Plane Supermarket

Chapter 177

In fact, Ye Zhou thought about what Zou Ming would be like when he was a child.

Zou Ming has good facial features. He has deep eyes, dark eyebrows, and a straight nose. At least Shangen is taller than ordinary people, but not as exaggerated as foreigners. His lips look thin, which actually matches his facial features. Just right.

There are youthful handsomeness and adult handsomeness.

In Ye Zhou's imagination, Zou Ming should have been very good-looking when he was a child. He might have a steamed bun face, big eyes, and a small upturned nose. Even if he was dressed as a girl, it shouldn't be out of harmony.

But he never expected that Zou Ming would look like this when he was a child.

Although the eyes are still big - but at a glance, it is obvious that they are from starvation. There is no flesh in the cheeks, and the eyes appear suddenly big.

There is no steamed bun face either, but a thin face with a pointed chin, which does not look handsome and handsome when he grows up, and can even be called a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek.

Humans have almost uniform aesthetics for cubs. They have round faces and big eyes. It would be better if their noses were not flat. They have white and fat arms and legs like lotus roots. When they walk on the road, they can be stared at by a bunch of uncles and aunts. Hug and kiss.

But a child like Zou Ming, with big dark eyes and a small face with a pointed chin, looks uncomfortable and gloomy.

But from the moment Ye Zhou recognized him as Zou Ming, he felt that this kid was very good-looking.

He strode towards Zou Ming's direction.

The people who were standing in front of Ye Zhou stepped aside one after another, and even the man holding Zou Ming let go in a daze.

And the boy on the ground has lost his strength after running away and struggling for a long time. He should have got up and run away, but the potato he got today was too small to replenish his strength, and he had already worked all day. God's alive.

He has never had a good night's sleep. He looks for "fat sheep" at night and has to work to earn water and food during the day.

It's hard to say whether I can sleep four hours a day.

It wasn't until Ye Zhou walked in front of him that the man stood up straight. He was also the lowest-level thug, doing errands for others to make a living. His shame that was so poor that he had almost no sense of shame finally reappeared when Ye Zhou finally emerged. nod.

But he didn't want to show his timidity. After all, he was a thug. If he showed his timidity, he might not be able to do this job in the future.

And he is ugly, no one will buy his butt, so he can only starve to death in the yellow sand outside.

"What are you doing?!" The man yelled sternly, "If you have anything to say to our boss, don't talk to me!"

But Ye Zhou turned a deaf ear to what he said, and just pointed to the boy on the ground and said, "I want him, tell me the number."

The man was taken aback, but he didn't expect that he was here to buy someone.

So he immediately changed his face and put on an ugly flattering smile. He rubbed his hands and said, "This brat is not good-looking! I have better-looking ones, and I haven't sold them yet..."

This is to sell the expensive ones and slaughter the sheep.

Ye Zhou shook his head: "I want him."

The man gritted his teeth, and quoted a price worthy of a good-looking child: "A box of biscuits."

In his opinion, the one he is holding is only worth one piece, not worthy of a box.

After finishing speaking, the man looked at Ye Zhou's face, worried that the other party would bargain. If he bargained, he would have to bite half a box of biscuits to death. In fact, some upper-level people in the base accounted for more than the middle-level people. They are more willing to do business without money .

But the bargaining he expected didn't happen. He just looked at the young and handsome man, who seemed to be shining in the sun, turned his head and nodded to the woman holding the gun behind him. Take things out of your backpack.

The man immediately craned his neck to look.

Ye Zhou took out a box of biscuits. In addition to the biscuits, there is bread and water in the backpack. The bread is the kind with hot dogs inside, as well as sandwiches and hamburgers for casual meals. Only one backpack is full and you can buy a lot here. stuff food.

The man watched the young man throw a box of biscuits towards him, and immediately reached out to catch it, so that it didn't fall to the ground. Even if the biscuits were damp, they would shatter if they fell to the ground at this height.

He was still looking at his backpack after getting the biscuits, but he didn't dare to ask for them again.

After all, the five opponents were all holding guns, ordered and prohibited, and didn't say a word. They were more like soldiers than thugs. It took all his courage to ask for biscuits just now, and now they quietly left with biscuits in their pockets.

Ye Zhou had already walked in front of the boy, and the boy stared at him with his hands on the ground, just staring at Ye Zhou's eyes.

It's like a small animal that has been driven to a desperate situation, knowing that it is powerless to resist, but still wants to attack.

Ye Zhou bent down slowly, and the boy's eyes widened, almost falling out of their sockets.

If he was a cat, the hairs all over his body would have blown up by now.

At this time, the boy's body was covered with yellow sand, and he didn't know what the black stains on his face were.

In fact, the slums are not dirty except for some unknown liquids.The materials are limited, so even the garbage is also very limited. Most of the garbage in the ditch is some used to no longer use, mesh towels, handkerchiefs and clothes, or some dirty toilet paper.

