Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 128
Xiaochi Chi is riding a motorcycle, leading the way outside.
Through the wind goggles on his helmet, Xiaochi Chi looks at the world that is slowly transforming into a wasteland with its order turned upside down.
He saw a frozen man on the side of the road by the light of his headlights.
The man was lying face down, like a hungover drunk, his body curled up tightly, with a smile at the corners of his lips, and the half of his face pressed to the ground had emerged with a bright red outline of corpse spots.
Xiaochi Chi turned his face away, no longer looking closely.
Near dawn, outside the fog, the road conditions are getting worse, minor cuts and accidents, but most people are still at home busy adding clothes and quilts, the streets are not to traffic.
Xiaochi Chi took the car all the way out of town.
The sky was white with fish belly, and they left the city, stopping at the city’s service area.
Because of the shadow of the creeper, of course, Ding’s mother will not mention the matter of going home, but normal people encounter trouble, the first reaction is to find a safe and familiar place to hide: ” Yun Qiu , let’s go back to your rented house, really can not find a hotel ……”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t want to tell her mother that the old humans hiding in hotels and neighborhoods were essentially the first to become slaves.
They are hiding in such a small cage, like canaries that have voluntarily imprisoned themselves, and it’s simply a case of one catch.
Xiaochi Chi put the matter to rest and said, “Let’s get a refill.”
This service area was originally a fixed place for Qiuyun Ding to stay six months after the disaster.
After the global change, Qiuyun Ding’s parents died, and all his familiar friends were separated, so he rode his motorcycle in the opposite direction of this place, and circled around the nearby provinces and cities before passing through this service area with a dozen of his team members, where he met Lao Jing.
“Old Jing” is a woman, full name Zihua Jing, twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, not old, and quite bright and beautiful, but she likes to be called “Old Jing”, as if this name to be more pleasant to the ear.
She was pregnant when her husband was out with a colleague, she caught the evidence, gave birth to the child and kicked out her husband, almost making him get out of the house, after which she lived with her son, Yiming.
She was taken care of by her old classmates when she was studying for her master’s degree and joined a service area.
Before the disaster, people were used to relying on automated facilities, so the nature of her job was not much different from Qiuyun Ding’s, just maintaining the system and preventing theft.
This is a very interesting woman.
She is always cold, lying on a rocking chair, like a man in Yunnan, burning a water pipe in the house, with white smoke coming out of her mouth, a strand of hair hanging down from the forehead, feminine, like the ancient storybook novels written in the ghosts.
But no yakuza would use a crossbow as well as she did.
The first time Qiuyun Ding saw her, she was dragging a hyena towards the gas station, the hyena had an arrow in its head and was not quite able to die in peace.
At that time, Lanlan Yan watched from afar and gulped: “Wow, dog meat hot pot.”
Qiuyun Ding a group of people also happen to be resting, is about to go around to this small service area, the old Jing then stood still, directly with a crossbow aimed at them.
Qiuyun Ding was quick to react and stopped the motorcycle, “We are here to exchange supplies with you. Let us rest here for one night.”
Only then did Lao Jing let them in.
Qiuyun Ding made the exchange with a set of cold-weather clothes.
In the evening, they stayed in the service area and ate a dog hot pot.
Qiuyun Ding after eating, want to discuss with Lao Jing again to exchange supplies for oil, although they still have stock, but a little more oil is not a bad thing.
And he observed, this service area, although small in size, but backed by a formal oil depot, near the water first, even if the underground buried oil pool, are enough to make her rich in this post-apocalyptic.
The janitor of this service area is Old Jing, and Qiuyun Ding can only talk to her.
Old Jing sat on the bed and made several requests that Qiuyun Ding could not accept. She wanted food, cigarettes, spirits, quilts, tents, and weapons.
In short, everything.
Qiuyun Ding still want to negotiate, so he said, “Sister Jing, this is a little too much, our family is full of ten or so people, I can not make my own ……”
Lao Jing: “Call me Lao Jing. One hundred liters of oil.”
Qiuyun Ding liked her simplicity, so he bargained with her: “One hundred and twenty liters.”
Old Jing added, “My son is asleep.”
