I lay down in the end with my dog.

After the end of the day, my boyfriend fell in love with her sister, and everyone wanted me dead to make way for her happiness. Before he was mortified, the stray dog rushed into my mouth with half a budding potato, a dog without possession, and really wanted me alive.

Now that I’m lucky to be born again, I’m not only going to have revenge in my life, but I’m going to take my dog to the end.

Chapter I Rebirth

I’m reborn.

He was reborn before the cheap sale of the property and the money to redeem my 18-line artist boyfriend.

I’m on the phone with my mother who’s far away.

Mandi, Chen Tung says if we don’t get 5 million in seven days, he’ll not only leave him behind, he’ll have his hands destroyed! I sold the house, and the savings over the years, only 2.7 million. “The mother’s breath is burning, and she’s crying.

I hung up the phone faceless, and I hacked all her contacts.

Of course I know what she means, and I’m asking me what I’m going to do, and I’m actually asking me to hurry up and get the money to protect her son.

In my last life, I sold my mother’s house and the car I just bought, with all my savings, and forced them to fill the $5 million gap.

I was born with my father, and my mother and I were raised by each other, and my mother died because of her illness, and my mother and son gave me a lot of care, so I promised the long-standing quest for peace as my only family.

The road has gone out for four years, and the return is still the same. I don’t think that’s okay. Dreaming is a good thing, and he’s got a great body, a gift and a lot of hard work, and he’s got a big day ahead of him.

The director of the company, who sexually harassed her colleagues, was beaten to a fracture on the spot. I think it’s not a big deal, young people are good, they’re blood-blooded, and Chen has to see the money to make a deal, and I’ll do everything in my power to get it back.

The end came to pass, and the three of us had no tiles to cover, and they suffered. I pulled down their faces and took them to my father, who had been cut off for years.

And how did they repay me?

Road is far and far with my sister, my third stepmother, and I became the little man who destroyed their family of harmony.

I’m like a prick, stuck in everyone’s heart.

They wish that I should have disappeared, but they were hypocritical, and they did not want to have the skin of a generous and merciful one.

So when the tide of corpses came, they threw me out to die, and there was no opposition to the road.

So the last time I was sent was a stray dog.

Chapter two, empty gloves, white wolf.

There are only 30 days left before the end.

I know the path of the mother and son without my help, and they can’t fill 5 million holes in seven days unless the mother has four waists to cut.

And Chen is always a tough guy. How can you stop being so ugly when you’re beaten in the face by an unnamed third-rate artist at his company’s annual meeting? The two hands on the road are dead.

How can a man with no proper hands live with his infirm mother in the Last Day? They won’t get anywhere without me.

I have had a brief moment of consolation, but I have not yet allowed myself to remain in a state of hatred. For now, it is imperative to secure a large amount of money to prepare for the end of my life and that of my stray mop.

Mom left my house for sale, but I have a good idea for an empty glove.

I have produced dozens of photos of small mops of heavy gold-seeking dogs for posting in crowded nearby locations, and I expect someone to contact me when they are discovered.

A warehouse with a freezer was rented near the district, and the car drove to the “Bing Wailer” supermarket east of the city.

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I got off straight into the office.

After all, we haven’t been in touch for almost 10 years since my mother’s funeral.

I haven’t called him since I knew he had an affair with an illegitimate child, no matter how much he flattered. After my mother divorced him, we didn’t ask him for a penny and refused to see him again.

I called out to my father before he could tell me I was such a good boy he hadn’t seen for years, and I didn’t want any money in my tears.

He’s scared enough of me to stand up and help me sit down.

I told him that I was married, that my husband had been killed in a traffic accident and that an elderly man with a severe skull condition was lying in the ICU waiting for medical treatment, that I needed money to pay for the medical care of the wounded, and that civil compensation was to be paid to the family of the deceased in order to obtain a lighter sentence for the husband.

It was obvious that I had rejected his concern completely before, and now he’s asking for money, but he’s accumulated a little guilt over the years, a little silence, asking me how much less.

I choked back and said, “There’s 2.3 million left. I’m sorry.

As soon as the voice fell, the current wife, Liu Xuehua, walked in through the door, and his mouth refused: “Mansoo, you know the real economy has been depressed for years. Your father’s money is not in stock, he’s paying his employees, and he can’t even collect any bad debts. I’m sorry.

Listening to her, I had a red face, but I had to look down in the face, and I couldn’t help but look into danger.

The fear is that his daughter, whom he truly loved, will be squeezed too shamelessly to stop saying, “Man alone, my father really wants to help you, but I can’t get that much money, and I can get you half a million. I’m sorry.

I was disappointed to have settled down for a while, and I was silent, and I said to him, “Dad, I know your difficulties. So I just opened a little supermarket, and I came out of it before I started, and I can see it, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had no money to get in. You’ve got half a million in the warehouse. I’ll pay you back.

I didn’t wait for them to answer, and I said, “The house that Mom left me, I want to sell, do you need a fourth degree friend to contact me, and if I can pay the house in a lump sum in three days, I’ll just need 2 million.” The procedure can be done on the day of the collection, and I will not be able to make room for one month. I’m sorry.

I know their son’s singing’s about to go to high school, and four of them is one of the best high schools in our department C, and besides the $2.6 million house, I only sell $2 million.

So it’s true that Yoo Xuehua can’t wait to talk again: “Hey, it’s not easy for you, and it’s not enough for us as elders to help you get to the selling house.” Of course, we can buy the house, we can borrow $2 million, we can’t let you sell it to someone else, can we? I’m sorry.

If the decision was not denied, we agreed that tomorrow I would bring someone to the warehouse to collect the goods, and that the day after tomorrow they would raise the money and go to the Housing Authority for the transfer of the house.

Before I left, I pretended to ask about a green rose on his desk.

This ignominy is the main goal of my trip.

It will mutate after the end of the day, and the foliage following it will not only be hard and stronger than steel, but will also light fire-proof properties, which will grow in a few days at the speed of the outside wall of the supermarket, and will be heavily armed.

In the last life, the existence of this green radish allowed the four of them to get a safe and comfortable refuge at the end of the day, so that two years later, the four of them were in danger that they would just push me out to die.

In their lifetime, they won’t be so lucky.

The end of the countdown 29 days.

Early in the morning, I drove with two medium trucks, a cold-chain truck, and nine porters arrived at Beagle.

I’ve been waiting at the warehouse.

We took nine workers to the electric zone.

The temperature surged on the day of the end, from the current winters to the summer, at least two years after I was alive, and the province of C remained at a high temperature above 50 degrees Celsius, and the human body was unable to adapt to the new environment, even though it had escaped the dead.

With a green radish sun, the indoor temperature can drop to or below 40 degrees Celsius, but the temperature is far from adequate, so I intend to bring a little mop to the Upper North-East Province.

The cooling effect of air conditioners is not possible under extreme weather conditions, not to mention the noise of the off-air conditioner operation, which is not part of my purchase plan.

Five of the vertical fan, the desktop fan, the cold fan, and the wetter.

Three items of kitchen appliances, such as electric kettles, cookers, electric pressure pots, microwave ovens, ovens, electric boilers, electromagnetic stoves, etc.

The row plug got 30.

In case of extreme weather after two years, the Electro-Ting also took 10.

Half of the workers took the electricity to the van in a forklift, and the rest of the workers followed me to the Japanese department store.

Each of the different brands of shampoo, baths, and washing fluids is given 10 boxes.

3 boxes each of the various types of disinfectant.

Mosquito 10 boxes, insecticide 5 boxes.

Total of 50 boxes of toilet paper, kitchen paper, wet towels.

Cyclops, membranes, fresh bags, garbage bags, 50 rolls each.

There are several sets of pots, cups, spoons and knives.

Sanitary tampons, towels, toothpaste, toothbrush, cleaning tools, underwear, knickers, cotton thongs, socks, slippers, cotton tampons, four sets, cold seats, icing pads, warm cups, and warmpots were enough for 15 years alone.

There are too many items to be diverted from the food area, and the warehouse keeper, on my list, will focus on fast-food frozen foods, a small amount of ice cream and carbonated beverages, various types of dry fruit, beans, powdered powdered sesame cereals such as milk, spices such as oil and sauce sauce, five grains of vacuum packaging, edible oil, small amounts of flour, fruit and meat canned, biscuits, fertilized foods, candy chocolate, spicy strips, and a large number of frozen fowl and pork.

Refrigerated foods are needed to get the workers to the cold-chained car in order to avoid melting, and the rest of the goods are divided into categories in the warehouse by my workers and the warehouse, packed, sealed and loaded in a single-size box and then delivered to the truck.

All goods were settled at wholesale prices, with a total value of $600,000, resulting in an overexpenditure of $100,000.

I wrote a $600,000 loan to the margin.

You can come to me after the end of the day and pay me back.

The day after the goods were delivered to the warehouse that I rented, and today’s wages were settled for the drivers and the workers, it was dark.

I was standing at the warehouse door looking at the tip of the phone and making sure that no calls had been missed, that is to say, there had been no news of the little mop.

Soon I’ll have to go north as planned, and if I still don’t get a trace of the little mop tomorrow, I’m going to hire someone to look around the carpet.

Put away the mobile phone, carry a box of foam with green beads and walk home carefully on the sidewalk with half the snow. The remaining light was suddenly attracted to the green belt of the far side of the road.

And I stood by and looked, and it was a white dog who pulverized the snow with its front claws, and from time to time bowed and fed.

My heart snapped and walked through with care.

Little white dog hears my noise, looks up, and the drum mouth moves.

It’s the little mop!

I jumped up and ran and laughed at it, “The little mop!” Come here, little mop!”

The little mop also recognized me, and threw the food all the way to my feet and jumped and let me touch it.

It is wet and its nose is cold, and We hold it in our arms and wrap it in a fur coat, and keep it warm, and hasten its feet to return to it.

I wonder what it was eating, bending over and looking at when it came out of the snow pit.

There is no shadow of food in the snow pit, only some dead leaves and broken ice.

It’s just starving to eat leaves.

I tried to contain the tears, sucking my nose, and slit my chin against the head of a little mop, and said to it, “Sister will never let you suffer again, eat and drink with me.” I’m sorry.

Chapter three.

Eight hours after being bitten by a corpse, I can’t feel the pain.

Strictly speaking, I’ve lost most of my consciousness, and I’ve lost my mind.

That’s good, at least I don’t have to feel the same way about the betrayal.

I’m mechanically avoiding the zombies who walk up the road, but it doesn’t seem necessary, and they’re not interested in me, after all, but only fresh flesh, and I’m almost dead.

My last breath as a human being hangs my thoughts at home.

Home not to my father, my stepmother, and their children, but to my true home, where I grew up.

My family’s on the 7th floor of the old residential building, and it’s a challenge for a seriously injured woman, but I’m half dead, just a building, easy for a corpse.

The house was sold by me before the end. House change, lock change, I can no longer enter.

I tied my legs and iron bars and lay down against the door.

It’s not bad to think of ending this in front of my mother and my house without watching them play with their enemies, and not wandering around with their bodies.

The desire for flesh and blood has become more intense and more blurred.

I felt something stepping on my fragile chest.

I can’t feel the pain. It’s just scary. I’m still breathing.

Thinking of that possibility, I look back and look at my head with a bright pair of bean eyes.

The owner of the eyes found me awake, with my tail swung into a propeller, his ass all over his body, twisting it up, humming to lick my face, and jumping on me more.

I recognized it despite the fact that it was covered in mud, dust, blood and a thick tan that was so dirty that I could not see it.

Before the end of the day, it was a stray dog that we wanted to live in. I’ve had a long hair so I can’t fix it, and since I first saw it, it’s just a dirty braid, so I call it a little mop.

The little mops occasionally go to the back of the deli in front of our neighborhood, and if they happen, I’ll pour it a bowl of clean water and open a pet can with me.

I’m surprised it’s still alive, because, according to my previous observations, it was young and not very bright at all, and I don’t know how it swayed around the bodies.

But anyway, I’m glad to see the dog before I die, just because it’s stupid, and I’m worried that when I turn into a dead body, I’m so excited that I’m getting my food.

I’m gonna scare it off.

I pushed it out of my body, and I punched it in the teeth, and I called out the phantom.

It was pushed to the ground and rolled, stood up and looked at me.

I’m back with the threats of Zhang Dancing.

It swung and said, “Uh,” and its ass slipped out of my sight.

Well, its back is really like a sheep with long tails, like a sheep in the northwest, and if it’s like a sheep, it’s so fat and so fat that it doesn’t smell.

It’s okay. Stupid kid knows he’s scared. I almost salivad out of my mouth and kept lying dead.

“Ooh. I’m sorry.

I had a headache sitting up, and I just saw the little mop swaying around with a dead-end snake, and I came and jumped on my leg with joy.

I’m falling apart, yes, I’m dying, but it doesn’t mean I’m not afraid. I’m burned to the ground. I can run 300 metres on my grave with a snake.

I took the little mop and its spoils from me.

The little mops kept falling in a very careful position to my eyelids, and the tails swayed with a small amount.

A dog can read the language of his body at the moment. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, but he knows it might piss me off. It’s afraid, but once I find my face loose, I’ll come back without a heart.

I’m not really angry, but I can’t see the danger, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it, I can’t see it. Fuck off!

It took a few minutes in situ, looked at me in the eyes of a wounded and incomprehensible eye, and saw that I had no sign of resting, and finally, with its tail close to its legs and running away by the wall.

I’ll just breathe and lie down and guess it won’t come back.

I’ve gone home, finished my goodbyes and even sat on my back a few times because of an accident, but my last breath was much longer than I expected.

The sun is coming down, and I’m taking a look at my sprain, and it’s gruesome, it’s almost invisible, and I hear the familiar footsteps.

I’ve been in Buddha’s hands for what the dog has done in his last life, so he’ll be punished for throwing a dog in his head.

It sits next to me and looks at me, and it doesn’t jump on me like it did twice before.

I got up and held it up and put it on my leg.

It doesn’t seem to feel like I’m in a bad mood, falling in love with me, spitting out what’s in the mouth of meat and pulling my claws twice.

That’s half of the dirty potatoes that it chews down, and new buds have appeared on several buds.

Maybe it’s its understanding that I’m on the verge of dying from hunger. So it shared its prey with me, and I drove it away, and thought that I would not eat it, and that I would not know where to dig it up, and gave it to me preciously.

I touched his head and didn’t take that potato.

It’s got the arch potatoes in its nose and looks at me.

I put it in my arms, and I followed it with that hair that looked pretty strong.

It struggles to escape from my arms, picks up potatoes, pulls its front limbs from my shoulder and sends them to my mouth, eagerly expecting me to eat its precious potatoes.

I don’t know if all the dogs are like this.

Before the end of the year, I had a lawyer’s job, spent most of the year meeting, sitting in court, without any conditions for the adoption of pets. I had just brought some food, and I occasionally met a miserable stray dog, and I provided them with a pot of water that would make me feel better.

I did all I could at the time.

The little mop is just one of the many stray animals I fed, and we have only a few sides. But because I gave it a little small favour, it wanted to live with everything that it had in exchange for me, when it was in a state of self-preservation, when it was always cold and when neither my beloved boyfriend nor my so-called family had hesitated to abandon me.

I thought my feelings as a human being had died before my soul, but now I’m crying.

I smiled at potatoes with little mops, wiped dust on my clothes, ate a big bite, rubbed a little mop’s head and said, “Wow, eat well, which puppy can do this?” Humans are starving, and little dogs can find potatoes! I’m sorry.

It’s infected by my exaggerating tone, proudly turning in two circles, staring at its eyes and spitting on its tongue.

Anyway, I’ve lost my taste, and I’m just eating its little potatoes in front of a little mop, and I’m blowing it out.

It’s almost time for me to throw up.

While the little mops were chasing their tails intoxicated, I took out the trifles with them and shoved them into their temples.

At the last minute of my life, I felt like I heard the sad sign of a little mop.

“Be quiet, you fool. What if you bring a corpse?

“Don’t wait for someone who won’t come back like Hati.

“Thank you for the last ride. Bye, little mop. I’m sorry.

The world is in silence and darkness.

Chapter four. Save Mount Burn.

I intend to take a little mop to a 24-hour pet hospital near my home, to give it a full medical check-up and deworming, and I need the help of a professional to handle the long hair of a dirty knot.

On the way to the hospital, the little mop was twirling in my arms, and I thought it was going to go on its own, so I put it on the floor and greeted it with me.

I didn’t expect it to stand there and look at me for two seconds and suddenly turn around and run.

What is this? Leave the leaves that just dug out? I couldn’t figure it out.

We skating like this, and you ran after me for a while, and his little legs ran me, and I took it easy and I took it from the ground.

I can’t help but wonder that the dog is really wild.

The results of the examination showed that the little mops were in good health and that I was relieved by the unexpected.

The doctor shaved the little mop with herdsmen’s wool, and talked to me:

“This young man is an old-fashioned dog of ours. He’s just out of town, a little dog with no mother, beaten up by a stray cat all day, beaten by other dogs. We’ve sent him an adoption announcement, but no one wants it, so we finally have a home.

“Oh, this guy’s taking good care of himself right now, you see, a shaving of dirty hair, a fat, white pig. I’m sorry.

The little mop is a cute little fat dog with a round and bright almond eye, a big ear like a pair of ponytails, short noses, short mouths with meat, white hair on a roll, and four feet with pink mats.

I guess it’s only a string of Western dogs.

It snowed when I left the pet hospital, and I put the little mop in the recently bought pet backpack, back on my chest, and speeded up.

The little mop was in the backpack and it was coming out, and it was grumbling.

And I wondered if it was pooping, but I carried it in the grass, and I saw no sign of it pulling.

When he entered the house, he opened a canned jar, which he ate in a difficult way, and then threw himself at the door, looked at the door and looked at me and wanted to go out.

It’s really hard to guess what the dog’s mind is, I’m so tired that I just put a lamb blanket on the front door and let him sleep on it and keep the door shut, and I lie down on the couch, and I have a lot to do tomorrow.

The Last Day Countdown 28 Days.

It’s dawn, the little mop is still guarding the door.

I fed it, left a rabbit dry, and then I left. When I get the money back from the stakes, I have to figure out what’s going on with it.

I’ll call Mr. Cossy and meet him at Wei Wei’ll go to the D.A.

I’d like to take this opportunity to meet a man who’s been working for 15 years at Beagle, security chief Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Chow is from my mom’s hometown.

The only child he and Aunt Zhou had was a Down Syndrome patient, and the couple had heard enough about their daughters in their home town and could not accept the advice of their loved ones that they should abandon their sick and worthless burden and give birth to a healthy child. For their daughters, they wanted to escape from their home environment and found my mother.

My mother, who was the other owner of the supermarket at the time, and who was the mother of a daughter, was pleased by the illness of his daughter and by the care she had given to her parents, and was able to arrange for a strong uncle to serve as a security guard at the supermarket and to find a job as a hospital nurse for Aunt Zhou.

After the incident, Uncle Zhou was very shameless and left his posthumously after my mother almost divorced.

But my mother advised him to stay, and the security chief’s job was hard to find elsewhere, and he needed to give his daughter a stable life and not to have trouble with money.

Uncle Zhou stayed, but they felt bad about my mother.

And after the end of my last life, I went to sing-hye-hye, with my mother and son, who had always looked after me, a few of the survivors of the supermarket at the time who were kind to me.

Uncle Zhou is ashamed of his emotions and is naturally biased in his position, especially since he loves his daughter and has always wanted to save for her for the rest of her life before he can work. I’ll give him some money and he’ll just do me a little bit of what he can. He’ll do it.

I found him in Beagle’s surveillance room and told him not to talk.

We walked into an unsupervised alley behind the supermarket.

Uncle Zhou was surprised to see me. He didn’t know I was here the other day looking for a fall wind.

Mandi, how did you… you come to look for the general? I’m sorry.

“I’m here to see you, Uncle Chow. It’s been a long time. I’d like to invite you to dinner and talk. Do you have any time? I’m sorry.

Uncle Zhou was a little nahan, and my mother had been in touch with them all my life, but I hardly had any contact with them, I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I immediately said, “Yes, yes, always.” I’m sorry.

We exchanged numbers and agreed to eat together these days, so I told Uncle Zhou to go back to work and go back to the car and wait for the couple to show up.

And the threat is right on time, but there is not only one but the two, but there is also mercy and singing.

They’re going to transfer my mom’s house to a couple of kids.

The way to talk about disgusting people depends on Yukio Yoo.

The daughter who forced her to change the house she had to make to the bastard daughter of the third child, who was satisfied with her heart, could not be described as an abdomen, enough to blow her life in her three social circles.

And my good father, who doesn’t know if he’s heartless or if he’s trying to make us sick, he’s acquiescing in all this.

Not too cold, I’ve got the house, and I’ve got the house.

Before I split up, I said again, “I’m done, but I’m gonna have 30 days before I can pack my things and hand them over to you. I’m sorry.

28 days from now is the end, and I won’t give them a chance to come into my house and disgust my mother.

The one who thinks he can’t fly, and the one who looks like Yoo Xuehua has to say, “Well, that’s your brother and sister’s name, but that’s your home. I’m sorry.

I think that’s a bad thing to say.

And when your parents are dead and you are an orphan, I am the only legal heir to your family, when all four of you are dead.

And if the Last Day ends, not only my home, but also mine, and the markets of balance, all your wealth will be mine.

You always have to eat before you die.

Back home, ready to open the door, the sound of the four feet of the little mop coming and going back to the ground was heard, the door was just sewn and a white shadow came out of the sew and fell down the stairs like rabbits and disappeared from my sight.

I stopped, and I grabbed a rope from the shoe closet and chased it downstairs.

When I left the unit door, it was releasing its bladder stock on the lawn, and it looked at me with the footsteps, and it did not continue to flee, and it looked nicely so that I would put the towed rope on it.

I found something in his mouth, and I pulled it out, and I left it with the rabbit before I left it, and it was damp.

