Ren Xiaosu left after dinner, and Yang Xiaojin followed him. She did not reminisce with Yang Anjing.
However, during the dinner, Yang Xiaojin did not say a word. She did not refute Yang Anjing, nor did she refute Ren Xiaosu. She was like an emotionless eating machine …
When they returned to their respective courtyards, Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked through the wall, "I went a little overboard with my words last night. Are you unhappy that I talked back to your aunt like that?"
Ren Xiaosu heard the other party say, "No, because I always quarrel with her. Actually, our relationship has always been more like that of sisters. She is only six years older than me. You can say that she is the daughter of my grandfather when he was sixty-one years old."
"Then your grandfather is quite impressive …" Ren Xiaosu said.
The other side of the wall suddenly fell silent for a moment, but Yang Xiaojin was not too affected by Ren Xiaosu. She continued, "There is only one thing I want to explain to you tonight. Actually, she is a humane person, at least in my eyes."
Ren Xiaosu did not speak anymore. He sensed that Yang Xiaojin seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory. She continued to say, "At that time, there was no kinship in the Yang Clan. After my father and mother got into an accident, no one cared about me. Yang Yu 'an adopted me only to make it easier for him to take over the resources that my father had when he was alive, such as his old subordinates and power. It was Yang Anjing who drove me to and from school every day. After school, she would buy me food, sing nursery rhymes with me, watch fairy tales, and jump rope with me. My first sniper rifle was also given to me by her. "
At this moment, the corner of Ren Xiaosu's mouth twitched slightly. The tone of this sentence had changed too quickly. In the beginning, she was still jumping rope with him, and suddenly, there was a sniper rifle …
The scene before and after didn't seem to match!
However, Ren Xiaosu did not interrupt. He recalled the level of Yang Xiaojin's skills in singing nursery rhymes and jumping rope. It seemed that Yang Anjing had indeed spent a lot of time with Yang Xiaojin.
Yang Xiaojin continued, "It was also at that time that she saw the Yang Clan's attitude towards me and gradually began to lose hope in the entire Yang Clan. I remember the first time I pulled the trigger of a sniper rifle, she told me, "Xiaojin, this era is starting to change." I don't know why she's so obsessed with eliminating nuclear weapons, nor do I know when she became the leader of the Anjing House and the leader of the Saboteurs. She started getting busier and busier, but I always get a gift from her on my birthday. Only she still remembers my birthday. "
Ren Xiaosu immediately felt ashamed. "When is your birthday again?"
"April 18th of the Gregorian calendar," Yang Xiaojin answered. If it were any other girl, they would have gotten angry by now. However, she did not get angry. It was as though she had simply stated something. Then she asked, "What about you?"
"I …" Ren Xiaosu whispered, "I don't know my birthday."
Yang Xiaojin was clearly stunned. She was a little surprised. How could there be someone in this world who did not know their birthday?
However, she heard Ren Xiaosu say with a smile, "But someone tattooed the number 3.16 on the inside of my arm. Let's just assume I was born on March 16th."
"Who tattooed it?" Yang Xiaojin frowned.
"I don't know." Ren Xiaosu shook his head, even though Yang Xiaojin could not see him shaking his head.
"You …" Yang Xiaojin suddenly felt a little puzzled. Her impression of Ren Xiaosu was that he was born and raised as a refugee in Stronghold 113's town. But what normal refugee would have a serial number tattooed on their arm?
So when Yang Xiaojin tried hard to recall, she realized Ren Xiaosu had never mentioned anything about his past.
The way the two of them got along was very strange. Neither of them had ever delved into the other's past. They were like two rootless duckweeds in this era of the wastelands who relied on each other for survival because they liked each other.
Ren Xiaosu smiled. "It's very strange, isn't it? Actually, I also find it very strange. My memory … is incomplete."
"It's fine, that's not important." Yang Xiaojin said, "I'm not telling you all this today to affect your opinion of my aunt. In fact, I can't understand what she's trying to do either. I'm just explaining why I can't speak up for you tonight."
"Mhm, don't worry, I don't mind," Ren Xiaosu said.
Based on Yang Xiaojin's character, she would only explain so much to him because she cared about his feelings. Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu even felt a little happy.
At this moment, he wondered why the two of them had to talk through a wall. They were clearly supernatural beings, so why did they have to be separated by a wall?
Wouldn't it be better to talk all night in the same yard?
Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu got ready to climb over the wall. But when he poked his head over the wall, he saw Yang Xiaojin holding the black sniper rifle with one hand and pointing the black muzzle at his head. Her half-smile was like a silent mockery. "Not bad, Ren Xiaosu. You're getting bolder. You deserve some encouragement."
"Is this how you encourage me?" Ren Xiaosu's face darkened.
"What else could I do?"
"Haha, I just flipped over to see if you were feeling down. I'm relieved to see that you're fine. Rest early, good night!" Ren Xiaosu said and jumped back into his yard. He ran over to the other side of the yard to harass Jiang Xu.
Yang Xiaojin stood alone in the yard and put away the black sniper rifle. She suddenly felt that behind Ren Xiaosu's smile, there seemed to be a deeper sense of loneliness.
This kind of loneliness was not the kind that came from having no one to accompany him. It was more like being in the wastelands, looking around but realizing that he could not see his past or where he came from.
This young man was too strong. He was so strong that he did not need anyone's pity, nor did he care for it.
Yang Xiaojin suddenly said in a low voice, "I'll be with you … Ren Xiaosu?"
"Ren Xiaosu?!"
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu had already flipped over into Jiang Xu's yard.
Ren Xiaosu was strolling around in the yard. Through the window, he saw Jiang Xu bending over his desk and writing something. The tungsten light bulb above his head was emitting heat and a warm yellow light.
Jiang Xu inadvertently turned his head and was surprised to see Ren Xiaosu's face pressed against the window. He nearly jumped out of his skin!
He said angrily, "What are you doing sneaking around? Come in! "
Ren Xiaosu chuckled and entered the house. "What are you writing?"
"I'm writing a press release about artificial intelligence. I've decided to write this part myself." Jiang Xu explained, "I feel that the advent of artificial intelligence will be a revolution for all of humanity, so it's better to be careful."
"What did you write?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"I'll probably write about the changes in the residents from the beginning of the AI's administration to the current period after it took over the stronghold. I can sense that they're getting more and more depressed." Jiang Xu said with a smile, "In any case, just think of it as me badmouthing the AI."
"But you're still in the Wang Clan's territory." Ren Xiaosu curled his lips.
Jiang Xu laughed heartily and said, "Do I still need to know where I am to record the truth?"
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