Chapter 55

Qing Yun's face blossomed into a smile, and then he grabbed the dizzy pigeon on the ground and headed towards the station.

Lu Changfeng stood behind him, completely frozen, and slowly turned his head to look at Qing Yun's back. Qing Yun's series of abnormal behavior finally connected in his mind.

The water ball will come out if he wants to, the fireball will appear if he wants to, and his clothes that somehow became clean, and the bird that fell down when he said so. Could it be that this kid's ability is to make things happen with his mind?

Thinking of this, Lu Changfeng's breathing ragged up, looking at Qing Yun with a gaze full of wonder and faint greed. If it is really this ability, then he...

Qing Yun ignored Lu Changfeng and only happily held the pigeon in his arms as he walked towards the car. He passed through the busy crowd outside, and the "cooing" of the pigeon in his arms drew people's attention.

This is a pigeon that has not been mutated?

At once, several beams of greedy eyes locked on Qing Yun. These people followed the team forward, and their daily food was distributed collectively. Each person could only have one meal. So after seeing the pigeon in Qing Yun's hand, they could not suppress the saliva secreted in their mouths.

"Kid, where did you get that pigeon in your hand?" Finally, someone couldn't resist asking him.

Qing Yun glanced at the man and then walked around him as if he hadn't heard. He remembered that this man had been mean to him yesterday.

"Hey, don't go. Did you not hear what I asked you?" He went up to grab Qing Yun, but thought of Sheng Feng's order yesterday and withdrew his hand. Besides, Qing Yun only threw a fireball yesterday, and it was still very intimidating to them. No one in the whole group dared to shout at him like they did before.

Another other person came over and looked at Qing Yun and said, "He's stupid. He can't even understand when you say this."

This person walked over to Qing Yun, reached out, and took out a shiny ball. He smiled and said in a coaxing tone, "Look at this ball, is it beautiful? Will you give me something you have for it?"

The shining colorful sphere immediately caught Qing Yun's eyes. He stared at it for a while, but after looking at the crying pigeon in his arms, he still shook his head.

As soon as they saw that this method could be useful, the people who were standing around instantly swarmed up and took out all kinds of strange things that were not useful in the last days to exchange with Qing Yun for the pigeon in his hands.

Qing Yun is very smart, and when he saw this situation, he treasured the pigeon in his arms even more. He walked forward silently and learned to bargain when he came across a toy that really caught his eye. He asked the man, "Can I trade water for this?"

As soon as Sheng Feng returned, he saw the scene of a group of people surrounding the child and immediately frowned.

In fact, Qing Yun is very tall and slim. Before the end of the world came, he must have been very attractive to young girls. But now, with the pure childish expression on his face and his clear eyes, Sheng Feng's heart felt inexplicably soft.

He walked over and heard the chatter around him. He looked at the pigeon Qing Yun was holding in his arms and the things in the hands of the people surrounding him. Sheng Feng instantly understood what Qing Yun had encountered.

He could not help but sigh secretly. Even though these people realized the benefits that Qing Yun's water ability brought them and no longer spoke unscrupulously and viciously, they still treated Qing Yun as a fool. That's why they can bravely take these useless things in exchange for the precious food in his hands.

"What are you all doing around here?" Sheng Feng spoke coldly. His low and unpleasant voice instantly silenced the people surrounding Qing Yun.

"If you want food, go find it yourself. What kind of skill is it to coax something out of a child!"

The vaguely protective words shocked the ears of this group of people. They saw Sheng Feng coming and had no face to exchange things with Qing Yun anymore, so they dispersed.

Sheng Feng came closer and looked at the pigeon fluttering its wings in Qing Yun's arms. He shook his head and smiled: "You are lucky."

As he said this, he raised his hand and pinched off the pigeon's neck, and patted Qing Yun's head with the other hand: "Clean up after yourself, roast it and eat it."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sheng Feng felt something was wrong. He watched Qing Yun stare down at the pigeon with its neck crooked and motionless in his arms, and then his eyes grew increasingly red. Finally, bean-sized teardrops shook in his eyes and rolled out.

Now, surprisingly, he is the one who made the person cry.

"What did you do to it?" Qing Yun burst into tears and just looked up at Sheng Feng. Although he did not understand death, he felt sensitive to the passage of life, so he cried even more fiercely.

Sheng Feng was dumbfounded and scrambled to reach out with calloused fingers to wipe the tears on the child's face. He couldn't get the point of Qing Yun crying for no apparent reason. But to make a five-year-old child cry, this self-awareness still made Sheng Feng sweat with embarrassment.

He wiped the tears, rubbing the child's white cheeks red while explaining in a flustered manner.

"Aren't you worried about this pigeon flying away?"

"If it's dead, it won't fly away!"

"Don't you want to eat it? Hey, don't cry, pigeon meat is delicious..."

Sheng Feng, who plucked and washed the pigeon, put them on the fire and sizzled them, and even sprinkled them with seasoning, was still a little confused. He did not understand how things could develop like this and how he would coax the child like a nanny.