The little mop stood up with its back leg and put it on me, hoping I’d give it back.

I put the rabbit chop back in his mouth, and he rubbed his head at my hand, shook my tail and thanked me, and then started whistling his ass all over the floor.

The little mop smelled while choosing the route, took me out of the neighborhood, passed through the nearby small park and went to a rotting end.

When I entered the ground, the smell of the little mops and the speed of running accelerated, dragging me up.

As I ran through a drain, I heard the sound of a hyena, the white figure that was running away, and the pull of the rope in my hand came with a sudden increase.

I looked over, and the little mop accidentally stepped on a hole in the drain without a lid and fell into the drain.

I was lying in a gap, and I saw it roll over like a turtle, and I didn’t even stop along the drain, and I pulled the rope and called it back.

It came back and I tried to grab it, and it swayed away from my hand, and it looked at me sad and anxious, with rabbit rows grunting at me, and looked at the deep of the drain.

I can’t help but think that since I was taken yesterday, little mops have been anxious because there’s a puppy in the drain? But he’s a young man. He doesn’t have a dog who can breastfeed.

But what if it is? I let go of the rope in my hand.

The little mop dragged the rope behind it and ran into the dark, and I listened to the noise and chased the ground.

It stopped and I heard it wailing.

I kneeled on the ground and lifted the drain lid near where the sound came from.

A bloodbath came out of nowhere.

The drain is not an owl to feed, but a bourne dog that is almost unopened.

The little mop was lying next to the head of Mount Burn, and he looked at me with his tail, and it was put by the mouth of Mount Burn.

But the big dog lays on the ground, moving, and can’t even see the body’s rise and fall while breathing.

According to my observations, he had a large amount of dried-up blood clot in his neck and abdomen, both of which should have been bruised, and hemorrhaging was significant.

I found it weakly biased, avoiding the sudden sunlight, all right.

I called the pet hospital, shared the location and asked them to send a car.

I regret that I should have seen the little mop’s intentions last night, and it’s time to come back and forth on the road, and I wonder how long Mount Burns will last in the event of loss of blood and heat.

The drain was narrow enough to allow almost one dog to shelter itself, and I climbed down the drain from its head as slowly as possible and sat next to it, fearing that moving it without permission would cause further injuries.

Although Mount Burns is a very gentle dog, I fear inevitably that it will attack me to protect itself.

But it was really gentle, and it found someone close, and it tried to open its eyes to me, and there was no hostility in the bright, silver gray eye, and the tail was shaking.

I barely pretended to say, “Good boy, good boy, good sister to cover you.” It’s not cold to cover it. I’m sorry.

And We covered it light and light on it and on the little mop, and touched its head.

It raised its head hard, reaching out its tongue and licking my hand.

I couldn’t help but wake up and hold a cold frontal paw with my hand, trying to pass it a little warm.

However, the Mount Burns, which I’ve been so gentle, suddenly pulled its claws out of my hand.

I look at it, and I don’t look at it like I’m angry or impatient, and I don’t take it seriously, and I smile at it.

Its weak big eyes reveal regret and shame, and give me back the claw.

I would have stroked his shoulder and thought how long it would take a doctor to get there, unwittingly leaving his stretching pad, staring at me.

Watch out for the claws.

I’ve come so close that these are new and old, layered, round wounds less than five millimeters in diameter, like… burned by the butt!

Shit! I can’t believe I’ve got 100 Gs in my head.

In ancient times, the punishments against the fingers and toes were the top 10 tortures, the hearts and hearts of men, the dogs, the claws, the pains of the hearts of the dogs every step of the way.

I began by speculating that it was a tied dog that broke its neck when it broke off the chain, while the abdominal wound could have been vagrancy with other large dogs who had been torn from the ground during the fight.

But the wounds in its claws completely subverted my consciousness, and it is also highly probable that the wounds are man-made!

I tried to contain the anger and look for other injuries.

Turning its ears open, like in toes, is a smoke-burned wound, because Mount Bourne’s ears are down, and the wounds are suffocated in an inhaled environment, and the scars are worse than those on his feet, and they send a stench of corruption.

A ring of barbed barbed wire is attached to the skin, which heals after years of injury, and a ring of skin near the barbed wire is no longer hairy.

Watch out for the hair of his abdomen, with a fresh knife extending from his chest to his belly button, and a thin yellow fat layer and red muscle texture exposed in the air, close to being ripped open.

To be honest, I have seen a lot of bloody and brutal scenes in the case file and in the end, but the many and repeated human abuses are not enough to dispel the shock and anger that I am now feeling.

Let me guess.

Old Uncle was a pet dog, and he/she had a well-meaning owner, and he/she had developed a human shell full of love and gentleness in front of the outsiders, and the core was a complete monster and pervert.

He/she can’t be easily seen by outsiders, with his/her ears and toes stitched, subjected to torture for years and years, dressed in a collar with barbed wire, swaying around the city with his/her dog, enjoying the darkness of beating a dog under the eyes of a normal person, and he/she doesn’t know if he/she’s ever tried more hidden tricks like drowning, freezing hunger, needles, etc.

Perhaps Mount Burns is too gentle and too patient, and he/she is less satisfied with the cutting of a blunt knife, and this time he/she will live.

Fortunately, in the face of the master’s knife, Junior escaped and, fortunately, it also met a little mop of the Virgin Mother’s heart.

Two doctors finally arrived.

After consultation, we decided to take it out of the drain by a more powerful doctor, then carry it to the car with a stretcher and get back to the hospital.

The doctor took Mount Burns out with an unstable heart and almost got a dog on the floor.

“It’s so light, so lighter than I thought it would have been. The pervert probably never ate it. I gave him the weight of the scale, and it almost fell on him. “The doctor says, “I’m sorry.

He’s big, he’s like a pony, and he’s got half a hair, which leads us to miscalculate his weight. In fact, it’s thin and thin, which makes it very easy for the two doctors.

The car is going to run to the hospital, and we’re going to make a living for it.

He was sent as fast as he could to prepare his skin for surgery.

I stayed at the front desk to register and pay in advance.

In the pet name column, I wrote two words — Tag.

Tag, Tiger, with the meaning of being alive and strong.

Tag needs a blood transfusion. When the blood type test results came out, hospital staff helped issue an announcement among several members asking if any large dogs of the same blood type were willing to give blood to help Tag.

I’ll add to the staff. I’ll pay for it.

Five minutes later, a group of young mothers and daughters led them to the hospital in Alaska, where little Allah was blinded by blood.

I wanted to pay Ms. Lin, who categorically refused to do so, but she said that in the case of a dog, there was no way to save her life, enough blood vessels and enough to shake her.

Teg’s physical background is so bad that he has to be operated on immediately, and we are concerned that he will never wake up in the process of laxity, and that he will never wake up, and I will leave their address and contact details to pay for them later.

While waiting for the results of Tag’s surgery, the girl asked Ms. Lin: “Mom, why did Tag’s former master hit it, didn’t feed it, and it didn’t run away? If I were that man when he first burned me, I’d bite him and run away. I’m sorry.

Ms. Lin replied, “Do you remember when you were younger, you moved and you didn’t control your hand, you often scratched your mother’s hair and you liked your mother’s face. Even if you were your mother’s baby daughter, your mother was always in pain and anger, but you pulled the beard and sat on the dog and jumped on it, and it was Mom who stopped you from teaching you, and the dog was never mad at you, let alone mean you, right?

“The dog loves you unconditionally, and Tag loves his former master.” I’m sorry.

Ms. Lin is right. I cannot ask the abused dog why he didn’t protect himself with his tusks, because love for human beings is the nature of their genes and humans dare to abuse tigers and panthers. It is the fault of the despicable humans, not the dogs, to use their love and protection to harm them.

In the middle of the journey, the chief knife doctor came out of the operating room and told us that Tag was not too bad, and that all he had to suffer was a flesh wound, a wound, and no infection.

In addition, the doctor found that Tag had hidden testicles, since Mount Burns was a cancer-prone dog, and he suggested taking advantage of this lumber to remove the incubation from Tags’ abdomen in case of future cancer.

I agreed without hesitation that in the end, it was far more important to ensure the health of Tag than anything else.

The operation came to an end and Tag was put out asleep.

It was surrounded by Elizabeth around its neck, and two large ears stood up under the support of a cardboard, with a quiet drop of liquid.

Ms. Lin’s mother and daughter, having seen Taga’s surgical room, finally said good-bye and took their dog home.

Me and the little mop are in the observation room waiting for Tag to wake up.

Dinner is over and I order out for doctors and staff who have not yet had time to eat, and I have no appetite.

The little mop was not fed for most of the day, but it seemed to know that its companions were enduring pain, lying silently beside Tag, reaching out their paws and squirting Tag’s Elizabeth circle.

I went to the front desk to brush a jar and dump it in a plastic plate in front of the mop, but it stopped at only half an hour, licked my hand and tried to lick Tag’s wound.

I got it under control, I hit it with one hand and covered the cold right front leg of Tag because of the infusion.

Most of the staff are off duty, with a smooth life map for Tag, but they are late to wake up, and the night shift doctor says it’s slow to metabolize and big to wake up, so I may wake up a little slower, let me take a little mop home and come back tomorrow.

But I’m not sure if I can keep a dog in the hospital and get the doctor’s permission to stay with me at night.

I went home and packed something, took a little mop and took a shit and went back to the hospital.

Half a dream of seeing us, his tail starts beating and he struggles to get up.

I’m gonna walk over there and sit down, and I’m gonna put his big head on my leg and put his little mop in front of his nose.

The two dogs smelled each other friendlyly, and Tag put a little mop in his mouth, and the little thing was about to take off.

I was too busy to hold it, and I said, “Tago’s still dizzy. Hold on, don’t throw it up. I’m sorry.

The doctor came to change Teg’s medicine and told me not to keep an eye on progress, and the machine would inform him when it was almost done.

The day of war ended, and we slept in the sound of machine law.

Early in the morning, I was woken by the movement of doctors, and I looked down at two dogs.

They look like they’ve been waking up a long time, and they’re looking at me, and they’re trying to get off my knee right now, and they’re afraid to jump.

When I put it on the ground, it immediately snuck out of the hospital gate and peed in the tree at the door.

With the doctor who helped Tag to turn over, gave him a half of the body massage, and he said he could eat, except that the potion had an effect on appetite, and he would not be willing to eat.

I put a little mop can on the plate, and then I poured out the prescription jar opened by the doctor to Tag, and I pulled some water and heated it with the hospital microwave.

In order to avoid the wound, Tag is still left to lie side by side.

When I put the food in front of them, yesterday the little mops that didn’t eat began to flaunt in their mouths, while Tags shrunk his neck in reflexes and twisted his head to one side, as if he didn’t care about the food, but I knew it not, because it was licking its mouth and moving its throat.

And We turned his head towards him, and We pushed it closer, and said to him, “Eat, and eat no more of the little mops, and take it.” I’m sorry.

Tag looked at me like he realized the food was for him.

His eyes were on my face, his mouth couldn’t help but look at the food and make sure that I wouldn’t suddenly hit him and then lick the jar with his tongue.

It’s an inconvenient position to eat, it barely licks anything, it spits its tongue in its eyes, it smiles at me with a happy and satisfying dog, and the fury tail stabbing again and again in the little mop face.

The little mop has finished its share, and it’s smugly staring at Tag’s plate.

I snuffed my eyes with a little mop and fed my meat into Tag’s mouth with a spoon.

Two doggies finish their meal and fall asleep on their heads.

I was booking a plane ticket to S Province on my cell phone, and suddenly it felt like Tag was strangling at the throat of my leg, and it raised its head, closed its mouth, and its nose was heavy, and I looked at me with wet eyes. I’m sorry.

It’s true, the trash can just passed to Tag’s mouth and it threw up.

The food that was just eaten was almost spitted out, and I held it gently and let the doctor feed it with warm water.

The doctor comforted me by saying, “It’s possible that before I was so hungry, the medicine used to irritate mytoms, suddenly too much indigestion, and then a little more to feed me.” I’m sorry.

When the doctor said that, Tag was sitting on my leg, and was happy to play with the mop and push me, and I chewed on your game, and I looked at me proudly with my tongue from time to time, as if I was holding myself up, proud of not throwing up on me, but not at all.

The end of the countdown 26 days, Tag’s in the hospital 3 days.

We’ve been in the hospital for almost 24 hours, except for home wash and little mops.

Every two hours, I flipped, massaged and fed Tag and defecated him twice a day with the help of a doctor.

I went out in the afternoon to buy food, and I came back to see the little mop running around with its tennis balls, while Tag was reluctant to sleep on the legs of the female doctor who often looked after her.

I sat in the empty spot on his ass, sitting between him and the doctor.

Tag kept looking at me around his neck, waiting for two minutes to see me, and he couldn’t help but stand up to me.

“Oh, let’s see which bad dog doesn’t hold his sister.” I’m sorry.

Tag doesn’t understand, laughs at me and let me squeeze his beard.

It’s recovered well, no longer as dying as it was when it was picked up. Time is running out, and I have to restart the unexpectedly postponed house purchase.

I was told that I had deliberately placed the little mops in the hospital during the outing, and that the staff had released the largest cage in the compound, and that if two spaces were separated by a fence in the middle of the cage, they would be able to accompany each other in order to avoid the taeg wound.

With the consent of the hospital, I installed a surveillance camera at the top of the cage to facilitate real-time access to them.

And when I said goodbye to the two little friends in the cage, they threw their tails at me and thought that, as was customary in the past few days, I would just leave for a short while and be back soon.

Chapter 5. The trip to Wing Chun

Those who have experience with the patient should have known that, while in the ward there is not much of the dirty work that really needs us to do, the emotional insinuation in high stress and anxiety, which continues to be extremely devastating to both the mental and the physical.

I’m not going to stay at the hospital tonight. I need to go home and get some sleep.

Unfortunately, some uninterested people don’t want me to.

Just came in, the cell phone rings, a call from a strange number.

I put my cell phone on the tea table and started packing the luggage to go out.

“Chen Man is only you, you heartless bitch! I’m telling you, you can’t get over my son’s problems! I won’t let you go! I’m… “The mother’s hysteria curse from the way out on the phone.

Since the day I called Luma La Black, she’s been calling me almost every day with a different number, and as soon as she calls, I’ll answer, but I don’t talk, I’ll take it.

She started by following the old pattern of strangulation, then became sorely depressed that she put pressure on me to speak, calling today, even more so when she opened her mouth, torn her panic for so many years.

To be honest, seeing her incompetence and watching her despair collapse is one of my few recent pleasures.

But today’s unjustified complaints remind me that in her last life she also used these words to scold people, and that, of course, it was not me who had spent my money, but someone else, two of whom were in the middle of this wave, the other main person who was completely invisible.

In our last lifetime, when Chen lost control of Péya, our knowledge of what happened came from the story of the road manager and the blackmail of Chen.

As soon as she learned that her son had been the one who had offended him, she tried to contact him. She felt that her son had been given a job for him, and that he was a woman who had many fans for many years.

But Bae Yahoo refused to listen to the phone, refused to show up, and the roadmother refused to show up, and was going to go out and block the house and the company, but I stopped him.

Pei Yahoo has also been a victim of this, and while he has avoided the help of those who have helped her, his weakness in the face of power to do so is not a sin.

Moreover, since the road is far from being an adult who crawls and fights in the entertainment world for many years, it is not naive to think that good intentions are bound to pay off, that it is the nature of the majority, that the people he helps are not willing to repay him, that he can only bear the consequences of his own self-respect, that he cannot afford, and at least I will share it with him, and that the roadmother does not have to hate to kill because he has failed him.

So, Pei Yahoo disappeared for some time.

Until the road turned dark, less than three days before the end of the day, Bae Yahoo returned to public view in an unexpected form — she was engaged to a middle-aged man.

Mysterious fiancée of Pei Ya-chul, the middle-aged director of Pei Ya-chul and Lui-Yan-Yan, who is nearly 20 years older than Pai Ya-chul and who has always loved her since they dated.

She almost passed over the news and cried out that Pai Yahoo was a white-eyed wolf, and she was in danger of dying, and now she’s back on the road, and she’s lost everything, and she’s in love.

There is no curse or bitterness in the path, but there is no belief in the spirit of God.

Now, remember, the filter I had in my last life was too thick for the road to read how unusual his reaction was.

In the second half of the year, since his cell phone was sent back to the factory for repair, Lu-Yi Yan spent some time with my backup, and I remember he lamented that if it had not been for the iClaud, he would have missed a major job.

I found the backup, I entered the remote Apple ID, and I started trying to crack the code.

On the first two occasions, there was a password error, and on the third, I entered Cmw07181101, and the login was successful.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I have some hidden hacking power, it’s just because his password is really good, it’s just a combination of letters and numbers with special meanings that I’ve never done before, it’s just because I don’t care, it doesn’t mean I can’t.

The combination of my initials, my birthday, our love anniversary, is very moving.

As a matter of fact, the iCloud autobackup of most of the applications was opened by the road.

Look at his album in haste. It’s what most handsome and self-aware men have in their albums.

Addresses, memos, calendars, everything is normal.

Until I set the iMessage record in a peaceful way, I finally found something.

Click to enter one of the high-profile interfaces for quick browsing.

This is a year-long interaction of information.

From the start of the day, hundreds of you come to my day-to-day sharing, to play a game of five pieces of the system when you’re busy on both sides, to a pair of same leather bracelets in their hands, and to hand-written poetry.

There is no open conversation or pictures, but the words are vague.

During the most recent month of communication, the other party complained about Chen ‘ s obscurantism and inaccuracies, asking whether she was too sensitive and overreading Chen ‘ s behaviour.

And the road is peaceful, and the anger is gruesome.

The dialogue between the two ended the night of the annual meeting with the last message from Pei Yahoo.

She said, “Yanji, help me.”

I can’t help but wonder if Chen Dong’s face was hit in front of everyone by the girlfriend of another director who dared to sexually harass the company in public at the annual meeting?

Even if he was such a dastardly, why didn’t he ask her for help from her powerful and real boyfriend instead of bringing in the bottom of the company?

It’s obvious in the context of the rumor that Bae Yahoo’s director’s boyfriend and Chen Dong Soo are fighting.

With or without interest in Péya, she will be able to make a public sacrifice for a stupid fish in her own fish pond, and will give the whole company the impression that Chen is a hungry man who doesn’t care about the big picture, and that Chen can’t take her for any more than he does for his boyfriend, and will only increase his anger over her roadside, kick her out of the roadside, which would be like helping her deal with her little flesh.

No wonder the director got engaged to Bae Yahoo as soon as the last life was over. Bae Yahoo, who is a fine man, deserves the official credit of the next woman.

Ironically, what kind of a tragic hero has been the revenge of an unknown colleague, who has always been a fool who has been deliberately exploited by a obstinate target, a woman and a girlfriend who has been forced to go into the water, and who has become an angry, selfish scum.

Of course, I can’t see anything in vain. I’ve packed everything up all night, and I’m going to give you a gift for the road.

The end of the countdown 25 days.

When the flight arrived at the capital of S Province, the cold air in the northeast hit me hard, making me feel for the first time how cold it was.

In the event of an end-of-life extreme inflammation, another extreme cold, a cold and cold cold for me and my dog, and a cold for the moment, I shake my hands and touch my cell phone, and write in my memos an important reminder of the need to replenish the cold.

Out of the airport and in a windmill, he went to the municipality of the S province, Wing Chun.

Wing Chun, a coastal city with a long coastline, has been hit hard by the local economy as a result of the strong support of the local government for the development of tourism, which was once a well-known tourist destination in northern and north-eastern China.

The car passed through the streets of Wing Chun, without seeing many pedestrians and vendors, close to half of the shop doors and windows were closed, the traffic was not dense and a scene of depression.

As our cars move towards the outskirts of the city and closer to my destination, the buildings become more and more scarce, with little or no sign of home-building, except for a small, occasionally passing piece of it.

On the basis of the information currently available, I am satisfied.

The average summer temperature in the calendar year of Wing Chun City is 7-8 degrees Celsius lower than that of the low-latitude inland region, facilitating the long-term preservation of food stocks after the end. Also, on the coast of Wing Chun, the air is very wet and is unlikely to run out of water in the future. Finally, even if the climate returns to normal a few years later, the winter temperatures in the spring are higher than in the vast majority of northern cities and relatively difficult.

In addition to its climatic advantages, Wing Chun maintains a low population density, which means that the total number of dead bodies is even smaller after the end of the day, that the relative resources available to survivors in the city are sufficient, and that the safety index for my and my dogs’ survival bases is higher, so that they do not have to spend a lot of time searching for material in the defecating suburbs.

The car stopped in front of a high-level gate in a small section of the swarm of birds.

When I saw a middle-aged woman standing in a red flavour in front of the gate, I was busy saying, “How come you’re not in the car?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t expect you to see the road twisting your head, but I can get you back to the car in time.” I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhang is the owner of this house and a business partner of my mother’s when she ran the supermarket.

She had a similar experience with my mother, leaving her home when she was young, fighting with her lover in C Province.

The same is true for the couple who have suffered for many years together, and for the woman who has been in love with her immediately.

But Aunt Zhang was lucky more than my mother, and when she was getting divorced, I was studying with Professor Xu, whose lover was an expert in divorce cases, and she came to me with a sense of humor and begged me to help her.

Aunt Zhang was just an acquaintance of my mother’s. She broke up with her mother after her divorce, and for many years, she didn’t know where she came from with my messages.

But she looked at me like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw.

I can’t bear to see her, like my mother, giving her all her heart for her family for years and being humiliated by the wrong side of the marriage and by the spoilers from outside.

Fortunately, the professor gave me the honor of taking over Zhang’s assignment.

Aunt Zhang did not realize that there had been an unexpected gain in the desperate attempt, and the Master bit her ex-husband and gave her enough credit for most of her family and two children.

As soon as this happened, she took the children away from their grief and returned to her home province of S, where she settled.

