Wen Chiri traveled into the apocalypse and returned to his nine-year-old child.
Shrunken down to the body of a child, it would be extremely difficult for him to survive in the apocalypse.
Under such difficult circumstances, while searching for supplies, he met a four-year-old child.
The child was so skinny that there was only a handful of bones left, and he was holding a piece of moldy bread in his thin bamboo pole-like arms. He was hiding in the freezer and looking at him ferociously like a wolf cub.
Wen Chiri was silent, closed the freezer door and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the child suddenly grasped the freezer door from the inside, and handed the half moldy bread tremblingly to him with his other hand, saying: "Here you go."
Wen Chiri was silent again.
Then one day.
Xiao Xie Chunfeng hid in the dark and waited for Wen Chiri, who was looking for supplies, to come back. A friend passing by saw him and joked: "Hey, isn't this Wen Chiri's little son? Why are you hiding here? Aren't you afraid of being eaten by zombies?"
Xiao Chunfeng turned around and glared at the man fiercely, but said nothing.
It happened that Wen Chiri, who came back, heard these words and silently remembered them in his heart.
When it was time to eat, Wen Chiri handed the food to Xiao Chunfeng and said, "How about you call me daddy from now on?"
Xiao Chunfeng was astonished, holding the food tightly in his hands, staring straight at Zhewen Chiri but saying nothing.
Wen Chiri scratched his head and didn't force it.
Until much later.
Wen Chiri was lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His waist was tightly tightened by the person next to him, rubbing his neck affectionately and calling him daddy. Wen Chiri felt that he couldn't live this day.
Intention: No matter how difficult the situation is, as long as you have a will, you can survive.