Plane Supermarket

Chapter 184

Just before dawn, the boy got up from the bed and stayed here for nearly two months. He seemed to have gotten used to everything here.

He put on his slippers and went to the bathroom. He would wake up naturally at this point every day. The word sleepy has nothing to do with him. As long as he opens his eyes, he must be awake like a wolf.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, which made him nervous for a moment.

As soon as the adult man came in, the bathroom, which was originally quite large, suddenly became much smaller.

The boy lowered his head and waited quietly until he put a hand on his head and rubbed it gently before he raised his head.

The man with a messy sleeping hair smiled at him through the mirror: "You wash it first, I'll wait for you outside."

This conversation happens every morning, the boy shook his head: "I'm done washing, you can use it."

Ye Zhou looked at the glasses and was amused by himself with the chicken nest head on his head. He pulled his hair: "It's time to cut it."

Before that, he would trim it every month. He was lazy in the past two months. His hair grew fast, but now it is directly below the ears. Ye Zhou stroked the hair from the front of the forehead to the back of the head. This time he looked in the mirror again. , I actually think this hairstyle is a bit handsome.

The boy left the bathroom while Ye Zhou was admiring himself.

He walked to the living room as usual, and at this time, Cao'er also prepared breakfast.

Cao'er's skills are limited, after all, she doesn't have the time to learn like Aunt Li, so all she cooks is simple breakfast.

For example, sandwiches and omelettes, buns, etc., were all wrapped by Gu Li and asked her to steam them in the wok, and they were ready to eat.

"Drink a glass of milk first." Seeing the boy come out, Cao'er put down her work and brought out a glass of fresh milk first.

The fairy said that milk is nutritious, and drinking a cup every day is good for the boy, so Cao'er poured milk for the boy every day without the fairy's instructions.

After the boy obediently drank a glass of milk, he went to help Cao'er take out the things in the kitchen.

After breakfast was brought out, Sarah got up too.

Sarah yawned and went to the bathroom. There were two bathrooms in this house. Ye Zhou and the boy used the one in the master bedroom, and the two girls used the one outside. When she came out, everyone was already sitting at the dining table.

During breakfast, Ye Zhou would look at Zou Ming from time to time.

Sometimes Ye Zhou felt like he had raised a son, and because he first met the adult version of Zou Ming, the feeling was even weirder.

The boy was also used to Ye Zhou's gaze, he knew why Ye Zhou was looking at him.

——Because for a while he was reluctant to eat and always wanted to save the food. It was Ye Zhou who stared at him and told him to finish his portion.

After breakfast, Cao'er went to work, and Sarah went back to catch up on sleep.

Ye Zhou gave Zou Ming a cultural lesson first.

The so-called cultural class, that is, a Chinese class and a math class, nothing else has been taught, and there is no need to learn English.

After all, English is not needed on this plane, and there will be translators for future work on the plane.

The morning class lasted for four hours, and it was exactly eleven o'clock when it ended, and I could have lunch after half an hour of exercise.

Cao'er will eat at the supermarket, and Ye Zhou cooks his own lunch. His cooking skills are not much better than Cao'er's, so he uses semi-finished products. The dishes and seasonings have already been prepared, and Ye Zhou only needs to put them in the pot in order Stir fry and stir well.

Usually, Ye Zhou cooks two dishes and one soup, and makes a boiled blood sausage with chilli for Sarah alone.

I went to take a nap at noon, and Ye Zhou began to teach Zou Ming Sanda and fighting at two o'clock. Zou Ming is still young and hasn't even drawn a bat, so the training intensity is not high, and one hour is enough. Go on the treadmill and run for an hour after the teaching is over.

Zou Ming usually watches TV with Sarah after running, but Zou Ming didn't go today.

"What's the matter?" Ye Zhou took out an unopened blanket from the room, and prepared to cover the two "children" to watch TV. He felt that the air conditioner was a bit low, but the children didn't want to turn it up, so he also We can only force them to cover their quilts, even if they only cover their bellies.

The boy stood in front of Ye Zhou. The sun was shining outside at this time, and there were at least three hours before the sun went down.

"I want to go out and have a look." The boy lowered his head.

Ye Zhou thought for a while: "I'll accompany you."

The boy pursed his lips, and he finally raised his head to look at Ye Zhou's face: "I want to be alone."

This made Ye Zhou frowned: "It's too dangerous outside."

In his own plane, a boy of Zou Ming's age is already old enough to run wild outside. Parents will give the child a certain amount of freedom, but this is not a peaceful plane, and Ye Zhou is worried.

