Survivors of the Doomsday 9
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"Is your uncle's family okay?" My father asked me.
A man in his fifties, his voice trembled at this moment.
My parents were childhood sweethearts. My uncle and my father were also childhood friends. When they grew up, they didn't contact each other much because of busy work.
"My cousin said they have already found a safe house. Don't worry. The disaster will pass, and we will all be fine!"
We moved several trips together. Later, I simply went to the basement to get a trolley. My parents helped us load it, and Aji and I transported the supplies to the basement.
After everything was done, the four of us sat in the hall of the newly rented villa, looking at each other.
"Your cousin isn't a rash and immature child. The matter should be mostly true." My father said with a solemn expression.
"Will the doomsday really come?" My mother still didn't believe it.
No one answered my mother's words. Everyone's expressions were very ugly. No one wanted the doomsday to come, but what if it was true? And how could we prove it wasn't true?
"Dear, you go drive now. Let's go sweep the goods at the 24-hour convenience store." My mother suddenly stood up, startling us.
"OK. We also have to be busy with the children and can't just enjoy the fruits of their labor. Let's have an unclean takeout tonight. It's also like celebrating the New Year together as a family." My father got up and walked outside.
"Mom and Dad, don't go out..." I anxiously wanted to call them back, but was stopped by Aji.
"Xiao Ji, take care of Mianmian. Wait for us to come back. We won't feel at ease if we don't go out and buy something." After my father instructed Aji, he directly closed the door.
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