Chapter 213

"This master, we are refugees fleeing from the city. There really isn't anything in the car. If you don't believe me, come and see. If there was, I'd give it to you!"

A tall, sturdy man frowned and explained, his body language extremely rich. He gestured toward the carriage, his words and expression showing extreme anxiety.

"No, no, it's our village's rule: no supplies, no passing. Take another road, or you can pass from the riverbed. According to the rules, we only guard the bridge, not the river channel!"

The person guarding the bridge shook his head, very principled.

"I'm carrying a disabled person with a leg ailment, it's very difficult to walk from the riverbed. Please make an exception, I really don't want to cause trouble!"

The tall man's gaze hardened, and he touched his waist. Before he could pull out his gun, two firelocks from the other side were already pointed at him.

"I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts. Our Xidaying Village dares to collect tolls here, so we aren't afraid of troublemakers!"

The bridge guard's expression was serious, and the firelock in his hand was pointed steadily at the tall man.

"Don't say one or two people, even if there were ten or twenty, we still wouldn't be afraid. I advise you to stay calm!" Another person echoed.

"This damn..."

The tall man looked troubled and looked back at the road he came from, as if very worried about someone chasing him from behind. Just as he was about to open the car door to leave, he suddenly saw a few figures walking from the distance, and two of them made him freeze on the spot.

"You, you are... you..."

The tall man pointed at Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu, who were walking to the opposite side of the roadblock, speechless, his face full of disbelief.

"This person..."

Zhang Su also frowned as he looked at the tall man opposite. He looked familiar, but there were a few more scars on his face, and there was a diagonal scar on the bridge of his nose. His appearance had changed quite a bit, and for a moment, he couldn't remember who it was.

Ma Changshou saw this scene and hurriedly told his men to put away their guns. It was possible that the person opposite was an old acquaintance of Boss Zhang. At this critical moment, it was better to avoid extra trouble. The toll wasn't much, but he shouldn't build a grudge with Zhang Su's group over a small profit...

"Brother Su, he is, he is, holy crap, he's the PE teacher!"

Zheng Xinyu's eyes widened, and she pointed with her baseball bat.

"Duan Wuhu?"

Zhang Su blurted out. In an instant, a large number of memories flooded his mind.

The tall, sturdy figure that suddenly appeared during the fierce battle with zombies at the unit entrance, standing by the window and calling him to take one last look at the house being swallowed by flames, taking out instant noodles to trade with Qin Ya to ease the atmosphere...

Those scenes felt like they were just yesterday, but they were already so far away.

"801!"

The tall man was indeed Duan Wuhu, who used to live in the same unit as Zhang Su. After so much time had passed, he had forgotten Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu's names, but he remembered that this couple opposite lived in 801!

Like Zhang Su, Duan Wuhu's heart was also flooded with scenes.

"You are the two from 801!"

Duan Wuhu pointed at Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu excitedly.

"Quick, quick, make way for this boss!"

Ma Changshou was very sharp. Seeing that Zhang Su and Duan Wuhu knew each other, he immediately told people to move the roadblock.

"Wait!"

However, Zhang Su waved his hand, stopping the villagers, and looked at Duan Wuhu with a complex expression: "Your surname is Duan, right? PE teacher at the Seventh Middle School!"

"Yeah, that's me, little brother. Sorry, I forgot your name..."

Duan Wuhu shook his hands, looking slightly embarrassed.

Two months later, meeting again, Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu's appearance hadn't changed much, just a bit weathered from not being able to tidy up, and their skin was a bit rougher. But Duan Wuhu looked like he had changed completely.

This made Zhang Su sigh, and he also had doubts about Duan Wuhu's experience, so he didn't let anyone move the roadblock immediately.

"Teacher Duan, how many people do you have? Where are you coming from?"

Zhang Su asked cautiously.

Duan Wuhu didn't care about Zhang Su's caution. After struggling in the apocalypse for so long, he had seen through many things. He said: "Brother, there are only two of us. Sigh... a lot of things happened. I can tell you slowly. Can you let me pass first? Find a place, and we'll talk slowly!"

"I can hand over all our weapons to you, I guarantee it won't cause you any harm."

As he spoke, Duan Wuhu pulled a pistol from his waist. To dispel the other party's concerns, he grabbed the muzzle and threw it directly to the other side of the roadblock.

Zhang Su reached out and caught it, his gaze still locked on Duan Wuhu. There was too much deceit; who knew if it was possible to pull out another gun while throwing the first one.

Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su, and her suspicion was also getting heavier. She stuck her baseball bat into her backpack and was aiming at Duan Wuhu with her rifle...

"Brother, this beauty... I only have one gun, I have nothing else. Holy crap, you guys have rifles, that's awesome!"

Duan Wuhu shook his hands and patted himself all over, indicating that he really wasn't hiding anything.