"I'll follow you." Ye Zhou discussed with the boy, "Don't bother you, what do you want to do, whoever you meet, just go and see, I just watch from a distance to ensure your safety."

But the boy still shook his head. It was rare for him to say such a long sentence: "When you didn't come, I was fine."

He probably felt that the words were too blunt and was afraid of hurting Ye Zhou's heart, so he said, "I will protect myself, I know how to do it."

"If I didn't know, I would have died a long time ago." The boy looked into Ye Zhou's eyes.

Ye Zhou: "Then what did I say the day I met you?"

It was almost taken away and turned into "cargo".

Ye Zhou couldn't imagine what would happen to Zou Ming if he didn't show up, or if he showed up late.

No matter how powerful he is when he grows up, he can't even resist an ordinary adult when he was young.

The boy fell silent.

But he still insisted: "I am wearing such clothes now, no one dares to touch me."

Ye Zhou and the boy had a stalemate for more than ten minutes, and finally Ye Zhou compromised.

He sighed: "Wait a minute, I'll go in and get you something."

Since Zou Ming said that the past cannot be changed, it means that the boy can grow up healthily. At least until Zou Ming left, nothing happened to him. Ye Zhou comforted himself, and then went to get the boy the same style as Sarah. pistol, but there is no sticker on the gun.

"Here, find a place to put it away, remember how to use it?" Ye Zhou taught him.

The boy nodded, he took the gun, hesitated for two seconds and then said, "Thank you."

Ye Zhou, who was a little angry at first, was dispelled by this thank you. He didn't rub the boy's hair this time, but patted the boy on the shoulder: "Go, say it again, pay attention to safety, don't hold on if you have something to do, just run if you can." Run, run to the supermarket if you go to the slums, hear?"

Ye Zhou babbled and couldn't help worrying, but the boy had a not-so-obvious smile on his face, but he lowered his head so that Ye Zhou could not see his expression clearly, and whispered, "I heard it."

Watching the boy leave the building with water and snacks, Ye Zhou stood on the balcony worried.

Even if nothing major happens, what if you get beaten up?

Hey.

Ye Zhou rubbed his face, feeling that he was both a father and a mother at the same time.

·

The boy was walking on the road. He hadn’t faced the sun for a long time. In less than 10 minutes, he was so hot that he was sweating profusely, and his skin felt tingling. It happens all the time, so I don't notice it.

But the boy didn't think so, he just thought he had become "weak".

This area was an area he had never set foot in. Even though he was born in this base, he always wandered around the periphery of the base like the slums, and never had the opportunity to set foot in places where the upper classes could settle.

But now he was walking here, and found that this place, which is extravagant in the eyes of the low-level people, is actually just like that.

Most of those high-rise buildings have no more than four floors, and many houses have no glass windows. People walking here can't wear clean and tidy clothes, but their clothes are not torn.

On the way out, someone he didn't know even greeted him.

These people have smiles on their faces.

Obviously he is still him, but with a change of clothes, the people around him become full of kindness.

It seems to have changed another world.

The boy didn't respond. He continued walking outside with six bottles of water and eight sandwiches in his backpack.

He remembered the people who gave him food since he was a child, and there were people who helped him when his "mother" hadn't adopted him.

Although it is only a small piece of potato at most.

But the boy knew in his heart that without that little piece of potato, he might have died long ago.

He doesn't know what it means to repay kindness, he only knows that if others give it to him, he will return it.

As for the man who saved him...

The boy pursed his lips. He didn't know how to repay him. Now everything about him comes from that person, but he owns nothing except his flesh and blood. Everything on him is a gift from that person, even the food he can eat. The full stomach is all because of the other party.

It seems a little ridiculous to mention the return.

"Is that the one?" Someone looked at the boy's leaving back and said with a bit of envy and jealousy, "I don't know what's good about this kid, he eats and drinks well, just look at the clothes he's wearing. new."

The people around him also said: "You said that the supermarket owner is not out of his mind, is he? Why does he like a brat."

"I don't think I'm bad." The speaker turned his head to look at his butt, he even patted it, and said with satisfaction after the pat, "It's still pretty up."

The person next to him rolled his eyes, but he didn't see it.

They have no sense of shame, let alone "men's self-esteem". From their point of view, it is normal to pay the price for being able to eat and live in such a house without working hard, but the price for the butt is already considered very light. light or even negligible.

"His backpack is quite bulging." The man who slapped his butt said meaningfully.

The other person said nothing: "Go if you want, I won't go anyway."

