Under the afterglow of the evening, Zhang Zhe and the apocalyptic poet were on the pasture in the backyard together, picking up the excrement of the livestock in the pasture with the dung fork in their hands.
The apocalyptic poet's name is Qi Pengyuan. He is a thin and strange young man who is only twenty-three years old, but insists on keeping a goatee on his chin. He is pessimistic and depressed all day long.
After this morning's contact, Zhang Zheye gradually became familiar with this apocalyptic poet, Qi Pengyuan.
After contact, Zhang Zhe learned that Qi Pengyuan is actually a cheerful, thoughtful and knowledgeable young man. But the most important thing is that this guy is a talkative guy with a strong desire for self-expression.
And the reason why this thoughtful and knowledgeable poet of the last days: Qi Pengyuan was assigned to this inn by the former Q City base is also quite magical.
The apocalyptic singer who came out of Q City base with him was because he slept with the wife and daughter of the base commander. But this guy was just because he wrote a few poems describing the filth and cruelty of the apocalypse.
In the words of the great apocalyptic poet: Qi Pengyuan:
"The chief of City Q is restricting our thoughts and is afraid that we will understand the cruelty and truth of this apocalypse. He drove me here just because he was worried that my poems would cause panic in the base."
"But he was wrong. Even if he drove me out of Q City, even if I died in this dark inn, my poems will always illuminate the path of those who are struggling to survive in this apocalypse.
Sung by those seeking survival."
"Qi Pengyuan, the poet of the last days, will eventually fall, but the poems I left behind will accompany mankind forever!"
Looking at the fiery clouds on the horizon, Qi Pengyuan put down the dung fork in his hand. After falling into a brief thought, his expression showed a little desolation. He looked at the man next to him who was picking up a pile of horse dung with a dung fork and was about to throw it aside to the trolley.
Zhang Zhe said in a pessimistic tone.
"Brother Zhe, I suddenly felt something. Please help me record it."
After saying that, Qi Pengyuan, who was holding a dung fork in his hand, raised his hand and gently stroked the goatee on his chin, chanting with sadness on his face.
"The setting sun is like blood, illuminating the numerous bones on the ground. Crows are singing on the branches, and the undead legions are roaring on the road. Human beings abandoned by the gods are hiding in the base and shivering. The timid and cowardly human beings have long been
I gave up my resistance, but I didn’t forget the fun of fighting among the same kind. Ah! This..."
The inspired Qi Pengyuan had just finished reciting his poem halfway when Zhang Yuxuan's childish voice came from not far away.
"Uncle Qi, you are a talented person. But you are too gloomy and pessimistic. If you want to survive in this apocalyptic world, you should be more sunny!"
"In addition, according to my research, a poet like you who expresses pessimistic emotions can be considered a high-risk profession in the pre-apocalyptic world. Because too much negative and pessimistic emotions are squeezed out, the suicide rate is extremely high!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Yuxuan, who was holding the doll in her arms, trotted up to the two of them, looked at Qi Pengyuan with her big eyes, and said with an extremely serious smile.
"Uncle Qi, let me remind you one more thing."
"Many poets, their poetry works were not noticed during their lifetime, but they became famous after their death!"
After hearing his daughter say these words to Qi Pengyuan on the side, Zhang Zhe fell into a state of speechlessness.
Oh my god! Who does this kid follow?
Why are you so unable to speak? Even if what you said is obviously the truth, you can't say it in front of your Uncle Qi, right?
After being speechless for a while, Zhang Zhe hurriedly smiled apologetically to Qi Pengyuan, who was standing aside and looking at Zhang Yuxuan with a smile.
"Brother, children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled."
"My little girl has been spoiled by me. Don't mind. Don't..."
Before Zhang Zhe could finish speaking, Qi Pengyuan, who was looking at Zhang Yuxuan with a smile, changed his expression and said with a smile to Zhang Yuxuan who was looking at him.
"Well, Yuxuan, what you said makes sense."
"So you, Uncle Qi, and I have decided to write more poems in our limited lives to leave more spiritual food for those who are surviving in this apocalyptic world!"
After hearing Qi Pengyuan's words, Zhang Yuxuan looked at Qi Pengyuan, raised a clenched fist in her hand, and said with an excited expression.