*Click. *

A soft sound. Zhang Su removed the pistol magazine, which had bullets in it. He pushed the magazine back in and said: "Type 64, this is a police pistol. Where did you get it? Did Qin Ya find it for you?"

"Qin Ya..."

As if this name had some kind of magic, Duan Wuhu fell into thought, murmuring: "No, not Officer Qin..."

After finishing, Duan Wuhu seemed to fall into memories, lowering his head and not speaking again.

"Boss Zhang, look..."

Seeing the scene fall into silence, Ma Changshou pointed at the roadblock in front of him. The meaning was: should we move it?

Zhang Su saw Duan Wuhu's dejected appearance and nodded: "Move it!"

"Thanks, thanks brother. What was your surname again? And this beauty holding the gun..."

Duan Wuhu saw them move the roadblock bit by bit to let them pass the bridge, and his dejected mood subsided.

"Zhang, Zhang Su. You say it yourself..."

Zhang Su pushed Zheng Xinyu with his elbow.

"My name is Zheng Xinyu, 'Yu' as in 'Yu' of 'Yu' (a female name). Uncle, if you want to build a relationship, at least remember people's names!"

Zheng Xinyu put away her aiming stance, but the rifle was still held in front of her chest, looking very tough to mess with.

"Right, right, right, Brother Zhang, Beauty Zheng, I remember now, I remember everything... Sigh, these days, don't even mention it."

Thinking back to the scenes at Shengqin Garden, and then looking back at the days of the recent period, Duan Wuhu couldn't help but redden his eyes.

Seeing an acquaintance who wasn't exactly a close friend, Zhang Su also felt moved. When the roadblock opened a path, he said: "My car is parked at the entrance of the village ahead, an RV. Drive your car over, and let's talk!"

"Eh, alright!"

Duan Wuhu was very straightforward. After getting in the car, he hurriedly stepped on the gas and slowly drove across the bridge.

When the car passed by Zhang Su and his group, through the pitch-black car tint, he saw another person in the back seat. When he looked at that person, that person was also looking at him. Due to the car tint, it was hard to tell what they looked like.

"Wait!"

Zhang Su called out to Duan Wuhu, who was continuing to drive forward.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhang."

Duan Wuhu responded in surprise.

"Is that person in the car your brother?"

Zhang Su didn't remember Duan Wuhu very well, but he clearly remembered Duan Sihai, who drove a train from the underground parking lot to lure monsters.

If it hadn't been for Duan Sihai, Zhang Su and his group would have left Shengqin Garden two days earlier and wouldn't have run into the milkman Wang Guangjun.

"No..."

Duan Wuhu's mood was very low. He shook his head: "Not Sihai, it's a friend. Later, Brother Zhang, I'll tell you in detail later!"

Zhang Su saw Duan Wuhu give him a subtle look, guessing that it was because there were too many ears around. So he nodded and pointed forward, signaling him to continue walking.

He wasn't afraid that the other party would step on the gas and run away, because he saw some clues in the other party's eyes.

After the car drove a distance, Ma Changshou walked to Zhang Su's side: "Boss Zhang is really widely connected, friends all over the world, haha."

"Blaming me for delaying your business?"

Zhang Su teased as he walked forward.

"How could that be! I, Old Ma, am not that petty."

"Believe you!" Zhang Su nodded with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Early on, Zhao Dezhu and Guo Dachao had made preparations for vigilance when they saw a car approaching, and when Zhang Su approached, they asked with their eyes.

"Zhuzi, Dachao, you go with Village Head Ma to get the stuff. Remember to pick two decent three-wheeled motorcycles, don't take the broken ones!"

"Oh, alright!"

"Understood!"

The two glanced at the tall man who got off the van, didn't say anything more, and followed Ma Changshou toward the village with their guns. The boss had the boss's things to do, and they had their own work to busy themselves with.

"Teacher Duan, isn't that friend in your car coming down?"

Zhang Su knocked on the car window.

"Weijun, say hello. Brother Zhang is an old friend, we used to live in the same unit in the same residential area!"

Duan Wuhu poked his head into the car and greeted.

*Creak, creak*, the somewhat distorted and deformed car glass was pulled open, revealing a scholarly man's face. His long hair was greasy and already draped to his shoulders. He wore a pair of glasses, but the left temple was broken and tied with a few turns of tape.

Even so, one could see his scholarly appearance, maintaining a quiet temperament.

"Mr. Zhang, hello, my name is Fu Weijun. My legs are inconvenient, so I won't get out of the car. Please forgive me."

Zhang Su saw Fu Weijun shake his legs, swinging them very naturally without any force. Clearly, he was suffering from lower limb paralysis.

"Hello, Mr. Fu. Then you get some rest, I'll go to the car with Teacher Duan to chat for a while."

"Please do."

Fu Weijun nodded with a smile.

(End of chapter)