No matter why the boss raised this little boy, he invested so much in it. If he really robbed this little boy, unless he also killed the boy and cleaned up everything, he would definitely be in bad luck.

What those big shots hate the most is when others touch their own things, not to mention stealing them, even if they touch them, they may think it is a challenge to their authority, and then they will be unable to bear it.

"Why is he so lucky?" The man looked at the boy's back and gritted his teeth irresistibly.

The boy didn't know that someone behind him was discussing him, just like what he thought, because of this clothes, no one dared to provoke him even in the slums, even dared to face him.

Walking down the street, he saw a row of cages that were still on the side of the road.

Usually, he would always walk past the cage to see if he could look at the "goods" in the cage.

But today he stopped in front of the cage.

He looked at the man in the cage in front of him.

Regarding this person's appearance, he actually can't remember clearly. He only remembers that this person lived with his father before he was put in a cage. When his father was still alive, they didn't need to sell themselves. They got a small piece of potato and a bottle of water in their hands.

Later the man's father died.

He can't do the work of two people alone, so he can only sell himself.

Later, he was locked in a cage.

The boy walked into the room behind the cage. He opened the bag and took out two bottles of water—the market price.

The man sitting behind the counter didn't recognize the boy, he squinted his eyes, and soon realized from the boy's clothes that he was not the one to offend, the man came out from behind the counter with a warm smile on his face: "You Did you come by yourself? Your lord won't follow?"

The boy didn't speak, but the man said again: "Two bottles of water, you have to go back and ask your family, otherwise your parents will come to trouble me, I can't handle it."

He can take out two bottles of water at will. If such a family wants to deal with him, he will not even have any grievances.

The boy opened his mouth: "I said so."

Man: "Are you sure?"

The boy nodded.

The man breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Okay, which one do you want? I'll give you the key."

The boy asked again: "How much does the tin house cost?"

This is a big patron!The man immediately ignored that he was still a child, and immediately said, "A bottle of water."

The boy took another bottle out of his bag, and now only three of the six bottles of water remained.

The man took the boy back by himself, took out the key and asked the boy to open the cage by himself, but the boy didn't move, he looked up at the man, the man cursed in his heart, and he could only kick the sleeping person next to him: "Get up!" .”

The sleeping man got up, he was as thin as a skeleton, but he was considered "strong" here.

"Get people out." The man ordered, "Take them to 131."

The man who got up lowered his head and said obediently, "Yes."

After giving out both keys, the man smiled at the boy and walked back to the house.

The people in the cage are unconscious, and they will be tortured every night, so they are almost in a coma during the day, even if it is almost dark at this time, he is still in a coma, unless he feels pain, and it is severe pain.

"Don't wake him," the boy said to the man who opened the lock.

The man nodded bluntly. Even though he was so thin, the man still had a lot of strength. He got the man out of the cage and almost carried him to 131.

The boy remembered that there used to be an old man living in 131, and her son was a thug for the big shots in the inner city.

Now her house is vacant, either because she is dead or her son is dead.

Life and death in the slums, coming and going is the norm, no one wants to get to the bottom of it, and neither does the boy.

Entering the iron house, the man threw the "goods" on the "bed" and was about to exit.

But the boy said out loud, "Find him something that can be a bed, and a lock."

After finishing speaking, the boy took out a sandwich from his bag and threw it to the man. The eyes of the man who had been numb turned sharp in an instant. He reached out to catch the sandwich, stuffed it eagerly into his arms, and said while stepping back: "Go right away!"

Although potatoes can now be exchanged for "money", food is still hard currency.

People in the slums are considered rich if they have two potatoes in their hands. How can there be so many extra?

But also because potatoes can be exchanged for money, water, which money cannot buy, has become the only hard currency now.

Water is not cheap!It cannot be bought with "money". People in the slums still dare not use it when they have money. They are afraid that one day water will become more expensive and they will have to exchange more things.

After the initial thrill passed, supermarkets were back to being empty.

The man quickly moved in a "mattress" that was eliminated by the upper class. It was made of hay and seemed to fall apart with a light tap. However, such a mattress is very rare here. The man also brought a lock. And the key, and left after installing the gate.

The boy knelt down on the ground and looked at the "goods" that had been moved to the bed.

He couldn't tell how old this person was. He recalled the scene when he saw this person for the first time. At that time, this person looked very small and short, and he looked at him like he was looking at a robber. After all, boys eat more One bite, and he will eat one less bite.

The boy was just in a daze, until the sun went down, and the eyelids of "Cargo" moved.

Every day at this time, he would be violently awakened. In order not to be beaten, most of the "goods" would wake up by themselves at this time.

