In the apocalypse, Jiao Jiao struggled every day - chapter 79

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Ni Yang squatted down and opened the bottom of the cabinet freehand, exposing the pit below.

It was suspicious.

It could be seen clearly.

This was a small pit that was manually broken open the wooden floor and then dug with bare hands.

The moon was faint and there was a flower hidden in the pit.

It was a dry little white flower.

Ni Yang took it out and put it in front of her. Her expression appeared confused.

A small white flower that had been dried for a long time was placed in a hole dug under the wardrobe.

Could it be the boring pranks of the children of the former host in this room?

While Ni Yang was in doubt, Lu Shiming came over, reached for the little white flower in Ni Yang’s hand, squeezed it and then turned his head, looking at Su Ruan.

The little girl stood under the moon and the little white flower was in front of Lu Shiming’s eyes.

The petals overlap, obscuring Su Ruan’s half face.

The little girl’s eyes were as pure as water, clear and beautiful, even cleaner than this little white flower.

Lu Shiming gently squeezed the corner of his lips and the hand holding the small white flower fell slightly.

The small white flower at the fingertips had dried up, no longer soft and greasy, but it could still be seen how pure and flawless it was when it first bloomed.

He could still smell its fragrance.

The sweet and rotten scent flooded in the room and wouldn’t leave for a long time.

“Su Ruan!” The man shouted her name.

Su Ruan crooked her small head and looked dumbfounded.

The man’s eyes sank sharply, his fingertips flicked and the little white flower was crushed into pieces by him.

Su Ruan didn’t know why but when she looked at the little white flower which was fluttering in the wind, she felt that she saw her ashes swinging in the wind.

And she clearly knew that the man seemed angry.

“Sleep.”

Lu Shiming pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then turned over directly.

When Ni Yang saw this, she didn’t stay any longer. She only told Su Ruan not to mess around and then left.

Su Ruan stood barefoot on the wooden floor alone, looked down at the poor little white flower, thought about it, put its corpse back in the closet, paved it carefully and ran back to Lu Shiming. She said in a small voice, “Why were you sleeping in the closet?”

The man closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep. He didn’t answer Su Ruan’s question.

Su Ruan pouted, covered herself with the blanket and was about to drill into the large furnace (Lu Shiming) when she suddenly discovered that her large furnace had become a large ice cellar.

Brother, how are you so cold!

Su Ruan bit the soft quilt and fell asleep tremblingly.

She didn’t know when the snow fluttered outside the window.

The whole world fell silent.

The man who had been lying suddenly opened his eyes.

He squinted, looking at Su Ruan lying beside him.

Lu Shiming reached out his hand and the pale jade fingertips fell on Su Ruan’s forehead.

The little girl who was curled up and fell asleep, suddenly frowned.

In her sleep, she clenched her quilt nervously.

This was a dream.

Su Ruan seemed to hear someone crying.

She opened her eyes in confusion and sat up from the bed.

On the empty bed, Lu Shiming wasn’t there.

She looked around nervously and glanced under the bed. He wasn’t there.

Then she came to the window.

The cicadas were crying outside the window, the frogs were giggling.

A beautiful full moon hung on the branches and the shadow of the tree loomed.

Su Ruan wondered why there were cicadas and frogs, wasn’t it winer?

Well, there was still a floral fragrance if she smelled it carefully.

But there was still no Lu Shiming.

An intermittent cat crying got clearer in the quiet room.

Su Ruan subconsciously tilted her head and looked towards the cry.

That was a wardrobe.

Simple and huge.

Su Ruan lifted off the quilt, walked out of bed and stepped barefoot on the floor.

The old wooden floor made a “squeak” sound. It was like a vintage sewing machine.

The cry from the closet was thin and weak, like a poor kitten.

Su Ruan tremblingly walked over to see the hole in the closet and immediately covered her fingers.

‘Hey! Hasn’t this wardrobe been cut by Lu Shiming?’

Su Ruan tilted her head for a long time, then reached out and pushed open the closet door.

A little boy was squatting in the closet wearing a thin summer shirt, revealing a bruised body.

Suddenly there was a man’s screams outside the door and a violent crackling of the wine bottle.

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