Chapter 106: Brothers, farewell!

  The sun and moon alternate, when the sunset falls on the mountain top, the bright moonlight is sprinkled on the earth, but now in this doomsday, people have no mood to raise their heads to look at that beautiful moon, they are all struggling for survival.

  Wu Xiaotian stood at the agreed intersection, waiting for the arrival of the dump truck. He stood still, bathed in moonlight, like a sculpture. The three people in the private car, Xia Ming and his parents, all stared at Wu Xiaotian. This was their first night outdoors since the apocalypse, and although they knew Wu Xiaotian would protect them, they couldn't shake off a sense of unease.

  "Dad, what kind of person do you think Tian Ge will become?"

  In the summer, he couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere in the car and asked his father Xia Ming. His words successfully broke the silence in the car. Xia Ming stroked his chin and said: "Looking at his age, he should have just graduated from university, but looking at his temperament and behavior, he seems like a martial artist!"

  "Uncle, is he also a martial artist like you?"

  "No, I am not a warrior yet, because I don't have the heart of a warrior!"

  Xia Ming's answer left the two children puzzled. They knew Xia Ming was a person who had practiced martial arts for many years, and yet he didn't even consider himself a warrior. So what did it take to be considered a warrior?

  "This summer Ming first asked: 'Dad, what kind of person can be considered a martial artist?'"

  Stroking the heads of the two children, Xiaoming slowly said: "Martial artists are not all people who practice martial arts can be called martial artists. If they don't have benevolence, bravery, justice, kindness, cleverness, morality and humility, at most, they can only be considered a person skilled in martial arts, but cannot be called a martial artist. And those without morals who practice martial arts are at most just thugs."

  "Why can't you be called a martial artist, Uncle?"

  "Time is hastening the aging process, and days are passing like shuttles. I'm no longer the person I used to be, with the vigor of my youth now gone. All I want is to see you all grow up well and become a great warrior like him in the future."

  Listening to Xia Ming's words, Xia Tian said seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely become a warrior in the future."

  "Hehe, I will definitely see you become a warrior!"

  Xiao Xiao looked at the father and son with envy, for she had long lost her parents. Her parents had sacrificed themselves to protect her, using their own bodies to block the zombies as they told her to leave. Now, she was an orphan without a mother or father.

  At this time, they all heard a loud rumbling sound at the same time. Just as they were about to remind Wu Xiaotian, they found that Wu Xiaotian's figure had already disappeared. Because the source of the rumbling sound was none other than Zhao Xinyu's dump truck, which Wu Xiaotian had been listening to every day and was extremely familiar with.

  Zhao Xinyu, who was driving the dump truck, also saw Wu Xiaotian from a distance, but he didn't see the person following behind Wu Xiaotian. When he saw an extra car appear behind Wu Xiaotian, he thought Wang Bing and the others were in the car. Although he had some small conflicts with Wang Bing before, they were still brothers, and as brothers, they could just laugh it off. Who would care about those small conflicts in the end of the world? As long as you knew the other person was still alive, that was a happy thing. But...

  Zhao Xinyu was the first to jump off the dump truck, because he really wanted to see his brothers. But when he ran in front of Wu Xiaotian, he saw that Wu Xiaotian's face didn't have any expression at all. What's going on?

  No, they won't come to any harm, just like Du ZiTeng, they must still be living well.

  "Xiao Tian, Wang Bing and Xiao Hai, are they on that car?"

  Wu Xiaotian didn't say a word, but instead took out the letter from his pocket and handed it to him. Zhao Xinyu didn't say anything either, he directly ran under the headlight of the dump truck, pulled out the letter and started reading. When he saw the sentence "If there's really an afterlife, I still hope to meet you again", he clenched the letter tightly in his hand and slowly walked back to Wu Xiaotian.

  "This isn't true, is it?"

  Looking at Zhao Xinyu's tears, Wu Xiaotian was also very sad, but he couldn't deceive him, so he could only shake his head.

  At this time, the people on the dump truck had already arrived beside Wu Xiaotian and his group. They looked at Zhao Xinyu in grief, while Li Xinqiao tightly hugged his back from behind, hoping to share his sorrow. Now it's not necessary to say that everyone can imagine what happened, and Liu Ting and Duan Yue finally knew why they both felt sad at the same time. It was Wu Xiaotian's feeling in his heart, because they had all been saved by Wu Xiaotian with his blood before, so they could feel Wu Xiaotian's sorrow in their hearts.

  "That's the survivor I rescued this time, can you help me explain our current situation?"

  After finishing speaking, Wu Xiaotian slowly walked towards the dump truck alone. Duan Yue saw Wu Xiaotian's stumbling footsteps and was about to make eye contact with Liu Ting, but found that Liu Ting was already supporting him by his side. Wu Xiaotian now feels very tired, so tired that he can hardly lift his feet. This is not physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion. He is actually not as strong as others think. He is also human, a person who laughs and cries, not a hero or a savior, just someone who wants to reunite with his family and laugh together with friends.

  Since the apocalypse broke out, Wu Xiaotian had not truly rested. He was always busy and on the move, even after falling into a coma he couldn't stop. Only dreams could bring him some comfort, but when he woke up, he still had to face this damned apocalypse. He had been holding on, for the people he loved and cherished, but today's continuous blows finally made him unable to hold on.

  Wu Xiaotian now only wants to get drunk, because he wants to escape for a while, even if it's just for one night, but only in this way can he throw away all the troubles, pressures and sorrows in his heart, although when he wakes up, he still has to face them, but Wu Xiaotian doesn't want to care about that now, he just wants to get drunk, really drunk.

  With Liu Ting's support, Wu Xiaotian walked to the side of the dump truck and said to her: "Ting, can you help me find a few bottles of wine?"

  Liu Ting didn't say a word, she just nodded at Wu Xiaotian and then her figure disappeared directly. At this time, Zhao Xinyu said something to Li Xinjiao and walked to Wu Xiaotian's side. He also wanted to get drunk thoroughly and forget those things that had been weighing on his mind, which were no lighter than Wu Xiaotian's.

  "Xiao Tian, is there wine?"

  "Here, have some wine!"

  Liu Ting took out some famous wines from before the end of the world, which were all found by Wu Xiao Tian when he was searching for supplies. Now they finally had a chance to play their role. After both of them received the wine bottles from Liu Ting's hands, they didn't drink directly, but instead poured the wine onto the ground together. Then they said in unison: "Brother, rest in peace!"