At this time of year, my father would bring her to the "KFC" fast food restaurant.

Yang Lulu didn't know what her father did, so he never told him this. She only knew that her income was not much, but she was very tired. Even on her birthday, she could only buy a small bag of French fries, a cup of Coke, and two pieces of fried chicken.

The actual money is only French fries and coke. Fast food restaurants offer discounts for children celebrating their birthdays. In addition to fried chicken, some worthless toys will be given as gifts, and clerks will come to sing happy birthday songs together.

To older children, these activities have become childish.

But Yang Lulu likes it very much.

She knew very well that this was the limit that her father could achieve.

"Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday—————Happy birthday..."

In the empty fast food restaurant, the sound of a little girl being lonely and lonely sounded.

All team members, including Su Hao and Xinyan, expressed their wish to celebrate her a happy and unforgettable birthday. Yang Lulu politely declined.

It’s not that she doesn’t like to be lively, she just feels that this is her time alone with her father and should not be disturbed by outsiders.

Sing, make wishes, blow candles.

This birthday process, which is not produced in China, has been familiar to many people. However, facing the candles swaying with the flames, Yang Lulu felt very heartbroken and even a little desperate.

"Make a wish...I just want you to live, Dad, and we will be together forever."

Yang Lulu looked at the photo and showed her piety and determination that children of this age did not belong to her: "If there was really God in this world, I would be willing to exchange anything. Dad... I would be good, I would be obedient. I would never make trouble again. I would do my homework well, listen carefully in class, no longer fight with classmates, nor call her a witch or pervert behind the teacher. I admit my mistake to you: Uncle Wang's cat downstairs was the rat poison I fed, and he kept saying you were a poor man. I poked the tires of Aunt Liu's car in the opposite unit, and she always said that a man like you was a waste. And I also let go of the golden-wire bird raised by Grandma Hu, and I also stuffed her keyhole with chewing gum. She told many people that you forced your mother away and was the worst man in the world...

"I don't believe what they said. Everyone except you are lying to me. I know that you have moved bricks on the construction site for several days in order to buy me that sequin skirt. I also know that every time you buy meat and cook, you are reluctant to eat them, so you put them all into my bowl. I had a high fever that you carried me to the hospital, and called a taxi and received injections. After I came back from the hospital, I never saw you wearing a watch again. You are the best dad in the world."

Yang Lulu kept talking to herself. Only she herself understood the meaning of these words. Rather than saying that it was a birthday, it was a serious ceremony that allowed her to communicate silently with her dead father in a quiet fast food restaurant.

"I only have one wish, which is to make you live."

She kept crying, with obvious wet marks on her face.

"Please, don't leave me alone."

"Dad, I miss you very much."

“Woooooo…”

The burning candles became shorter and shorter, and eventually turned into a pool of hot red oil, rolling down from the surface of the cake, seeping into the depths of syrup and honey, and becoming a solidified body that cannot distinguish its original color.

..

Li Li stood on the roof with the billboard "Sanjiu Pharmaceutical" posted, holding a tactical telescope, and staring at the "KFC" fast food restaurant more than 200 meters away with interest.

The gloomy sky was dim, but it did not affect his ability to see the effective red figure in the fast food restaurant through the camera.

Like all soldiers, Li Li wore a camouflage combat uniform and straddled the latest 7.62mm assault rifle. Two anti-infantry grenades were hung on the side of his pocket, and more than a dozen large-caliber gun-fired grenades were embedded on the chain. These weapons and equipment that ordinary people could not obtain from normal channels showed that he was an active-duty soldier.

Li Li is a private.

According to Wu Guoguang's order, he and two other teammates observed the bank building outside.

This kind of action is not surveillance, and Wu Guoguang never doubts Su Hao. In a sense, Su Hao, who has obtained the status of a "D3" researcher, is also a military personnel. All soldiers at the headquarters supervision station have seen Su Hao. Subconsciously, they have regarded Su Hao and his team members as their own people. However, deep in their thinking consciousness, they still retain their curiosity about these survivors.

Last week, when Yang Lulu came back from the field camp, Li Li noticed this nine-year-old girl.

Li Li is twenty-four years old this year. He has no special hobbies such as pedophiles, nor is he a weirdo who likes to trick little girls into seeing goldfish.

He was just surprised that there was such a minor in Su Hao's team.

It can be seen that those survivors like Yang Lulu very much. Her living environment and condition are very good, and she can even be said to be happy.

When the world became chaotic a few years ago, Li Li had a girlfriend. The two were so good that they were as good as each other, but they broke up because of some small matters. Two years later, she and her newlywed husband immigrated to New Zealand. Before leaving, they left a letter to Li Li. There was no guilt or scolding, nor did they entangle or recall the relationship between the two, but only a slightly sad poem.

At the end of the letter, she admitted that she had been pregnant with Li Li's child but was not born. The doctor in charge of the abortion told her that the fetus was a little girl.

It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong.

Anyway, the world is like this.

Li Li put down his telescope and glanced at the blurry red figure in the window of the fast food restaurant, as well as the "Land Rover" off-road vehicle parked on the road outside, with a slightly melancholy smile on the corner of his mouth.

He always wanted to talk to Yang Lulu.

As for the content... maybe it's about the weather, or just say hello.

Or you can discuss life with a profound and serious attitude and talk about your ideals. Then you will talk about the love story between Ultraman and the little monster. Big Big Wolf knocked down the beautiful gossip, and funny Yangyang raped Hongtaro's various gossips.

Li Li always subconsciously associates Yang Lulu with his daughter he had never met before. He prepared a large piece of chocolate and made a pack of "Alpine" lollipops from the supermarket.

Children all love candy, which is a very good gift.

