MM Racing Chapter 270 Poem of Life 15: Prison without Food
Chapter 270 Poem of Life 15: Prison without Food
He Feng was standing next to Fu Shi, and he could easily see Fu Shi's determination.
But that determination seemed a little too much, it was more like a determination to die.
At this moment, He Feng suddenly realized that you can never stop someone who really wants to die.
Fu Shi said that he was about to knock on the door of the end. What else could that person's end be except death?
In the distance, Sheng Nancheng's hoarse crying voice was heard. Fu Shi's eyebrows twitched and he suddenly felt a little regretful.
He coughed lightly and prepared to go take a look: "I didn't mean to make him cry so miserably. If he has a bad heart, he shouldn't cry so miserably."
"Fu Shi." He Feng called him. This smart man recognized by Fu Shi asked directly: "Your death should be very important."
"I just don't like talking to smart people like you." Fu Shi walked quickly towards the crying sound and waved his hand: "I'll go check on the crying baby."
He Feng looked at Fu Shi's back and said nothing more.
If Fu Shi’s death is important, then his death must bring something to the ending.
He Feng didn't quite understand.
He also didn't know what Fu Shi would see in the future.
But he was not worried, he always firmly believed that the path he took would lead to success.
The barrage was filled with wailing, and everyone was saying that it would be better to just use force.
He Feng ignored him. He was not worried about the crybaby. The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. After all, Fu Shi said this just to make the crybaby lose the mood to continue to persuade him.
It seems that he is really annoyed by the crybaby.
He Feng chuckled and began to help Shen Zishu prepare lunch.
Fu Shi walked through the deserted house and saw Sheng Nancheng kneeling in the sun and crying bitterly.
Lu Ming stayed beside Sheng Nancheng, holding him carefully and coaxing him in a gentle voice. The way he treated him like a treasure made Fu Shi think that this guy was not bad.
He walked a few steps closer and sat next to Sheng Nancheng. The midday light shone on his face, making his smile even brighter.
"Why are you crying?" Fu Shi rubbed Sheng Nancheng's head twice: "Tell me about it."
Hearing the familiar voice, Sheng Nancheng subconsciously looked up. He saw Fu Shi's smiling face in the sunlight and couldn't help but reach out and touch it with his fingertips.
Tears kept rolling down his cheeks, and the little crybaby held the smiling face and called out, "Brother Shi..."
"Hey." Fu Shi nodded in response. He reached out and held Sheng Nancheng's hand: "Don't cry, your heart will hurt again soon."
Sheng Nancheng sobbed as he fell into Fu Shi's arms. Most of the words he said could not form complete sentences. The only word that could be heard was "Brother Shi".
"What are you looking at?" Fu Shi glanced at the flustered Lu Ming and said, "Get a wet towel ready and wipe the child's face quickly."
A wet towel was quickly prepared, and Sheng Nancheng, who was immersed in grief and unable to come out, had his chin held and his face wiped several times with the towel.
He was actually very familiar with this action. Every time they cried, his brother would wipe their faces one by one, and then everyone would laugh as he wiped.
However, the memory now felt like a knife cutting into Sheng Nancheng's heart. When he opened his mouth to cry, Fu Shi covered his mouth with his hands.
"Stop howling. People who don't know might think a wolf is coming." Fu Shi laughed. He pinched Sheng Nancheng's face and said, "I just want you to be quiet, not to howl like a wolf."
Sheng Nancheng was sobbing and looked so pitiful.
Fu Shi sighed and said, "Look, isn't your brother Shi standing here quietly? If you cry again, I'll call someone to scold you!"
Sheng Nancheng sobbed and groaned: "My brother, I won't scold me!"
"Who said He Feng?" Fu Shi smiled smugly: "Find someone you wouldn't expect to scold you."
This answer successfully aroused Sheng Nancheng's curiosity, and the little crybaby sobbed less frequently. He looked at Fu Shi with some confusion.
"Forget it." Fu Shi laughed again: "I can't bear to show it to others."
Sheng Nancheng: ...
"Shi! Brother!"
The matter ended with Sheng Nancheng stopping the car. The little crybaby, with red eyes, held the corner of Fu Shi's clothes and followed him back to the entrance of the fortress step by step.
Neither of them mentioned what Fu Shi experienced after being taken away. Sheng Nancheng didn't dare to, and Fu Shi felt it was unnecessary.
After all, he just wanted to divert the little crybaby's attention, not to make him feel guilty or feel that he owed him something.