Next to him, Qing Yun looked at the fire and sniffed again. Sheng Feng's hand shook, and his mouth naturally spat out the coaxing words: "It will be ready soon, and when you eat it, you will know that I did not lie to you, eh?"

The fragrance of grease mixed with seasoning's spicy aroma drilled into Qing Yun's nose, and he felt his stomach involuntarily growl twice. But looking at the fire on the face of the pigeon, Qing Yun still had red eyes, his voice was also still with a sob: "I do not want to eat, I want to see it fly..."

At that, Sheng Feng looked at the sky and rolled his eyes. A huge sense of powerlessness enveloped his whole body. He felt that he could punch a bear to death, but listening to the young man's soft voice around him, he could not get angry at all.

It has been half a year since the end of the world. The water is polluted, the land is contaminated, plants and animals are mutated, and humans can only live on the food produced before the end of the world. In this environment, just like Sheng Feng could not think that someone can be sad because of the dirt, he also could not believe that Qing Yun caught a pigeon and did not want to eat it but just wanted to play?

Damn, who taught this kid? This person is going to starve to death before being eaten by zombies.

Thinking of this, Sheng Feng looked at Qing Yun's pure and flawless eyes and slowly cooled down. Seeing the pigeon on the fire has been roasted, Sheng Feng put the stick in his hand to cool and handed it to Qing Yun.

With a commanding tone, he said, "Eat."

Qing Yun did not take it. The aroma of meat was extremely tempting to him, who had not eaten anything today, but Qing Yun still did not want to eat. To stop his stupid arms, he even put his hands behind his back while looking away.

However, Sheng Feng did not allow his attitude, and he directly tore off the meat and handed it to the other's mouth: "Open your mouth and eat."

Qing Yun's eyes began to flood with tears again. He thought this person was so annoying, did not understand what he said, and even made his pigeon into food just like that.

"I don't want to eat it..." Qing Yun explained seriously towards Sheng Feng.

But the man's attitude did not budge in the slightest, and he even stuffed the meat into his mouth when he opened it to speak. Finally, Qing Yun could not bear the hunger and subconsciously chewed what was in his mouth, but the tears flowed down again.

Sheng Feng was not moved; he knew Qing Yun could not hold it, because the boy had not eaten anything since last night, except for a small can of food.

"Remember, in the future, non-dangerous animals like pigeons are your food. When you catch them, kill and eat them immediately. Otherwise, others will grab them from you." Sheng Feng used cold and hard words to teach Qing Yun the laws of this post-apocalyptic world.

Qing Yun tears flowed more fiercely, and the pair of clear eyes dipped in tears, flashed with confusion.

The hand kept feeding the meat into Qing Yun's mouth. Sheng Feng looked at Qing Yun's eyes and suddenly understood the trace of fear in his heart. Why did he feel fear when he saw the child's clear eyes?

Because he knows that in this morally degraded post-apocalyptic world, this purest light will slowly fade away. Perhaps one day, when Sheng Feng sees Qing Yun again, he would see a pair of eyes full of wildness and predation.

Sheng Feng was afraid that he did not have the ability to protect the clarity in these eyes.

Hot tears fell on Sheng Feng's fingers, and his hand retracted. The strange feeling that was strongly suppressed in the bottom of his heart was like a fire that was passionately surging, making Sheng Feng's heart uncomfortable.

Looking at the teardrops in his hand, Sheng Feng suddenly couldn't reach out. He quietly gazed at Qing Yun's eyes, which was like a spring, gurgling out clear tears.

He seemed to shed not only his own tears but also the struggle in the hearts of all humans when the end times came.

"Okay! Don't cry." Sheng Feng finally could not resist, reaching out to embrace the crying child in front of him into his arms. His oil-stained hands patted Qing Yun's back as he awkwardly comforted the person, "Okay, don't cry, don't cry, don't eat if you don't want to..."

Sheng Feng felt the child in his arms gently pushing him with a cat-like force. He was sobbing and choking, unable to say a complete sentence.

"Ok, it's okay, it's my fault."

"If you want to raise another, I'll catch one for you someday, okay?" Sheng Feng seemed to exhaust all the tenderness he could imagine, comforting the child in his arms. He thought that even though these eyes would be tinted with other colors later, he did not want to have them painted by him personally.

"You...your hands…dirty!" Qing Yun still remembered the oil on his hands at this moment, and finally huffed the words out.

Hearing his words, Sheng Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud. He withdrew his body to look at the tear-filled child in his arms and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his soft cheeks: "Crying like this, aren't you dirtier than me?"

Seeing that Qing Yun's face was red with anger because of his words, Sheng Feng hurriedly took the person into his arms again and soothed him.

He did not notice that Qing Yun, who was sobbing with his chin on his shoulder, suddenly stopped crying. His eyes changed from confusion and frustration to an extreme calmness. Still, this calmness was abruptly broken to reveal a touch of undisguised anger.

However, this flash of emotion only lasted less than a second before it abruptly disappeared and reverted to the previous grievance.

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