After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Chapter 197, It's Brother!

Zhang Yiming closed his eyes, clenched his fingers into a fist, and slammed it hard against the wall beside him.

The wall was covered with dense cracks, and Zhang Yiming's slender and fair fingers were instantly torn apart.

Black blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

After a long time, Zhang Yiming opened his eyes, and the madness in his eyes had dissipated.

His eyes were calm and soft again, and he raised his hand, pointing his fingers at the sun.

Under the sunlight, the white fingers and black blood were clearly black and white.

The black blood flowed down drop by drop, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

On the empty street, it was slightly depressed.

Zhang Yiming's face returned to a gentle and sunny face, but there was a lingering sadness between his brows.

He took off his coat casually, wrapped it around his hands indiscriminately, and blocked the black color he hated.

The tall figure collapsed slightly, and walked forward extremely slowly.

Along the way, the sluggish zombies would tremble a little when Zhang Yiming passed by, or they would run away from them.

Zhang Yiming walked on the side of the road, silent like a child.

Obviously he restrained his momentum, but the zombies on the road still avoided in fear.

"Om—"

There was the sound of a motorcycle ahead.

Zhang Yiming raised his head subconsciously.

I saw a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle at a glance.

It was a cool black motorcycle with a family of three on board.

The middle-aged man had a serious face, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, looking cool.

The charm of the middle-aged woman still exists, even in the end of the world, she is still well-dressed, and the messy wind will not disturb her hair.

On her fingertips, she wears a huge diamond, which is extremely rich.

Sitting in the middle is a child of seven or eight years old.

The child is pure and white,

Wearing neat clothes, holding a lollipop in his hand, with a smile on his face.

The three of them had smiles on their faces in the apocalypse, and the family enjoyed themselves happily.

From time to time, the middle-aged man threw a blazing flame in his hand, burning the zombies screaming at them to slag.

"Mom and Dad, look! It's my brother!"

A childish voice sounded from behind the middle-aged man.

Zhang Yiming held his coat, stood in place, and quietly looked at the harmonious family of three in front of him.

The middle-aged man and the middle-aged woman were stunned for a moment, and looked straight ahead at Zhang Yiming who was standing there.

In those eyes, there was no joy of reunion after a long absence, only unconcealable disgust.

"It's not brother, you read wrong."

The middle-aged man's voice was faint, and he twisted the handle of the motorcycle. The motorcycle hummed softly, and the speed increased.

"It's my brother! Mom and Dad, stop quickly, it's my brother!"

The little boy waved at Zhang Yiming excitedly, and then shook the middle-aged man in front of him, wanting him to stop quickly.

"Hey, don't move around, be careful."

The middle-aged woman saw the little boy moving around, her eyes were full of worry, and she quickly reached out to hug the little boy.

"Brother! Brother!"

The little boy smiled softly and sweetly at Zhang Yiming, his eyes were dark and bright.

My brother is very gentle, treat him the best!

It's just that after his elder brother got seriously ill, he didn't see him again.

Long time no see, he misses big brother!

Zhang Yiming opened his mouth, but he didn't send out a word.

"He is not your brother, your brother is dead."

The middle-aged woman frowned, and stretched out her hand to firmly hold the little boy.

The middle-aged man gave Zhang Yiming a cold look, and the speed of the motorcycle became faster.

Zhang Yiming clearly saw the disgust in his so-called parents' eyes.

Zhang Yiming reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked step by step towards his own place.

The cool motorcycle passed by him.

He heard the immature voices of the little boys, and saw their disgust for him.

In addition to disgust, there is also fear.

The sound of the motorcycle was getting farther and farther away, and the little boy's voice could not be heard.

Zhang Yiming wrapped his coat expressionlessly, and black blood flowed out from his hands, staining the white coat.

But after a while, the white coat turned black.

Zhang Yiming looked down at the coat in his hand, the white coat was stained with black blood, which was particularly obvious.

Zhang Yiming shook his head lightly, untied his coat, and threw it on the ground.

Black blood was still slowly flowing from the slender fingers, and Zhang Yiming walked on the road indifferently.

Looking up at the sky, my thoughts returned to the past.

Before the end of the world, he was considered to have a happy family, with respectful brothers and friends.

He has been loved by his parents since he was a child. He remembers that when he was young, even if it was a small cold, his parents would love him all day.

Dad loves motorcycles, and the family opened a factory specializing in the sale of motorcycles.

The business at home is very good. As the boss, my father is very busy with work.

When he was young, as long as he accidentally got injured or caught a cold, his busy father would deliberately set aside a day to leave his work in the factory and go home to accompany him.

From childhood to adulthood, he considered himself the happiest child.

He has always remembered the care his family gave him.

Later, the younger brother was born.

Mom and Dad seemed to love him less, but that didn't make him jealous.

His younger brother was ten years younger than him, so it was right to let him go.

It's just that, I don't know when, my parents couldn't remember his birthday, and they started to lose their temper with him.

This is all acceptable.

There are no perfect parents in the world, they are already very good to themselves.

However, a few months before the end of the world, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Brain cancer, late stage.

It started with a nosebleed.

He went to the hospital alone for a physical examination, and the diagnosis report pushed him into the abyss.

He thought that if his parents raised him so much, they would definitely not accept that he was terminally ill.

Therefore, Zhang Yiming never said anything, fearing that they would not be able to accept it.

The diagnostic report was finally discovered by them, and they accepted it frankly.

There is no imagined heartbreak, only calm acceptance.

Later, one day, he couldn't wake up.

He thought, that day, he probably died.

Because, when he woke up, he was not in his own room, but in the cold basement of the hospital.

He remembered that it was very cold that day, cold to the bone.

In the basement, it was like an ice cellar, surrounded by beds covered with white sheets and quilts.

The white quilt covered the heads of those people.

In the middle of the night, he ran back home.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, he only felt that his speed was much faster, and when he ran, the surrounding street scene quickly reversed, turning into an afterimage.

He will always remember the frightened eyes of his family members on the day he returned home.

Mom and Dad didn't talk to him that day, they just cooked him a meal, and then Dad went out and made a phone call.

I vaguely heard that it was calling the hospital.

He remembered that the rice he ate at that time was fried rice with eggs, which tasted very bland, but he still ate not a single grain left.

At that time, I only felt that the taste was only half of the usual, but I was already satisfied.

Unexpectedly, since then, his sense of taste has become more and more dull, until he can't taste any food.

After he finished eating fried rice with eggs, his parents and younger brother all moved out overnight without any explanation, only leaving a text message.

Xiao Ming, there is food in the kitchen, if you don’t have enough, order takeaway.

Then, he started living alone.

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