Chapter 102: Give myself to you (one more)

Several people have great appetites, even if it looks like a small Lin Jia. Although they prepared a table of meals, they didn't waste a bit of food in the end. This is also a habit they developed after the end of the world.
After drinking too much alcohol, Zhao Qiyang suddenly burst into tears and started crying. He said that he missed his parents. He cried and cried and began to say that he didn't know if he could find his wife in this eschatological era. He just cried.
Zhao Sihui dragged her brother back to the house with a speechless expression. The others were responsible for cleaning up things. If these tableware oil stains were not cleaned up the same day, they would be covered with mold and worms the next morning.
Taking advantage of this moment, Yin Yiliu quietly poured himself a glass of fruit wine, while Jin Yang accidentally drank it into his belly.
In her previous life, she liked drinking some plum wine while eating at home alone, or going out with the little sisters in the dormitory to reunite with fruit wine.
But she forgot that it was the first time that her body was exposed to alcohol. After a cup of alcohol, her head became a little dizzy, and two faint blushes burned on her cheeks.
When Jin Yang finished packing things, what he saw was the girl sitting on the sofa by herself. Her legs were not as short as when she was a child. She was able to reach the ground, but she shrank and dangling jio, the fluffy rabbit above her head. The auricle of the ear was dyed pink, as if it had also been ripened by alcohol.
He knew immediately that Tutu must have drunk secretly.
Yin Yiliu's mind is still sober, only a little bit drunk, when she heard Jin Yang asked if she had a drink, her face was straightforward and said: "I don't have one."
But looking at the deep eyes of Jin's thighs, she was immediately discouraged, gestured with her little finger, and whispered: "I just drank such a little bit, I just have a taste."
Jin Yang didn't say any accusations, he took the dizzy girl to wash, and alienated her soft and fluffy hair like she did when she was still a peasant, and Yin Yiliu was too good today.
Since she grew up so fast, she never let Jin Yang comb her hair anymore, because she always felt that there was a knot in her heart, and would warn herself not to do this again because her heart beats faster.
After combing his hair, Jin Yang took out a small clay sculpture from his arms and put it in Yin Yiliu's hand, whispering, "Happy New Year."
He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol that he had drunk today. His cold eyes were stained with water vapor, and from Yin Yiliu's point of view, he looked particularly gentle.
Yin Yiliu froze for a while, spread her palm and looked
, Lying in her palm was a chubby clay bunny, with a smooth and naive surface, which was clearly made in her own way.
Jin Yang had been thinking of giving Bunny a gift from a few days ago. He heard that there were members of the special warfare unit who belonged to other districts. After inquiring about it, he learned that there is an abandoned old cellar in the city B base. It used to be a craftsman who burned pottery, but it became a wasteland after the end of the world.
He went to clean up a burning furnace with dust, and began to wonder how to shape it awkwardly.
In the beginning, the pinch was always not good enough or cute enough, so he did it again, finally pinching out the bunny in his heart. When he burned, he couldn't control the heat, and always burned out chapped mud bunny. Polishing was added later After a few days, hundreds of clay sculptures were scrapped to become such a piece.
Each outline above was carved out by himself. After touching the extremely stable hand with the gun for so long, he used a hundred times more energy on carving mud rabbits.
He held it in his hand for a long time, and the temperature of Yin Yiliu in his palm could still be felt now. She looked at it, and the dizzy brain stimulated by alcohol suddenly came up again, and her eyes turned red.
In fact, more often, Jin Yang is silently giving bad words. He was reluctant to communicate with anyone from the beginning. Gradually, he can extend his arms to others, and he can give a little discomfort to the team members born and died. Send New Year’s blessings.
Her golden thigh is really a very nice and gentle person, but the man in the book ended up dead. She squashed her mouth, rushed up and hugged Jin Yang's waist and began to wipe tears.
Jin Yang was stunned. He tried to relax as much as possible. Then he hesitated to touch the girl who was holding his waist and not letting go, and asked softly, "What happened to the rabbit? Don't you like it?"
Yin Yiliu was confused by alcohol at this time, and couldn't take care of any reserved shyness. While rubbing her nose and tears against Jin Yang's waist, she whimpered in her mouth and said something she couldn't hear.
Jin Yang made a careful identification, only to hear the sentence "My golden thighs are so nice..." He couldn't laugh or cry, his eyes darkened a bit.
He now knew that the nickname that Tutu gave him was Golden Thigh. At this time, there was an emotion in his heart surging wildly, and he felt that something was wrong with him.
He always thought that he raised Bunny well, and watching her transform from a little bunny bag into a green girl is his only joy in this dark world.
But Tutu’s rapid growth caught him off guard, and he suddenly realized that he didn’t know when it started.
Mother's feelings seem to have changed from pure father-daughter love.
