Chapter 197

Zhang Yiming closed his eyes, clenched his fingers and hit the wall.

The wall was covered with numerous cracks, and Zhang Yiming's slender white fingers were split in an instant.

Black blood flowed out and fell on the ground drop by drop.

For a long time, Zhang Yiming opened his eyes and the madness in his eyes had dissipated.

His eyes were calm and soft again. He raised his hand and pointed to the sun.

Under the sun, white fingers and black blood were black and white.

Black blood trickled down, but he didn't feel any pain.

On the open street, it is slightly depressed.

Zhang Yiming's face was warm and sunny again, but there was an indelible sadness between his eyebrows.

He took off his coat and wrapped his hands carelessly to block the black he hated.

The tall figure collapsed slightly and walked very slowly towards the front.

Along the way, the dull zombies will become a little shivering when Zhang Yiming passes by, or they will avoid from afar.

Zhang Yiming walked on the side of the road, silent like a child.

Obviously, he restrained his momentum, and the zombies on the road still avoided in fear.

"Buzz --"

The sound of a motorcycle came from the front.

Zhang Yiming subconsciously looked up.

At a glance, I saw a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle.

It was a cool black motorcycle with a family of three.

The middle-aged man has a cold face and wears a pair of black sunglasses. He looks cool.

The middle-aged woman is still charming. Even at the end of the world, she is still dressed appropriately. The messy wind will not disturb her hair.

Her fingertips, wearing a huge diamond, are extremely rich.

Sitting in the middle was a child of seven or eight years old.

The child is white and clean, wearing neat clothes, holding a lollipop in his hand and smiling on his face.

Three people in the end of the world, also with a smile on their faces, a family, happy.

From time to time, the middle-aged man threw a hot flame in his hand and burned the zombies roaring at them to slag.

"Mom and Dad, look! It's my brother!"

The young voice sounded from behind the middle-aged man.

Holding his coat, Zhang Yiming stood in place and quietly looked at the three members of a harmonious family in front of him.

The middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman were stunned and looked straight at Zhang Yiming standing in place in front of them.

In those eyes, there was no joy of reunion after a long separation, only disgust that could not be hidden.

"It's not my brother. You're wrong."

The middle-aged man's voice was faint. He twisted the handle of the motorcycle. The motorcycle gave a buzzing sound, and the speed was faster.

"It's my brother! Mom and Dad, stop, it's my brother!"

The little boy waved to Zhang Yiming excitedly, and then shook the middle-aged man in front to make him stop quickly.

"Good, don't move, be careful."

When the middle-aged woman saw the little boy moving, her eyes were full of worry. She quickly reached out and hugged the little boy.

"Brother! Brother!"

The little boy smiled sweetly at Zhang Yiming. His eyes were black and bright.

My brother is very gentle and best to him!

However, he hasn't seen his brother since he was seriously ill.

Long time no see, he missed his brother!

Zhang Yiming opened his mouth, but not a byte was sent.

"He's not your brother. Your brother is dead."

The middle-aged woman frowned and stretched out her hand to hold the little boy.

The middle-aged man took a cold look at Zhang Yiming. The speed of the motorcycle was faster.

Zhang Yiming clearly saw his so-called disgust in his parents' eyes.

Zhang Yiming reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and moved forward towards his own place step by step.

A cool motorcycle passed him.

He heard the young boy's voice and saw their disgust for themselves.

In addition to disgust, there is fear.

The sound of the motorcycle was getting farther and farther away, and the little boy's voice could not be heard.

Zhang Yiming wrapped his coat expressionless. Black blood flowed out of his hand and infected the white coat.

But after a while, the white coat turned black.

Zhang Yiming looked down at his coat. The white coat was infected by black blood, which was particularly obvious.

Zhang Yiming shook his head gently, untied his coat and threw it on the ground.

Black blood was still flowing slowly on his slender fingers. Zhang Yiming walked on the road without paying any attention.

Looking up at the sky, my thoughts returned to the past.

Before the end of the world, he had a happy family and respectful brothers and sisters.

He was loved by his parents since he was a child. He remembers that when he was a child, even a small cold would hurt his parents all day.

Dad loves motorcycles. His family opened a factory to sell motorcycles.

The business at home is very good. As the boss, dad is very busy.

When he was young, as long as he was accidentally injured or caught a cold, his busy father would deliberately spare a day, put down his work in the factory and go home to accompany him.

From small to large, he thought he was the happiest child.

He always kept in mind the care given to him by his family.

Later, my brother was born.

His parents seemed to love him less, but it didn't make him jealous.

His younger brother is a teenager. It's right to let him go.

Just, I don't know when, my parents began to lose their temper with him because they couldn't remember his birthday.

This is acceptable.

There are no perfect parents in the world. They are already very good to themselves.

However, a few months before the end of the world, he found a terminal disease.

Brain cancer, advanced.

It started with a nosebleed.

He went to the hospital alone for a physical examination, and the diagnostic report pushed him into the abyss.

He thought that his parents raised him so much that he couldn't accept that he had a terminal illness.

Therefore, Zhang Yiming never said it, for fear that they could not accept it.

The diagnosis report was finally found by them, and they accepted it calmly.

There is no imagined heartbreak, only calm acceptance.

Later, one day, he couldn't wake up.

He thought, that day, he probably died.

Because when he woke up, he was not in his room, but in the cold basement of the hospital.

He remembered that it was very cold that day.

The basement is like an ice cellar, surrounded by beds with white sheets and white quilts.

The white quilt fell over the heads of those people.

He ran home in the middle of the night.

The journey was surprisingly smooth. He just felt that he was much faster. When he ran, the surrounding street scene quickly regressed and became a remnant.

He will always remember the frightened eyes of his family on the day he came home.

Mom and dad didn't talk to him that day. They just cooked him a meal. Then Dad went out and made a phone call.

Vaguely heard that he was calling the hospital.

He remembered that the rice he ate at that time was fried rice with eggs. The taste was very weak, but he still ate none.

At that time, I only felt that the taste was only half of normal, but I was already satisfied.

Unexpectedly, after that, his taste became more and more dull until he couldn't taste any food.

After he finished eating fried rice, his father, mother and brother all moved out overnight without any explanation, leaving only a text message.

Xiao Ming, there's food in the kitchen. If it's not enough, order takeout.

Then he began to live alone.