Picking up the assault rifle, Li Li turned around and left from the rooftop and walked along the stairs and out of the building.

Li Li's steps were very light, and his vigilant eyes never let go of the slight movements from around him. He had injected immune potions and first-level enhancement potions. Although he had not taken silver bones, the strengthening effect could only be reflected in the muscles, but in terms of strength and speed, it must be better than that of zombies. As long as he is careful enough and not surrounded by large-scale corpse groups, there is no danger.

He walked towards the fast food restaurant not far away.

When walking through a neighboring street and alley, Li Li suddenly found a short figure standing in the corner of the wall covered by shadows.

It was an eight-nine-year-old boy. He was wearing an overly wide gray top, with his head down and his skin was very dark. He held the sharpened wooden stick in his hand and stared at Li Li vigilantly.

Li Li slowly relaxed his sudden tense muscles, and his expression on his face also eased.

Survivors are scattered everywhere in this city. Especially in recent times, many people who have left before have returned to their original residences, and more and more people go to the Security Command to ask for assistance. It is not surprising that they occasionally encounter them on the streets.

If the other party is an adult, Li Li will not stop and waste time.

However, he always has an indescribable kindness towards the child.

"Hi! What's your name?"

Li Li put the assault rifle behind him, took out a pack of compressed biscuits from the pocket on the side of the backpack, and smiled gently: "Hold it, this is for you."

The hostility and vigilance on the boy's face subsided for most of the time. He hesitated and walked forward a few steps, took the biscuits, and leaned closer to his nostrils and smelled it. The unique fragrance of food dispelled his last doubts. The boy's cold face gradually loosened, revealing the unique innocent smile of a child.

His attention was all focused on the cookies and he didn't seem to hear Li Li's question.

After staring at the boy for a few seconds, Li Li asked seriously: "Have you ever received the injection?"

The boy raised his head, his eyes full of confusion.

Li Li took out a disposable syringe containing needle water from his backpack and shook it in front of the boy: "As long as you have taken this medicine, you will not be afraid of being scratched and bitten by those monsters. It will not be infected or mutated. Well... what do you say? Do you understand what I mean?"

One of the purposes of the military setting up supervision and administration bureaus in various cities is to inject immune agents into survivors to prevent more people from becoming zombies due to scratches. According to Wu Guoguang's order, all soldiers who go out to perform missions, including Li Li, must carry some immune agents with them and inject them into every survivor they encounter.

Facing an eight- or nine-year-old child, Li Li felt it was difficult to use words like "immune". He could only tell and tell the other party that he had no malice, and then slowly grasped the boy's hand, let the other party roll up his sleeves, pierced the needle of the syringe that had taken off the sealed packaging into the skin, and slowly injected the medicine.

Just as he finished all this, stood up, thinking about whether he should take the child to the bank building and hand it over to Su Hao's team, the boy suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Li's clothes.

"I...and my mom."

This sounds a bit weird, but the meaning you want to express is clear enough.

Li Li turned around in surprise, squatted down, held the boy's thin shoulder with both hands, and asked in confusion: "Are you alone?"

The little boy with dark skin nodded vigorously, raised his hand to a residential building next to him, and said in a tender voice: "My mother and I live there."

..

A few minutes later, Li Li led the little boy into a dim room on the third floor.

It is not far from the fast food restaurant, just across the street. Through the gaps between the corners of the curtains, you can see the stained "KFC" sign.

There was a middle-aged woman in her thirties, wearing black clothes and a thick long skirt covering her knees. She seemed a little afraid of the cold. She buttoned her sweater to the collar. Her hair that had not been washed for a long time had become tied into strands. She was very thin and had an ordinary appearance, so she couldn't say she was looking like a beauty.

The boy let go of Li Li's hand, trotted to the woman, and grabbed her clothes tightly.

"Hello!"

Li Li said hello politely and carefully observed the decorations in the room.

The thick curtains blocked the light, it was very dark and dark.

There were wooden furniture split into pieces as firewood in the corner of the wall. There were several bowls stacked together on the dining table, and a bag of "Huai Salt Peanuts" with their open seals were placed next to it. From where Li Li was, you could see the kitchen and bedroom, which were very quiet inside and there were no more residents.

The woman looked at him carefully, and after several seconds, she hesitated and replied: "Hello."

"Your son is very cute."

Li Li made his voice sound as gentle as possible. He took out another immune potion from his backpack and repeated what he said to the boy a few minutes ago: "This is a drug that is immune to zombies, which can prevent you from getting infected, if...."

"I know."

The woman's hands were hanging down to the edge of her legs and said calmly: "I met a man. He told me that I could get injections from the Security Command and get food."

Li Li smiled on his face. He walked a half step forward and corrected the error in the woman's words: "Everyone can get immune agents, but the food cannot do it. You know, there are many survivors in this city, and we can't take care of everyone. We can only try our best to..."

"Can you take us away?"

The cold-looking woman interrupted him again: "Send us to a safer place. Women and children should be taken care of first, is that right?"

Li Li did not continue to say it. He felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"When I was working in the unit, I would have a part of my monthly salary deducted for tax payments."

The woman's voice was calm, cold, without any emotion, and even a bit weird: "We pay taxes, and the money is used to support the country and you. Why not take us away? Where were you when those monsters appeared? We were hungry but we couldn't get food and help. Many people were dead, and there were corpses everywhere outside. Who has ever cared about them? Who has ever cared about us?"

Li Li pursed his lips.

He really didn't know how to answer. The instructor and the officer had never told him the answer, and there were no similar regulations on the combat manual. This was not his fault, and there was no order to take the survivor back to the base. The superior instructed that survivors who were chaotic could be killed on the spot.
To be continued...