The house I was looking for was bought by Zhang’s mother and father, but the old man fell at home two months ago, and the doctor decided that he had to go on a walk after he recovered. Zhang was relieved that she had been taken to live with her in the provincial council, so he wanted to sell the idle house.

Despite her eagerness to take the house, Aunt Zhang, who learned that I had an interest in the house but was reluctant to sell it to me, said that her house was difficult to sell and did not have to be picked up by me.

Despite my insistence on the beauty of the landscape, the comfort of the climate and the slow pace of life, I wanted to buy this house as a place to spend my leisure time, and she listed a number of “defects” that tried to dissuade me.

First of all, this house is too far from the city, with inadequate infrastructure, and it’s hard for young people.

Second, the building is built on vacations, but in recent years the Wing Chun tourism industry has not been as popular as it was before, and the whole house is sold at a very low rate, and the resident population is much poorer, so that the property industry is lazy, and the security guards are not seen for years.

The more I hear it, the more I hear it, the better these “defects” are in the end.

She had no choice but to ask me to come and see the room first, hoping that I could change my mind after a little experience on the ground.

“You see, this house is on the top floor, and if the power goes out, you’ll have enough to drink up and down the stairs. I’m sorry.

Up to the 16th floor, out of the elevator, Aunt Zhang said, “There’s two of us on the left. The one next door seems to have never been sold.

“Well, come on in, it’s been months since you cleaned up.

“The floor below is 120 flat, because it’s the top floor, with a penthouse and a balcony, and 120 flat, and your grandfather’s choice of this miserable house.

“You see the flowers and grass the old man planted on the balcony? Oh, that’s where the leg breaks. I’m sorry.

The whole building is facing the sea and is built on a high ground, three kilometres from the coast, where Aunt Zhang ‘ s house is the highest building in the vicinity or the top floor, and where no drones will look around, it is extremely private.

Moreover, Aunt Zhang has thought of everything for his parents, and the house has been set up to keep warm, soundproof, fireproof and waterproof, not only because the attic and the balcony upstairs will be of great use in the future, and everything is perfect.

Aunt Zhang saw me not only without being discouraged, but also with increasing insistence and, finally, with compromise.

Man Zhou, since you’ve thought about it, your aunt won’t talk to you.

“In terms of price, Aunty’s 880,000 died at the agency for two months, and none of them wanted to come to see the house, it’s not a good place to sell. You’re going to buy it, it’s a big favor to the aunt, so that’s 660,000, and you’re going to get more than one. I’m sorry.

It’s not a good place to sell, but $880,000 is too much to say. I know that Aunt Zhang is taking this opportunity to give her back what I did for her, but I do not have enough money in my hand, and I do not have the right to defend her.

I’ve taken advantage of it, let alone asked Aunt Zhang for credit, and I have chosen to pay the house in one-time, despite the financial constraints on hand.

At the time of the formalities, Zhang finally stopped holding up and said to the staff: “You say that the children of Hue City and Hai City are less interested in buying than the Seaview house, and I really don’t understand what they’re thinking. I’m sorry.

I can’t explain to her the real motive for buying a house, and I can smell it and laugh with the staff.

How can I repay Uncle Zhou, Professor Xu, Aunt Zhang and Ms. Lin, who are the good people of ancient times who are willing to help me when I need them?

The main task of this trip was completed, and I invited Aunt Zhang back to the hotel for a few drinks, and she went back to her room to rest soon.

It’s dark, and I walk out of the hotel in a tight dress, blowing a soft sea breeze along the tourist route and following the guidance of mobile navigation to the nearest commissary nearby.

At the halfway point, I suddenly found that Wing Chun had a public telephone booth on the street, which was supposed to be used to get tourists to take pictures.

I tried. It’s not a good thing. It’s a good thing.

The road is cold and clear, and only occasional walkers walk dogs.

I’m standing in a telephone booth, equipped with a transcriber, and I’ve assigned the number of Bae Yahoo.

The first three were quickly hung up until the fourth.

The telephone was connected, but no sound was made to the person on the other side.

So I began by saying, “Is it you, Miss Pei?” I suggest you find a place where there’s no one else. I’m sorry.

“Who are you?” she says. What is it?”

“Miss Pei, you have too many questions.

“I’ve heard you’re close. I’ve come to wish you what you want, and I’d like you to do something for me. I’m sorry.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, I’m hanging up…”

“Did Miss Pei’s boyfriend ever praise you for wearing that leather silver bracelet?”

“Or does he know who you met in the President’s Suite of the Sunset Hotel in his name after your trip to Hang City last month? I’m sorry.

She kept quiet for a long time and kept her mouth shut and said, “You’re here to bring justice to the peace of the road? Want me to talk to Chen in front of him? I’m sorry.

“Miss Pei is thinking too much.

“I will give you an opportunity, whatever means you use, to completely eliminate the possibility that the family will spend money to put an end to the disaster, and if he has only one hand, then I am not the only one who can appreciate the great performance of Miss Pei, and your boyfriend will receive a copy, Chen will receive a copy, and every major marketing number will have a copy.”

“Mrs. Pei, isn’t it hard for you? I’m sorry.

“How do I know you have something in your hand? “Peja’s tweaked teeth.

“As long as Ms. Pei is exposed to the risk of video leaks, I’ll pick up a lucky man at random, and I’ll use her cell phone to send Miss Pei a copy of my clip. I’m sorry.

“How can I trust you? How can you be satisfied with the road? I’m sorry.

“Miss Pei, do you have any choice but to believe that I will keep my promise?

“How far do I have to be satisfied?” Leave him with a basic self-care capability, and the rest depends on what Miss Pei thinks of her own planet and marriage. I’m sorry.

He didn’t want to kill me in the last lifetime. He didn’t support or oppose it. I’m not an extra-legal maniac in the presence of a silent watchman, and I’m not forced to kill him with this. Besides, if he doesn’t leave the road alone, how can he feel like he can’t survive in the end?

“Well, well, well, you better do it, or I’ll die with you! How are you going to do it?” I’m sorry.

“Of course, you have no conflict of interest. As long as you’re done, I don’t have to play with you.

“You don’t have to worry about the acceptance.

“And, be careful, clean up your tail. If anyone comes to me, I’ll give you trouble. I’m sorry.

♪ ♪ And the ♪

When I heard the phone hanging out over the microphone, I put my face in a scarf and laughed.

Even though he was so angry, he would not let it go except by hanging the phone.

I gave my choice to Pei Yahoo. I bet she can’t afford to run everything herself.

If you win, it’s your turn to try and get the back of the man you’re trying to protect.

If he loses, he can hold the pressure, he can hold the bottom line, and he won’t let the stupid fish she’s been through, it’s no harm. There’s a lot of ways to calm the road, but I’ll be kind enough to give the road a chance to fall in love.

The road is so far away, what happens to you, it’s all because of how tough he is.

When we get back to the hotel, it’s 9:00 p.m.

The first thing I heard from the night doctor at the pet hospital was that he could get up and walk a little bit. I’m sorry.

I immediately opened the backstage of the surveillance on my cell phone and saw the staff member put two dogs in the cage to sleep, waiting for them to come in their own space and pouring different thaws into their basins to eat before sleeping, then closing the cage door and leaving the surveillance.

We lay weary on the couch, and watched them at night.

The little mop looks like a vacuum cleaner, with a head down, a mouth in the tub, and a head up in three seconds, and the pot is glowing.

After it’s finished, the other side of Tag is still embroidered with his tongue, two or three in his mouth at a time, and he can’t stop chewing it 50 times.

The little mops could not help but walk close to the fence separating them, standing there spitting their tongues and watching the food of the Thai anchor through the cracks.

So Tag looks at it.

The dogs looked at each other in silence for a while without knowing what had been agreed, and Tag pushed its pots to the fence with his nose.

The little mop hesitated for only one second, and suddenly reached out to the pot with its claws, pulled out and couldn’t hold them, and the freezed dry was leaking through the cracks of the cage without eating it in its mouth.

And he’s rushing to get his claws out of the gap. When he fell down on the slab, four hoofs swayed, and he raised his head and howled.

I couldn’t help but watch the surveillance footage fall, and I had to get the staff to look at Taggar’s pot, and I’d better hold it at the end of the mop before they’re both done with the careless and dark-knocked food.

“Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. “I’m holding down the laughter.

The two dogs on the phone were sitting up in the air, looking for their voice.

“It’s me. It’s my sister. Look up there. I’ll continue.

The two dogs listened to the sound and locked the camera, and each one of them had his head on his back, but the tail had tumbled.

“A little mop, I see you’re trying to steal Tag’s freeze dry. Don’t bully your brother. I’m sorry.

I’m finally sure I’m talking to them, with my little mop in my ear, standing up with my two back legs and jumping up and up, and Tag’s standing up like a little mop to the camera. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to see my brothers again. I closed the backstage and took a long breath.

Fortunately, I still have them.

The end of 24 days.

Today is supposed to be Chen’s day, but it’s important to do business, and I have little ongoing interest in the peaceful movement of the road.

I contacted the developer in the district, and I asked him how long I’d like to rent the unsold house next door. I said, how long would that be? So she ran away like she was afraid of me and quickly helped me with the lease.

Two sets of houses come in handy, so I can safely seal down the 16th floor safe passage doors and elevator hall doors before the end of the day and use them as my own space.

For the time being, the house I bought was a set of As and the next one was a set of Bs.

I’ve been looking for the best local renovation company in Hinchun, and I’ve asked for it:

Give the B set to redo full water, fire and soundproof.

Full upgrade of AB ‘ s two hydropower systems to be replaced with the best heat-resilient materials in the market.

Two sets of doors and windows were reinforced, and window glass was replaced by two layers of one-way bulletproof.

AB has both solar and wind power systems installed on the roofs of the two attics, with photovoltaic panels on the roofs, and light-filling equipment for the interior of the attics and a sprinkler system for the two terraces.

Without prejudice to the stability of the house, the AB sets of two sets will be broken, the security doors will be placed in the middle and the wall between the two terraces upstairs will be removed.

AB Each of the two pavilions is equipped with a rain-fed filtration system, a large capacity of thick filters, a connection to irrigation systems, which will be used for irrigation and farming in the future, and a small capacity of fine filtration, which will connect the household water pipes to meet the daily needs of me and the dog.

As I looked in my house, the project manager of the fit-out company wondered why I had to change it, and I said that I was going to make a seaside eco-café, build a beautiful city garden on the roof of the building, and give our guests water purification and clean energy, and strike environmentalists in the face and crush them to death.

I can’t believe he didn’t know where he was.

The company’s reputation was good, and the price offered was fair, because the changes I asked for were not necessary for a first-hand impact map, and the project manager promised to complete all work within 10 days and deliver the receipt and inspection, and we immediately returned to his company to sign it.

As soon as I got out of the renovation company, I was on my way back to the hotel, and I couldn’t wait to get my ticket back to C Province tomorrow.

I went back to the hotel and washed it in haste, and I fell down on my bed and I closed my eyes to remember what happened in my lifetime.

A few days after the end of the last century, the hydroelectric system was completely collapsed because it was not effectively maintained.

Water and electricity outages, and at first, survivors in supermarkets are able to maintain a certain standard of living with sufficient stock in supermarkets, and people-to-people relations are also good.

Soon, however, because of high temperatures and accelerated deterioration in the quality of food, even the three-year-old product is not going to last long. Before the death wave, there was little food available in the supermarket, and the competition for survival resources exacerbated the tension among the survivors.

The result of the conflict is that these precious goods, which end up in the hands of a group of bloodless zombies, headed by fear, but in the hands of the scum brought on by their peers by any dirty means.

Other survivors, including the husband and wife of Zhou and I, who were stabbed in the eyes of the Yu family, had to live hard not only by catching geckos and insects, who were hiding in the thick leaves of the green roses, but also by keeping an eye on those scums.

Now, it’s not too hard to predict how far-off betrayal of the road can be, how hard it is to find a softer meal when his face is of some value.

I’m not going to let myself fall into that fight for the next life. I just have to be prepared to hold my dog in a quiet place and wait to see what happens to them.

And if you want to hold on long enough, you have to be prepared.

Although Wing Chun takes advantage of the land, our new house will also have its own water and electricity supply system, and it will be much more comfortable to cope with high temperatures than the rest of our lives when they sing for Huey, but the end of this hellish world will not come to an end, and when food stocks are empty, I will have to have the capacity to rely on planting and raising to provide me and my dog with a stable food supply.

In that way, we need to plan for the use of the limited space in the attic and the balcony.

I got up to pick up my phone and I started an invitation to a former client.

The other is an agricultural broker who runs his own farm and orchard, and I opened my door and told my brother that I was planning to get a small, self-sufficient farm in my own yard, informing him about his needs and the area available in the yard, asking him to help me out with a farming plan based on experience, then to pull out a full list of purchases in accordance with the plan, and then, after we have adjusted the communication, to get all the final materials.

He said he’d send me the plan and the list as soon as possible.

The end of the countdown 23 days.

I’ve been looking for acquaintances working in the medical system in the province of C, and I’ve asked them to check if there’s a local admission to the hospital.

By chance, Aunt Zhou just happens to be working at the C provincial people’s hospital.

Last time we met with Uncle Zhou, we had an appointment for dinner, but the meal was delayed due to Tag’s stay and trip to Wing Chun.

I was on my way to the provincial high-wire station to contact my uncle last week, at his strong request, to come to his house tomorrow night for a meal, and to ask Aunt Zhou to help me on the phone to find out about the road.

I just got into the high iron station and I got the papers from my brother.

Looking at it carefully, it’s not easy to lament that professional matters are left to professional people.

The Boss ‘ s documents are divided into two main modules: cultivation and farming.

The planting module includes not only seeds, seedlings, plants, common mushroom culture kits and their variety characteristics, planting requirements, seeding and harvesting time, common pests and pests, unit production, stocking and rotational advice, but also accompaniment with eradication supplies, planting and harvesting tools, small-scale farm machines, land plantations, fertilizers, and even consideration of pollination, with a box of bees and, if possible, a need for self-refertilating, with a full set of materials for the development of the cans and earthworms.

There is little difference between the farming module and the content of the plant, including the corresponding varieties, cages, finished feed, bread worms, herbs seeds, common medicines for livestock and medical devices, and a small, unexpected, domestic feed machine.

A long list of video learning materials and tool books is available.

The list of Big Brother seems to me to be almost impeccable, but only partly adapted to the special circumstances of the last life.

The first criterion for crop selection is good feeding, followed by yield and symmetry, and the list of too precious varieties needs to be screened for replacement. After all, in the natural environment of the last, the best breeds are useless.

Except for crops with a multi-year plant and seed preservation period of more than five years, it is desirable that other crops choose their own species. Otherwise, a few years later, when the seeds in my hand have expired or become degraded, I will face an indescribable situation.

It is sufficient to select a plant with a modest production of fruit trees, and to increase the number of durable tropical fruit varieties such as mangoes, cloves and guavas. In view of the high temperature and the humidity of the air after the end of the day, I suspect that the apples, dates, pears and other fruit trees on Big Brother’s list may not survive these tropical indigenous peoples.

Chickens and ducks are removed from the poultry list and replaced by pigeons, quail and roosters. Chickens and ducks are raised too much, and their voices are almost the same as the call for other survivors to come to my house to eat, a risk I cannot afford.

The purchase of all living items is increased by one half of the list criteria. The last human survivor, who died almost one third in the first days of the warming, fears that if my crop and livestock reserves were not large enough, they would not be able to survive this wave of natural triumphs.

Big Brother has no problem with the others, but he has repeatedly advised me that tropical fruit trees are not a good seed in Wing Chun, so I don’t have to come all the way here, and then I’m going to have to take the water out of my basket.

All I can say is that I’ve got my own plans, even if you help me with the quality.

Big brother is desperate.

Because I wanted a lot of stuff, he said, like the new tropical fruit tree and the little bird, he had no way out of hand and needed some time to find it.

I’m not in a hurry. I have a lot of work to do in C Province, and Tag can’t get out of the hospital soon, and I’m not expected to move to Wing Chun with dogs and supplies in 10 days.

Based on the trust of both parties (mainly my trust in my professional deterrence and my brother’s confidence in my ability to pay), the deal was well discussed. I paid a down payment, and I don’t have to worry about the next thing.

I ended up at the station, and I went out to the pet hospital.

Chapter VI Dealing with follow-up in C provinces

Pushing the hospital’s door, it happened to see the little mop being pressed to the operating table, holding the ducks’ party and waiting for the doctor to inoculate it.

Teg was standing by and giving him a shot, and the rest of the light glided at me, and immediately shook me like a waking lion.

The little mop heard noise, maintained the position of strangulation, turned its head upside down and looked at it. A carp hit broke out of the doctor’s hand in a moment, ran like a rabbit and ran out of the shadow, and then snapped and fell off the table.

The doctor was busy to see if it was broken, and he was able to get up, with four short legs sliding fast on the tile floor and crashing into my arms with Tag.

I was sitting on the floor with my ass, laughing at their names.

The brothers swayed around me, and Tag came up and licked my face, and the little mop saw it, and stood on my lap like a little shell, and jumped up and licked my chin.

I was laughing, shuddering my neck with a scarf to rub the saliva on my face, holding a puppy in my hand, slamming a dog’s head and rubbing them in the face.

When the excitement of the reunion calmed down, the little mop returned to its senses, and when I took one of Tag’s hoofs to examine his abdomen wound, the teacher sat aside and looked at me with his eyes. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I threw a large bowl of tundra at my brothers, but Tag was lying next to me, looking at me from the bottom with my unmistakable eyes, and the little mop was scolding, and no dog was willing to eat my reward.

The doctor was looking at the scene and giving me a tip: “Why don’t you take them out for a walk, and no puppy can refuse to go out, and when they come back, they’ll forget they’re still angry.” I’m sorry.

So I wandered around the hospital with them, and Tag put it around my leg, and the little mop pulled a towed rope in front of me and ploughed it fast.

Each time they come across the road, one wants to go to the left, one wants to go to the right, but because the teacher has enough to drag him to the right, he has to shout out his ass, so every time we have to compromise, and we have to walk a long way along the path of the big ear calling the ass, until I worry that Tag will not be able to hold it up and force it back.

The doctor’s right. Go out and get me back together with the two little ones.

I realized that Tag was always quiet and thought about it, and I didn’t really hear Tag.

I fed the dogs to see how they were eating, so I went to the office to find Tag’s master knife, and I asked, “Doctor, did Tag’s vocal cords hurt?” How come it never makes a sound? I’m sorry.

The doctor looked back on his chin and took a look at Tag’s medical records, and said, “There’s no physical damage, maybe Tag’s a quiet, beautiful man.” I’m sorry.

At this point, the beautiful man and the barking donkey had finished their dinner and were leaning towards me for dinner and naps.

Tag was stuck to the point where his eyes did not consciously flip, but he refused to close his eyes and lie down. But the little mop lays around eight forks, with a snoring out of its belly, as if I had fallen asleep, and I looked down on its face and found its eyes open.

Tow the teacher up and sit up, and Tag’s not sleepy, and they’re staring at me with their eyes on the thief.

I couldn’t bear to trust and depend on my dog, but I ended up walking out of the hospital with the eyes and little mops of them.

In the final part of the province of C, I had a very full schedule, and it was inevitable that if they were to leave the hospital and come home with me, they would not have been well cared for and would have stayed in the hospital.

When we move to Wing Chun, everything will be fine.

The end of the countdown 22 days.

Runs two banks, takes out $200,000 in credit.

Subsequently, through a friend ‘ s introduction, the local Institute of Vocational Technology found a way to enroll in electric welding, water and electricity installation and home electrical maintenance, to teach one-on-one exercise, to produce a short-term of 10 days, to be fully fertilized, and ordered the relevant common tools and materials from the school.

Nearly $20,000 was drawn from the Provident Fund account, and a card in the name of Yoo Xuehua was set up in the best-known health-care facility in the province, at a cost of $10,000.

From the agency, a barber shop was found nearby, and a long one that I will not have time to fix was cut.

He then rushed home, carrying the gifts for Uncle Zhou ‘ s family in his car and parked the car in front of their rented district at the scheduled time.

Uncle Zhou was talking to the doorman in the doorman’s room, and when I showed up, he came to help me carry what I had and blamed me for the expense.

I observed behind Uncle Zhou that this was an old-fashioned institution home and that the only doorman in the neighborhood was an old master.

The door to Uncle Zhou’s house, like most of the neighbors’, took decades to pass through the frost of old wood doors.

The house was just 40 years old, although they cleaned it up and cleaned it up.

Aunt Zhou is an unspoken woman, but from her dinner, an extra bowl of chopsticks on the table, I can feel their family welcoming me.

There’s something on the table that’s very bright, and there’s a house that’s usually fried, and it’s obviously not from one person, and I think Uncle Zhou bought it out of a restaurant.

Uncle Zhou didn’t do much for the food, but instead used a public chopstick to pick up my daughter and me.

We’re eating while we’re talking, and I’m talking about it, and they’re talking to each other, and they’re all over the place, and they’re so clumsy and sincere.

Aunt Zhou told me that she’s been trying to get me to the farthest part of the road: “The boy, hey, the two hands are broken, the bones can’t hold the flesh, the hands are as soft as rubber mud, and there’s hope for good.”

“It’s his little face on the left, even the skin with the horn, which is burned somehow, and it’s a scar when he recovers.

“I think he’s tall and he looks like a star. It’s a shame.

“Oh, and he’s in our hospital, and he’s got a broken tooth in his mouth and a broken vertebrae, and he can’t move in his bed, and neither mother nor son has any family, and he doesn’t seem to have any money, he doesn’t have a special nurse. I’m sorry.

Bae Yahoo did it. She probably thinks someone wants to use her hand for a face-eating man.

In addition, she bought a gift and sent her mother to the hospital. She was not afraid to force her mother and her daughter to die.

