Chapter 112 Bitter Problems

A lantern, a bottle of red wine, and two wine glasses make the cold biochemical apocalyptic atmosphere on the roof of the residents' buildings romantic and strange. Two beautiful women accompanied a man holding a child, which made the atmosphere a little more embarrassing.

"Here, swallow, take it!"

Teng Qing is not at all, and she is not worried at all. Half a glass of amber was poured into the wine glass in his hand, which was as beautiful as a dream under the light. The crystal wine glass is matched with white and slender fingers, which is already a beautiful picture.

"Do you want to know?"

After receiving the wine glass handed over by Teng Qing, Yang Yanzi raised her face and asked Guo Zhenbei.

At this moment, she is just right with the environment. The black coat and white and tender face, coupled with a cold expression, make people feel cold without the wind.

Looking at the black eyes staring at himself without blinking, under the light of the energy-saving lamp, Guo Zhenbei couldn't ask. There seemed to be some kind of sad fog floating in his eyes, and that fog somehow made Guo Zhenbei's heart bursts of sour.

For this small group of survivors, Yang Yanzi has done enough. Even all weapons, protective equipment and even energy and everything else are completely designed by her. Although on the surface, Guo Zhenbei has the final say, in fact, without Yang Yanzi's "indoctrination" and without her efforts behind her, Guo Zhenbei should be nothing.

The problem that bothers Guo Zhenbei is that as the leader of this survivor team, he must know Yang Yanzi's real identity. He was worried about whether Yang Yanzi's mysterious identity would bring any unpredictable danger to everyone.

He sighed bitterly and did not directly answer Yang Yanzi's question.

"Do you want to tell me or not!"

This weak inquiry made Teng Qing, who was holding red wine beside her, not very satisfied. The reason why she came to this building to accompany Guo Zhenbei to blow the cold wind. She thought that Guo Zhenbei came to make it clear to Yang Yanzi for her affairs.

I didn't know it was here, and there was another problem with Yang Yanzi's identity.

To her surprise, Yang Yanzi didn't avoid her at all about this problem. What does this mean?

Regarding Yang Yanzi's identity, it also reminded Teng Qing of another thing, that is, the problem that Guo Zhenbei and Yang Yanzi have been communicating during the day today. And only when she was sensitive to hearing, she found that the radio was the problem of those "murmurs".

These things are not complicated, but when feelings and identity are entangled, things become quite complicated.

Teng Qing took a sip of red wine and remembered what her mother Zhuoli had told her.

"Don't care too much. In this era, many of the inherent rules of the past will change. But in this world, there are also some fixed rules. For example, the rule we need now is unity. For desperate unity, without such a premise, I'm afraid that we can all survive this difficulty!"

When drinking a sip of red wine, Teng Qing squeaked her lips and said something that she didn't notice.

"Well, you two, you didn't find it. It's snowing!"

With her voice, all three of them looked up at the sky. The wind on the roof became stronger at this time, which was the result of a gloomy day. The first snow after the corpse was falling with the wind.

At first, it was just some cold and hard snow particles, hitting people's coats with the wind, making a "srustling" sound. Fortunately, with the down jacket with a waterproof surface obtained from the supermarket, you won't feel any cold. Guo Zhenbei carefully covered his cloak for Xiao A Liang, who was already asleep in his arms.

Gradually, in the wine and silence, the snowflakes became bigger, and the wind seemed to be slowed down by the snowflakes it carried. Snowflakes fly around the lights like elves in the air. At this moment, it becomes more beautiful in the hearts of people who have become emotional because of some faint sadness.

"What is the feeling?"

Yang Yanzi, who drank some wine, broke the silence and suddenly asked such a ** question. After drinking another glass of Teng Qing, he was pouring another glass of wine for himself. The wine she brought is not ordinary wine.

Since the small supermarket at the door corresponds to the rich and high-ranking official communities, most of the wine in it is precious wine. Just like the wine they drink, it's a bottle of authentic human-headed horse XO. What is enviable is that there is no fake in this supermarket.

The alcohol content of up to 40% makes Teng Qing's face extremely red. I don't know if it's because of the cold, XO, or because Guo Zhenbei is on the side.

"What is emotion? I dare say that this question is too deep for Zhenbei. But it's too shallow for us. If you want me to say, feelings are like wine in our hands. Only those who have drunk it can understand what it tastes like earlier!"

Looking at the strange expressions of the two women, Guo Zhenbei didn't know what disease he had. He grabbed the bottle and blew it up. The first time he drank such a strong wine, Guo Zhenbei almost couldn't help spitting it out.

He squeezed his lips, forced his throat to receive cold and strong stimulation, and swallowed the liquor. After panting for breath, Guo Zhenbei laughed at all the two women in one sentence.

"I guess it's not as good as our white wine!"

"It's promising!"

Teng Qing, who covered her mouth and smiled like a lady, obviously disdained Guo Zhenbei's knowledge of wine. As for Yang Yanzi, she probably drank for the first time, but she answered the most important question of the night with a smile.

"I'm not a human!"

This sentence immediately stunned Teng Qing and Guo Zhenbei, who had just relaxed because of the lively atmosphere.

"Swallow, why do you talk like this? What's the matter with us..."

Guo Zhenbei vaguely felt that Yang Yanzi seemed to say something important that was closely related to their fate. He just didn't understand what Yang Yanzi had done to make her blame herself so much.

However, Yang Yanzi's next words made Guo Zhenbei and Teng Qing completely silent.

"I'm not a human, I'm just a computer program, or artificial intelligence!"

In the face of the heaviest and most important question tonight, I got such a shocking answer. It's hard to believe that Teng Qing was killed. Her red lips moved twice. Her beautiful eyes looked at the wine bottle from time to time. There is still a small half left in it, and I drink more. How can Yang Yanzi get drunk?

"This... This is impossible... Swallow, are you drunk? What are you kidding!"

What Teng Qing didn't expect most was that Guo Zhenbei also said a drunken word at this time.

"No, I believe in Swallow. I will believe her words at any time, no matter what!"

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