Li Dahua was quite busy this day, cleaning her clothes and drying her quilts.

I went out for a long time this time, and Li Dahua was glad that she was finally able to sleep in the soft quilt tonight.

In fact, she could not have been so tired.

Find a man and be a housewife at home.

Unfortunately, she has never had the opportunity to live such a life over the years.

The men you meet are always unhappy and are afraid that peanuts will be wronged.

Only women who have done it will know the hardship of a single mother.

It was probably a year ago, and the desire to bloom at that stage was very strong.

She took the man back to the room three times in a month, but after that she could only do nothing because of her daughter's crying.

Dahua's life is miserable, and all this was asked by her.

Li Dahua sat on a wooden chair in the yard, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at the tender grass buds growing on the ground.

In fact, I didn’t think about anything at this time, just felt that it was very comfortable to sit like this.

"Big Flower, give me a cigarette, too."

Fang Andong came to the yard at some point and was limping when he walked.

Li Dahua threw one to him.

“Are you much better?”

"I don't feel pain when walking, but my feet are long and short, and I guess my bones are a bit deformed."

"Don't care too much, just be alive."

"Yes, Dahua, you know I love you. I really want to know. Does this have a chance to become your husband?"

Li Dahua was stunned for a moment and looked up at Fang Andong.

Fang Andong's face was a little bad, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

"I always thought we were just good friends. You are a good person, sunny and enthusiastic, and it was really not easy to keep this in the end, so I am willing to be friends with you."

"Haha, it's just a friend, right?"

"Well, you can only be happier if you are friends with you. If a woman like me is your wife, please believe that neither of us will live a good life. In this world, we cannot control our destiny independently. When you get in the eyes of others, others will always have a way to kill you."

"Okay, I get it."

Fang Andong stood up and left smoking a cigarette.

Li Dahua didn't expect him to leave so fast, and it seemed that he was really sad.

Dahua was thinking, and suddenly another figure came to her side.

Before he could react, he was already lying on the bench and directly placed his head on his big flower legs.

"you"

Dahua was so scared that she was about to scream when she saw her beard with broken clothes and dirty skin.

"What's wrong?"

"I fought with someone and I was tired."

The beard closed his eyes, the big flower lowered his head, and finally saw the face more clearly.

There was still bright red blood on the corner of his mouth. Dahua couldn't help but pick up the towel he carried with him, wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, and then changed the towel to another place to wipe the marks on his face.

This face was covered with scars.

She had seen Yang Mu's skills. Although she didn't know how powerful he was, she knew that he definitely had mysterious and unimaginable strength.

But who is he going to fight with now? He is so injured!

Of course, people in the doomsday are not afraid of being injured, let alone masters like Yang Mu. Dahua is sure that he will recover soon, but she is just curious who injured him.

But Dahua didn't ask, there was no need for her to ask about her well-being in a false way. She was not his.

So Dahua just looked at her beard and her face that had been cleaned up by herself.

Very good skin, very handsome and very young.

It seems that his hair and beard are very annoying. If he shortens his hair a little, don’t Liu Haier and cut off his beard, he should be a fresh person, right?

Too thin, with a pointed chin, should a man's face be more rounded?

I should get something to make him fat.

When you arrive in this kind of place, you can already get meat, including chicken, duck, geese, pork, beef, mutton, human meat.

Of course, Dahua would not buy human flesh on the black market. It is said that it was sold after the dead meat in the doomsday was frozen after being sold. Who knows if there is a zombie virus? I heard that someone had made zombie meat to sell. Although the person who ate it did not turn into a zombie, he was poisoned to death soon after.

Illegal vendors will never care about the lives of consumers. This will remain the case after the end of the world, and food safety will never be solved.

Dahua was thinking about these things randomly, and her hands accidentally touched her beard's skin.

Forehead

Very smooth and elastic.

Why do men's skin do such good?

I still remember that my beard was dirty and smelly when it was just pulled out of the hole.

This is strange. How could a person who has been trapped underground for a long time have such good skin? His life in the underground world has not worn him into a bad old man? He has not taken a bath for a long time, and now his skin has such a healthy color and luster again after only two days of care.

Is this the legendary natural beauty?

It turns out that this word is so reliable when used on men.

Li Dahua looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, and began to recall her memories.

Where did you see a face that looks similar to the beard in front of you?

Is it that Yang Mu? No, their temperaments are different. The Yang Mu gives people the feeling of being thorny and his beard is of a comfortable and quiet type, although he can occasionally drive that car.

Dahua reviewed herself, but for some reason she always remembered Yang Mu.

While reviewing, Dahua's mood also became strange.

Haha, the first man in her life and the only man in her life, when she thinks of it, does she need to add the words "that" in front of it?

"That Yang Mu"

Well, this is actually a bit sad. Some women feed dogs the first time, and the reason they call it this way is because women have hatred in their hearts.

And she gave her first time to a passerby, and she didn't even have the interest to scold him. It was so sad.

"Are you in love?"

Not far away, Peanut frowned and looked at Li Dahua and Beard, and couldn't understand it.

"What nonsense? Have you finished writing the words arranged for you?"

Dahua's tone was not good and her mood became very bad.

Peanut walked slowly, leaning on his mother's legs, looking at the bearded man, then reached out to sneak his beard and giggled.

This is how the child is. He was afraid of Yang Mu's murder before, but now he has forgotten it, and the beard in front of him has become that kind and amiable beard again.

"Little thing, beware of your beard piercing your hand."

Yang Mu closed his eyes and spoke with a smile. Peanut hurriedly took his hand back and hid it behind him.

Dahua felt that her daughter's cleverness would be less than her beard, and she showed more innocence.

Is this kid a little stupid?

Are you familiar with beard?

Why gave up on defense?

It seems that I have to talk to her again and be alert at all times.

"Didn't I ask you? Have you written your homework?"

"I've written it. Today I work very hard. I've already written ten big characters and I've written them several times."

When Yang Mu heard this, he sat up, then crossed his legs in the chair and looked at Dahua.

"What's wrong?"

Dahua was a little confused by Yang Mu.

"No one believes that you are not a biological mother. In the end, I still want to teach my children to learn to write?"

"It has nothing to do with whether it is a real mother or not. I just want to pass on my worldview. Text is very important as a tool for inheritance. No matter who gave birth to this child, in short, I will raise her now, and she will have the obligation to become a person with the same worldview as me in the future."

"Well, that's pretty good."

Yang Mu applauded, and the little peanut also applauded randomly, then tilted his head and frowned:

"Mom, where is my dad? Do I have a dad?"
To be continued...