Aunt Zhou looked me in the eye and looked me in the face and said, “Oh Man Zhou, is this young man your acquaintance?” I feel sorry for them. Do you want Auntie Zhou to take care of them for a while? You don’t pay, I can help them clean up. I’m sorry.

I can’t afford to be so careful and solemnly treated by a younger generation who can’t control their lives.

It’s my mother’s blessing. It’s my mother’s legacy.

And I put down my cup with a cup of tea, and I blinked on my head, and said, “No, I don’t know them, I’m just a friend.

“I’m here to ask Uncle Chow to do two things for me. I’m sorry.

When Uncle Zhou returns his daughter to his room and then brings the door out, I take out the $50,000 in cash I had prepared, put it on the table, tell Uncle Zhou about my request and show that the money is only part of the reward, and I will pay another $100,000.

After listening to me, Uncle Zhou looked at me with a very complex and wonderful look.

My request, judged by their modest values, is indeed not illegal, and it is easy to do so in his capacity as the head of the security forces of the Beiwei.

But I look at their faces, and I think I’m about to steal my family’s property, and I’m afraid I’m going to influence Uncle Chow’s work.

I laughed and said, “Uncle Zhou, it’s not what you think.” I’m sorry.

It’s not what you think. What do I want with the dead?

“Uncle Zhou, if you do as I say, I can assure you that nothing will ever happen. I’m sorry.

Don’t worry, when the end comes, there will be too many dead at the mouth of the dead, and no one will care for one more or less.

Aunt Zhou looked at the tablecloth and seemed worried, but Uncle Zhou quickly looked back at his daughter’s room and looked at me and took the lead.

On the way to get me on the bus, Uncle Zhou stopped talking, and finally opened his mouth when I opened the door: “Man alone, Uncle Zhou may not be in a position to say this. I know that you have hatred in your heart and support you in getting back what belongs to you and your mother. We just don’t want you to get in there, okay? I’m sorry.

And I looked at this face, which had not yet been tormented by the pain of a widow, and said, “Okay, Uncle Zhou, I’ll take care of my position, don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself. I’m sorry.

In his previous life, Uncle Zhou had told me that on the day of the end, his wife and his wife were working outside and that his daughter remained at home alone as usual.

However, when Uncle Zhou tried his best to get home, he only saw his own house open and several bodies were lying on their daughters.

They went mad and killed the bodies, or failed to save the lives of their precious daughter, who had loved them for half her life.

And then we were almost at the same time.

A number of survivors were gathered in the supermarket, some of them courageous, and had been cleaned up with green carrots that had not yet grown fully.

Our successors, whom they consider to be the pickers of peaches, remain invisible even though we have been admitted to them by virtue of our relationship with the terror family.

At a later stage, when food is running out, the rest of the survivors are starving to their own devices, with the exception of the scum that holds a small stock of food.

Uncle Zhou found less food on the greens, but when he found it, he saved it for me.

I know that they took care of me largely because of transvestites. My beloved daughter died, faced with the daughter of a woman who was in a bad situation, and became soothed and soothed as their children.

After my family pushed me into the tide, I watched the crowd disperse and no one stayed for me except for the tears of Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Zhou didn’t try to save me, and we all know that I was not their own daughter who they could protect.

But I’ll always remember their once soft heart.

In this world, I want to do my best to help the three of them survive together.

Zhou’s house was not far away from the family’s home, and after confirming that the danger was at home, I came with a man’s sweater and a medical card during the day.

This cashmere was the day I was reborn, with the help of a tailor’s aunt, who I just received today, but without prejudice to me saying, “Dad, I see you’re in good shape, and you haven’t changed much since before. This sweater is the size of the old dress you stayed at home. I’ll take it back and change it. I’m sorry.

A little flattered at my gestures, and thought he would look me up and down.

I’ve been working so hard these days, with my eyes dark and my eyes dark, and I’m afraid I’ve cut off my long hair for years, and I’m afraid he seems to be well-suited to an old-fashioned, high-rised daughter who is now desperate and turning back and trying to impress on his rich father.

So it was a little pitiful to change it, and not to exaggerate my mind’s skill.

And I gave him a doctor’s card, and I made him look like he was in a state of embarrassment, and I bowed my head and said, “And Aunt Willow is worried about me. This is for Aunt Willow, so she can use her cell phone. I’m sorry.

And if I hadn’t thought of my gift, even his sister had it, surprised him for a moment, and groaned, “Hey, you child, you’ve finally grown up.”

“You were too young for me and your mother to understand, to think of things too sacred and too serious.

“Now that your mother’s gone, and your husband’s gone, it’s time to untie the unnecessary.

“We’re also your family. Don’t be too much of a family to be alone, okay? I’m sorry.

And We set aside our faces, and We gnawed on our lips, without any face, as a sign of being taught.

And I thought, “Whatever you say, if you’re going to eat candy, you’re going to be a good grandson.”

Countdown to the end of 14 days.

The last 10 days have been a poor one.

During this period, the company completed all its work on time and informed me of the receipt and inspection.

Before I left, I ordered a total of 10 freezers at the various electric operators’ own platform, booked for the new home, rented a baker, drove to Wing Chun and put all the stuff in the freezer in the new home.

I’ve been studying at the Institute of Vocational Technology since Wing Chun returned, and I’ve been busy spending money.

The vast majority of the goods can be purchased online at more favourable prices, and they can also use credit cards, white bars, spending credits to ease my financial pressure.

But something that comes through special channels, such as weapons and defensive equipment against people and bodies, requires me to use the relationship to run.

I have not forgotten to find Internet cafes to help download games, books, videos and electronic recipes from the last days of my life.

Following this period, a large amount of material was replenished in the warehouse as a result of the rat move.

Although the new home is equipped with solar and wind power systems, it has been supplemented by 3 static diesel generators, 10 outdoor appliances and 20 chargeable beverages in response to unforeseen circumstances.

Small mops and tags of dog food, canteens, tundra, snacks, common medicines, nutrient supplements, toys, hair-washing suits, dog suntans, velvets, and, in case of need, cat sand, sufficient quantities are available.

My sweatshirts, wind-proof feathers, velvet boots, warm blankets, etc., have been fully purchased for cold heating at below minus 40 degrees Celsius.

Me and the dog can eat frozen dried fruit, frozen dried vegetables and buy a year’s worth.

Various commonly used prescriptions, non-prescribed drugs, collected through multiple online channels, are also stored.

These new materials appear to have been listed, and I actually spent only one night re-sealing them in a single, unmarked, large cardboard box, where they were placed in the same place as the items that had been pulled from Najat.

The end of the countdown 13 days.

By last night, Tag and the little mop had been in the pet hospital for the whole 14 days.

Teg’s wounds were largely healed, and his body weight increased rapidly from 32 kg when he was admitted to hospital to 40 kg, although still thin, but according to the results of the examination, it was called a healthy puppy.

I’ve got two pups with feathers to settle for treatment and foster care at the front desk.

I figured I’d have to make up the money. I’m going to pay for the bar code, but I’m told there’s another 2,000 in the account.

“I’ll check. “The system shows that on the day she was admitted to the hospital, Ms. Lin, the owner of Alaska who gave blood to Tag, charged him $3,000 in his account. I’m sorry.

I was surprised that Ms. Lin had not only brought her family’s baby to save Tag’s life, but had also secretly shared some of the cost of my treatment.

There’s plenty of good people in the world, and I can’t help but laugh at Tag’s face with his tongue.

The first thing about taking the dogs home was to wash them, and I put up with these two little dirty dogs, especially the little mops, who raised themselves from the garbage they picked up and thought the dogs had been in the rain and had not showered.

When I was standing next to the tub, the little mop and Tag were standing at the door of the bathroom.

I’ll take a look at the two dogs at the door, the little mop is small, the hair is not long, it’s probably better to wash it.

So I pick up a little half-cylinder and then I snap the tap and I throw my hand at the mop.

The little mop was held under my armpit, and it was very relaxed and fell into a long strip.

Until its hoof got to the water, the mosaic became a whirlwind gyro in an instant, struggling to get away from that gruesome pool of water, begging me with round eyes, trying to get to my head.

It was only two feet wetted, and We made it so that We carried it out of the bathroom, helplessly, and placed it on the floor of the living room.

The little mop fell off the floor, and it was like a tumbling sound, like a wooden fish.

Me and Tag are both in a state of no pain, and this impotent man has not stopped for a moment, and he has put himself in a sew, leaving only a series of wet stickers on the wood floor.

I had to pull the teacher to calm myself, shoot Tag’s back and take it to the tub.

And Tag’s doing it, and he jumps in the tub, and he feels a warm hug, and he lets me go.

Despite the relative cleanness of Tag, the first tank of water was fast dark, the gap between the water exchange, and we found little mop-sneaky little heads.

He lays down at a door that he thinks is hidden, spits his tongue, turns his head, and looks at the look on his brother ‘ s face.

This time I went to catch it, it wasn’t that strong, but I didn’t put it in the water, but on the back of the flat, and then left it out of control and washed Tag’s face with his chin.

The little mop realized that the water was not so terrible and was soon attracted to the rubber duck on the surface, jumping off the back of Tag and playing with the nose.

The hard work of cleaning up the brothers is yet another challenge.

As soon as the blow-blower starts, the little mop starts poking, yelling, and the blow-blower is bigger than who.

That reminds me of my last life.

In his last life, the teacher had dared to shout when the bodies were surrounded. I wonder whether it had any basis at all, was not afraid of the bodies, or was simply empty of mind, or how the words were written.

For the future, it must be corrected from now on.

I raised my left index finger and put it in front of my mouth, making a “shh” sound, and my right hand gently squeezed its short mouth.

I squeezed the little mop’s mouth, and I thought I was playing with it, and I forgot to scream at once, tossing my tail, and I tried to lick my face.

But as soon as I let it go, I’ll notice the sound of the blow-dryer again.

I was just about to go on booing it, the silent Tag, and suddenly, with one mouth down, the incontinent head of the little mop with the noise in it.

The little mop swung, backwards trying to pull its head out, and as soon as it moved, Tag opened up.

The little mop is a little angry, looking up, wailing at Tag.

Tag looked at me with his little mop on his face, and I tried to put my finger up to my mouth, and Tag immediately understood what I meant, with one big mouth and the head of a little mop.

Tag is patient, and after that, I don’t have to tell him again. As soon as the mop’s awry, it opens its mouth, wears it out of its temper and takes my hair-blowing service in peace.

After cleaning up two puppy dogs, I gave Tag a big cheese bar, a little mop, and sent them to eat on their luxurious dog nests and to clean and wash myself in the bathroom.

When they came out of the bathroom, they were watching the door, watching me show up like I hadn’t seen it for a long time, with a cheese bar in my mouth, huming through my nasal cavity, swirling around me, beating me like two hairy tails like a rainbrusher.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I barely managed to cope with the enthusiasm of my brothers, so I went straight to bed, ready to sleep.

It’s a pity that the call was made on the phone.

The man, like his mother, who was in trouble with his own bed, picked the time of his sleep to harass me.

But I’m surprised that the road’s so quiet, I’ve been free for 10 days to come to me and ask questions.

“It’s been 20 years since Chen Man Zhui met you, and it’s only now that I know you’re so cold and heartless.

“Now I’ve broken my hand, ruined my face, and you’re proud to have dumped your bag in advance?

“Why don’t you talk? Are you still ashamed of me? When your mother died, my mother and I used you as a family.

“No wonder your father didn’t want you when he got divorced. He’s smarter than all of us. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but stop him from saying that there was no logic in saying, “Okay, you didn’t come to me to vent your emotions, just get to the point. What do you want? I’m sorry.

The sound of his breath was as hurried as he was in the trunk, and it was at least two minutes of silence before he opened his mouth: “Give me 1 million.”

“Your mother left you a house that you don’t want to sell, well, I don’t want to make you. I only want a million dollars. It’s your lawyer’s income for a year or two.

“Give it to me, you don’t owe me, just buy us all these years. I’m sorry.

I’m about to be laughed at by his ridiculous theory: “You’re quite a young man’s loss, but a million is a dream, and I’ll give you 200,000.” I’m sorry.

Roads are completely unstoppable, and the sound is almost one word out of his teeth: “Attorney Chen, I’ll take another step, half a million, not a penny. You don’t know what to call a person and see each other later, do you?

“If you can’t afford it, then blame me for taking you to your home and law firm every day, and giving you a new passion in front of your colleagues and neighbors.

“The importance of money is also the importance of your reputation as a woman and as a lawyer, and I advise you to consider it. I’m sorry.

I would have liked to entertain him in his loathsome state, but he was so mean that I didn’t have the pleasure to blame me for talking to a dead man.

“Give me time to sell my assets, five days, five days later I’ll bring you money.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to hear that.

I’m leaning on the bed.

I suspect that since Pei Yahoo has been in the middle of his life and Chen’s reaction has been different from that of his lifetime, he probably took his money, lost his hand, and neither of them was delayed, so she and his son couldn’t even get the money from a nurse, so they called me to ask for a debt after so many days.

Five days later, I’m already in Wing Chun, and it’s not easy to get my fucking vertebrae back, and I don’t have a few bucks on me, and I’m actually trying to get my life-saving straw, and they’re not worth it, except for their incompetence at the hospital.

It was only when I looked back that the two pups had been sitting on the bed side and watching me, and the two cheese sticks had been left by the bed at random.

I may have been surprised by the tone of the phone call I just made, and I saw them for the first time with this grotesque and unconcerned look.

I clapd my hands at them laughing, and the dog who was very good at reading human emotions took it easy at once and twisted like two fresh earthworms.

The little mop stood with its back leg, with its front paws on the side of my bed, and with the polite and timid Tag on his left and right, he was spitting his tongue, begging me with the same pathetic look.

All right, all right. Is there a dog that doesn’t want to be repaired by the master?

I quickly compromised under the silent offensive of two dogs, with a fragrance puddle in my arm, enjoying the heat of two little heat stoves that continue to pass through the blankets, crying and sleeping.

Countdown to 12 days.

There were no curtains last night.

I look in my eyes, and I can’t get up in a warm, baking nest.

Half-dreaming, it seemed like I saw Tag jump out of bed, and then the little mop stepped on his back, and the two dogs left the room quietly, wondering if they were sneaking away.

When I was completely awake, I turned around and sat down, and the two brothers, who were lying silently by the bed playing with the tug of the river, immediately rose up and shook their tails to hand over my hand.

I was in a good mood and they went out for a walk, and then ate breakfast when I packed up, and ate while I was watching over the brothers and guarding the way Tag gave his food to his brother.

I’m in a hurry to take my last day at the Institute of Vocational Technology.

I got a call from Uncle Zhou.

I’ll be there first.

When Uncle Zhou entered the door, I asked the waiter for help packing the two shop’s brands for tea.

Uncle Zhou sat down, didn’t interrupt me and noded at me while taking off his thick coat.

The waiter left, and I laughed at him: “Uncle Zhou, I’ve heard from my mother before that your family likes sweet. The chocolate lava cakes are very good for sale. I’m sorry.

Uncle Zhou said, “Well, well, I’ll taste it. I’m sorry.

Instead of a knife and a fork, he pushed his hand, turned around and pulled something out of the pocket of his coat and handed it to me.

I’m gonna look at the envelope I gave him when I was a guest at Chow’s.

It’s…

Uncle Zhou saw my reaction and pushed the envelope to my side of the table, explaining: “I thought about it with your aunt these days, and we can’t take it.

“Your mother didn’t tell you that when we came out of the village with the two of us with the twigs, and we couldn’t understand or speak Mandarin, and the villagers said that we were working on the site to make money, that he was taking us to the site for half a year, that we were paid by the end of the year.

“We don’t have any money, we don’t have money to go home, we can’t live at the site, we’ve lived in the bridge hole for half a month, and we’ve almost been tricked into working at the Black Coal kiln.

“Accordingly, your mother was from our village, opened a big supermarket in the city, and I approached her with a thick face and asked her to borrow $200 to buy the tickets back to the village.

“I didn’t expect your mother to pity us and have a good job with your aunt, who was young for the first few years and couldn’t leave for 24 hours. Your mother knew that your aunt was in the hospital for the most part, and tried to keep me at the warehouse at night, so that she could have at least one adult next to her.

“We’ve been on your mother’s side for years and never had a chance to repay her, and now she’s gone. You ask Uncle Zhou for a little help and we’ll charge you. I’m sorry.

The waiter came over and put the package I asked her to pack it on the table.

Uncle Zhou saw him, turned his face, raised his sleeves and put red eyes on him.

And when the waiter turned away, he pushed the envelope before me and said: “Man Zou, take it back. Uncle Zhou has been given a chance to repay your mother, and you will be Uncle Zhou.” I’m sorry.

My nose was sore, I didn’t look at the tears in the eyes of this middle-aged man, staring at the old sweater on his shoulder, which was wired, and said, “Well, then I’ll take your kindness for my mother.” I’m sorry.

When I was about to leave, I picked up a bag on the table and handed it to Uncle Zhou: “This is for aunts and Zhou, and Uncle Zhou brought back their sweet mouths.” I’m sorry.

He was flattered to receive it, and he had a true, shy smile on his face: “To them?” Your aunt hasn’t had such a good cake. I thank you for them, Man Zhou. I’m sorry.

The Zhou family was close to this side and Uncle Zhou declined my offer to drive him home.

I sat in the car and saw him go away.

This “middle man” who faces a bit of “demeanor” can hardly resist the fact that he’s a middle-aged man with a low profile, dressed in a worn-out, clean and clean shirt, with a delicate handbag that doesn’t match his drawings, like a full-carrying old fishing boat, returns to his warm harbour.

He may not be able to give his wife and daughter a rich material life, but I think every member of their family should be happy.

I sincerely hope that they will remain happy.

Countdown to the end of 11 days.

The 10-day session was finally completed intermittently, which means I’m ready to move.

First we have to get rid of my car. I may not go out again after the end of the world, and I may not be able to use a fuel-burning car, rather than sell it in the garage, and rent a convenient one and then keep hoarding it.

The company that recovered my car in the last century is fair, and I’m familiar with it, and I’ve bought it in full for less than two months, and I’ve rented an almost brand-new SUV.

When I was busy packing at home, I received an invitation to go to the family dinner.

It’s funny to say that on the one hand it seems like it’s very willing to admit me to his new family, and on the other hand it doesn’t matter what happens when my so-called husband goes to prison and runs a supermarket alone.

I was also worried that he had taken care of my daughter, who had changed his mind and found out that I had lied to him before the end of the day, and that it now seemed to me that I was simply worried.

Although it’s a bad idea to deal with this boring activity, I’ve got something I want to give, and I’ve taken a trip.

I’m starving to death, sitting at my family’s table, using the words of my daughter Yoo Xue’s mother and daughter as a noiseless noise, eating with all my heart, eating with chopsticks, and getting a ticket out of my bag to the concert in front of Yue.

He started by taking it up at random, and then saw it was her favorite group of men on tour in the department of C, jumping up and screaming at me, “How did you get the tickets?” I’ve got a couple of friends who helped me rob them together.

The voice ends with her mother’s death staring.

I didn’t answer their eyeballs and I left without saying good-bye.

Not all of us have come here, but the big family who can’t play and enjoy with them, mostly because of the way I used to be with the family, and now it’s suspicious enough to give them something. If I do that, they’ll think I’m upset.

Once they’re prepared for me, isn’t that a waste of good intentions? Let’s do it. Save me some effort.

Chapter seven, go north.

The end of the countdown 10 days.

I compared the prices given by freight logistics companies and expatriates in advance, which was not too bad, considering that, if the goods were to be shipped, they would have to go downstairs and find a small and reliable worker to carry them upstairs.

I’ve moved more valuable items from the warehouse to a rented SUV, and six of the moving company’s uncles dropped the rest into two large cars, carrying our hope of surviving in the end.

It’s time for us to leave.

I came home and I carefully carved every corner of the house into my head.

I wonder if I and the dogs can wait until the end of the last.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to return to my place for the rest of my life.

I made a final farewell to this house, which carried me from childhood to memory, and I gently grabbed the door, and the smart lock sounded the “door locked.”

I turned around, carrying a backpack with pictures of my mother’s life and her belongings, and carrying two comprehensible doggies to our unknown future.

It’s the third time I’ve got to go on this route.

Every time I wait for a red and green light, I spy on two dogs in the back seat.

For the most part, they were focused on the windows and were curious to observe vehicles and pedestrians of all colours outside the windows.

Sometimes a little mop gets tired of trying to climb up to the front seat and come to me, but of course a traffic driver like me doesn’t care about it, and he just runs back to his brother and slaps his head on his back.

Tag knows it too well. It’s boring.

So Tag opened his mouth on purpose, grabbed his little mop with his teeth, put the little mop down, and then dragged the teacher up, and waited for his brother to give it again.

Just like I don’t know why kids like to ride in a rocking car in front of a little supermarket, and I don’t know what’s so funny about the way the brothers fall, rise, fall and rise, but it’s the way the two doggies go over and over and over again.

I saw a pair of young brothers and sisters on the national road connecting two small towns, shortly after I entered the eastern three provinces.

They’re in an abandoned inter-city bus station, and I’m just a little hungry, and I’m gonna stop by the station, and I’m gonna pack up my expensive backpacks, and I’m gonna put on my feathers, and I’m gonna take them to see what they’re selling.

The bags on the ground were full of croquettes, croquettes, red dates, pine and croquettes, which I never expected to sell.

I asked my brothers and sisters if they could give me a taste of pineapple and scorpion.

He didn’t talk, but he laughed at me, bending over and grabbed one out of two bags, and put it in my hand.

And I put my hand behind my back and said, “Oh, no more, I’ll just take two of them. I’m sorry.

He’s still not talking. He’s smiling.

And I gave the little mop a pine nut, and I was watching the little mop-rolling little girl, and I said, “Sister, my brother can’t talk. He wants you to taste it, and taste it without taking money. I’m sorry.

