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Su Meng, who didn't know where he had gone, sat on the garden bench, and the zombies wandering around him looked at him as nothing, and seemed to know that he was a zombie and not a human.

Su Meng's heart was very chaotic, and after blowing the night wind for a while, his head cleared up a lot.

Sure enough, it rained, pouring down on him, with a little chill.

Su Meng stood up, walked into a milk tea shop next to him, cleaned the zombies inside, closed the door and sat on the ground.

The rain outside was beating against the glass door, and he seemed unusually lonely in the dim and cold room.

[Mr. Su Meng, do you need me to sing to you? 】

Su Meng wiped the rain from his face, and when he heard the sound of the system, there was an inexplicable stability, and he thought for a while: "You sing." ”

[A person's night / My heart / where should I put it.... ohbaby~~】

"Stop, stop!!" Su Meng raised his hand and called out to Aix's singing.

[Mr. Su Meng, do you think it doesn't sound good? Aix's voice was a little more aggrieved.

Su Meng covered his face, and he was about to cry, "It's good, but please stop singing and let me be quiet." ”

What do you mean by this lyric!!

[Well, if you still need me to sing, remember to tell me.] 】

Su Meng made an OK gesture.

With his face buried in his knees, he lay on his stomach for an unknown amount of time, and it was dark outside.

He stood up against the wall, the task was more important than anything else, and he couldn't forget that there was still a task because of this.

Pushing open the glass door, he swept his eyes to the squatting figure at the door, and his steps stopped in vain.

The man didn't know how long he had been squatting here, the rain that had poured on him last night had dried up, and his black black hair was fluffy, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head, and his dull eyes were surprisingly bright when he saw him.

But thinking of something, Su Le drooped his head, his fingers tightened, and his voice was as light as a maple leaf drifting away in autumn,

"Brother, I don't know how to make you like me, I've done a lot of things that make you angry, I'm sorry."

Su Meng didn't speak, but he didn't leave, he stood there and listened to him.

Su Le's attitude of admitting his mistake was excellent, "I will definitely control my own emotions in the future, and I will not cause trouble to my brother again." ”

Su Meng's chest disappeared completely, and it was too easy to soften.

"Brother, don't be angry, okay?" Seeing that there was an improvement, Su Le pleaded again and again.

Su Meng raised his eyebrows and glared at him, and stretched out his hand to him for a while, "Get up." ”

Su Le was stunned, cautiously stretched out his hand, and put it in his palm, "Isn't my brother angry with me?" ”

Su Meng didn't respond.

Su Le didn't get up, and looked at him pitifully like a homeless puppy: "Soft feet." ”

He squatted here all night, not lying to him.

Su Meng sighed, bent down and said, "Come up." ”

Walking on the street where zombies roamed with him on his back, Su Meng felt the people behind him bury their faces on the side of his neck, and his body instantly stiffened.

Su Le rubbed affectionately, and his muffled voice suppressed some emotions,

"Brother, I only have you, if you leave me, I will go crazy."

After a long time, Su Meng snorted.

His joyful and excited laughter rang in his ears.

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Early morning.

After Su Meng finished breakfast, his eyes flickered, and he stopped talking: "You.. You don't have to make serums anymore. ”

Su Le asked suspiciously, "Why?" Brother, didn't you always want me to develop it? ”

Su Meng didn't look at him, his eyes fell to the ground, and said, "Just like you said before, even if it is developed, it will be like this in the future, so there is no need to do such meaningless things." ”