Qiuyun Ding didn’t understand for a moment what this had to do with the business they were about to talk about: “Well? It’s good to sleep.”
Old Jing tied up his long, cascading hair: “One hundred liters of oil, spare one for me.”
Qiuyun Ding understood the taste, his face immediately reddened: “…… no need.”
Old Jing went to unbutton.
Qiuyun Ding pressed her hand: “No, really. One hundred and ten liters, I’ll do this business.”
Old Jing stared at him for a while.
Qiuyun Ding still did not forget to reassure her at this point: “Sister Jing, you are quite attractive, really. If I were heterosexual, I might really say yes.”
Old Jing pursed his lips and was happy.
“I thought that after all this time, I would finally run into a decent guy.” Old Jing smiled also flirtatious and cold, a pair of cat eyes slightly narrowed, “It turned out to be a gay. Ha.”
Qiuyun Ding is crying and laughing.
Qiuyun Ding and Lao Jing formed a business partnership and got to know each other well over time.
Old Jing never told her story to the crowd, as if she had been the current Old Jing all her life, so much so that her life was too lackluster to have any exciting experiences to tell.
Her story was also told to Lanlan Yan when he talked to the other human teams who made deals with Lao Jing.
Six months ago, Zihua Jing was still the same strong and tough woman.
Her son, Yiming Jing, had just turned three when he developed a high fever the night before the disaster.
After feeding the child fever-reducing medicine, Zihua Jing put him to sleep, wanting to observe the situation again, if the situation is not serious, wait until tomorrow after the shift before taking the child to the hospital.
When he woke up in the middle of the night, Zihua Jing found that his son had been burnt to a crisp.
She rushed out of the house with her son in her arms, holding him warm, and carried him to the car before realizing that her electric sedan needed to be charged.
At the moment all the power is off, she had to put her son in the car, herself in the cold, deep and shallow feet to run to the convenience store.
She was joined on duty by Han Xiao from the convenience store, where anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing drugs are sold at the counter.
If he had taken his medication in time or borrowed Han Xiao’s car, his son’s condition would have been manageable.
Who would have thought that Han Xiao, having heard her story, had no compassion whatsoever.
He salivated and said with a smile, “It’s not good to try to get medicine without a price.”
She pleaded with Han Xiao, pulling out all the money she had and laying it out in front of him.
Han Xiao swept the money away and shone a flashlight at Zihua Jing’s beautiful face, “That’s not what I want. Sister Jing, I’ve liked you for a long time.”
Zihua Jing immediately spat on him, left the convenience store, and began begging the drivers resting in the service area to take her son to a nearby hospital for medical attention.
Two people were too much trouble and refused her. One warm-hearted man promised to come down and said that he had just promised his wife and daughter that he would be home at 7 o’clock in the morning to take Yiming Jing to the hospital, so I’m afraid there would be a delay and he would have to say hello to them.
Zihua Jing thanked him profusely.
Who thought, just carry the child, that the driver is anxious face threw the communicator on the passenger side, to Zihua Jing sorry: “This lady, I can not contact my wife and daughter, asked others, they are also in this situation ……”
He nodded at Zihua Jing with an apologetic face, “I’m sorry. I have to go home soon.”
At three in the morning, there are not many vehicles parked in the service area, woke up to find that something is wrong, immediately rushed home, some drivers have fallen asleep, knocking on the window also can not wake up.
Zihua Jing was in despair.
As the driver said, communications were down and she couldn’t contact the hospital at all.
Seeing her son’s temperature getting higher and higher, she could only settle him down and return to the convenience store.
Han Xiao looks at her with a good smile.
Seeing the □ in his hand, Zihua Jing gave up the idea of grabbing it.
She let him sleep, right there on the cash register.
Half an hour later, she was unclothed and rushing to her car with her medicine.
But it was already too late.
The child woke up, but it was no longer the former Yuxue smart child, both ears were completely deaf, mobility was impaired, and even squeezing toothpaste had no strength.
When the child woke up, he saw Zihua Jing talking to him a lot. He waited until Zihua Jing finished talking with big, watery, puppy-like eyes and then asked in a low voice, “Mommy, what are you talking about?”
