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Chapter Twenty-Three: This Is Home

After a long day's walking, by the time Claude reached the southeastern part of the city, zombies had become very scarce.

The streets here are relatively intact, and it seems that the bombing of helicopter gunships did not reach this place. It's right to think that this is already located on the outskirts of the city, and for a second-tier city, it is already a combination of urban and rural areas.

It was spring, and the wheat that had passed the winter had now sprouted green shoots, and the willow trees beside the road had already drawn out thin strips of paper and fluttered gently in the wind. Claude really rarely had the opportunity to observe these beauties like this, and in the past, he used to drive his AE86 through here at a gallop, as for the scenery on both sides, who cares.

This is the outskirts of the city, where Claude's hometown is located, a small cottage built against a hill, of course, not just the family, this is a famous group of villas.

When the developer first advertised it, the land and housing prices here were very low, and it couldn't be sold at all at first, but later they began to do various activities, and even advertised buy one get one free.

The house price is not high, just because of the large area, so a set is not affordable for ordinary people. Whenever Claude looks at this kind of single-family building, he can't help but feel lucky in this life, thinking that in his previous life, his family worked hard for half a lifetime to buy a second-hand house, who can ever hope to have such a good place to live.

In fact, the house that the family bought in the previous life, if it was sold, it would be able to buy such a small villa, who let Claude's father in this life buy it early. Speaking of housing prices, Claude has also been depressed for a long time. Before buying a house, the house price rose one price a day, but after the whole family worked hard to buy, the house price gradually began to fall. Hehe, just like an old lady buying gold, whether it is the previous earth or the current earth, news and vision are always in the hands of a few people.

This small villa complex built on the mountain is close to ten years old, but fortunately, the property is good, and it has been constantly repaired and pruned during the period to make the whole environment a good place, of course, provided that the property fee is high.

Claude sometimes thinks that even if he could afford it in his previous life, he probably wouldn't be able to afford it, and the annual repair fund alone would be enough for people to bear.

Of course, this area is not all rich, some people are also rich people, Claude's family conditions were not particularly good when he was young, and the whole family began to become rich when he was a teenager, and similarly, Claude also began to live a high-flying life.

Every place here has left the figure of Claude's childhood, he used to be a little bully here, and all children of the same age were bullied by him.

There are a total of 100 small villas here, and half of them are actually occupied, and there are not many people who really make this place their home in this half, so the children here can be counted on two hands, and Claude is very familiar with these guys.

Claude walked into the gate of the villa area, where the fence is not very high, that is, it plays a role of isolation, and really wants to block people with ulterior motives, even if it is a barbed wire grid.

The entrance is not big, it was more magnificent ten years ago, but now it is a small two-story building, and the creeper has long regarded this trapezoidal cement frame as his home, and has walked up the path of his predecessors from generation to generation, and since spring, there are gradually a few new leaves dotted on it.

There was also a piece of pitch black in the corner of the wall, which was the trace left by Claude's ignition when he was a child, and looking at the little bits and pieces of it, the memories couldn't stop pouring out. I have never missed the past as much as I do now, with hot water, TV, a hot meal, and a hot spring. Now, well, if playing loss is a game.

When I was a child, my stepmother once said that sooner or later, everyone will have a craft that they are best at. At that time, Claude was the best at playing the role of a gentleman, and he played it very well, and his idea at that time was that the money earned by his father must not be wasted by this later woman, and he must spend it himself.

Now when Claude thinks back to this sentence, he suddenly realizes that he really doesn't seem to have any good craft, if hunting zombies is also a craft.

The doors were tightly closed, and here was Claude's home, oh, one of them. He hadn't been here since he was eighteen years old, and he had mostly lived in the middle of the city, which was too far away.

There is a certain number in the dark, the small building where Claude lived was in the most densely populated place, and the huge room was only lived in by himself and the nanny and aunt he invited. The nanny aunt was inexplicably infected, and then began to attack him who was closest to him, so he was also infected.

Come to think of it, that day seems to be grandpa's sacrifice day, yes, it stands to reason that I should come back at night to burn paper, in the cemetery not far behind the mountain. Maybe he won't be infected if he comes back sooner, looking at this somewhat old house, Claude has an inexplicable closeness.

Pushing open the door, the place that had not been cleaned for a long time was already dusty, and many things here were still the same as they were a few years ago, such as the old TV, such as the old floor, such as the picture frame hanging on the wall, in which Claude's own mother still had a kind smile.

Claude turned Anna into a human form, pulled her to the sofa, and looked at his sister, who was still sluggish, Claude's heart finally welled up with thousands of emotions, and tears flowed out of his red eyes little by little.

"Anna, this is our home, do you remember?" Claude found that he was able to speak continuously, so that he could tell Anna the story of the past, and maybe Anna would be able to retrieve her previous memories.

"Look, this is Daddy." Claude pointed to the pictures on the wall and pulled Anna to look at them one by one, and to make sure Anna could see them, he walked behind Anna and moved Anna's head.

"This is Mom, oh, it's my Mom, this is your own Mom, my stepMom, do you remember?" Claude pointed to another picture and told Anna.

"This is you, you see, this is when you were thirteen, you see how tall you were then."

"This is your first time on stage, playing the piano, do you remember?"

"This is a picture of our family going on a trip, and I got your dress dirty that time, do you remember? Actually, I didn't say it all this time, I did it on purpose at that time. Hehe, and then that guy must have seen through my mind, so he asked me to take off my shirt and put it on for you.

And then all day I was hanging around the spots shirtless, and you were wearing my clothes and taking pictures, and you see, I was being pointed at all the time, and I was trying to find a crack to get into. ”

Claude pointed to each photo to tell Anna a story, either happy or funny, and while talking, Claude gradually recalled the previous bits and pieces.

Although he has not said it, he really loves this family, as well as Anna's biological mother, his stepmother, she is actually really good to himself, and he has never called her mother, and when he made up his mind, the end of the world has come.

The rain outside began to fall again, and the sky gradually darkened, except for the sound of wind and rain, only Claude was left to tell a story that had a story, those stories that they had been.