other side, so they've sent people to help out, otherwise the people here would be overwhelmed.
However, to Mu Qingyu's great surprise, Mu Xiangnan was among the people coming from the other side.
At that time, Mu Qingyu was enjoying her breakfast, having made a delicious congee with preserved eggs and vegetables.
While Jin Qinjiu was busy with his work, Mu Qingyu seemed oblivious to everything around her.
After putting down the water he had brought, Mu Xiangnan did not climb back up, but slowly walked towards Mu Qingyu's tent.
Mu Xiangnan was covered in filth; he hadn't changed his clothes since leaving the Mu residence. His clothes were thick, of good quality, and though worn and pilling, they weren't torn.
I wore such thick clothes on purpose to prevent being scratched by zombies on the road, and I didn't dare to take them off even when it was hot.
Given Mu Xiangnan's age and his pampered life before the apocalypse, this climb was almost fatal. He was now soaked with sweat, his clothes clinging to him.
His tangled hair was soaked with sweat, but his lips were even more chapped. Mu Xiangnan himself couldn't understand why he was sweating so much when he wasn't drinking much water.
Watching Mu Qingyu and her group enjoying their meal from afar, Mu Xiangnan felt as if he could smell the aroma of food himself.
His throat bobbed, and the hunger in his stomach intensified.
Just as he had guessed, Mu Qingyu seemed to be doing very well! That was his daughter! His daughter had water! She had food! He was saved!
Mu Xiangnan walked towards Mu Qingyu step by step.
Seeing Mu Xiangnan's blank stare, a bystander kindly pulled him back: "Hey, wake up! Don't let the sight of food cloud your judgment! You can't afford to mess with that young lady over there. She can cut off people's heads like they're vegetables. Don't go looking for your own death."
The person who grabbed Mu Xiangnan meant well. Judging from Mu Xiangnan's disheveled appearance, he must be an ordinary person without any special abilities, and his status among the group opposite him must be very low.
Even the worst situation on their side wasn't as dire as Mu Xiangnan's. No wonder the other side wanted to exchange supplies; they must be running low on food.
Those who think this way have no idea that Huo Siyu still has quite a few resources left; she's just playing the game of class rule.
"Hey, why won't you listen to advice? We all hate how smelly you are. Don't mess with that young lady..." someone else advised.
Unfortunately, Mu Xiangnan seemed oblivious and stubbornly walked towards Mu Qingyu.
"If he wants to die, just ignore him. We don't even know him. Let him be. Don't meddle in other people's business," someone advised one of their own.
Indeed, Mu Xiangnan was still some distance away from Mu Qingyu when he saw Mu Qingyu put down her chopsticks and frown: "What's that smell? It's so stinky! I've lost my appetite!"
Then, following the scent, she looked at Mu Xiangnan and said, "Hey, is that you? Don't come any closer, or I'll get rough."
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..." Although Mu Xiangnan stopped, he began to call out Mu Qingyu's name in an extremely gentle voice.
Those who don't understand might think it's a long-lost couple reuniting.
This scene did indeed attract a lot of onlookers.
Mu Qingyu was disgusted to the point of shivering, her skin crawling with goosebumps. She couldn't help but swear, "Damn it! Who are you, uncle? If you keep going crazy, I'll really hit you!" She stood up and reached for her military dagger.
"Xiaoyu, it's me, Daddy! It's me, Daddy!" Mu Xiangnan thought that Mu Qingyu might not recognize him because his face was dirty and he had lost weight recently. So he quickly brushed the hair off his face and vigorously wiped his face.
"This uncle... is so pitiful..." The nurse standing next to Jing Chen, who was watching with him, suddenly said.
Before she could finish her sentence, Jing Chen gently pressed her head down: "Don't make pronouncements about things you don't fully understand. He looks pitiful now, but do you know what his past was like? Isn't there a saying that goes, 'There's always something hateful about a pitiful person'?"
The nurse stuck out her tongue and dared not speak again.
Mu Qingyu pretended to examine the other person carefully, but in fact she had already recognized him. She knew it from the moment Mu Xiangnan climbed the metal pole.
What kind of feelings does she have for Mu Xiangnan?
In her past life, when she was first taken in by her parents, she still had expectations for them. After all, she thought, what parent wouldn't love their child?
Yes, they loved her, but the child they loved was never her.
She left disappointed, perhaps partly out of inferiority and resentment. But the apocalypse came soon after. She hadn't had time to think about her parents and family—if she hadn't met them again!
Back at the Hope Base, Mu Xiangnan and his wife took meticulous care of Mu Xiaoxiao, just as they had before the apocalypse. They never once looked at Mu Qingyu again.
Even when Mu Qingyu was starving to death, the only person who reached out to her was Mu Qingrong, and at that time, they turned a blind eye to the suffering Mu Qingrong was enduring.
Several times, they accompanied Mu Xiaoxiao, who was still known as the "Holy Maiden," to give alms, but they would rather give food to strangers than even glance at Mu Qingyu on the roadside...
Mu Qingyu used to hate them.
But Mu Qingyu doesn't hate them now. Not because of forgiveness, but because to hate them now would be to give them too much credit!
For Mu Qingyu, taking their lives now would be as easy as crushing an ant. Would you hate an ant that bit you?
"Oh, it's you!" Mu Qingyu pretended to recognize her. "Your daughter was sent to the other side yesterday, right? What, you didn't find her? I saw from afar that the leader over there, isn't that your future son-in-law? Why do you look so...emmmm...disheveled?"
Mu Qingyu made no attempt to hide the disgust on her face.
Mu Xiangnan was a little flustered. He wasn't really familiar with Mu Qingyu. When the old man brought her home, Mu Xiangnan wasn't very happy and naturally rarely paid attention to Mu Qingyu.
I only vaguely remember that Mu Qingyu was a girl who didn't like to talk much, always kept her head down, and had little presence.
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