Standing next to the refrigerator, Xiaochao looked up at the electrical appliances that were several times taller than him, and then looked down at Ji Cha who was squatting at his feet and rummaging through them.
Xiaochao's parents both work outside the home, and are usually taken by his grandparents. After he witnessed the corpse-changing grandparents with his own eyes, he became silent. Because Zhang Qinqin has been taking care of him, and now Xiaochao relies on him wholeheartedly.
As for the other people in the factory, Xiaochao obviously accepted the kind and friendly women better, but they were still very taciturn about Ji Cha. Ji Cha himself likes children very much, especially Xiaochao, who is only three years old but surprisingly sensible.
Ji Cha didn't stock up on things like popsicles. After all, he was busy buying other necessities at that time, so there was no leisure to think about it. He fumbled for a long time before he found a two-section gourd-shaped popsicle from the frozen layer. In the advertisement, the main type is that you break the half and I break the half to eat.
After all, they found it, Ji Cha breathed a sigh of relief.
He closed the refrigerator, lowered his head and broke the popsicle in half, and with a crisp sound, Xiao Chao's eyes followed.
"Want to eat?" Ji Cha smiled at him, and handed half of it to Xiao Chao.
Xiaochao looked at him, his tender face and slightly pursed lips moved along with his nodding, revealing a small dimple.
Zhang Qinqin would not let him eat such cold food. Xiaochao still remembered that only when the weather was extremely hot in the kindergarten, the teachers would give out refrigerated mung bean soup to drink, and grandparents would not let him eat it at home.
He was so happy that he even said softly to Ji Cha before leaving, "Thank you brother."
After Xiaochao finished speaking, he ran away, afraid of being seen by Zhang Qinqin.
Ji Cha gave such a soft child as Xiaochao a cuteness, and even forgot a lot of troubles. He walked out with the remaining half of a popsicle in his mouth, and was about to go upstairs to check the situation on the second floor. However, he was about to take a shower and go to bed when he heard a sudden exclamation from the living room.
Subconsciously, he flicked his hands against the wall, and rushed over like paddling, "What's wrong?"
Sitting in the living room downstairs and watching TV were several elders and Zhang Qinqin. Zhang Xingwang Qinxue went upstairs to tinker with the computer after dinner.
"The TV is gone." Zhang Qinqin turned her head, her face a little dignified, "Since the afternoon, a few big TV stations have lost their signal, and now even CCTV is gone."
Ji Cha took advantage of the situation to look over, and there was a flickering and jumping snowflake on the TV screen.
He then walked around the sofa, bent down and took out a USB flash drive from the drawer under the TV, and threw it to Zhang Qinqin, "Maybe there is some signal failure, please put down the TV series here for everyone first, I'll go upstairs one time."
After Ji Cha finished speaking, he popped the popsicle into his mouth, turned around and ran to the second floor in three steps and two steps.
There was only a faint light coming from Zhang Xing's room on the second floor. Ji Cha walked over and knocked on the door, and before there was a second sound, there was a reply from inside, "Come in."
He turned the doorknob, opened half of the door and leaned his upper body in, "Do you still have internet here?"
Zhang Xing shook his head with a serious expression. Wang Xueqin was holding the mobile phone, and there was a vague broadcast sound from inside, "The signal of the phone is gone, and the only thing that can be used now is the satellite broadcast."
"Aren't they all the same as before, let's stay at home and don't run out, and these days have passed, and there is no sign of rescue or improvement of the situation!"
Zhang Xing cursed in a low voice, and scratched his scalp frantically with both hands in frustration.
At this moment, Wang Qinxue's mobile phone, which was originally receiving broadcast signals, suddenly left only a large noise.
Ji Cha's palm holding the doorknob tightened, and the last trace of the connection of modern society seemed to have disappeared from their lives at this moment.
Xiaochao stood in the dark yard. During the day, he was bored by himself and had already circled the entire factory area several times, not even forgetting to go to the pig house.
The chickens, ducks and piglets that occasionally croaked twice during the day became quiet as it got dark. Xiaochao tilted his head and listened carefully to the occasional insects, and then everything was silent again. There is no cognition of ghosts in my mind, so of course I will not be afraid of the dark.
He has been holding the outer package of the popsicle with one hand, and now he feels a little cold, so he sucks it in his mouth and is about to change his other hand, when he suddenly hears very light footsteps.