Zihua Jing hugged her son and cried for a long time until she could not shed any more tears.
Han Xiao waited for a day and a half and found that everything hadn’t recovered, so he became more and more reassured and bold, and came to knock on Zihua Jing’s door with a smile, “Sister Jing, Sister Jing, I miss you.”
Zihua Jing pulled open the door and silently let him in.
Han Xiao couldn’t wait to unbutton her button: “You missed me too, didn’t you?”
Zihua Jing smiled faintly with red eyes, “…… hmm.”
As she undid her shirt, Zihua Jing threw her arms around him, wrapped them around his back, and stabbed a shear into his waist.
Later, Zihua Jing became Lao Jing, guarding the oil pool, holding a handful of □□□ in exchange, turning himself into a negotiable, exchangeable currency.
After getting to know Lao Jing, Qiuyun Ding asked her over drinks, “Why do you work so hard?” It was clear that she could make a good living by selling supplies.
Old Jing didn’t hear what he said, “Hmm?”
Saying that, she picked up the cup and brought it to her lips, suddenly her expression softened and she listened sideways for a moment: “Ding, did Yiming call me?”
Qiuyun Ding, with keen hearing, shook his head, “No.”
Old Jing smiled and pulled back a lock of hair that had fallen down his forehead to his ear: “Misheard again.”
Seeing the old Jing in this way, Qiuyun Ding thought that his question need not be asked.
A woman with a child will consciously and actively become a warrior.
Finally, Old King’s gas station was besieged by a group of new humans.
They intend to take down this nest that has been providing services to the old human race.
At that time, Qiuyun Ding’s squad was also present, they did not carry enough firepower, the place was heavy with oil and gas, and could not see open fire, so they had to fight and retreat.
Old Jing is familiar with the terrain and good at using crossbows, so he blocked for them for a long time, and handed Yiming to Qiuyun Ding, asking him to take Yiming back with him.
After successfully escaping, Qiuyun Ding had wanted to outflank him from the rear and cover Lao Jing’s retreat, however they ran out of ammunition.
…… was just short of those few rounds, and the new humans were surrounded into shape.
Old Jing waved at them and hid by an oil machine.
She used the □ she had been given during Qiuyun Ding’s first transaction and the only remaining bullet, pressed it against the fuel line, and pulled the trigger.
The entire gas station was lifted up into the sky, staining the sky red like a glorious fire cloud.
Qiuyun Ding stood in place, staring at the sea of fire for a long time.
Zihua Jing’s last words to Qiuyun Ding were, “It’s a loss to do business with you.”
……
Xiaochi Chi pulled the vehicle into a darkened service area.
…… If it’s now, it’s not too late.
As expected, Xiaochi Chi saw an anxious woman banging on the car window one by one, begging for a chance for her son to live.
Her appearance is not much different from Qiuyun Ding’s memory of the old Jing, hair was tied as a sharp ponytail, lining the neck slender, look at the physique is a pretty weak and slender woman, but less aggressive charm.
Xiaochi Chi stopped his motorcycle, and Zihua Jing soon spotted them.
She came quickly: “Sir, please help me, my son -”
…… is the first time she has ever called me “sir” so politely.
After listening to her situation, Xiaochi Chi said, “The situation is too serious, and we just came from the city, the whole city has stopped turning, it may not be useful to send to the hospital.”
Before Zihua Jing could get desperate, Xiaochi Chi continued, “Take the child inside. I have oral anti-inflammatory medicine and fever-reducing medicine here. …… By the way, is your child allergic to cephalosporins?”
Zihua Jing has a light in her eyes: “No allergies ……”
“I have cephalosporin antibiotics here.” Xiaochi Chi , “Get inside, not out in the wind. It would be bad if you, the mother – also fell ill.”
With that, he walked straight to Zihua Jing’s car and greeted his parents to follow.
After a glance, but see the convenience store, a pair of cold eyes are staring at him.
061 reminded him, “It’s that guy.”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t even look up: “Who is it? Where is there someone?”
As long as the other party doesn’t look for trouble, Xiaochi Chi treats it like a cockroach.
Inside the convenience store.
Han Xiao, who was about to win, punched the cashier and cursed, “Damn it, mind your own business!”
