As a salty fish, Jiang Xi went from a welfare institution to the society. He worked diligently for four years and finally saved enough money to own a small shop of his own in a small county. Unexpectedly, just three days after it opened, the flower baskets at the door were all confiscated, and the zombie virus broke out.
Jiangxi, is this a beating? !
But it was better to live than to die. Jiang Xi lived indifferently in the small shop for three years.
On the day when he ran out of ammunition and food, he picked up his big kitchen knife and wanted to touch the zombies.
I opened the door that had been sealed for a long time. Before I could even take a step forward, another group of people squeezed in.
Jiangxi: This is a lively and crowded feeling on the subway, which I haven't seen for a long time.
He took a closer look and saw that the handsome guy inside looked familiar. Not sure, look again. Gan, isn't this that bitch Jiang Sihao?
Jiangxi: Is this a beating?
The originally peaceful life in Jiangxi was broken by the ups and downs. But I have to say, this group of people knows too many things, right? But here I am just a small shop!
Intention: Courage and hope will be there