It was his own choice from the beginning to the end. Even if he died in those hells, he would never blame it on Sheng Nancheng.
This is the path he wants to take, and no one else needs to bear the cost.
[Just now, when Fu Shi was sitting in the sun, at that moment I seemed to be able to see the bright and beautiful boy in the memory of the crying boy.]
[Oh my God, do you want to see what you have done? If you have the guts, open your eyes and see!]
[So can I join the family-annihilation organization? I just ask if I can!]
[Just now, He Ge and Shi Shi had a thorough discussion. Shi Shi will... and the result is very important.]
The audience started discussing the topic in Shengnancheng's live broadcast room. Little Crybaby looked at those words and could no longer say any words of persuasion.
He finally realized that no matter how good his arguments were, or how good the treatment from the family-annihilation organization was, he could not persuade Fu Shi, who was determined to die.
When they said goodbye at Institute No. 499, Fu Shi pushed his hand away without a second thought. He looked at Sheng Nancheng and said seriously that he liked to stick to one path until the end, and asked Sheng Nancheng to stop trying to persuade him.
Sheng Nancheng didn't believe this at first. He thought that anyone would regret something. It was only now that he truly understood what path Fu Shi had chosen.
Even after knowing the truth, Sheng Nancheng became more confused.
How could anyone voluntarily embark on a dead end?
After thinking about it, Sheng Nancheng looked at Fu Shi's back and asked, "Brother Shi, are you very tired?"
Fu Shi's pace did not slow down because of this question. He still strode forward and re-entered He Feng's sight.
"Is this important?" Fu Shi looked completely indifferent. He turned his head and looked at Sheng Nancheng: "Obviously it doesn't seem to be important."
Sheng Nancheng did not answer. The aroma of rabbit meat had already spread, and it was a fascinating smell at first glance. He Feng and Shen Zishu sat side by side on the sofa, watching Fu Shi and Sheng Nancheng struggling to the limit like watching a show.
This sofa looked very familiar. Sheng Nancheng used his smart brain to think about it and immediately remembered that this was the chair in the office of the Mechanical Clan leader! How did it get here?
"You seem surprised." He Feng was a little surprised: "That shouldn't be the case. You know my style of doing things. If I don't take away such a comfortable sofa, would I leave it to that little robot? It's too idealistic."
"So you stole it?" Fu Shile said with a smile: "You are quite skilled at it."
"These are all trivial matters." He Feng waved his hand nonchalantly. He flipped through his backpack and found the gold seized from Wu'an City: "Look at this gold that the boss voluntarily gave me. How is it? Isn't it shining?"
Then he started to search again, including but not limited to little Liming's xiao in Liming Village, various utensils on the circular bus on the circular highway, the shell of the turtle that he had hit with his tail in Institute No. 499, and the useless key given by Old Man Cui in Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital.
In short, he brought out some things in the copy, some of them were unintentional, and some were intentional, such as the four souls of Duan Qiuran, Ding Yan, Sang Gui, and Wei Huai, and the four BOSSes of Xiao Yunzhou.
Anyway, there are so many things in the copy, so what if he takes some? If not, the horror game system will just kill him.
"Let's take a step back. Doesn't Xiaobo know how to make up for these things?" He Feng was filled with grief. "It only lost a little bit, but I gained a lot of happiness. How reasonable! So I decided to bring back a few rabbit nests for those starving ghosts to eat."
Fu Shi: "I really can't refute what you said. Remember to call me when you want to move the rabbit nest. I want to join in the fun."
He Feng made an OK gesture and turned to look at Sheng Nancheng: "So, you've given up now, right?"
“I won’t give up.” Sheng Nancheng shook his head stubbornly: “No matter what the destination is, I will stop him. Even if he dies, he must die behind me.”
Fu Shi was speechless after hearing this. He chuckled and said, "Then you can't die, right?"
Sheng Nancheng didn't even turn his head, feeling guilty and weak: "Yes! So you are not allowed to die!"
At this point Fu Shi really had nothing to say and wasn't prepared to respond. He glanced around and found an empty seat on the sofa, so he walked over and sat down with a familiar look, smiling at He Feng with the look of an old man.
"Light bulb, go away." He Feng pushed Fu Shi: "If you want to sit, go find one yourself. This is the spoils I brought back."
Fu Shi didn't care at all: "Just treat me as if I'm dead, like air, illusory, and unable to emit light. Then I will sway in front of you~sway and sway! Scare you to death."
He Feng: ...
"I can make you really dead, believe it or not."