Other things, as long as they can still be used, are rare possessions, and they are not willing to throw them away.

Ye Zhou picked up the boy - he is not very good at holding children, the only child, relatives only have older than him, no younger than him, so the movements are very strange, but the boy is very thin, only a handful of bones, even if Don't hold it, you can pick it up with just one lift.

Ye Zhou thought for a while, pulled the boy into his arms, then patted his shoulder, and said sadly while being happy, "Don't be afraid."

The boy was held in Ye Zhou's arms, and now he was completely stupid, his feigned ferocity faded away, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

As far as he can remember, he has never been hugged like this, and he has never been cherished. After all, his parents are dead, and everyone else has nothing to do with him. His own children can't support them, so how can they lend a helping hand to other people's children? .

As soon as Ye Zhou took two steps, the boy began to struggle continuously. He twisted his body and wanted to jump out of Ye Zhou's arms.

But he didn't have the strength. Even though he thought he was struggling desperately, in Ye Zhou's view, the struggle was powerless and could be suppressed easily.

"Take him back to take a bath first." Ye Zhou pulled the boy's hair, a little strange, "There are no lice or fleas."

It shouldn't be, people haven't been extinct yet, and lice and fleas are even more impossible. In the environment of slums, it's strange that these things don't grow.

The boy stopped moving as soon as Ye Zhou touched him.

He could tell from Ye Zhou's actions that the other party was not malicious.

Judging whether others are malicious or not has become a boy's instinct.

The boy didn't speak, and kept his mouth shut as if he was dumb, probably because he found that he couldn't run away, and he had already broken the jar, so he stopped struggling.

Ye Zhou carried the boy all the way, and the people in the slums kept looking at them.

But no one talked about it, they just watched numbly, like a small stone fell into a pond, and the ripple quickly disappeared.

Ye Zhou heaved a sigh of relief after carrying the boy into the RV.

Chen Shu also got into the same car. She looked at the boy who was put on the chair and tried to look calm, but she couldn't tell that such a chick could be Zou Ming.

When she met Zou Ming, Zou Ming was no worse than before he left.

He seemed to be born with no fear of anything, even if a comet fell in front of him, he didn't seem to raise his eyebrows.

It turned out that he also had such a weak time.

Chen Shu: "Boss, the water is ready, would you help him take a bath?"

Ye Zhou rolled up his sleeves, and he nodded: "He must not be able to clean himself."

Hearing this, the boy finally couldn't help it anymore. His voice has not changed, but because of years of honing, his voice is not as sharp as ordinary children, but as rough as a half-child. He stared at Ye Zhou and asked: " What are you going to use me for?"

Ye Zhou didn't expect Zou Ming's voice to be like this. He turned around, faced Zou Ming, put his hands on his knees, bent down slightly so that his eyes were parallel to Zou Ming, and then said, "You don't need to do anything. , take you to take a shower, change into clean clothes, and you will follow me from now on."

No matter what Ye Zhou did now, the boy was powerless to resist. His body was shaking, but his voice didn't: "I have a genetic disease, and my organs can't be used."

Ye Zhou was taken aback, why didn't he know that Zou Ming had a genetic disease.

But he was only stunned for a few seconds.

"Don't worry." Ye Zhou picked up the boy again, and the bathtub was inside the RV.

Although Zou Ming was still a child, in order to take care of him, Ye Zhou planned to use a curtain to isolate Chen Shu from existence.

Ye Zhou: "Is your internal organs worth a box of biscuits?"

The boy stopped talking.

In his mind, it seemed worthless.

After all, potatoes and sweet potatoes are still produced, but such things as biscuits have long since ceased to be produced, and only the upper class have them.

Like noodles, they can be used as hard currency.

Ye Zhou put the boy on the small bench next to the bathtub: "Undress yourself."

Ye Zhou ignored him and reached out to test the temperature of the water. After the test, he found that the boy hadn't moved. He "threatened" and said, "If you don't take it off yourself, I'll take it off for you."

Just when Ye Zhou thought he had to use "violence" to persuade the boy.

But the boy suddenly said: "I'll be your thug, you can do anything, you can't sleep with me."

Ye Zhou almost choked on his own saliva.

He almost lost his voice: "What did you say?!"

The boy raised his head: "You can't sleep with me, I'm too thin, too small, I'm going to die."

"God..." Ye Zhou held his forehead, he calmed down for a while, and finally said, "Don't worry, I won't touch a finger of yours, and I don't have that perverted habit!"

Ye Zhou couldn't help becoming angry: "You're still so young!"

The boy didn't take it seriously, how many children died at the hands of "adults", those people don't care if the child is young, whether the crying is miserable, he can live until now, all because he knows when to escape, When to be desperate.

He doesn't care about anything, the only thing he has is himself.

Even this self is incomplete and cannot be completely controlled by oneself.