Chapter 52: Choice 3

There was a smile on the face of Qingyun, and then the pigeons that caught the dizzy on the ground went to the station.
Lu Changfeng stood behind him and stunned. He slowly turned his head and looked at the back of Qingyun. A series of abnormal behaviors of Qing Yun finally connected in his mind.
If you want to put a water polo, you will get out of the water polo. If you want to put the fireball, you will get out of the fireball, and if he is inexplicably cleaned, the bird that fell out will be the wish of this kid.
Thinking of this, Lu Changfeng’s breathing was heavy, and watching Qingyun’s eyes filled with incredible and faint greed. If it was this power, then he...
Qing Yun did not care about Lu Changfeng, only happy to hold the pigeons in his arms and go to the car. He passed through the crowds who were busy outside, and the cries of the pigeons in their arms attracted people's attention.
Is this a pigeon that has never changed?
Suddenly a few greedy eyes stared at Qingyun, these people followed the team, the daily food is distributed collectively, and one person only eats one meal and is so real. So after seeing the pigeons in the hands of Qing Yun, they could not suppress the saliva secreted in the mouth.
"Boy, where are the pigeons in your hand?" Finally someone couldn't help but ask around.
Qing Yun glanced at the man, and then walked away as if he didn't hear him. He remembered that this man had murdered him yesterday.
"Hey, don't go, ask you what you didn't hear?" He will catch Qingyun when he goes up, but thinks that Sheng Feng's order was taken back yesterday, and Qingyun only threw a fireball yesterday, but Still have a great shock to them, no one in the entire team dared to call him as before.
Another person came over and looked at Qing Yundao: "He is stupid, you can't understand this when you say this."
Said that this person walked to Qingyun, reached out and took out a shining ball, smiled and used the child's voice: "Look at this ball is not beautiful, do you change the things in your arms for me?"
The gleam of the colorful light attracted the attention of Qing Yun. He stared for a while, but looked at the pigeons that would be called in the arms, or shook his head.
At first glance, this method is useful. The people who stood on the edge of the scene immediately swarmed up, holding all kinds of pigeons in the end of the world with no strange things to change the pigeons in his hands.
Qingyun is very clever. When he looks at this situation, he is more of a baby in his arms. He sullenly headed forward and met the toy that really attracted his attention. He actually learned to bargain and asked the man: "I am using water for this?"
When Sheng Feng came back, he saw a scene in which a group of people surrounded the children, and immediately the brow wrinkled.
In fact, Qingyun is very tall and slender. It is definitely the one that attracts little girls before the end of the last days, but now with the childlike expression on his face and the pair of crystal clear eyes, it is inexplicable. Sheng Feng is soft.
He walked over and heard the comments around him. Then he looked at the pigeons held by Qing Yun’s arms and the things in the hands of the people around him. Sheng Feng immediately understood what happened to Qingyun.
He couldn't help but sigh. Even if these people realized the benefits of Qingyun's water system abilities, they would no longer be unscrupulous. They still regarded Qingyun as a fool. So I can confidently hold these useless things for the precious food in his hands.
"What are you doing here?" Sheng Feng's cold mouth, low and unpleasant voice instantly silenced the people around Qingyun.
"I want food to find it myself, what is the trick of kidding a child!"
The faint words with maintenance have shocked the ears of this group of people. They watched Sheng Feng come, and they no longer exchanged things with Qingyun, and they scattered away.
Sheng Feng approached and looked at Qingyun’s arms and his wings, and he couldn’t help but smile.
You’re lucky.

He said that he raised his hand and pinched the neck of the pigeon. The other hand patted Qingyun’s head: "Clean it up and bake it."
When the voice just fell, Sheng Feng felt something wrong. He looked at Qingyun’s head and stared at the pigeon in his arms that was holding his neck, and then the eyelids became more and more red and red, and finally the tears of the beans were in his eyes. The swaying and shaking, Muir rolled out.
Well, it turned out that he was crying.
"What happened to you?" Qingyun shed tears, so he looked up at Sheng Feng. Although he does not understand death, but sensitively feels the passage of life, the whole person is crying more and more fierce.
The big boy's crying nose is red, but it is completely unfeelable.
Sheng Feng's face was full of arrogance, and he hurriedly took the old man's finger to wipe the tears on the child's face, but his heart was completely unable to get the point where Qingyun was inexplicably crying. But to make a five-year-old child cry, this self-awareness makes Sheng Feng embarrassed to sweat sweat.
He wiped his tears and shook his child's white cheeks, and explained with a slight panic:
"I am not worried about this pigeon flying away?"
"If you die, you can't fly away!"
"You don't want to eat? Hey, don't you cry, the pigeon meat is delicious..."
Washing the pigeons, arranging them on the fire, and even sprinkling the seasonings of Sheng Feng is still a little aggressive. He doesn’t understand how things will develop into this. How can he be a nanny? Like a child.
Shrinking beside him, watching the flames of Qingyun sucked his nose again, Sheng Feng’s hand trembled, and the words of the lure on his mouth naturally spit out:
I’ll just bake it, and when you eat, I know I’m not cheating. You, huh?"
The scent of oil and fat mixed with the spice of the spices into the nose of Qingyun, he felt his stomach involuntarily called twice. But looking at the unspeakable pigeons on the fire, Qingyun is still red-eyed, and the voice is still twitching: "I don't want to eat, I want to watch it fly..."
Wen Yan, Sheng Feng looked at the sky with a white eye, a huge sense of powerlessness enveloped him all over the body, he felt that he could kill a bear with a punch, while listening to the soft voice of the child around him, and could not make a fire.