"Uncle Qi, your ideals and ambitions are really lofty!"
"I am so lucky to be your first reader on this site. Come on, I will always support you!"
Zhang Zhe, who heard his daughter's words from the side, fell into confusion again.
Damn it! So this little girl is Qi Pengyuan’s fan girl?
I'll go! If I had known that this was an exchange between poets and fans, what the hell was I worried about just now?
Oh, it seems that I have done enough of this!
At this time, Zhang Yuxuan turned her little head to the side, looked at the confused Zhang Zhe for a long time, frowned, and spoke with a little sympathy in her eyes.
"Dad, mom asked me to inform you."
"She won't be home to cook tonight. She will be making bone soup for Uncle Dong in the front yard. Let you stay at home and make do with making some food for you!"
After saying this, the little girl had a wry smile on her face and said to Zhang Zhe with some embarrassment.
"Dad, I know that apart from making barbecue, you don't know how to cook at all."
"So... I won't have dinner with you tonight. I'll go eat with mom, and you can enjoy yourself!"
After saying this, Zhang Yuxuan, who was unwilling to stay another second, turned around and ran in the direction she came from.
Looking at his daughter's running back, a wry smile appeared on Zhang Zhe's face.
Oh, did you decide so quickly to take care of that Dong Bin and distance yourself from me?
Alas! It seems that I have to try to learn some necessary skills to take care of myself and my daughter in the future.
As his daughter Zhang Yuxuan left, Zhang Zhe and Qi Pengyuan beside him also fell into silence for a while.
Zhang Zhe could see that Qi Pengyuan beside him seemed to have something to say to himself. But Qi Pengyuan frowned for a long time and did not say what he was holding back in his heart.
In the evening, Zhang Zhe returned home and immediately fell into trouble when he looked at the cold pots and stoves at home.
My daughter is right. Apart from grilling meat, she really doesn't know how to cook.
Today's lunch was just a waste of time at Momo's place. So how should I deal with this dinner? I can't just find someone to have a meal with, right?
Oh, actually, that’s not a bad idea, right?
Xiao Fu, that girl, should be coming back from riding horses in the front yard with Momo soon. It would be a good idea to wait at home for a while. After the girl comes back, it would be good to run to her house next door to have a meal.
Well, this idea is very good and very nice!
Just as Zhang Zhe, who had made up his mind, was getting ready and was sitting at home quietly waiting for the return of Xiao Fu next door, there was a sound of brisk footsteps in the corridor outside the room.
Not long after, footsteps came outside the door.
Then, a big man with a bag of things in his hand walked in from the door.
The big man who entered the room was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Zhe sitting alone on a chair in the corner of the room, quietly smoking a cigarette in his hand. Then with a smile, he said to Zhang Zhe
Asked.
"Brother, you haven't had dinner yet, right?"
"If you haven't eaten yet, bro, how about I drink something with you?"
Before Zhang Zhe in the corner could answer, the tall man put the bag in his hand on the dining table made of two desks. He took out several cans of meat from the bag and sat across from him in the corner.
Zhang Zhe said with a smile.
"Brother, what did you say to that grandson Liu yesterday?"
"The grandson actually asked me to take these things and come to you for a drink. Why do you really want me to find out from you what your purpose is here?"
After saying this, the big man took out two one-pound bottles of liquor from his bag and said with a smile to Zhang Zhe, who was still sitting in the corner.
"Brother, come here?"
"Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will always be on your side, brother!"
"Brother, don't say anything, don't care about anything. Just get out of anything. Today, brother, I'm going to take advantage of you, and we two brothers will drink it to our heart's content. How about it, brother?
"
Looking at the big man standing in front of the dining table with a bottle of liquor in his hand, Zhang Zhe knew that this old man must know something!
His arrival tonight will never be as simple as he said.
Forget it, who cares?
Let’s have a good drink tonight!
After getting up from the corner, Zhang Zhe, with a smile on his face, walked towards the dining table, and the big man who had just unscrewed the wine bottle said with a smile.
"You won't come home until you get drunk tonight?"
After casually handing an opened bottle of liquor to Zhang Zhe who was approaching, the big man looked at Zhang Zhe with a smile on his face and grinned.
"You won't come home until you're drunk, drink to your heart's content!"
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