I was even more embarrassed to say that the little girl rose up from the bench, took the fruit of her brother’s hand and shoved it directly into my hand, saying, “Sir, it’s all right that we pulled out of our home forest. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

And I took off my gloves and put a pine in my mouth, and my eyes opened for a moment, and it was really good, and it was more radiant, whole, low.

I cleaned up all the billboards they put on the different mountains, and most of them were 20% lower than in the supermarket.

With the permission of my brothers and sisters, I took a sample of my own from the depths of my pockets and confirmed that the goods below were not adulterated and that the whole bag was of the same quality.

They were supposed to be riding that old bike, and it wasn’t much, and I didn’t think it would add up to 100 pounds, so I told my brothers and sisters that I was all wrapped up in their booths.

The little girl jumped and asked me, “Really, sister, can you eat so much?” I’m sorry.

We said, “Really, I left some for myself, most of it for my friends. Isn’t that enough for you? Do you have any stock in your homes? I’m sorry.

Her brother used to speak sign language, and she translated to her brother: “There’s a lot of old people, but it’s gonna take us at least an hour and a half. I’m sorry.

“Can I have your bike in my trunk and take my car back and get it?” I’m sorry.

The little girl looked at her brother, she thought, and she said yes.

I followed the little girl’s lead and stopped at a fork in the road, and the little girl said that the road behind was very narrow and my car couldn’t get through, so I could write down her brother’s phone and wait for them to come back.

And We flowed from the good, and when they did, We could stow the dogs around.

Freely used to be a drag master, he was so excited every time he came out, and the cold temperature of his cold dog feet in the northeast did not extinguish his passion. It was like a hard-working old cow who dragged me and Tags out of the snow a long way, jumped up from time to time, slammed his head into the snow, strung a hole in the snow, suffocated his mouth with heat and his beard with ice cream.

I think it’s 2 kilometers out, and the little mop’s not over.

When my brothers and sisters called me and said that they were on their way back, I had to drag the little mop around.

But the little mop didn’t work out, and the donkey’s temper went up again, and I pulled it, and its four legs were like rooting in the ground.

“Ass, can you go back and finish shopping later? I’m sorry.

Donkey doesn’t listen.

A car came from far and near, but it didn’t slow down while we were passing, but the window of the co-pilot came down, and a sister came out of her head, laughing, and drank at me, “Where’s the girl? I’m sorry.

I’ve imagined the image of me and the mop in my eyes, and I’m happy, and I’m not going to try and talk to the mop, just grab it and lock it in my arms and go back.

And Tag looked up at me, and I touched his head and asked him, “What’s wrong? Does Tag want my sister’s hug?”

I don’t know if Tag’s listening, but he’s so passionate about turning his ears into seals, twisting his ass and responding to me, and then he’s standing up and holding his front paws on my arm.

“Aigoo, you’re heavy! “I almost fell.

Tag was scared and embarrassed to put his tongue out, but he insisted on pulling it on my arm, instead of stretching his head for a little mop.

I was a little confused, and I was carrying a belt on a little mop feather, and I passed it to Tag, and I said, “You’re going to help me with the mop?” I’m sorry.

Tag gave me the look of appreciation, the joy of holding on to the little mop’s backbelt, the fall of the front leg, the head up ahead of my two positions, the sense that I was still in place and the sign that I was coming.

I sprinted on Tag, ran along with it, looked down at its glamorous look and the little mop in its mouth.

And when we turned around and got to the spot where we could see the parking, I found a motorcycle parked behind our SUV, and it was so close.

Tag also noticed something wrong. Put down the little mop and keep an eye on that direction.

I did not have time to follow Tag’s reaction, chaining them to a rock plume far from the road, and went to investigate the situation alone.

Without being too close to find the right angle, I took out a video of my cell phone and, by fine-tuning the focal frames, saw a tall, thin young man leaning on his waist and focused on my co-pilot’s door, and no sign of me.

There was no obstacle to sight near this fork in the road, and I saw nothing of a third man, who was supposed to do it on his own.

The traffic is not secret, but it’s not uncommon. I didn’t expect anyone to choose to steal in such a place.

And under such conditions, instead of destroying the windows of the car, he spent his time unlocking the lock, and I guess his goal was perhaps not the goods of the car, but my car.

I didn’t want to have a face-to-face confrontation with him, walk back with my hands, end the video, and call the alarm.

I just got through the phone and I saw the co-pilot open the door.

And by the way, he probably found me in the mirror while he was drilling.

The man pulled himself out of my car and came to me with his pocket.

He’s more than just a regular thief, I’m afraid.

So I turned around, and I ran, and I looked for a way to get help from a passing car that didn’t know when it was coming, or did I look at him?

In the days that the last life began, to live, I had to fight with the enemy and the dead in exchange for my mother and son, who were soft-legged shrimp. To protect them and save themselves, I had killed many lives, not least of whom were strong, young men, and I would never be worse off than this skinny one.

However, I’m not afraid to kill (not to mention in self-defence), but I’m afraid I’m going to crucify the Bureau for the end of 10 days.

I’ve been thinking about two seconds and I’ve decided to run first.

While quickly describing the situation with the operator, he pulled pepper and electric sticks out of his jacket pocket.

I heard the voice of the man behind me chasing in the snow at great speed. After all, he had long legs and was better suited to moving in the snow, and our distance inevitably drew closer.

All of a sudden, a string of violent, male dog barks, and soon a small dog barks in, and I look back, and the skinny poles are horrified by the sudden dog barking, but he quickly identified the sound sources and found that the two dogs were tied.

I guess he thought he’d run faster if he held me down before I took the dog rope off.

Intuitive judgment, I will be chased before I reach the big bend ahead.

Tag and the mops were squealing from a short distance, holding the towed ropes and raging in an attempt to break loose.

No more running, I judge the time, turn hard, and hold his hand against his eye until he reacts.

He shouted a sad and long cry, but he stung it, and stung it, screaming in anger, and stabbing at me with a fruit knife.

I was about to hit his neck artery with an electric truncheon, and I saw a giant shadow running and jumping up in the shadow of a tsunami, putting him all over the ground on the shoulders of a man, and squirting me.

The man was taken off the knife by accident and turned back on his face. On the ground, guard his head with his arms, while Tags squeezed on him, shattered his head, tearing to pieces the man ‘ s back ‘ s clothing, cracking of fabrics, men ‘ s squeaky sound in the snow, small mops ‘ constant screaming in the distance, the low-terrestrial cry of Tags, and frightful mixing.

I overheard the sound of sirens from afar.

The skinny pole is no longer moving. It has to calm Tag so that the police officer does not get the wrong idea that it is a dog who attacks people at will and shoots it directly.

I was too busy putting a knife that I had left in the ground, and I put it in my backpack, coming in the direction of Tag.

Tag saw me go back to my senses, no longer tearing the man’s torso, standing on the back of a skinny pole, stomping his head hard into the snow, bowing his head to his teeth and making even more terrible low-pitched roars at the criminals.

I pulled his face out of the snow with my skinny stick’s hair, and I was still breathing, probably because of shock and lack of oxygen. The thick winter clothes prevented him from most of Taggar ‘ s attacks, at a time when several layers of his clothes were rotting, with cotton in pieces and bites on his back but not serious.

I took the only half of Tag’s towed rope and bound the skinny pole like a pig.

Then he lays down in peace, snuffing his nose, touching Tag’s tight shoulder, and says to him, “Beautiful, it’s OK, come on, sister hugging.” I’m sorry.

Tag came down on the skinny poles, changed the way he looked, with his tail on his tail, with his bow on his back, and strung into my arms.

I sat on the ground and held the shaking body of Tag, listening to it squealing out of its nose and screaming with fear. It’s the first time I’ve heard it scream in so long as I’ve been adopting Tag.

The sirens were coming closer, and I followed my reputation, and I saw the brother and sister who had taken off their bikes.

Soon, the two sides arrived behind and behind.

They were shaken by the scene before them, particularly by the tragedy of the skinny poles.

Two male police officers were busy untied and examined for injuries, and another young woman was a little obstinate about the big dog in my arms and came in a little late to help me up.

I feel like Tag’s still shaking, and I don’t have to show her.

She may think that I was frightened by the speed of my life and death in just a few minutes, and did not hesitate to sit down one step away from us and to speak as softly as possible to me.

During the conversation, the brothers and sisters went to help me get my little mop back, and my shivering dog turned into two.

The police officers took us back to the police station after taking evidence in the snow, handcuffing the reawakening staff to the police car.

I submitted to the police the previously recorded video as evidence.

When I finished my notes, my brothers and sisters were using paper towels to rub snow on Tag and the little mop.

The policewoman who had been in the police station came in with two duck legs outside the gate and asked me, “Can we feed them?” Fresh water. I’m sorry.

The little mops smelled meat, stood up in love and grazed at the food of the officers.

I was pulled down and I said, “Sure, thank you. I’m sorry.

The policewoman laughed and split the duck legs between the brothers, watching them chewing on their heads and saying, “You’re welcome, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

“Well, they’re all mate dogs. I was adopted a little while ago. I’m sorry.

The policewoman looked at Tagweyn and reached out and touched Tag’s big head.

Tag stopped eating and touched her hand with his nose.

The policewoman’s eyes were lit up and she didn’t live in Quatega. I’m sorry.

And he said to us: “The man whom ye have sent down is a wanted man who is on the run.

“For fighting with the owner of the convenience store, he entered his house in the middle of the night and killed all four of his family.

“The motorcycle he was driving was stolen from a nearby village, and the weather was so cold that he saw your car parked there that he moved.

“If the car is uninhabited, he intends to steal it and continue to flee, and if there is someone to avoid the leaking of his whereabouts, the plan is to kill him first.

“We’ll be scared soon after we know who he is.

“You have a good dog, Master. I’m sorry.

Because of the good food, the two dogs had forgotten their fear and had been in a strange environment without fear.

Honestly, I’ll adopt Tag, just out of impatience. Knowing that the end is coming, it’s no different from sending him to die if I insist on getting him adopted.

I never expected one day to be in danger and what it could do for me.

Because it is a gentle, friendly, non-aggressive Byrne Mountain dog, who for many years has been silent and patient in the face of human abuse, with a knife wound knowing how dangerous it is.

We never expected that the dog, who had been submissive, would one day overcome his instincts in order to protect me, and die with fear.

I paid my brothers and sisters for the goods, and I learned that they had hundreds of pounds of stock at home, and I proposed, “If you don’t need money on hand, don’t sell the rest, save it, I’ll give you a 2,000-dollar deposit, and I’ll take it back a year ago. I’m sorry.

The brothers and sisters, without hesitation, promised to keep it for me, but insisted they wouldn’t take my down payment, and I’m guessing they feel guilty that I’m in trouble and taking care of their business.

I can only laugh at you and say, “Take it, it will be New Year’s, save it at home. If you’re sorry, come back and wipe me a zero.” I’m sorry.

Brothers and sisters agreed to look at each other, and my brother took the money with shame.

I sent them back to the fork in front of them and told them not to go out on the 28th of New Year’s Day and wait for me at home to collect the goods.

So long as they listen to My advice, at least a long time after the arrival of the Last Day, they will be able to support themselves with the household’s annual and mountain goods.

Chapter VIII Final preparations

Countdown to 9 days.

The moving company’s car arrived an hour earlier than I did at the entrance to the district because of the delay in the road.

The last time I came to the room, I had all the storage shelves of the B set numbered in advance, and the masters of the workers now had to place the boxes on the shelf according to the serial number on the box.

While we unloaded and moved, it should not be said that there was no physical presence of the property workers, nor was there even one of the owners, an empty ghost town.

Six uncles are working hard, they’ve been working for three hours, they can’t even eat lunch, and fly to help me get it all right.

At 2 p.m., the uncles were anxious to leave, the new room was not covered by the take-out, and I didn’t want to expose the fact that I was alone in the A-set next door. I had to pick and pick out a bag of cookies, dates and walnuts in the SUV, put on six bottles of milk, put them on the road, put them up a little tummy, and gave them one of them a red bag to make a mistake.

This money may be an unexpected pleasure for them, and the six-year-old, white-haired, middle-aged people, who are exchanging food for their own health through overdrafts, have been bowing down to me.

I’m not feeling well.

We do not dare to convey the news of the coming of the Last Day up or to make it public in order to protect ourselves.

Can a man like them, who is running around trying to make a living, be fortunate enough to survive at the dawn of the end of the war? Will the families who lost the pillars soon collapse?

Maybe we should repeat the fate of the last life.

For the first time since my rebirth, I feel deeply powerless.

End of the day countdown to eight days.

I cleaned up the aces while the weather was good.

Grandpa Zhang was a beautiful old man who had no vegetables on his balcony and instead planted a large number of ornamental plants and common Chinese herbs.

The Chinese herbs are for later use, and they must stay.

As for the ornamental plants, it was a waste of space to grow, and I removed most of them from food, leaving only roses, purple vines, jasmines, sunflowers, mints, roller, bamboo, and so on.

People built a pool on the balcony and Grandpa Zhang built a fish pool 10 square metres in size, and now they’ve got flowers, carcasses and cyanide, and when I put some grassfish, carp, snails, lobsters and so forth, the fish pond’s output will be another big source of meat.

After lunch, I went to set B, which was used for the warehouse, and I found a couple of specially marked large cardboard boxes and put them in the SUV.

These boxes, which I intend to send to my relatives and relatives in the name of the specialty of border tourism, include the very low-water nut-grabas, the sweetest Russian candy, a variety of fruit cans, wild honey, gravy, fragrance, red sausage, etc.

I drove to rent a small warehouse on the outskirts of the city, then to the largest farm market in Wing Chun, and bought a shipment of local seafood, north-east rice and soybeans.

Then he went back to the car and packed the items together with the mountain that he had bought the day before yesterday, repackaged them with a vacuum machine, half of them for himself and the other half into several boxes of material.

A Shun Fung logistics company was randomly located in the city and the boxes were sent to Professor Xu and Ms. Lin in the province of C and to Aunt Zhang in the capital of S Province.

When I got home, I started calling one by one.

Uncle Zhou didn’t know I sold the C provincial house to my family, and I invited them to my house.

A different excuse was found — to say to Professor Zhang that I had something to bring to their husband and wife, to say to Ms. Lin that I wanted to bring a rehabilitated Tag to her house, and to say to Aunt Zhang that I was going to visit her home on the way back from vacation.

In any case, there was no free speech, and they all said that they would leave their New Year’s trip for the afternoon of 28, waiting for me to have dinner with their families.

I sincerely hope that they will not fail, because the twenty-eighth year is not just a normal Saturday, but the day of the end.

The end of the countdown is seven days.

On the eve of spring, when the Last Day came, people were busy preparing for the year, and the supermarkets were too busy to open.

In the last century, the risk wife and child had been helping in the supermarket, finding that things were wrong and that instead of trying to maintain order, they had first sought refuge in the office, until the supermarket had been cleaned up by survivors and escaped without any injuries.

It was good that he did not insist on going to the game that afternoon, but stayed in the supermarket to work as he had been told. It was not bad luck for a child who was filial.

I’m a sister and I’ve never given a decent gift, and this world lets him watch a mind-breaking basketball game before he dies.

Cosy birthday at the beginning of the year.

I made a special call to remember his past and reminded him of how his first child had spent all his time celebrating his birthday, and when he was touched, he said, “Dad, I know you must celebrate with Aunt Willow on the second day, and I don’t want to be with them, and I want to give you a different birthday. Can you spare me some time in the afternoon of New Year’s 28 to wait for me in the office? I’m sorry.

And even if this kind of love were found to exist and died without feeling that it was wrong, it was a sign of weakness and favour. I said it to him, and he was so happy, he said, “When there is time, Dad must be free, no man has blown my birthday candles for so many years, and I always felt like every birthday was a loss, and this year we were alone and no one was there.” I’m sorry.

In response, I said, “It’s hard for Xiao Hui to take a cold break and help at the supermarket. It must be exhausting these days. I’m sorry.

The mother and the son of Liu Shuhua, who had no idea what to do, had heard my proposal to hit the table with determination, said that they would all go there, and he would buy the ticket immediately.

I bought tickets to the game I wanted to watch ten days ahead of schedule, the first row of the middle line, three, except for the balance. The fact that I’m not going to be able to get this “good” position now, and I’m too busy getting paid for it, and this “know-how-to-know” kind of thing makes me laugh.

Shortly after arranging the journey of four members of the family, who were 28 years old, the farmer manager himself sent the goods I had asked him to collect to Ying Chun.

I first checked out the warehouse that I rented yesterday, and then I dropped off all the seats in my SUV, and I ran several times to get all the stuff home.

Temperatures are higher in spring and winter, and are above 0°C on a day-to-day basis, probably a precursor to the high temperatures of the end of the day, which are rising slowly and now reach 8-10°C outside.

This is a good thing for me, and I can rest assured that these precious crops and animals will be placed in two attics, without fear of being frozen to death.

After a day’s work, I went to the balcony to fix the dirt stoves that were built yesterday.

When I sat on the floor, I saw Tag and the mops watching the new residents of the house through the open attic door.

Tag sits on a tight end to study the rabbit cubs in front of it, and the little mop, like a stimulant, spits on his tongue and flies around a row of animals, looking at the flowers.

My earth cooker is very successful, and it is, if one day I run out of solid alcohol, charcoal, beehive coal, and the power system dies, at least I can cook with firewood.

I’m going to make a hot, hot bowl of seafood with fresh ground stoves for the big, round iron pan.

The fragrance of the fragrance of the pavilion mixed with the fragrance of the food, with the light from the attic and with the starlight of the earth, I sat by a stove still warmed, eating this late dinner.

End of the day countdown to six days.

I’ve been planning to train my brothers to go to the guest room with an automatic flush toilet defecation since I moved to Wing Chun.

The hard work began with the installation of a customized toilet ring for dogs to sit on and the addition of a ramp for moped shorts.

Tag’s got a problem with the mop.

Let me catch it in the toilet a few times, let Tag show it how many times, the donkey can’t understand the logic of our behavior, and it firmly believes that it should be in the grass, one without staring, and it rushes into the attic to destroy my plants.

They surprised me when I almost gave up on fast learning and chose to follow nature.

I was lying on a lazy sofa and watching an interesting hot search — a direct shot at the Bae Yahoo wedding.

It is clear to me that she did not give her good news until three days later in the last life, not only on an earlier date, but even when the engagement turned into a marriage, she was in such a hurry to find out what would happen if she knew better than in the last.

I’m working on a straight-up video, and I find Tag coming down from the attic with a little mop, and he doesn’t have the time to talk to me.

When I followed him with my hands in a lazy way, I saw Tag with his little mop running into the toilet, walking around with his little mop around his neck. The dog was in a hurry, he didn’t hold it. He pulled a piece of it down on the ground. I couldn’t help but yell, “Nono! Stop!

Tiger stood up and looked over my head, and the Master’s second piece came out, and as Tag turned his head, the parabola came to me.

I was all stuck in the ground, and Tag looked at me and put the little mop on the toilet with joy.

“Dum, boom, boom.” The mop used the toilet successfully for the first time.

After this time, the little mop was finally out of service, and the slow slopes that had been prepared for it were left idle at home, because the Master had to go to bed and toilet and left his brother to blame.

The end of the countdown is five days.

When I was driving around the gas stations in Wing Chun City to refuel, I accidentally received tweets from Aunt Zhou when I used the iris to draw diesel from the tanks.

Although I told Aunt Zhou that I didn’t know her mother and son, she was obviously interested in them.

She sent this message to tell me that she left her mother last night and left the hospital alone, and that she was going crazy looking for her son.

I’m a little surprised that the hand of the road is still like the claws of a decapitated chicken. But it’s not on me anyway.

So I sent Aunt Zhou a message, and I forgot about it.

I didn’t think I’d see Bae Yahoo on the news when I finished my day’s work and watched TV with my two pups.

This is not good news. Pei Yahoo and a mysterious man have fallen, and the rescue teams are now searching for them.

While the crowd was running, a slow surveillance video was shown on television screens, and Pei Yahoo was thrown into the water by a man in black with only one eye, who fell into the river in a routine manner.

When I saw the first second of the so-called “mysterious man,” I recognized it as a roadside peace.

In his last life, he learned that Pai Yahoo was engaged, and that he was in a much worse position than the previous one, that his hands and his face were in a bad position, that he could not wait for 500,000 lives, that he could not reach me, that he knew that he was a pawn, and that he knew that he was going to find the man.

According to the time indicated on the surveillance footage, they crashed around 10 a.m., after 9 p.m., people are still not rescued, taking into account the height of the fall, the speed and temperature of the winter, and they are clearly less violent.

I did not stand by the high-fives and lamented the distance of the road for the sake of revenge, leaving behind an old mother who could not walk on a hospital bed, and burying her life, which was worse than what I had specifically designed for her and her children, and she was so kind and kind.

Countdown to two days.

According to the experience of the past lifetime, the main source of nutrients after the transformation of the green rose is no longer soil, but meat.

It chooses to actively hunt like fly grass, attracts insects and small reptiles by the special scent of its own genre, and uses its roots to feed within the prey.

It is also because of this habit that green rogues exclude pyrethroids, and as long as there are areas where pyrethroids grow, green radishs are absolutely three feet away.

So, in order to avoid the unbridled and unbridled hysteria of the green roses and to overstretch the whole building, affecting basic light, photovoltaic power and escape in distress, I have transplanted pyres in sutures at the height of the reinforced balcony walls, attic roofs, etc.

In response to increasing temperatures, I put insulated film on all the windows of the two houses, installed curtains, and surrounded the balcony with a large area, with a half-pack of black and white film.

I almost forgot to hoard the water when I installed the rainwater treatment unit and ordered clean water, activated charcoal, filters, and water tablets from the local shopkeepers in Wing Chun.

Large quantities of different sizes of rubber, glass, ceramics, degradable one-time environmental lunch boxes and two used bicycles were also procured.

The last piece of money was replaced with fuel for charcoal, beehive coal, solid alcohol, food for fast foods such as groceries, condensed biscuits and a wave of medicines.

