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The moment his eyes emitted a blue light, he became powerful all over, completely out of control, no longer under his own control. He quickly turned into a mad dog, biting anyone in sight.
The people on this bus seem to be in a tough situation. Despite their struggles, it seems futile, a situation of complete defeat.
Don't forget, there's Huang's son here, for some reason people call him 'Mao Dou'. It's just that his round, shining eyes are as round as a pea, but much bigger than a pea.
Mao Dou is small in size. When people are crowded and fighting with each other, he lies on the ground, sneaks out of the car, and hides under the car. He dares not come out; he is extremely afraid!
I said, if you just let me go, maybe none of this would have happened. But you didn't believe me, poor souls.
See, how terrible everything is in front of you!
I can't help but give myself a thumbs up: Zhang Xiaobei you are really amazing, you are outstanding.
Everyone is being destroyed, everyone has become a crazy person infected with a virus, becoming non-human, becoming a devil. Only I am fine, I can actually walk among them, these maniacs can't see me. Yes, in front of me, it's as if something is covering their eyes, they are completely oblivious.
You just watch as all of this happens around you, happening right before your eyes...
It's cruel, very cruel, just like how cruel you all are to me...
I saw Mao Dou, and I want to save him. He is Huang's only son. Although Huang doesn't quite believe what I say now, I still want to save his son.
The person connected to my body will be fine. I saved him, and the two of us are the only survivors. Everyone else will perish. It's happening here, there, and all over the world.
All of this makes me see the hope of living, I want to live well!
I opened my eyes, it turned out to be a dream. The dream was so real that I didn't want to return to reality.
I am a wandering person, and a life of displacement is my norm. I don't know where I was born, as far back as I can remember, I have been stranded on a deserted island. I know I am of Han ethnicity, but I have not lived on the land of my own country.
Yes, I am a refugee. My parents fled to this place and gave birth to me, but I don't know who they are, and I have never met them. I only know that I have relied on my grandmother for survival, and she raised me.
"I only remember the life of begging and wandering in Mongolia. 'Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei, help our family with chores today, and we'll treat you and your grandma to dinner tonight!' Yes, if I don't work for others, my grandma and I won't have food to eat. I have to go out and beg so that we can survive and not die of hunger.
In turbulent times, being able to survive is the greatest happiness."
My mother-in-law said that when she brought me back, I was only two or three years old. My little face was waxen yellow, and apart from my eyes being like a clear spring, there was no clean place on my body. I was covered in dirt, as if I had been mixed with the soil when thrown on the ground. If I hadn't been able to make baby sounds, no one would have recognized that I was a living person. It's very likely that I could have been trampled to death in this chaotic world.
I guess I'm lucky to have survived.
Grandma said that when she brought me back, there was a note in my clothes. It said: "The child's surname is Zhang. I have fled all the way north to escape here, and I am no longer able to continue living. The child is lucky. I beg for a kind-hearted person to adopt him."
I was picked up by Grandma. I have asked Grandma countless times about my parents' situation, and she told me she didn't know either. I know they are no longer in this world. Grandma gave me a name, "Zhang Xiaobei."
The people here all call her "Ma Pozi" because her name contains the character "Ma," and also because her face is covered with pockmarks. Those who don't know her must be frightened by her appearance and think she is an executioner. But she's not. She's a very kind person. At least she's been very kind to me.
The two of us depend on each other to get by.
When my mother-in-law is feeling well, she does handicrafts. She is very skilled and can sew clothes. As long as you give her a piece of fabric, she can make you a piece of clothing. She relies on sewing and mending for others to earn some money, setting up a stall outside all day. This is how she supported me for several years. When I grew up, I also wanted to find work to make her less tired.
I don't know how to do anything, so I wander around and visit people's homes to see if there's any work I can help with. In any case, people still have a bit of conscience and won't let me work for nothing. Every time, they give me two people's worth of food, and I eat half and bring the other half back to my mother-in-law.
Sometimes people just ignore me. When they see me coming towards their house from afar, they shout at me from a distance, "Go away, go away! Our sheep don't eat grass today, you're here to beg for food again! Go to someone else's house, go away, go away!"
When my bad luck strikes, it's as if the whole town has conspired against me. Everyone gives me dirty looks, and I end up with nothing to do for the day, unable to even get a meal.
I went to the market, where there were many vendors doing small businesses, selling some food and small goods. I didn't dare to cut in line at their stalls, so I chose to go to the last position at the east end or the last position at the west end. I held a stick in my hand, knelt on the ground with both knees, placed a small bowl in front of me, and started begging.
During that time, there were many people begging because they couldn't afford to eat. I didn't feel it was too embarrassing. I thought to myself, I have to survive first before there's hope...
My mother-in-law's health deteriorated later on, and the responsibility of taking care of her daily life fell on me. If I hadn't acted recklessly and irresponsibly, I wouldn't have left her after the incident. I would have stayed with her and taken care of her until the end of her life.
It's sad, it's despicable, it's hateful!
After I left, I never saw my mother-in-law again. I don't know when she left this world, eventually turning into a handful of dust. And I, surprisingly, am fine, living well.
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