He would feel irritable when he watched other young people in the base cast his eyes on Tutu. Knowing that Tutu would stand with other people sooner or later, he would feel anxious, and he even heard that the fat boy every day said he wanted to marry a rabbit. Tutu, saying that Tutu will marry sooner or later, a touch of uncontrollable anger rose in his heart.
He clearly knew that he didn't want to, and he didn't want to watch this fluffy little guy smile sweetly at others.
He couldn't control the wanton growth and changing emotions in his heart. At this time, looking at the little girl who was holding him softly and talking drunkly, he closed his eyes slightly, and held Yin Yiliu's hand without correcting her.
Jin Yang rolled his throat slightly and smiled bitterly in his heart. His fists hanging beside him were clenched tightly, and the back of his hand was slightly convex, mocking his dark and shameful thoughts.
Yin Yiliu was aggrieved for a while, the alcohol slowly evaporated with tears, and she gradually realized that she had just accidentally spilled the alcohol, and suddenly felt even more burning on her face.
She wiped the water stains on her face, burped a little, and tried to change the subject.
"I will prepare a New Year gift for you, too."
Jin Yang's heart stagnated for a moment. Seeing that the eyes and nose of the girl in front of him were red, he squeezed something out of his arms and held it with two small paws.
From his perspective, he could only see a mass of white things spilling out of the girl's fingertips, not knowing what it was.
In the first 13 years of Jin Yang's life, no one had ever given him a gift, neither on holidays nor birthdays, because he was an existence that the Jin family could not mention.
After the age of thirteen, when the head of the Jin family realized that he could never give birth to a second boy except for Jin Yang, he had to accept this fact and he had to accept his fate and began to train him as an heir.
At this time, Jin Rumeng, who has gradually gained the concept of right and wrong, regrets and wants to restore the relationship between brothers and sisters, and the family members outside who want to have a good relationship with the heirs of the Jin family, will fill up a lot of gifts. room.
But these things were no longer important in Jin Yang's eyes at that time. The things he had expected when he was a child were in his hands one by one.
The gentleness of the father, the smiling face of the younger sister, the right to eat and the gifts, etc., but after he got his hands, he realized that he would not be moved by these things anymore.
But at this moment, Jin Yang felt a sense of expectation after a long absence, as if emotions that had been silent for many years finally pulled his heart fiercely, and he suddenly realized that he cared.
I care that someone will remember him, give him gifts, and even look forward to it.
Yin Yiliu stretched out her palms nervously. A white fluffy little rabbit lay in her palm. Her eyes were glued into small with red silk thread, which looked stupid and chubby.
She was a little bit disappointed, her long ears hung slightly to the side of her face, and she muffled: "I made myself... I would poke your little one if I knew it."
The gift Jin Yang gave her was herself, and she even poked her own felt and gave it to Jin Yang as a New Year gift.
After she reacted, she felt a little regretful. How could such a narcissistic person poke herself to give someone else.
Jin Yang suddenly smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and the brows and eyes were soft and gentle. All of a sudden, he looked at Yin Yiliu.
I saw him take the felt rabbit, put it in his palm, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your New Year gift, I like it very much."
The felt bunny in the palm is like Bunny himself. Although the grown-up Bunny no longer likes to become a small dumpling and nest in his arms, he doesn't like to touch her furry head and ears by himself, but he already has The new "Tutu".
This is not a substitute, it was Tutu who gave her to herself.
With this sentence, the bunny-eared girl who could not resist the gentle offensive suddenly exploded the heart of the little flower. She covered her cheek with her paw, and stammered: "Hi, just like it."
No matter how many times I watched it, the handsome face in Jin Thigh was a first-class look, which would make the marmot scream in her heart.
On this New Year’s night, the two exchanged gifts. It was a special day for them.
On the first day of the New Year, there were no firecrackers, and no pedestrians walking around to prepare for relatives. The short New Year atmosphere in the base was diluted by the second snow of this year, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets.
Yin Yiliu walked on the road to the base, and saw several homeless people huddled in the corners on both sides, wrapped in dirty ragged jackets, covered with a thin layer of frost, shivering in the snow .
She couldn't help but frown and asked, "Didn't there be a batch of cotton clothes distributed to ordinary people for the winter? What about them?"
Zhao Qiyang glanced at the people curled up on the side of the street, and sighed: "Those clothes are for the people in the Nine Dragon Caves, and these people are the'wanderers' in the base. They are not even qualified to live in the Nine Dragon Caves. Most people who have no labor force or are unwilling to work hard, do not have the legal status of the base, but still rely on people who refuse to leave the base."
These wanderers wandered around the base without shelter from the wind and rain, nor could they squeeze into the Nine Dragon Caves, and were not accepted by the base and other outsiders, so they could only drift outside.
Fortunately, the snowfall this time was not heavy, and the climate was not as cold as before, but the arrival of winter undoubtedly made the chances of these people looking for items that can eat their stomachs much smaller. Yin Yiliu looked at it along the way.
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