After taking all the home appliances (except recreational devices) off the sounders, the preparations for the end of the day were only finished.

Countdown to one day.

I went to the early market to buy some fresh vegetables and I planned to put them in the fridge in line with the online tutorial, hoping they would make a difference in my garden.

Uncle Zhou called and told me everything was done.

I’ll thank him three times and tell him not to forget to come to my house tomorrow afternoon.

The vegetables and fruits were stored, and I climbed the balcony and moved all the hot crops into the sheds that had been built the previous few days.

I’ve done my homework at the Institute of Vocational Technology, and I’ve installed surveillance cameras at the terraces, attics, fire passages, etc., sealed the elevator door before dark, opened a small door for one person at the top of the security door, and locked and welded the whole door.

Finally, a round was examined to confirm that all the work had not been lost.

I’m ready. I’m about to start the show.

Chapter nine, the last.

The Last Day.

The sleep of doing what I can, doing what I can, and doing what I have to do to do, is so strong.

In the middle of the journey, the morning was lost and Tag and the mops woke up out of the room, but they were stuck and could not move and left themselves to sleep.

After noon, the temperature was rising, I was dry, I was looking for water in my dreams, and I heard strange noises in my ears.

Open your eyes and see the little mop on the side of my bed.

It found me waking up, shaking my tail and flaunting my mouth in front of me.

I found the strange noises in my dream coming from its unsealed mouth.

I went over to the bed, grabbed it and looked inside, and the noise came out of nowhere.

That’s why the mops are so excited today that they don’t, as usual, say hello to me, woo-woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

We traded a cow’s ribs and a little mop for a prey that continued to make annoying noises in its mouth.

And We threw the dying insect into the toilet, and saw it swirling, and disappeared in the water.

Thermometers in the living room show that the current temperature in Wing Chun is 25 degrees centigrade, that the province of C will only be warmer, and that the abnormally high temperature will not affect the mood of the Liu Xuehua mother and her son, who, at 2 p.m., may have informed me that the Liu Xuehua mother has left for the stadium.

I sat on the sofa and looked at the Cosmetic Office and the global surveillance of Beacon.

The office was not monitored, but Uncle Zhou set up a needle camera to get his desk and door.

I don’t know what the mechanism for turning people into zombies is, but the experience of my lifetime has shown that today, at 3:48 p.m., there will probably be a quarter of the population, with no sign of a deformation into a flesh-eating monster.

People who react a little slower often lose their former companions’ mouths within minutes of a disaster. If they lose their breath and unfortunately retain their full brain, they die in a state of disquiet, because they become new, more decomposed corpses.

At 3 p.m., an hour has passed since I had an appointment with my friends and friends from around the world, during which time they sent me tweets asking questions about the situation.

At 3:20 p.m., the phone screen began to pop up from time to time, and I ignored it.

At 3:28 p.m., I put Tag and the little mops in the attic upstairs, and the living room was playing the surveillance footage of the supermarket and a few devices that were live on the football game.

At 3.30 p.m., I called Uncle Zhou, who had been waiting at my door for an hour.

“Something happened outside, and now you’re taking Aunt Zhou and Zhou to my house to take refuge.

“All the doors and windows will now be locked, and no matter what you hear, you will not go out and open the door to anyone, and the key to the door is in the shoe cabinet, and you will have access to everything in my house.

“No, don’t come looking for me. I’m safe at a friend’s house. Take care of yourselves. I’m sorry.

“Hey, Dad, did you wait for me in the office?” I’m sorry.

He replied with a smile, “Dad said he’d do it, pushed the afternoon’s work and waited for you. I’m sorry.

If I’m not lying, I can see it through the surveillance. He’s been sitting at his desk playing spider cards all afternoon.

“You’re very kind to me! Did you get the gift I sent to the supermarket at noon? I’m sorry.

“I got it. Dad’s gonna wait till you come. I’m sorry.

“Open it first. I’m sorry.

I saw a box of boxes taken from under my desk, opened it, and asked, “This is it. I’m sorry.

“Yes, I remember your favorite symphony, and I picked you up the best set of professional soundboxes, and you try to see if it’s as good as it is. I’m sorry.

I can’t stop laughing and I can’t stop thinking about it.

And I said, “Daddy, speak louder. I want to hear it. I’m sorry.

When I heard the music on the other side of the phone, it became clear, I pretended to be intoxicated in it, and I stopped speaking.

It’s 3:44 p.m. I’m going to invite other family members and friends to voice their voices and hang them up after they’re connected, and I’m going to pre-edit the alerts to keep the doors and windows closed and leave them open for follow-up.

At 3:47 p.m., my heart started to beat irresistibly fast.

I look at my feet, and I wave my arms with the rhythm of music.

I saw a flashing face on the live scene of Yoo Xuehua’s mother and son.

Countdown to zero.

The supermarkets and the stadiums are also mutations.

There was no room to escape from life in the basketball stadium, and the long-legged mortuaries of athletes did not take seriously obstacles such as the sponsorship of cards and audience seats and ran like no one else.

I saw with my own eyes that the first woman and son of Yoo Xuehua, sitting in the first row, would not be able to get up and run away, and then the corpses who came from the stadium into the audience were thrown out of their arms.

She tried to protect her next pair of children, but she was no rival to a tough one, and the body in a jersey 4 could not move on its own weight, and she kept her one shoulder around her head, sung on the face, two children taller than her mother, screaming helplessly.

Other bodies around them were attracted to food that had already reached their mouths and came to them by the sharp and euphemisms of danger.

A dead body with blood all over it, coming from its side, with no effort, bending straight down, giving up resistance. The neck was torn with a big piece of meat, and her mouth was finally closed and her hands were stretched over her wounds with no confidence, but it was all in vain, with several coarse pillars of blood coming out of her carotid artery, other bodies moving in the smell, slamming up and eating on three lambs waiting for slaughter.

The live broadcast was abruptly interrupted.

I saw three dead bodies chasing a woman in an employee’s uniform running down the side of the office, interrupting the balance of the music, saying, “Dad, I’m going to be at the door of your office, you close your eyes and open the door when I count down to 321, and I have a surprise for you. I’m sorry.

You know, you can’t do that to an old kid, but you can do it honestly.

The moment he opened the door, the corpse ran after the woman at the last corner.

The women discovered that the door of the office of danger had been opened, and that it came with a roller coaster.

If one hears a movement and opens its eyes, it is a pity that the situation that is in front of us has not been felt for a while, and that the position of holding the telephone in hand is still there.

“Father, it’s a happy day next year.” I’m sorry.

The voice had just fallen, and the woman, whose head was full of tears, came to the door of the office and pushed a hand behind the balance of risk and threw the door over his head, despite his struggle and screams.

The three bodies were surrounded in a circle, covering the CVC ‘ s body, but his cell phone, which landed on the ground, clearly transmitted to me the sound of the corpse ‘ s hunger.

I watched the footage silently, until three bodies rose up in blood in 10 minutes and began searching for the next target.

Until the balance on the ground suddenly stood up in a strange position, dragging the missing bodies and joining the food-seeking forces.

It’s a good turn for someone else to push me to die for my father in the last life.

A month ago, I played in front of my family a woman who had fallen down on her knees and licked her rich and father’s ex-wife, all in order to make them proud, despised and less vigilant.

Now I get what I deserve.

The mother and son of Liu Xuehua died far away, and risked losing their lives at the supermarket and thanked me and my mother with his blood.

Four masters who sent me to the dead in the last life finally died clean.

Cell phones continue to pop up, but I do not intend to respond.

Uncle Chow, they’re at my house. Because I’ve been living alone, the doors and windows of the house were just reinforced early in the year, much safer than the old one they rented. I also have all kinds of things that I’ve reserved for them, from food to water-purification tablets, from medical kits to growing land, which I have prepared for ordinary people as long as it appears not unusual in their homes.

Others are left in their homes as long as there are no mutators in their families and they don’t have to go out to fight for resources without the “specialty” box I sent them.

After all, there is no debt to anyone who needs to be repaid for his or her life, and I have no duty to provide for the rest of his or her life, and to live in this cruel end, they can ultimately rely on themselves.

Two generations have passed, and from now on it will be my new life.

Day 2 after the end.

The outdoor temperature of Wing Chun should stabilize at about 43 degrees Celsius, only a little warmer than the summer days of several fireplaced cities in the country before the end, and most of the plants on the balcony should be able to grow normally after adaptation.

I sat on the sofa and watched the tool book, and I had two cold fans with ice on me, and the temperature in the room was between 29 and 31 degrees centigrade, but I was still hot enough, because the two pups, like before the heat, were right-handing me and putting their heads on my legs.

It’s like I put a warm water bag on both sides of my thigh and I can’t help but fang myself with the book in my hand.

The little mops and Tags are not hot, they spit out their tongues in their sleeps from time to time, but as long as I try to change their heads or simply change their own positions, the dogs continue to post them.

I saw the clock. It’s 5:00 in the afternoon.

In order to hide the light from the balcony at night, I have spent the last two days on the roof while the sun was setting.

I woke up sleeping little mops and Tags and the dogs looked at me a little bit.

“Get up. I pulled two hairy ears and said, “Do you want to go upstairs? I’m sorry.

Tags heard that he jumped off the couch without a word.

And as soon as the mop heard the word “playing” , its sleeping eyes were lit up, and it turned around on the couch and swayed my tail and snorted in my mouth.

By the time I took the impatiable little mop off the couch, Tag was sitting around waiting to leave.

At that time, the sun was not set, and the sun was still hot on the ground, and I left the mops and Tags in the attic, giving them time to find their own fun and to work on the balcony, alone and in full.

The pyrethroids are in good shape, and the smooth transformation of the green beads has filled the outer walls of the top floor to the 12th floor, with a wind blowing through, and the twilight blades of the pyre.

And other plants are not so lucky that the skyrocketing temperatures in the short term drained some of their fruit trees, dehydrated their remaining branches quickly, and broke them.

These fruit-trees are not very big, and I did not use wood tools to sit on the pazza and easily break them into wood with their arms and pile them next to the shed.

Some of the animals who died over the last two days because they couldn’t stand the heat, were put in the freezer in time for them to be used as bacon fuel.

I’ll clean up all the broken leaves and it’s dark. I’ll release Tag and the mop from the attic.

The ground was also warm with sun, little mops were not feeling much, and a smoky cigarette came down to the fish pool and smelled in its head, but Tags had smaller feet, four hoofs were burned to the point where they were going, and they went back to the attic depressedly.

With pyrethroids and green beads on the top floor, there are almost no gruesome species of flying worms, and I opened the doors of both attics, sat on the chair by the door, running around in the halls and little mops, browsing through the latest information on the network.

Tiger finally went out and had a good time after a few careful tests.

Suddenly, I smelled a fragrance in the evening wind.

I was wondering about the source of the scent, and then I heard a low-stringing from Tag, and I was so busy with a flashlight to see what happened to it.

I only see that the rose that Grandpa Zhang left roses rose in the back of the season, and the scent I smelled came from this bush. And Tag is standing by, with a small swing in the low tail, one head to the other and a rose in his mouth.

Look at it. I don’t get it. It must have been stabbed by roses.

I was crouching down, holding down the plume, and Tag was submissive enough for me to pull the stick out of his mouth.

The cold flashing on the buds, and I twitched them with my nails and found them much harder than normal roses.

I squeezed Taggart’s mouth and looked closely at it, and it had a blood spot on its teeth and a haemorrhage on its jaw.

I looked at Tag’s cheeks and I looked at them and said, “Don’t take flowers again.” Are you a big idiot? I’m sorry.

Tag’s snuffing, wimping his head off with me.

I squeezed Tag’s beard and it looked at me.

I forced Tag’s head over, and I was waiting for a serious education, but it moved on and came up and licked my face.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, laughing to stop it from licking dogs.

As the brothers went home to sleep, Tag kept looking back in the direction of the roses.

And if you’re right, the roses should have changed. Tag loves the scent.

I’m going to try to get it to the wild grass for the next few days, and if I live, I might have an unexpected gain.

Day three, 30th of the year.

I’ve been working on dinner since I got up.

In previous years, I had been alone and deliberately avoided such events as Mid-Autumn and Spring Festivals, but this year, the year when the horrors of all mankind began, I came to rest in wonders, and my feelings of disquiet and resentment were over, and it was time to comfort the dead and live well.

When mom was alive, she used to make her own rice and pastries every year.

The hammer struck with force on the hot rice, and the air was filled with thick, ooze-rich rice, and I was salivating on the side, waiting for her to pull a small piece from the first pot of rice, with sugared soybeans, and then stuffed funnyly into my mouth.

It is a recollection of the past, a recollection of the past, and a reminiscent of years.

I steamed a large pot of rice with pure water, learned to do my mom’s moves, worked hard on wood hammers, sweated a little.

Two doggies were supposed to work with me at my feet, and the little mops were suddenly in front of Tags, inviting Tags to play with him, so the dogs started to chase after him, and Tag’s black hair flew into the air, flying into my nostrils and flying on the white rice in my quartz.

I couldn’t bear it. I kicked two troublemakers out of the kitchen and brought the door.

I was cooking in the kitchen, and when I went to the outside, I found out that the little mop and Tag were not waiting for me at the door.

All the dishes are on the table, and I’ve been around in the A and I haven’t seen their dog.

An attempt was being made to look in the attic, and the little mop was crawling down the stairs because it was too fast to flip out big ears and show pink ears like rabbits.

It ran in front of me, and a brake stopped, humming, super happyly around me, shaking around like a treasure.

Tag still didn’t show up. It’s not normal.

I climbed the stairs with a little mop, and as soon as I got to the attic, I choked.

On the ground, there are slits of black dog hairs, and in the air there are grey feathers that drift slowly and slowly, and white bird dung that are filled with stars.

Two pigeons standing on the roof of the entrance door, when they saw us coming, fell down and beat the hair of the little mop in anger.

The little mops that caught snakes in the last world were closed to my arms and buried in my arms, silently bearing the slaps and beaks of two pigeons.

As I waved and drove the pigeons away, I called Tag.

Four or five times in a row, Tag came out of the bottom of the rabbit cage with his tail in his tail.

I locked it and the little mops outside the attic, and took a lot of effort to get them back in the cage.

The pigeons’ nests are empty. No wonder they’re chasing dogs.

Packed up a terrible loft and I opened the door.

The little mop outside the door had its bright eyes on my tail, while Tag had a sad eight-fold eyebrow, lying on his front paws.

I squeezed the little mop mouth and saw three pigeon eggs in it.

The little mop thought I wanted its eggs and threw them in my hand.

And We were silent on an egg that was intact but wet and warmed with a little mop.

The attic door and the pigeon cage door were closed, but the mops could steal the eggs of the pigeons, and it was clear that there was a big man who opened the door.

Tag is responsible for opening the door and getting beaten, and the little mop is responsible for stealing the spoils and showing off.

It’s getting dark.

The curtains were closed long ago to ensure that no light was leaking in the house.

The living room was lit up, and last spring evening was aired on television, and I prepared two pups for a good year’s dinner, and they were busy.

I raised a glass, crossed a table and touched a glass of wine across the table.

A cup is being raised, and suddenly, all the light and sound are gone.

I pulled the curtains, and I used a multi-telescope fixed to the tripod to the city, and there was nothing but dead and dark.

On the third day of the end of the day, Wing Chun broke power.

The whole city is surrounded by darkness and despair.

Chapter 10 Our Four Seasons

First spring of the last.

Before the end of the day, I noticed the occupancy of the district in various ways.

Based on the number of windows with lights on each night and the thickness of the dust at the door of each suite, only 20 households were living in the entire district.

I’m in this building, including me, only 3 households.

On the day of the end of the day, there was a long period of calm in the district, as if it were the world’s most remote from the disaster.

Until a Chinese bus was parked in the front of the block, slanted and slanted, the car was not swayed.

One of the security guards carefully looked at the situation and was killed instantly by several bodies that broke through the door.

The bodies then walked through the small door of the security room and wandered around the area.

For three months now, I have been using binoculars to observe the condition of survivors within the horizon.

It was not known that many people had gone out on the day of the end, or that they were at home but had not survived the first days of the disaster. In short, two of the residents of that building, opposite me, were the only people in the district who had laid pots and pans outside the balcony and the window.

A middle-aged couple living in a family, who had never appeared since the last 34th day, should have died silently as a result of their food.

The other family, where a woman of around 50 years of age lived, was able to survive the period, thanks to the balcony, which had grown full of vegetables and vegetables with nutrients and wooden boxes before the end.

Soon after the husband and wife died, the aunt looked very good, and I saw her wearing a snake-skin bag on her waist, tactfully hiding from the dead, and Lizzo went over the block wall and dug up decomposed land in the back of the hill.

On her return journey, she picked two bags full of bags and three dead squirrels on her pants.

Aunty’s confidence grew rapidly, and the second time she went out, she would have the chance to lock the door open in the security room while you were chasing me.

Since then, every time she went out to hunt and collect, she had been able to break the head of a single or two zombies who met her sidewalk, and as of six months earlier she had cleaned up the dead and free movement in the district.

10 days ago, she even rode an empty tricycle, leaving through the gates of the district and going all the way to the people around it.

In less than two hours, however, I saw her being chased back by the black and thin bodies dressed by a few villagers, and the three-wheeler fell somewhere, and she came back with a small bag of flour, crawling over the wall and causing the dead to wander around the door of the district for several days.

The aunt should have been heartbroken and never went downstairs since then, focusing only on the crops on her balcony.

Her recent harvest seems to have been very good, and I think she’s been working a few days on the soybeans and eggplant dry, and the tomatoes are big and red, much more than the ones on my balcony.

But my crop output is not bad.

The presence of green carrots and pyrethroids controls pests without adversely affecting bees pollinating them.

Water, fat, light, pollination, no large-scale pests and pests, and a great harvest on my balcony.

During this period, various birds are attracted by the aromatics that are distributed when they mature and try to share a share of the output for me.

I have already put a bag of precious fruit in my pocket, and I have put a birdnet on the fragile plant, which does not cause me unbearable losses to feed, but which often rises on top of my building and may attract the attention of other survivors.

I tried all kinds of birds, but none of them worked, which made me very upset.

In the sunset, the little mops were running around the balcony and rounded for me.

And I picked up from the vine a well-developed watermelon, and carefully coded it into the back of the bamboo, and Tag followed me, and did not deliver to me the fruit basket of the giant vine with its mouth.

I picked the smallest melon from the top of my back and stuffed it in its basket, and I put it on its back and slapped its head and pointed it at the attic door.

Tag immediately learned, took the basket, led me to the attic with a little bit of pride.

It’s getting dark. Tag and I are blowing fan at the attic and waiting for the little mop to come home.

The little mop sits next to a few peppers, staring at a bird that pecks with no fear, and hearing me call it, looking at me, and looking at the bird with great attention.

“Little mop! Stop it, it’s hot! Go home and eat ice melons! I’m sorry.

And the little mops have gone unheeded.

And when I came home with Tag, I laid down the melon, and then went up to the balcony, and all I saw was the little mops lurking in the shrubs, and the rabbit snapped and broke the neck of a big bird and came running at us with it.

Sit down, spit the dead bird in front of me, raise his head up, his eyes are full of joy, his tail sweeps the earth, and he waits for the praise.

And I crouched down and looked at the bird, which was an adornment, but was a little bit of anomalous, fatter than the pigeon we raised, and wide enough in the mouth of a little mop, lest I might not hold it.

Western dogs are not hounds, but the ability to catch birds on little mops and snakes is a little strong.

And We raised it up and smote it to the horse: “Oh, my God, the little mop is so powerful that we don’t raise pigeons and quail with all our hard work, right? Me and Tag are the masters of the mop. I’m sorry.

The little mop lost its self in my loud hymn and became a bird of sorrow when he was so eager to hunt for me.

First year of the last summer.

Auntie went out to catch the sea and came back.

I was moved to see the two baskets she brought back, but I was more afraid of marine trauma Vibrio.

There’s still a fish in my fish tank that can’t be eaten enough, and it’s not worth a life for a few freshs.

The sheaths of the water in the fish pond swung with the evening wind, and were stinging.

I came down with rainpants on my back, and I couldn’t help but strip off a lotion and deliver it to the entrance.

The luminous pellets, without any bitterness, and the fragrance of the radiant fragrance of the radiant fragrance of the fragrance in their tongues. Even a few of them, the heat seems to have faded.

The husks I left on the surface of the water led to fish chases and pecks, and black lobsters crawled up my rainpants and waved their feet.

I picked up a dozen lotions and put them at the edge of the pool, and I cut a few more flowers and I was going to take them home.

The fish shrimps in the pool grow wildly, so I feel the joy of bats and gills.

I’m sure there’s something to be gained when I put it in the water.

There was a barrel of fish with a few tails and a bucket of lobsters trying to escape on their fellow members.

I told the little mops and Tag to stay away from them before they caught them in the nose.

I went to the other end of the pool, bending my back and touching the snails on the wall.

The sound of the water was ignored.

Looks up, the little mop knocks the bucket, and it slams one of the little fishes with long slaps and two fingers.

Tag sits three metres away from the bucket, wraps his ear and looks me in a panic.

I threw away the snail in my hand and cried out, “No, no, no!”

Little mops don’t listen. I had to get out of the fish pool, go around my feet and run on heavy rain boots.

The little mop has been chewing and chewing, and for the first time, it’s strangling, it’s strangling for a few seconds, it’s stomping, it’s stomping, it’s stomping, it’s stale, it’s stale, but it doesn’t walk away, it’s bowing, it’s eating a second bite.

He didn’t hide when he saw me running in front of me.

The little mop wasn’t foodproof, and I reached out to his mouth and was ready to take the fish.

I didn’t think the ass would see me in the air, swirling away from my hand, swirling on my back, stomping on my tail and swallowing it.

Sniffed the fish out of the air, slowly turning the mop over to me, obscuring, emptying the field, during which several times, the whole dog fell down.