"Cargo" raised his head slightly, he had no strength, and it was difficult for him to raise his head.

His unfocused eyes looked at the boy.

The boy unscrewed the water beside him, put the mouth of the bottle close to "Cargo"'s mouth, and put it in the insulated backpack. At this time, the water had a hint of coolness from the refrigerator, and "Cargo"'s sanity had not returned. , but he already opened his mouth wide by instinct, and took a few sips, probably because he felt that the boy was pouring water too slowly, so he struggled to pick up the bottle and pour it into his mouth.

He usually drinks up to two bottles of water a day, but this time he drank the whole bottle in one go.

After being "snatched" by the bottle, the boy squatted aside, looking at the "goods" calmly.

"You, who are you..." the man asked the boy in a hoarse voice. He couldn't help coughing after he said three words, and soon the cough was piercing.

After he calmed down, the boy said, "Your father gave me a piece of potato."

The man obviously couldn't remember. He clutched his chest and gasped and said, "What do you want me to do?"

He didn't believe that the boy was willing to save him and give him a bottle of water just for a piece of potato. The slums couldn't accommodate such people.

Such a person could not grow up to be so big, and would have died long ago.

Sure enough, the boy said, "I want you to take care of yourself."

There was no light source in the tin house, only firelight came in through the gap in the door.

The boy was sitting on the ground, half of his face was illuminated by the faint fire light, half of his face was slightly lit, and the other half of his face was completely hidden in the darkness.

"Kill someone with me."

·

On rare nights when there is no need to pick up guests, the woman puts the table against the door, and she even lights up a small desk lamp inside the house, illuminating her small world. The woman paces back and forth excitedly, looking through the pages over and over again own inventory.

She still enjoyed Yang Yue's blessing - she found a new job.

Helping the supermarket dispose of garbage, she carries the supermarket's garbage to the landfill pit every day.

Occasionally she can still find usable things from the garbage, like the two folding stools in the house now, which she dug out from the garbage and can be used after "washing" with yellow sand.

She doesn't need money for salary, only water, which is a benefit only for employees!Although she is only a temporary worker.

Every day she can get half a bottle of water, from work to now, she has saved two bottles of water.

In the morning, she could get two big meat buns, and she would only eat one, and let the people in the supermarket remember the other for her, and save it too.

Women are no longer jealous of Yang Yue, she is busy every day, but busy very fulfilling.

When you are busy, you can't care about jealousy.

She began to enjoy today's dinner. After carefully pouring two caps of water into the plastic cup, the woman took out a box of self-heating rice, which contained heating packs and water packs. Sometimes women still feel distressed and can't help themselves.

So she only uses half each time and pours the other half into the bottle.

Half a bag is barely enough to heat up the rice.

While waiting for the meal to be ready, the woman took out her own money and counted it slowly.

She now has more than 1000 deposits, and then she put the money back into a plastic bag and buried it in the yellow sand.

The meal was ready soon, the woman devoured the meal, and collapsed on the ground after eating, she looked up at the roof of the tin house, and felt that she was living a better life now, no business, no need Confront those men.

It was the first time in her life that she felt so relaxed.

So dignified.

Just as she was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

The woman immediately became alert, she stood up, and walked over cautiously, but she didn't dare to ask who it was, just waiting for the other party to speak.

"It's me." The boy's voice came.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, she moved the table and opened the door.

Still carrying the bag, the boy walked into the house with his back to the crowd and the firelight outside.

After closing the door again, the woman asked carefully, "What's the matter?"

The boy didn't greet her, and people in the slums don't have the habit of greeting her, so he got straight to the point: "Will Zhao Lei come to you again?"

The woman thought for a few seconds before she remembered who Zhao Lei was. She had too many guests, and many of them only remembered their characteristics, not their names.

But she remembered Zhao Lei, too many women died at Zhao Lei's hands, and they were all afraid of meeting him.

The woman shook her head and said truthfully: "I don't know, he hasn't come to me for a long time."

Every time she came, she had to lie down in the tin house for three days.

The boy didn't seem disappointed either, he took out the last bottle of water from his bag: "I need your help with something."

He and Zhao Lei did not know each other.

But he knew that "mother" died at the hands of Zhao Lei.

He didn't know how a normal mother and child should get along.

But as a "son", at least he should avenge his mother.

The boy looked into the woman's eyes, showing cruelty and coldness that did not match his age, and said, "I want him to die worse than the people he killed."

He couldn't let Ye Zhou follow him.

You can't let Ye Zhou know that he saved a little monster who can kill people.