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Sunday, February 10, 2013.
Today is the Spring Festival, Zhang Xiaoqiang's first Spring Festival in the last days, a Spring Festival alone.
I remember that when I was a child, every time this day came, the family prepared the New Year’s goods early. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot bath and changed into new clothes, watching his parents preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
The rooster that had been drained of blood lay on the ground and "thumped" weakly, and the scattered feathers floated slowly in the air. The mother was carrying a hot water bucket to scald the rooster. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his younger sister were eating melon seeds and watching. The mother was holding two chicken feet upside down. The head of the chicken was hanging down lightly, and the blood dripped down the beak on the ground. Draw a red line, from the head of the chicken to the paws, rotating clockwise in the bucket of boiling water, the dying rooster burst out with the last strength, spread its wings and fluttered in the bucket, and the boiling water was thrown out of the bucket and sprinkled around , Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister screamed and avoided. My mother scolded me and reminded me loudly not to get my new clothes dirty.
It was rare for the normally serious father to no longer have a straight face. Holding a plate of spring rolls wrapped yesterday, he stood by the frying pan and watched the fire, humming an out-of-tune tune, and letting Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister shout and make noise beside him. Pedestrians on the street are rushing home, hoping to get home earlier to celebrate the New Year with their families.
At night, my father took out a large hanging red whip and hung it under the eaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed his father's buttocks around like a small tail, and my sister hid behind the door, covering her ears and looking out.
"Crackling" firecrackers sounded, a family of four sat together, the table was full of sumptuous dishes, and my father poured a glass of white wine and sipped slowly. Mother was holding a bowl and muttering that she would get up early tomorrow and go to the countryside to see grandma. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his younger sister ate the food with their heads buried, but their eyes glanced back and forth between the dishes on the table.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, my mother put away the dining table, and Zhang Xiaoqiang and his younger sister sat by the charcoal brazier, eating melon seeds and peanuts and watching the "Spring Festival Gala". His father sat in the middle with a teacup, taking a sip of strong tea from time to time. When Chen Peisi's bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister laughed loudly, and their parents were also full of smiles.
Thinking of all the past, and thinking of the present scene, a sense of sadness filled my heart.
The Spring Festival in the apocalypse made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extremely lonely. Looking at the counterfeit mobile phone next to his pillow, he hoped that someone would send him a text message to greet the Spring Festival, even if it was a small 1008 telecom advertisement! The phone was still silent, and despair was evolving in his heart. The increasingly lonely mood drove him crazy. He picked up the phone and threw it hard on the floor tiles.
"Pa-ta..." The phone was smashed into three pieces on the ground. The fuselage, battery, and back case all bounced off the ground in a staggered manner, fell, and rolled to the side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his arms, staring at the broken mobile phone on the ground in a daze!
I don't know how long it took, the mood slowly calmed down, picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it, watching the cockroaches crawling happily inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood began to get better again.
At least I am still alive, at least I can stand here and play with cockroaches leisurely, I am at least luckier than 90 out of 100 people in the world, and I can still breathe the not-so-clean air.
"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, thinking that he was a majestic old man who had always been heartless, how could he become sentimental in the last days
Today is the Spring Festival, the most important festival for Chinese people, why can't I celebrate the Spring Festival alone
As soon as he thought about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was almost noon, and he started to get busy. He boiled a pot of water on the induction cooker with a bucket of water, and took a luxurious bath, which was also the first time after the end of the day. After taking a bath, he changed into clean clothes refreshed, poured out the black and gray muddy bath water, and went to the kitchen.
A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of braised pork, a bowl of steamed eggs, and a large bowl of Chinese cabbage in soup.
This New Year’s Eve dinner, which is simple on weekdays but extravagant in the apocalypse, is placed on the table. There are three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, which are parents and sisters. Next to father’s chopsticks is a wine glass filled with white wine. I poured a glass of "Great Wall Cabernet Dry Red" and drank it slowly.
He drank a bottle of dry red unconsciously, and the depression in his heart made him want to drink again. He picked up the "Daohuaxiang" liquor bottle and poured it into his mouth. After drinking half a bottle of liquor, he seemed to return to the past in his drunken eyes. His family Sitting in a circle, the mother talked about the family's dissatisfaction, and the father didn't pay attention to anything. He just held the wine glass and sipped it slowly.
Suddenly Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up from a severe headache, lifted the quilt and got out of bed stiffly, the cold air made him feel a chill, he picked up the water bottle and drank it in one gulp, only then did he relieve the dry mouth and tongue from the night.
Heat the leftovers from yesterday in the induction cooker and eat them for breakfast. I drank too much wine last night, which made my mouth full of bitterness. I don’t even know what it tastes like when I eat breakfast
As in the past, practicing iron guns, when the task in the morning was completed, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to rest, and stood on the windowsill with the mp9 military sniper crossbow to practice aiming at the zombies downstairs. He squandered half of the 80 steel balls in the name of practice. , he was not willing to use the six crossbow bolts, and it was hard to get them back after shooting them out. Dozens of shooting practice made his accuracy greatly improved, at least he would no longer be pointing.
Through the crosshair on the mp9 sniper crossbow scope, aim at an agile evolutionary mutant zombie. The zombie is wandering, and his mp9 is slowly moving with the movement of the zombie. The zombie in the scope is commotion. , rushed in one direction.
"Is there a problem?" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the sniper crossbow, picked up the 10x binoculars and fixedly stared at it, in sight, a zombie pounced on another agile zombie, and the surrounding ordinary zombies also started to surround them in a commotion.
"The zombies are fighting among themselves?" Zhang Xiaoqiang held up the binoculars and looked a little silly! The binoculars watched the attacked zombie.
This is an agile mutant zombie. It looks stronger and more flexible than ordinary agile zombies. It is about 1.4 meters shorter than ordinary zombies. It moves quickly with its hunched back. Unable to catch it, both hands grabbed something and fed it into its mouth.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see clearly what it was grabbing at first, but when it was facing him, he saw a mouse tail protruding from its hand.
The rats were not big, so the riots did not last long. After the rats were eaten, the zombies returned to calm.
Watching the slightly stronger agile zombie downstairs return to the opposite side of the street, there is a row of old-fashioned brick houses, and there is a gutter at the corner of the wall. The mouse should have run out of the gutter.
"Could it be that the D virus is only effective for humans." Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, seeing the agile zombie staying quietly in the gutter, and connected with the power mutant zombie killed the day before yesterday.
"d virus + flesh + rain = zombie evolution?" Zhang Xiaoqiang understood the reason for zombie evolution.