I took it home, I gave it an impulsive pill and went into the kitchen to process the food.

Let’s start with the old fish.

Scratch, cut open, pull out the spine, remove the intestines, fins, fish heads, fish tails, and dump the waste in the fat tub.

Fish is fertilized, water is added, and a breaker is used to make mud.

They’ve always appreciated this black-faced fish meat.

But when I handled the fish this time, Tag was still lying by the fridge with me, and the towed master was far away, and he was all alone at the table.

When I ate red-oiled lobsters and iron-boarded roasted fish, drank sorely of gold and silver, and the taggers were licking fish meat, the little mop was lying on the side, and it seemed to have a psychological shadow over the fish.

But when I got up and knocked on a coconut, pouring coconut water into its basin, it immediately forgot the emotion of the past, and stood up and waited for its favorite sweet water.

Hey, that’s how it works.

The first year of the last autumn.

Successfully married roses have been running for four seasons, and the branches have followed my well-structured stretching around the terrace wall.

It is both the free and strong perfume of our home, covering up for me the smell of smoke in the kitchen and the burning of garbage, and providing a stable and adequate food for bees.

Tagburn was obsessed with flowers, and after a taste of rose honey, he went crazy, and I often saw his bear blind, round and loose back in front of the beehive, watching the bees rush in and out, salivaing 3,000 feet down.

Today is the day of the honey cut.

I’m carrying a bucket of honey, walking through the attic and walking home at a little speed.

Tag was waiting at the stairwell, forgetting the gentlemanry and rushing to smell my hive and honey.

I pushed its big head and went to the kitchen, and it was like a cow’s sugar, and it was so close to me, and it was walking mechanically, and I looked up at me with my head up, and I looked up to me with my rash and pathetic eyes, and I looked forward to seeing it with a big heart and a big kiss.

And the little mop is like his brother walking me, but it’s obviously not interested in my rose honey, it’s just a random hoot.

I put the beehive in a centrifuge and I said to Tag, “How about a baby sister picking flowers before it’s dark and coming back to drink honey water?” I’m sorry.

I’ll take that as a yes.

I put the thick honey in the golden yellow through a thin red can, then I made the bee’s nest out of the wax, and left it for future lipstick and candles for secondary use.

Handle these. I took backs, scissors and gloves out of the lockers and stepped on the left of the mountain to collect roses.

As usual, Tag was holding its basket, following me with dedication, ready to carry my weight, while the little mop disappeared for a while, wondering what he was living in the woods.

I saw the back was almost full, and even Tag’s basket covered a shallow layer, so I took Tag home to put down the flowers and took a tennis ball back from home to the balcony and played a catch game with two dogs.

Tag was slow and unable to let go because he was afraid to step on my crop, and was happy to catch the ball with his face.

One second he was slammed in his mouth, and the next he was happy to put the title back in my hand and signal me to come back.

Little mops have a much higher motor gift, and the ball flies, and it takes off, and drags a teacher into the air every time he bites at the target, and then jumps like a pony showing off his luxurious steps and jumps over the barriers.

When the two dogs came home with their breaths, I cut off all the pricks on a rose truncheon and handed them to Tag with their eyes.

Make roses with fresh honey and ice cream, wrap them in the pre-prepared souffle, and put them in the oven.

And in the freezer, the pink curry that had just been harvested the day before, steamed a plate of cinnamon rice.

Tiger finally waited for it for almost a day of honey.

I’m afraid that too much sugar is bad for the dog, and a big pot of water is just two spoons of honey, and it’s so dim that anyone who sells it will be called a black-hearted capitalist.

The water basin was in front of the dog, and Tag was sitting there and letting the little mop drink first.

When the little toweds were able to shake their tails with a little disappointment, Teg drew his nose up to the water basin, his nostrils strung, he reached his tongue to the first bite, and his eyes were soared, as if he could not believe that there was still so good in the world that he drank a pot of water at once, and then he put a loud hiccup at the end of the day.

Because of Tag’s exaggerating reaction, I suddenly became in a good mood, slowly and slowly with a mercilessly cold-bubbling mom, a taste of rosecakes and gills left in the lips, and a gift from the fall.

Chapter 11. Payers for the people.

The second year of the last summer.

Early in the morning, I was shoveling earthworms in the attic, whispering from a far and near motorbike, immediately dropping my tools and running home, opening a curtain and looking at the situation with binoculars.

When that off-road motorbike entered the area, it kept it slow and seemed to be looking for something.

The rider in the car was a tall man in military uniform, as he was wearing a helmet and could not see the exact age.

As curious as I am about the unexpected visitor, there are the bodies of the villagers who built their own houses near the district.

Free movement has been pursued by the long arms.

Those who lost their liberty ran over the door like flies in their own yard.

After one round, the rider stopped the car after a quick turn and killed all the bodies hit by the sound of the motorcycle with a crossbow.

He then went straight to the farm yard, which was the most recent and the largest of the walls, and fell down on the walls and killed two of the dead bodies in the yard. Soon after, three dead bodies were pulled out of the house, opened the yard door, put five bodies in the yard together with those piled up on the national road, recovered all the crossbows, and returned along the way.

I’m waiting in the window while I’m chewing on the northeast as breakfast.

No more than an hour later, a motorbike arrived from a distance.

The motorcade was headed by the rider, who was behind him by 11 old-fashioned military combat motorbikes, 10 of which were loaded with passengers, one with a scrawny pony dog, and the tail of another cross-country motorbike.

After the end of the last century, I took my mother and son across the city and went to the city to sing Weiwei, to experience the desperate traffic conditions of the last, and, together with the news of all the parties that came to light when the net was not broken, it was certain that the streets, roads, inter-city highways and entrances had been blocked by a large number of “no-owner” vehicles.

In this case, it is not realistic to drive an armoured vehicle without an armoured vehicle, and it is not surprising that the motorbike has been formed, but its shortcomings are significant: the car is tan enough and it is probably only in the morning and evening. In addition, motorbikes are small in volume and can carry a small amount of luggage, and it is feared that most of the easily consumed materials will need to be replenished along the road.

The rider had already parked the car with a crowd of horses in the yard he had cleaned and locked the door.

After entering the shelter, the group took off their helmets and protective gear on their bodies, which allowed me to see their composition.

This team was guarded by five young soldiers and one dog by 18 ordinary people.

As you can see, 18 people are gathering old and sick, and everyone is black and thin, but most people are in a good mental state.

5 The military included a rider who had previously come to visit the road, who was supposed to be the highest in rank and head of the survivor unit.

There is also an able woman, a strong man over 190 cm, a young man with a beard, and a single young man with a face and a figure of up to 20 years old.

The captain, along with Big Gao, carefully moved a woman in a coma from a doo-motor, who appeared to have just had an amputation, had her right arm broken off and had covered her blood in black and red.

The women were placed in a separate room, where the female officers took a silver suitcase and stayed in the room for a while, when they came out and spoke to the captain, and the content of the conversation was very strong, in terms of both their faces and their body language.

Soon, the captain said something to the men and women in the yard.

They pulled some supplies from under the competitor seat and people started burning water.

The gill and a middle-aged man took something out of the door and went to the sea.

The captain and the tall one, with their tactical backpacks, each riding their own off-road motorcycles, went in the direction of Wing Chun City.

The female officer suspected of being a military doctor followed by a man and a woman and two young people, quickly cleaning up all the other bodies in the house and then carrying a gun into the woods.

There are only young people left to guard the rest of the population with pony dogs.

I put my sights on the balcony of my aunt’s house, and a few tits were pecking at her beaks, and she didn’t seem to be moved by this convoy.

Unlike the bright and clear sea of the tropics, the sea of the North is gray, and it is serene.

The gills were replaced with divination equipment, a roll of red lifelines were spread, one end was attached to itself, the other end was tied to a large rock on the shore, and slowly dived into the sea.

The middle-aged man who came out with him was not in the water, and he was wearing a life jacket, looking for shrimp crabs lying on the coast after the tide.

The gills travel around the sea, and each time they take back a net of fat and beautiful seafood from shallow reefs.

After his third disembarkation, he apparently sat on the floor with no physical strength, received food from middle-aged people and took a long rest after fast feeding.

The sun and the sky, the wind and the wind.

The middle-aged had sifted the little beach, with a barrel in their hands, to the cheeks, talking while they were holding their chins in the direction of the yard, as if they were trying to get them back.

Put your cheeks on, put back on your ankles, put the middle-aged in his seat and throw them into the sea again.

A group of three young men in the yard split up and went to the surrounding residential areas to collect some grubs and tweeds, and dug up some food and vegetables in the village’s herbs, and brought them back for lunch.

I’ve been staring at them like a pervert all morning, and my eyes are sour, and I’m going to water the hot pot with my eyes.

I sat by the balcony with my chin and fell asleep with two puppy dogs.

The thunder will explode in the ears as they sleep.

And We opened their eyes, their ears, their ears, their ears, their ears, their hearts, and they were pounding, and We saw nothing but a green leaf beating on a glass window, and they snapped.

The light is dim, the wind blows.

I jumped in front of the window and looked at the seaside with a telescope.

I wonder if it’s because the divination equipment on the cheeks is grey and black, and it’s very invisible in the dark water that rises and falls. I can’t find him. I can only see the middle-aged who are blown by the wind, trying to pull the lifeline to the shore.

Lightning and the storm fell at the same time, and I couldn’t stop looking at it, and I washed it on the balcony and tried to move all the moving crops into the shed and attic.

Heavy rains hit people with wind slashing them like high-pressure water guns, and hit them with pain.

Fortunately, I fear that the sun will also shine in such a terrible way that the sheds will be expanded and the vast majority of the areas under cultivation will be covered by them, so that now there are only a few plants in need of rescue, which will be moved in less than 10 minutes.

I didn’t know if the soldier had been rescued. I went back to my house and headed straight to the balcony.

And the wind uprooted the trees with their mouths open, and the middle-aged were cast on the ground by the wind, and their hands remained on the rope, and they did not shed their hands.

We have not found the shadows, except the red sanctuaries, which sank in the waves.

Fortunately, the wind is blowing from sea to land, and the gills could be brought to shore by the waves.

I see from the telescope that young people have taken a stable dog and four men on their way to the beach.

The wind is heavy, the earth is wet and the five people run so fast, they’re not at all right.

The skinny pony looks like he’s about to be blown off by the wind, stomping on the ground, falling so hard between the quartz that he climbs up and shakes his hair and runs in the front of the line.

The middle-aged man on the shore, who did not know his companion was coming, stood up with his hands and struggled and jumped into the sea against the wind in an attempt to rescue his beard.

His actions seem to me very irrational. It is true that the middle-aged are not far away from the wind, that a wave of waves is taking him directly into the current, that he seems to have lost control of his body, and that his life jackets make him barely floating on the surface of the sea without being able to help him out of danger.

People waiting for help became two.

The horse dog first arrived at the shore, standing at the top of the cliff wall, looked at the sea for a few seconds, and quickly determined the rescue route, leaping all the way into the sea.

It was only then that five humans arrived, young men jumped off the reef, quickly and profitably, and judged the situation on the surface of the sea, placing the ropes through two cuffs of their life-savers, placing one in the hands of a few people who had just climbed down on each other, saying nothing, without hesitation, into the sea.

Middle-aged people in the sea have lost their consciousness and their backs have surfaced.

The pony dog stepped on the water and approached him, and the young one fell behind.

The four people on the shore fixed the little young ropes on the rocks, and started to work together on the lifeline of the beard.

The dog arrived, turned the middle-aged man over, turned his nose and mouth up and turned back with the fabric of his chest.

On the other side of the middle-aged’s arm on the way back, the young man was seen on the shore and two men were immediately separated to pull the young man’s rope.

One dog and one dog, together with the pull on the shore, have made their way to shore.

The situation on the side of the beard is unknown.

The diver’s position is shallow and usually not too far from the shore, but it’s obvious from my view that the red rope connects the cheeks. The end of the hull is impervious, and the efforts of the people on the shore have failed in any way.

He also found it wrong for young people to arrange for people on the shore to stop the rain for middle-aged people, to perform artificial respiration and CPR, and to carry a horse dog back in the water.

As soon as they stepped into the sea, the whistling wind and the pouring rain stopped without warning, as if the whole world had been pressed by one hand.

All of us have been at peace for a while, and only the waves are still hitting the coast.

It’s so weird.

The sea was again covered with a calm and smooth mask, and young people swam at the end of the red line with a horse dog.

He took his life jacket off, fixed it on the back of the horse dog, and then dived into the sea.

The middle-aged woke up and were held on their knees on their knees, waiting anxiously for the sea.

In the meantime, I took a quick look at their camp and the women and children they had left behind were in trouble!

An old man with white hair is chasing his companions at a pace that is not normal, and the crowds are scattered and each looking for a place to hide.

I saw someone hiding in the women’s room with broken arms.

The elderly lost their targets and used their heads in vain to hit a window.

In less than three seconds, the two men who entered the room of the woman with the broken arm stormed out of the room, and the woman with the broken arm followed them.

Women with broken arms met with the elderly, forcing them to the dead end.

Suddenly, a young girl came out of the house, raising up the cranes in her hands, and fell on the ground with a broken arm and a hammer.

The rest of the population showed up from everywhere.

There was a rapid calm in the camp, and I looked to the sea and saw young people drag their cheeks up from the sea.

I’ve had an unfortunate mental expectation of a beard, but he’s not as entangled with seagrass as I thought he was. Instead, he’s got a clean body, but his eyes are wide open, he has a white face, and a battle dagger in his temple.

The young man kneeled with his body in the sand, and the horse dog swayed around them and sometimes took his head to the hand and face of his cheek.

Soon-to-be-sustained middle-aged people crawled through the ground.

The wind surged, gushing through the forest and the cedars, and the wind was low.

It’s like a cold, long song.

The night will come, the wind will come again.

It is logical that this high-temperature weather, when it comes to heavy rainfall, will only make the air wetter and hotter, but I feel a sense of chronic coolness.

The three military doctors returned from the forest before dark, each carrying a string of prey.

People in the yard are busy dealing with rabbits, forcing walnuts to chrysanthemum, doing their work in silence.

The doctor was on guard outside the courtyard with a horse dog, for reasons that I could not see her face, but I could see that she was not able to wipe her cheeks with her sleeves, that her chest cavity was soared, that she fell down that she buried her face in the dog ‘ s neck.

I had to clean up the animals, put their feed in a bucket, finish the earthworms that were not shoveled in the morning and then pick up the fruit from the shed.

The rain began to pour again, so that it would no longer be accompanied by a terrible wind.

I didn’t see those two off-road bikes in their yard until I went to bed.

I had a dream that I was a school-age kid with a sheep horn, a snowstorm, a bus stop, and a private car, so my mom walked me to school every day.

I took my mother’s warm hand and I took a small step on the frozen sidewalk.

There was an old grandfather who sold handmade popcorn, and his booth was surrounded by children who were pulling parents’ lies.

My mother was a kind mother, and she ordered a pot without me begging and held me in line.

I held my mother’s thigh, and I watched a scrambling monkey roll over to his mother’s money, and his father grabbed him without mercy.

Grandpa had just bursted out of a hot and fresh pot of popcorn, and the children around them were snoring like little mice, and they were snuffed with hot butter and caramel.

Grandpa slowly prepared his next pot, pouring a piece of corn into his modified high-pressure pan, adding butter and sugar to it, placing it on the stove, holding the barbed wire handle on the top of the pan and mixing it around.

It’s the sound of corn plumbing.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Grandpa unplugged the lids and poured a pot of popcorn into the paper bag.

I’m happy to say thank you, and I’ve picked up two corny popcorn with heat, and I’m trying to feed my mom.

Mom just bends over and dreams stop.

The little mops were spinning around on the bed, and Tag kept touching my face with his kiss, and his cold, wet nose gave me a vibrator that woke me up in my sleep.

The temperature of the room was alarmingly cold, and I stood up on the bed and opened the closet at a fast pace, tearing down the winter equipment that had been placed at the top and replacing myself with two dogs.

To make sure that we don’t lose our temperature and freeze to death, I feel a little rest, and that’s when I notice the sound of an outburst, bang, bang, bang.

Hail!

I went up to the attic with two electric oils to warm the animals in the attic.

Found thick grass curtains, bamboo mats, and a brand-new black and white membrane on the shelf when I was idle.

I put on my helmet, put on my coat, threw the bamboo mat and the straw curtains on the roof of the attic, climbed them up hard, and placed them firmly together with the slabs of the solar panels.

An egg with a big hail straight on my helmet and I got a headache.

I can’t think of anything else, but I’m thinking I want my PV to stay out of trouble.

Fearing that crops in the shed would be crushed by hail, I was afraid to turn over the black and white membrane in the shed, and I could only cover another membrane, with a black heated face facing the outside, a white warm face facing the inside, and a narrow ventilated vent in the shed, praying that the crop, which had been strong enough to survive extreme inflammation, would survive in its sudden cold.

Water from rainwater treatment units is also released as much as possible to prevent excess water from being frozen and the water tanks torn apart.

Finally, the fish ponds will be covered with bamboo.

Once the area hit by hail has been dealt with, it is possible to look up and see the animals inside.

Although the outdoor temperature has suddenly dropped – 15°C, but the temperature protection of the northern building is too strong and, together with the dedicated delivery of heat by the Electro-Otron, the current temperature of the attic is 9.6°C.

Rabbits and pigeons seem to be in good shape, chickens and quail are colder, and there are frozen dead individuals.

I’ve moved the chicken and quail from a wire cage to a closed glass rearing box, and I’ve turned on a warm light. A large amount of weed was inserted into each rabbit cage and pigeon cage, and the cage was covered with a warm membrane.

I’m relieved to see them recover from a state of crowding and heating.

The little mop and Tag have been waiting for me in peace at the attic, where the temperature is lower than in the attic, where the PV cannot work, where the battery is not enough to support us with a few more Electromagnets, and where I have to put fur carpets in the living room and balcony, so as not to freeze their paws.

It’s dawning, and I’m keeping a telescope to see what’s going on outside.

The aunt’s balcony was a mess, the crops were all on the ground, and the bamboo that had been hanging had disappeared, the meat, the dry peppers, the branches scattered by the crops and the bright hails were mixed and scattered all over the balcony.

Some of the people in the yard were walking around with something on their roofs, and all of their cars parked on the open floor of the yard were covered with rainbow-colored plastic membranes, without knowing whether the two off-road motorbikes were in it.

The little mop and Tag are eating breakfast without fear, and I can’t swallow it.

The heat of the last world continued until before I died, and I died at the beginning of the last third year.

Is this sudden cooling due to the short wave of cold in Wing Chun, or does it mean that the future is going completely different than I remember?

A chill surged from the heart.

Hails are still coming.

Two strangely dressed high figures appear at the end of the road.

I looked over and saw familiar military boots.

The captain and the tall man came back on foot.

Their helmets were tied to a cape, dressed in coats, and under the large man ‘ s coats was a short, thick cotton pants, some of which had been quickly searched.

They quickly returned to the door of the yard, where they were bowed with a special rhythm.

A few minutes later, armed young men and military doctors came out of the house and put the two men in the yard.

When the young man tied the door, the captain and the tall man were walking to the door of the woman’s room with the broken arm and were undressing her coat.

The medics went after them and told them something.

Two men took the backpack hand and stayed there for a moment.

Then, the tall man suddenly threw his tactical backpack to the ground, crouching down and holding his head.

The medicine box that came out of his backpack fell on the ground and the military doctor was busy picking it up.

Most of the survivors came out, and the pony dogs were pulled by a little girl, who stood in front of their respective rooms and welcomed their return in silence.

As if the captain were pulling out, holding the ground with his hands, sitting down by the big, crouching tall side of his back.

Hails have continued for three days.

Electricity and heating lights for animals and animals are very high, and the amount of electricity stored in the home is empty the next day.

Since yesterday, I have had to use precious diesel to generate electricity.

Survivors’ Brigades have not been out of their homes these days, and only four soldiers have ventured to the surroundings to collect fuel and winter clothing and heavy bedding.

If this situation continues, we will all face a desperate situation.

Fortunately, today ‘ s desperate hail has turned into a bulge of snow, and the temperature has risen slightly.

I took the opportunity to strengthen the shed and pick it up, and I put a light light in the shed to replace the artificial light of the crops that could not tan the sun.

The radish fell a lot of leaves, and it was sorely fattening it once, without worms, to eat earthworms.

I am not sure that this weather may change, and I want to see it for a few more days, so I have not removed the mask from the PV for the time being.

But those survivors are afraid to risk their food.

Perhaps because of the freezing of members and the need for military medical care, it was the captain, the tall and the young, and the best horse dog who went out with a shotgun.

I saw them in the woods, used to turn around and look at Aunty’s balcony.

The hail stopped, the hungry birds came out again to feed, and a group of sparrows flew to Aunty’s balcony and picked and picked in the dirt.

I’m counting sparrows in boredom, and I see a shadow coming out of the window behind the balcony.

I couldn’t wait to see the last one with no emotion.

But it’s not me she’s looking at. She’s staring at a sparrow she’s scared to take off.

More sparrows ran away with wings, as if their aunts had suddenly been activated in hunting instincts, raised their heads, raised their hands and jumped on their prey.

I saw the high-up aunty go straight out of the half-pack of the balcony, and then I seem to hear a humming.

That’s the sound of falling bodies falling from high places hitting snow.

I ran away from the attic, opened the door to the balcony and stood in the snow and breathed cold air.

Instead of rushing to the pavilion when the door was opened, as usual, the two pups sat tight, with both dog faces facing up, looking up in the air and their ears moving.

Then it was as if they had found something, and they stood up, their lips were moving, and they were barking.

I put out my hand in front of two highly vigilant dogs, indicating that they were silent.

Following them, I saw a slow-moving object from a distance.