This kind of lightness is not deliberate lightness of the footsteps, but the sound of footsteps heard from a distance. Xiaochao was a little strange, he walked slowly to the gate, knelt down halfway, and looked out through a gap about one centimeter wide.
It was pitch black outside, and Xiaochao opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to look outside, and could vaguely see the soft grass outside.
He sucked the somewhat melted popsicles piercingly, his ears half pressed to the ground. The turf was a bit cold at night, Xiao Chao couldn't help rubbing his ears. The dull footsteps outside were getting closer.
He sucked the last bite of the popsicle and squeezed it into his mouth.
Xiaochao became more and more curious about the approaching sound outside, and frowned slightly.
What the hell is out there
"Xiao Chao, what are you doing here?" A hand suddenly hugged Xiao Chao, blocking his sight from peeking out through the crack of the door.
Xiaochao turned around and covered Zhang Qinqin's mouth, cautiously stretched out a finger towards the outside, and waved it lightly.
Zhang Qinqin held her breath unconsciously, as the turf outside was crossed and trampled, the hoarse and dull mechanical breathing sound from the person's throat came into the ears of the two densely.
Zhang Qinqin put Xiaochao on the ground, and followed him to lie down again, their right eyes could barely see through the crack of the door. Across two floors of doors, in a short distance, countless pairs of shoe uppers passed by their eyes, wandering back and forth aimlessly.
Xiao Chao's mouth loosened, and the empty popsicle bag fell silently on the grass.
Zhang Qinqin reacted quickly, she picked up Xiaochao and ran into the house quickly.
The elders in the house were still watching TV, but the TV was silent, at least they couldn't hear anything from outside the house. Zhang Qinqin put Xiao Chao in the room, touched his face, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Chao, I will go and lock the door, you are here now, don't cry and make trouble, okay?"
Xiaochao nodded, "I don't cry."
The two heavy doors outside had already been locked early. Zhang Qinqin just turned back to the factory door on the first floor, locked it carefully, and checked the curtains on the entire first floor. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Turn around and run upstairs.
Liang Jincheng was sweating profusely on some simple fitness equipment placed in Jicha on the top floor. He had been exercising for almost two hours, and apart from sweat, he did not feel a trace of fatigue.
Today's unexpected hug with Ji Cha made Liang Jincheng's blood boil just thinking about it. He was afraid that if he watched Ji Cha more or spent more time with him, he would lose all self-control and do unexpected things. So not long after dinner, I avoided the crowd and came to the top floor.
He half closed his eyes, and with his undulating figure, he could still see some dim starlight.
Ji Cha's clothes are usually very loose T-shirts. Occasionally when he bends down or runs, he will reveal a small part of his flexible waist very unconsciously. Liang Jincheng noticed that his complexion was a little darker than the previous few days, and it looked soft again.
Liang Jincheng let out a deep breath, trying his best to restrain himself from imagining the image of his waist rising and falling on his body.
Oh, just thinking about it makes him explode.
Fantastic thoughts blocked Liang Jincheng's attention and vigilance, so that he didn't notice many chaotic noises outside until he heard the sound of someone locking the downstairs door after a while.
He stood up straight, brushed away the sweat from his eyes, and looked down. Surrounding the factory building and the long road before and after, there are sporadic but continuous zombie groups, almost thousands.
There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and Ji Cha and Zhang Qinqin ran up one after the other.
Seeing Liang Jincheng, Ji Cha immediately said, "Senior, there seem to be zombies outside."
He ran in a hurry, panting a little, Liang Jincheng stroked his back, "There are indeed, but the problem should not be serious, they are driven by the sound, and now they are just passing by."
Zhang Qinqin had already taken the binoculars and looked down. The darkness blocked the range of sight, but she could easily see the densely packed lifeless living dead moving forward at a very slow pace. The factory building is an inflection point that they must pass through halfway.
"My God..." she couldn't help but sigh softly, "I have to go downstairs and tell them, they are going to be quiet together!"
With such a large group of zombies passing by, once there is a problem, it does not mean that there will be no casualties, and the fighting strength of Liang Jincheng may not be able to leave unscathed.
In other words, if the zombie group discovered their existence at this time, it would almost be a suicide attempt.
Zhang Qinqin put down the binoculars, turned around and ran downstairs quickly.
Ji Cha took the binoculars and looked around, his expression also turned ugly. The sense of pressure to survive that the end of the world once brought him came back at this moment.
"Don't be afraid." Liang Jincheng held his hand holding the telescope, "Everything will pass smoothly."