Finally, three people sat down on the sofa. He Feng sat in the middle, and on his left and right were Fu Shi and Sheng Nancheng. The three of them lay in a neat and tidy pattern on the sofa and sighed that this is life.
It’s nothing, I just suddenly realized that I really can’t cook.
"Thank you, brother." Sheng Nancheng bowed in the direction of Shen Zishu and said, "You can give me such a good place. To express my gratitude, I will tie up my brother and send him to you tonight."
What responded to him was Shen Zishu's raised lips and He Feng's slap.
Even this little crybaby had no self-awareness. He just covered his head and wondered, "I'm doing good things, why are you hitting me?"
He Feng smiled wryly: "Think twice before you act, Bao'er."
It was possible that the phrase "think twice before acting" was too profound, causing Sheng Nancheng to fail to fully understand it. When he opened his mouth to refute it again, He Feng gave him an extremely cruel punishment.
Deprive him of the right to have a third bowl of rice.
Is this a punishment? This is Chunchun trying to kill him!
The aroma of the stir-fried rabbit cubes filled the entire street. How could Sheng Nancheng not eat three bowls of it!
Sheng Nancheng maintained his right to appeal, but a chef named Shen only obeyed He Feng's instructions, smiled at Sheng Nancheng and refused to plead for him.
Sheng Nancheng was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and said, "Where is the spirit of a man! Brother! Just go ahead and attack! What can you do if you attack once?"
He Feng: "If you open your mouth again, I will sentence you to imprisonment without food!"
Sheng Nancheng: ...
Tsk! He's a real man, so what if he admits his mistake?
The feeling of difficulty in achieving success comes and goes quickly.
Knowing Fu Shi’s next plan, Sheng Nancheng’s goal became to stop Fu Shi.
So he quickly let it go and started eating actively, and with He Feng's tacit consent, he ate three bowls before stopping.
Touching his round belly, Shengnan wanted to blame someone else, so he blamed Goff for being a good cook. What people like them who eat should do is to give the most honest feedback.
So what's wrong with eating too much? Eating too much represents his true nature.
[The crybaby looks very proud, but he is clearly so exhausted that he can't move. What is there to be proud of?]
[This is the manliness of the little crybaby, family, I understand again.]
[Shhh - I think the little crybaby is hypnotizing himself. Let's not talk and see what earth-shattering words the little crybaby will say.]
So, in full view of everyone, Sheng Nancheng thought for a moment and then burped very loudly.
He Feng, who was drinking water, couldn't help but spit out all the water in his mouth. He looked at Sheng Nancheng in horror: "What the hell is going on!"
Sheng Nancheng looked smug as he watched He Feng prepare himself for another burp, but before he could burp again, Fu Shi covered his mouth with his hand.
Fu Shi, who raised the crying baby from a baby to a sensible person, looked at Sheng Nancheng with difficulty. He worriedly warned him, "Play less with He Feng in the future."
Sheng Nancheng blinked and signaled to Fu Shi that there was someone behind him.
"Look at what a good kid has become." Fu Shi sighed: "Don't follow He Feng's lead."
Therefore, when the external editor of the family-annihilating organization was persuading the staff, he was forced to experience the iron fist of He Feng's love.
The person involved covered his head all the way from the ground to the underground, and until they said goodbye to each other and went into the tent, he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
How should I put it? It feels light and airy, very strange.
Unit 1, who was watching from the front line, commented: "That's great, why don't you surrender?"
Fu Shi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "They just advised, why did you get involved?"
Unit 1 said seriously, "Because I can feel that Crybaby really doesn't want you to take that path."
Fu Shi did not comment.
But Sheng Nancheng, no matter how unwilling he is, he has to go on.
"I've always said that He Feng is smart, and he is indeed smart." Fu Shi smiled and said, "He can guess a lot, but he can't guess the ending."
"You're so awesome." Unit 1 flattered him hypocritically: "Yeah, compliment me."
Fu Shi has become accustomed to Unit 1's attitude over the years.
He accompanied Unit 1 as it grew from a dull appearance to its current lively state. The man and the unit have become inseparable comrades-in-arms.
The familiar notebook was taken out, and Fu Shi began to write and draw again.
When Unit 1 looked at Fu like this, it deeply felt the regret in human emotions.
It spoke again: "Fu Shi, tell He Feng the truth, you don't have to die."
Fu Shi didn't raise his head. His tone was calm, but he explained a fact that both he and Unit 1 knew: "Can I not die if I don't want to?"