I quickly looked around the balcony, confirming that snow had covered the shed, fish pond and attic roofs, and immediately ordered the little mop and Tag to enter the house, erase the footprints that we had left in the snow, and then return home, adjust the heavy telescope and look to the location of the unknown object.

My heart shrunk so hard that it was an iron-grey-painted military transporter, a “pooh”!

As the guillotine entered the Wing Chun airspace, the door to the cabin was slowly opened, and a box of materials quickly flew out of the cabin, and a few seconds later, a red umbrella flower appeared in the air and almost a red river.

The acid spread rapidly from the chest to the nasal cavity, and I watched the material drop with the help of a parachute, and I watched the cynics continue southward and waved their fists with excitement.

Quick, get out of the house, snow out.

I saw Auntie downstairs.

The aunt’s head was intact, but her spine was broken, and the white bones pierced her thin summer clothes and exposed to my sight.

She was unable to move in the snow pit she had thrown, and there was no blood stain around her, and she repeated her head.

More than a human being, she is like a poor hairy toy that is left in the wilderness at will by a child of a child who has no dignity.

I went forward and sent this unknown acquaintance on the road.

I’m alone in this neighborhood now.

Close her eyes and cover her body with snow for the time being. I learned her face and crossed out of the block wall.

A few bodies with less flexible hands and feet were killed along the way, and it took an hour and a half to finally reach the one person-size package.

The package is accompanied by snowboards that are easily towed.

Fearing that other survivors would suddenly come out and rob me, I flew to open the package and looked at the contents.

At the top is a stack of books bound by a plattered colour drawing, which is exactly the same.

On the first page, a letter was printed, with six main points.

First, large-scale survivor bases have been established in nine cities in the country and are now well-ordered and have returned to normal production.

Second, it is a holocaust directed only against human beings, where flora and fauna are not infected by mortuary viruses, nor can they become vectors of viruses, and where people are assured that they will eat fully cooked plants and animals.

Thirdly, very few plants and animals can vary in the new environment and it is recommended that care be taken to avoid accidental abuse.

Fourthly, we have just experienced a world-wide heavy rainfall, with the second outbreak of the mortuary virus at noon on the day of the heavy rains, with some survivors having mutated without the virus being exposed to history. It was not yet clear whether there would be a third and fourth sudden outbreak in the future, and the survivors of the cluster would remain vigilant.

Fifthly, the extreme cold weather will last for more than two years, and according to current research, dead bodies are slow to move in low-temperature conditions, and the nuclear energy in their brain is a durable fuel. The public is invited to overcome fear, to be reckless and to collect the crystal core for daily needs, such as heating, while ensuring their safety.

Sixth, major bases are intensifying the development of cold-resistant high-yielding crops and, once new varieties have stabilized, crop seeds will be added to subsequent air drop packages.

In conclusion, the indefatigable spirit of the Chinese nation’s fighting is in the blood of the people of every country, and ask your compatriots to take more care of themselves and to wait for help while trying to save themselves. Please believe that, like the countless difficult battles of history, victory will ultimately belong to us.

This was followed by basic planting commons, first aid guides, weapons modification techniques and a national map with detailed addresses for nine survivor bases.

All kinds of material under the book are not essential to me, and I therefore do not intend to crowd in on other hard-won survivors.

I repackaged the package and used a parachute to hang it on a visible tree.

Then, with the pamphlet and a little red cloth from my parachute, I quickly returned.

I was trapped in isolation from the rest of the world and until the day I died in despair, I did not know that the soldiers who had lost their ties to the organization and who had been in exile were constantly sacrificing their lives to protect the crowd’s blood, let alone the State had not given up her people.

I took my goggles off and wiped my face.

At this moment, I am confident that victory will be ours.

The three men who hunted in the woods returned in full.

The young man was carrying two packs of small animals, and the captain and the tall man were dragging a simple raft, each with two goats and a pickle, several sacks of sackcloth and a box of familiar materials.

While the burden is not too heavy, everyone’s pace is light.

I think they must have seen that letter, and perhaps they have cried in the woods in pain and in pain, excavating the pain of the road and the grief of those who have lost their peers.

With a frontal claw, the horse dog walks by the captain’s side and does not seem to dare to force the claw.

The captain crouched down and touched his head, hugged him to the raft he was pulling, and ordered him to lie down.

The horse dog looked good, and as a result, the captain turned back and did not walk a few steps, and he jumped off his prey and continued to walk in the snow on his own.

The young man put his prey on the captain’s raft, crouched his horse dog in his arms, turned his head and greeted the captain and the big man, and ran off without waiting for them to react, leaving two big brothers behind.

A simple funeral was held in the yard for the gills, women with broken arms and the elderly with white hair.

The captain and the young man were travelling to the city on two tire-modified fighting motorcycles.

Seniors bring people into the woods every day, while pony dogs are left in small homes to raise their wounds, with military doctors and others to sort out their internal affairs.

Their yard is almost 24 hours away from the fog, the furs of the nitrous prey, the cooking of large pieces of meat, fried meat pine, scrawny fungus sauce and dry food.

Three days later, the captain and youngster not only recovered two Land Cruiser motorcycles, but also brought back a middle-aged couple and their daughter, who was about 10.

The three members of the family joined the group, bringing the total to 23.

Survivors Team has started packing.

As far as I can see, there is no shortage of food or clothing, nor of medicine, but the least is a decent weapon. They had only three guns and two crossbows on hand, and those long-range weapons had been used by several military personnel.

But seeing this doesn’t mean I can help, because I walked through the door before the end of the day and only got some near-war weapons for myself.

I can only give them some food.

Not the kind of low-fat, high-protein meat they call from the woods, but high sugar, high-heat chocolate, energy rods and compressed biscuits.

The seagrass, seafood, red meat they eat all the way to are indeed the most popular healthy foods before the end of the day, but given their super-high daily calorie consumption and their low-temperature conditions, their continued use as staple foods, their chronic lack of sufficient calorie intake, and the risk that their lipid rates will fall to levels that seriously affect the functioning of the heart and the immune system.

Since the end of the year, I’ve barely touched this “spam food”, and I’ve sorted out two thirds of a few boxes of stock, plus red sugar and ginger, hand-shake generators, outdoor power, and a bouquet for the military dog, a canine diet such as hemorrhagic fertilizers, lactin protein, and common medicine, and have deliberately taken several trips to hide them in a small yard five kilometres away.

I was driven to land in their yard by a drone that I had put on a window and tied to a letter.

I have three drones that have never been used, and I intend to leave this to them for future reconnaissance.

The letter contains a simple map, so long as they follow my lead with an arrow marked in red pen, they will be able to reach the house and get the material.

I saw the captain and the tall man take the material with care and vigilance and make sure that the boxes were not weird and that they were brought back to the yard.

On the morning of the following morning, people in the yard had eaten early food and had fallen into the house, presumably waiting for the afternoon temperature to rise.

I’m running a feed machine for the next half-month, and the little mop is too busy running her brother as a goat and scrambling her over and over.

All of a sudden, they stopped fighting and then ran to the balcony and looked at me.

By the time I dropped the feed, I saw the crumbs on my body, the little mop was already rushing to pull curtains on the balcony with claws.

I’ll open a suture and see what’s out there through the telescope.

I saw the captain and horse dog standing at the gate.

My whereabouts are still exposed.

My anti-investigation tactics are probably purely Benmons in front of professional people and dogs. Since the horse dog can smell my scent all the way to my neighborhood, it can easily find where I am.

But they stopped outside the gate of the district and did not trespass on my “territory”, and I think the captain is conveying his goodwill.

I wonder why he came to me. Should I show up?

I decided to wait and see again.

I found out that every 10 minutes, the captain told the dog to bark, and the little mop and Tags were probably drawn by the dog’s first bark.

The dog’s barking low and quiet, and neither I nor the dog read the dangerous intentions from it.

This big guy’s cute.

After the sixth bell, the captain probably concluded that even if I was a dead pig who slept every day until the afternoon, I had been woken up by the unheeded bell and had a red package strapped to the front of the gate and ran away with a pony dog.

I saw them all the way back to the yard and back to their full-on companions.

The horse dog in a wide, large, feathered suit jumped into the fight that belonged to it, and the captain crossed the cross-country motorcycle on which he was riding.

He made a gesture towards the person behind him, and for the next second, four soldiers sat on their respective sides, with their arms raised, and a uniform military courtesy was paid to my direction.

I stunned for a moment, timidly raised my hand and my eyes were wet and hot.

Those who earn wages for the people, do not freeze them to death.

I, the ordinary man who chose to be alone in the end, am honoured to keep the heroes out of the snow.

May your fate be blessed.

When they left, I went to collect the captain’s package from the gate.

It’s a coincidence that this red bag is the parachute I once cut off.

The package contained a crossbow, 20 arrows, a clean and clean collection of 100 mortuary cores and a strong hand-written letter.

“And in the snow shall be a treasure, and a sense of it, and there shall be nothing long in it, and a twilight in it, and a hope that the king may cherish it, and that the mountains and rivers shall be flat, and they shall return it as a spring.”

“I’d like to salute you.”

Chapter 12, over the rainbow bridge.

The second fall of the end.

Although I have regularly fed the green beads to bread worms and earthworms, it has gradually faded away from green leaves, into a world covered by snow, and has fallen on its face without looking.

After a month of practice, the crossbow I left to me was used as a finger.

Since then, I have often gone out alone to hunt for zombies and collect crystal cores.

According to the book in the kit, each crystal core can burn for seven days without interruption. I see these crystal cores as the last hand of those who were the victims of the tragedy to their fellow citizens, burning the vestiges of their bodies and allowing others to survive in this cold winter.

I have swept the centre of my district, gradually cleaning up dead bodies within 15 kilometres of their diameter, and am amassing nearly 500 crystal cores in my hands.

I have no more survivors in this limited area of my footprint.

And I walk in the snow alone, but I see a thousand birds flying away, and the people disappear.

The vast world is like a silent graveyard, spread over the wilderness.

The second winter of the last.

This time, as promised, it dropped improved potatoes, chips and tomatoes, which are well protected by air-ventilating elastic materials.

Because my region is no longer inhabited by other survivors, this time I have taken home both of the kits I found.

The accompanying planting instructions state that these three new varieties, which are low-temperature, can grow well without sufficient light, not only for high nutritional value, but also for high yield, and that survivors can grow easily indoors by simply searching for some deep enough containers.

I planted all three new varieties in the corridor that connects A and B, and I’m going to gather them to feed our animals when they mature.

I had to climb to the roof of the attic every day to remove snow from the solar panels three times because of the snow.

One morning, I accidentally tripped my left foot on the right foot while shoveling snow, fell off the roof in a moment, and my heart fell and I felt like I was going to fall badly.

But when I heard Tagwandi screaming, the strangeness hangs over 30 centimeters from the ground.

I think I know how the stupid little mop of the last one survived.

Because I didn’t take him home, a dog was with Tag, and Tag wasn’t fully recovered, and the end came.

Humans and zombies both desire fresh meat and two stray dogs do not live in hiding.

Maybe in a life-and-death crisis, Tag wakes up to the power of the control, from which time it protects the little mop, which shares the prey with it, and they support each other in a way out.

But there’s also an explanation that doesn’t make sense — I didn’t see Tag with the mop before I died.

Is it because of its long-lost trust in humanity?

Everything is unknown.

Because of the lack of self-preservation of the little mops and Tag, I was afraid to take them out with me, and two little friends had not been free for almost two years.

I pulled back a log from the field, spent a day grinding it into the shape of a human head, putting it on the neck of my sewn-up, human cotton doll, and starting to train Tag to use it.

For the first time, after Tag was able to control the crossbow through this wooden head, I made them walk out of the building and adapt them to this cruel new world.

Tag is smart, and it quickly realizes that human beings with a stench of depravity are the objects it needs to attack, and that it can basically do without an arrow.

Later, it even allowed crossbows to take the crystal core out while they pierced the mortuary brain.

With Tag, I don’t have to smash those poor people’s heads to look for the core, so at least save the last bit of dignity for those who were humans.

The reserves of rations for people and dogs that were hoarded before the end of the day were running out.

Our family now has small mops and wild pigeons, with fresh blood and a slightly higher production of meat and eggs than before, but the capacity of rabbits as the main source of meat has declined.

I drank slow-fire dove soup made of freshly dug winters and planned to catch some local hares to grow.

I remember that Europeans used to tame ferrets to help them hunt rabbits, and I squeaked and chewed a little mop.

Well, it’s not much bigger than a ferret, and it’s a better brain than a ferret.

I went with two dogs and a bag of tools.

A nest of rabbits works together to dig up a complex space under the ground that connects multiple exits, as they say.

I found a rabbit hole in the woods, sealed the other holes with a thin net, leaving only one active exit.

I stood in front of this hole and put a tow teacher in it.

The teacher sits in the hole, the confused pig turns back, and doesn’t understand what I mean.

I hit it ass hard, and it slipped a few steps down the slope of the hole, and I didn’t know what I found, and suddenly I got excited and disappeared in my sights and those of Tag.

I quickly sealed the hole, and I couldn’t help but think of a teacher who could help himself to get the rabbit out of the way, scared the rabbits, big and small, running around, one through the hole, and I would just go around a harvest with a net.

And I did have a good harvest, and that’s exactly what I thought.

The tow teacher was a lone wolf who did not need my help to kill the whole family of rabbits in a cave by a dog alone.

I see it rushing to and from the caves, and every time I get a dead rabbit with a broken neck, my face gets numb.

The teacher is a good dog, but the IQ is used to change hunting skills. I can’t make it clear that I need a live rabbit. It just helps to get the rabbits out.

The sustainable development plan was declared bankrupt, and I was carrying this bunch of fat, fat rabbits, and Tags was walking home with a little mop that was too tired to walk.

Next time, I’ll make a couple of traps myself, and I’ll be happy to eat fresh spicy rabbit heads.

The third spring of the last.

It’s been a busy spring.

The oil hoarded before the end of the day was long gone, and I had just extracted some vegetable oil from the oil press and from the corn and peanuts produced by my family, and began to refine and accumulate the fat of animals for a winter.

Two doggies were obviously oily, but I would never have given them such unhealthy food, and I rounded up my eyes in cold blood out of the kitchen.

When the white fat particles turn yellow, and when the pot jumps, even the traditional Tag learns the way a little mop, desperately covering his own eyes with his front paws, it probably means nothing.

The radish and cabbage in the shed are very well adapted to the cold weather of the end, which is so tender and sweet that I have to make fresh food that I can’t finish up into a bowl of north-east yogurt and Korean cabbage.

Usually when I’m working, the two doggies, each carrying a cabbage, screech and gnawing, don’t get too cold.

All kinds of fruit are also starting to hang their fruit indiscriminately, and blueberries and berries, grapefruit and tomatoes have matured at the same time, and I have been busy processing most of them into snacks such as berries and jam, honey grapefruit sauce and tomatoes, to be consumed slowly.

Sometimes when I’m done, I’m gonna take a sweet potato out of an unexpunged coal fire, split it into two, half for the two pups, half for my own hot-fired tea, and I’m gonna eat it, and I’m gonna get tired from inside and out.

The home stock of finished dog snacks was completely depleted, and I started making homemade meat and steaks with dryers.

Every time a dryer works, a little mop looks like a kid who sells sweets to his parents in New Year’s, goes around me like crazy, stomps and even learns how to worship, and looks pathetic for food.

At the same time, according to doctors, Tag is only one year older than a little mop, but has lost most of the food that was before.

It’s become more and more like an older generation with a little mop, and the look in our eyes is strangely full of peace and love.

On the day the northeast sour can open, I made a sour pan with rabbits, which were kept on the cathedral and heated, and the gold-coloured surfaces were sorely blistering, and a room of sour cream was smoked.

I sat at the table and couldn’t eat rabbit meat, and I cut an apple, and I cut the seeds, cut the petals, and divided it between Tag and the little mop.

This is Tag’s favorite fruit, which, as usual, sits quietly and waits for its feeding at the moment I bring out the apple.

But when I handed it an apple, it shrunk back and forth, as if it had slit its mouth, and when it finally put it in its mouth, it didn’t chew at all, and it swallowed its head in its belly.

And the little mop had finished its share, and it had not yet licked the ground with its own mouth.

Tag didn’t want to eat any more, and he gave his apples to the little mops that were dipped in the sand, lying down in silence and staring at the little mops.

And I sat in front of Tag and raised its head, and looked at it, and said, “Why do you not like apples?” What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

I checked Tag from top to bottom, and then I found two empties in his teeth bed.

When you brushed her teeth before you went to bed yesterday, the two teeth were fine. How come the two moths fell off overnight and even the dog’s teeth began to loose?

I know that most of Mount Burn’s life does not exceed 10 years, but my Tag is only six years old this year.

The third fall of the last.

After those two moths fell, Tag was in such a state that, over the past six months, it had grown so fast that it had caught me and the mop.

Often, it suddenly falls asleep with no sign of picking and playing with my little mops.

The two warm and watery eyes were gradually covered with mixed diaphragms.

It continues to try to take the little mops up and down, even though it has to go up and down to the bed and to the toilet by the slow slope that I had prepared for the little mops.

The appetite and digestive capacity have become poor and food is no longer a pleasure for it. I’m going to make his food a fine piece of meat with a breaker, and I’m going to look at it because I’m trying to lick every meal.

Despite that, Tag lost weight quickly and became as weak as when we found it.

In an ordinary early morning, Tag suddenly lost control of his back limbs.

From that day on, we stopped what we had at hand and started to keep it on foot.

I’ll put a folded blanket through his waist, carrying both sides of the blanket, and I’ll help him walk with his frontal paws.

I may feel tired, but he’s still willing to let me help him go to the toilet, but he won’t let me hold him on the balcony again.

It sleeps for the most part of the day, and every breath gives an edible throat.

I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up and tried to breathe.

If it happens to be awake, it licks my hand with his tongue and looks at me with a gentle look.

I don’t know what’s going on in his mysterious little head when Tag’s awake, and I can’t read despair and despair in those eyes, but nothing but twirling pity and perseverance.

It is like an old man of the late age, who has put aside fear of his own life and death, except for those who are behind him.

The third winter of the last.

Tag was stuck one night, and he knew what he was doing, and his old, obnoxious eyes looked at me with guilt.

I tried to suppress the tears of most of the year, and I knew that it was coming to the end of life, as my mother had done before her death, and that life was about to repeat itself before my eyes.

And We leaned over his face and said, “It is all right, baby, you did not mean it. I’m sorry.

I helped her clean up and took out a large bowl of bee nest that had been cut into small pieces, and fed it one by one, to see that it chewed with satisfaction every sweet, stiff tail twitching and beating the mattress.

After eating his favorite rose honey, I put it in my arms and put a little mop in his belly.

It is as if a tired traveler, who is about to fall into a sweet dream of roses, and whose eyes are incomprehensible, and whose eyes are opened up to me in a sudden manner.

The last time I kissed Tag’s forehead, I used to do my best to stop the suffocation in the voice and laughed at it and said, “Is Tag tired?” Good boy, come on, sister’s mom will pick you up at the Rainbow Bridge. I’m sorry.

Tag put a smile on me and looked at me like that and stopped breathing.

I was suddenly distraught, as if I had returned to the evening of Tag’s stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, all of this, just a drop, as if it had happened yesterday.

We haven’t moved for a long time.

It was not until Tag’s body was as cold as a specimen that I realized that Tag had left the body that it had briefly inhabited in the world to the other side that the living could not reach.

It has left this aging body, out of the shackles of responsibility that nature has imposed on it, and has become a free spirit free from bondage.

Our gentlest brother, our most loyal partner, our most reliable protector, so farewell to us.

The little mop maintained its original position and suddenly began to cry low.

He’s saying goodbye to his brother in his own way.

Nice to meet you, Tag.

Goodbye, our little tiger.

The fourth spring of the last.

After Tag left, me and the mop moved into the smallest bedroom in the family and started snailing.

We’re not interested in going out, we’re just focusing on domestic animals and crops.

The little mops have become much more stable.

It’s no longer lazy, no more sarcasm, it’s trying to pick up a basket that is taller than it is, and behind me it’s trying to make me depend.

It seems to be gradually playing the role that Tag once played, or it is taking the initiative to become another Tag.

It’s just that every time it sleeps confusedly and suddenly remembers the toilet in the bed, it’s standing on my bed, used to looking back, as if it was still waiting for the big, reliable dog to come along and back it up.

Chapter 13, a toast to you.

Another year, 30 years old.

I’ve made a plate of rice with a grain stock that’s not very fresh, and I’m going to spend the day with this well-meaning and hungry staple.

The little mop was groining towards the sky on the balcony, and I put down a bowl of homemade dog rice in front of it, mixed with all kinds of meat and internal organs, without disturbing its mind, and turned back to the kitchen.

I heard the sound of a helicopter propeller, which was very close.

The little mop is turning its head at me, and I leaned over and looked in the direction of the sound.

A coloured helicopter is passing over our neighborhood at very low altitude, and I can tell what it is spraying into the air with my naked eye.

We have seen the helicopter go away to see it carefully leave a footprint in the air everywhere in the city until it disappears into the sky.

I take back the sights of my eyes, and the sights are drawn to the greens of the windows.

A new sprouts appeared on the naked vines of the green.

The beginning of the year.

I heard a gentle and powerful female voice broadcast while pouring.

Pulling the curtains out, an armoured vehicle slowly parked at the door of my neighborhood, and the woman’s voice from the car kept repeating a word –

“The world’s STD pathogens have been conquered, and yesterday our country completed a nationwide vaccination campaign.

Fellow citizens, the world is safe outside.

“We will assist you as soon as possible in the case of people in need of help in particular difficulties, if you have red or yellow markings in your shelter. I’m sorry.

Several soldiers were taken from the armoured vehicles, led by a figure I knew better.

I was standing on the balcony, crying without a word.

I will drink all the wine in my hands.

Here’s to Mom, to Tag, to all those who struggle to survive. Case number: YXX1ogBkmkmU5DMkp1sdPdj

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.