In the last half year, due to the pollution of water sources, the pollution of land, the variation of animals and plants, human beings can only live by the food produced before the end of the world. In this environment, just like Sheng Feng can't think that someone can be heartbroken because of a piece of dirt, he also can't think that Qing Yun actually caught a pigeon and didn't want to eat but wanted to play?
Damn, who is this child? This requires a person to be in the last days, and to be starved to death before being killed by the zombies.
Thinking this way, Sheng Feng looked at Qing Yun’s pure and innocent eyes, and slowly cooled his face. He watched the pigeons on the fire have been baked. Sheng Feng held the stick in his hand and handed it to Qing Yun.
If you quit, use the tone of the order: "Eat."
Qingyun did not pick up, the smell of meat is extremely tempting for him to eat nothing today, but Qing Yun still does not want to eat, in order to stop his own eager arms, he does not even start at the same time, behind his hands.
Sheng Feng did not allow his waywardness. He directly tore the meat and handed it to his mouth: "Open your mouth and eat."
In the eyes of Qing Yun, tears began to appear again. He thought that this person was really annoyed. He couldn’t understand what he said, so he made his pigeons.
"I don't want to eat it..." Qingyun seriously explained to Sheng Feng.
But the man's attitude was not loose, even when he opened his mouth and stuffed the meat into his mouth. Finally, Qing Yun couldn't stand the hunger of the body, subconsciously chewing on the mouth, but the tears flowed down again.
Sheng Feng was unmoved. He knew that Qing Yun couldn't hold it because the child started from last night and had nothing to eat except a small can.
"Remember, in the future, animals that are not dangerous like pigeons are your food. If you catch them, you will kill them immediately, otherwise others will grab them with you." Sheng Feng teaches Qing Yun this end time with cold words. Rule of law.
Qingyun’s tears flowed even more fiercely, and the clear scorpions were soaked in tears, sparkling and confused.
The hand kept feeding the meat into Qingyun's mouth for a moment. Sheng Feng looked at Qingyun's eyes, but suddenly understood the fear in his heart. Why did he see the child's clear eyes feel fear?
Because he knows that in this end of morality, this most pure light will slowly disappear. Perhaps one day, Sheng Feng saw Qingyun again. He saw a pair of eyes full of wildness and plunder.
Sheng Feng is afraid that he has no ability to protect the clarity of these eyes.
"Oh." The hot tears lingered on Sheng Feng's fingers. His hands shrank, and the pressure on his heart was like a fire, and it was so hot that Sheng Feng was uncomfortable.
Looking at the tears in his hand, Sheng Feng suddenly couldn't reach out. He stared quietly at Qingyun's eyes. The eyes were like a spring, and the clear tears flowed out.
He seems to be more than his own tears, but like the end of the world, the struggle of all human hearts.
"Okay! Don't cry." Sheng Feng finally couldn't help himself. He reached out and held the child crying in front of him. He was covered with oily hands and patted the back of Qingyun, clumsy comforting people. "Okay, don't cry, don't cry, don't want to eat, don't eat..."
Sheng Feng feels that the child in his arms gently pushes himself with a cat-like force, and he can't say a complete sentence.
"Oh, it’s okay, it’s not good for me."
"You want to raise the day, I will give you a good one?" Sheng Feng seems to have exhausted the gentleness he can imagine, comforting the child in his arms. He thought that even though these eyes would be dyed with other colors in the future, he didn't want to, and he personally smeared it.
"You...you are handcuffed, dirty!" Qingyun remembered the oil in his hand and finally twitched and said it.
Hearing his words, Sheng Feng couldn't help but laugh. He pulled away his body and looked at the tearful child in his arms. He couldn't help but squeeze his soft cheeks: "All crying like this, you are no better than I am still dirty?"
Seeing that Qingyun’s face was angry and blushing, Sheng Feng quickly took the person into his arms and comforted him.
He didn't realize that Qingyun, who had chin on his shoulders, suddenly stopped sobbing, his eyes turned from sorrow and grievances to an extreme calmness, but the calm Muir was broken, revealing a touch of undisguised anger. .
However, this emotion only lasted for less than a second, and suddenly disappeared, returning to the previous grievances.
The author has something to say: Look at today's comment, I also want to die.
Just for the update of this article, I considered that I finally gave up the qualification to enter the instructor lab for a week. Hahahaha suddenly feels that I am still going to the lab.
I feel that I am still not very suitable for writing texts. When I first entered the v world, I got my heart and mind. After I finished the abo, I got stuck for three or four days. I didn’t dare to write, I couldn’t write it, and I told my friends that I was going to be cold. Then at the end of the world, I wrote more than a thousand words, wrote my understanding of the characters in my writings, wrote my feelings about your comments, and later felt that the feelings were completely deleted.
The world of entertainment circles below is afraid of disappointing you, so mine clearance, but fortunately, I am still relieved that some people think that the attack is stupid.
This time, Shiman is my biggest mistake. If it is not enough, these words from the liver will be enough for me for half a month, then I can save the next world in the next world.
Because my idea of ​​wearing this piece is to try different people in each world and write two people to fall in love in different environments.
Every world is difficult to produce at the beginning, and if you are not careful, you will be pitted, so you will always save a world. Because I know the world more now, the feelings I want to express are different from the last world, so I still started to mine. I didn’t expect to hurt you anymore. It seems that no matter how careful I am, I will always let you down.
Really to myself...
Today, I will take a leave tomorrow, let me slow down, if the day after tomorrow is not updated, it may be that I am ready to finish the world and then send it to the world.