When Song Shiyue was in a coma, she received the memory of the original owner, as if she was forced to watch a long movie.
There were joys and sorrows, exclamations and sighs, and finally ended with the darkness surrounded by thick smoke.
In the dead of night, Song Shiyue stood alone in the original owner's bedroom, touching the ruins of the collapsed wall, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
This hesitation is born from the past world, from the present world, from oneself, and also from the original owner.
It's really a sense of unreality, not knowing where to go, where to fall, a little late, appearing in the heart of Song Shiyue, who finally had a chance to be alone after a busy day.
In the last days, there are zombies, mutated plants, and mutated animals everywhere. At night, it is more lively than during the day. Even in the safe area of some bases, you can hear the sound of wailing outside from time to time, how is it like now...
Quiet, as if there was no sound.
Nobody.
It was as if there was only her, herself, left.
The lamp in the bedroom is dim, illuminating people, and it is extraordinarily lonely.
Song Shiyue lightly patted the dust off the wall, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
In such a difficult end of the world, I didn't think about loneliness or anything. Now that I can eat enough to eat and drink enough to stay alive, I have time to worry about spring and autumn, and I have nothing to think about.
Wang Mancang left after eating, and Yu Nianbing next door also left after Song Shiyue helped clean up the kitchen and dining room.
Now Song Shiyue is the only one left in the two houses that have been opened up.
Instead of thinking about something, it is better to study the situation of the original owner according to the plan.
In the previous coma, the memory of the original owner was completely stuffed into Song Shiyue's mind. There are many things that you remember, but when you encounter them or mention them, you always need some time to think about them. Forget about some things that have been in the past for a long time. Many things that should be very familiar now need to be recalled in this way, which is really inconvenient.
The live broadcast of "Journey into the Wild" will start in a week, and Song Shiyue feels that it is necessary for her to make up her homework.
Thinking of this, Song Shiyue walked to the full-length mirror next to the closet, and turned on the front light of the mirror.
As soon as the white light came out, it swept away a little bit of confusion with a yellowish tint.
I saw the person in the mirror, at the age of a flower, with slender eyebrows like willows, eyes like pearls, delicate and pretty, with fair skin so tender that water can be squeezed out.
very nice.
The most important thing is that it is seven or eight percent similar to Song Shiyue's original appearance.
The world is really wonderful.
Same name, same face.
Is this the reason why you can come here
However, it is obvious that similar looks have very different effects in different places.
In the last days, it is like a burden.
And here...
This is probably one of the reasons why the original owner was quickly spotted by Wanshan Entertainment's scouts. Even with mediocre acting skills, she was able to become a resident female supporting role in that sitcom and gained some fans.
Xu Shiyue sneezed a few times because the smoke in the room had not completely dissipated. When she rubbed her nose and raised her eyes again, she saw the little girl in the mirror whose eyes, half full of tears, were like pearls in a treasure box, and like the moon in water, shining brightly. Coupled with the fine powder in the nose, it is even more delicate.
Listening to Wang Mancang's speculation, the program crew of "Journey into the Wild" wished that he would keep crying in the program.
It's a pity to let them down.
The corners of Song Shiyue's mouth curved slightly.
The objects that had randomly blocked the doors and windows in the house had been cleaned up in the afternoon.
The "suicide note" that was pasted on the table before was taken down and shredded and thrown away when Wang Mancang first entered the house.
On the contrary, it is pressed under the suicide note...
Song Shiyue walked to the table and touched the table, which was originally stuck to the table on one side and the "suicide note" envelope on the other.
Inside is a pile of money that is neither thick nor thin.
The last bit of money from the original owner corresponds to the apology to the landlord in the suicide note.
It is really…
Song Shiyue rubbed the center of her brows, unwilling to continue thinking about it.
At this moment, the sound of communication came from the star network port.
Slowly, click on the star network step by step.
Wang Mancang's big head, which had disappeared for two hours, reappeared in front of him.
Chat, chat with no content.
It was only when Song Shiyue got a little sleepy from the chat that she belatedly realized that Wang Mancang was worried that she, who had just attempted suicide, lived alone at night.
If Wang Mancang were a woman, he would never leave tonight.
After figuring this out, the chat between the two had more content anyway, and it was an all-round display of Song Shiyue's attitude towards a positive life.
Just like that, when it was time to go to bed, Wang Mancang repeatedly said that he would come tomorrow morning. When the communication was cut off, his eyes were still full of worry.
After the communication was cut off, Song Shiyue took a brief look at the original owner's already bare house, endured sleepiness to wash up, then crooked into the guest room, ready to sleep.
As a result, as soon as he closed his eyes, the communication on the wrist star network rang again.
How did you turn off the notification sound? Song Shiyue was very sleepy, recalling it bewilderedly, and then told her rationally, if she doesn't answer Wang Mancang's communication, how much worry will be exchanged for the other party, and how many minutes will come to visit...
"Huh?" Song Shiyue clicked out the communication interface, sank into the pillow wearily, and opened a slit of eyes with effort.
"Sleeping?" Yu Nianbing looked at the communication interface, Song Shiyue seemed to be in a coma, and couldn't help but thump in her heart.
The cold female voice, like a gurgling stream, brushed past Song Shiyue's ears.
For some reason, my heart felt numb and itchy, and even my ear bones softened a bit.
"Aren't you asleep yet?" Song Shiyue tilted her head and rubbed against the pillow twice, trying to open her eyes wider.
However, he was really sleepy, no matter how hard he tried, he could only hold it up for a few seconds, and there was only one slit left.
Yu Nianbing's appearance became somewhat blurred in Song Shiyue's eyes.
How can such a good-looking person not be able to defeat my sleepiness? Song Shiyue questioned herself in a daze.
At a place Song Shiyue couldn't see, Yu Nianbing hesitantly pulled the corner of the quilt, and then glanced at Song Shiyue who seemed to be about to fall asleep on the bed opposite, and finally made up his mind and said, "Yes, can you?" Can't you help me take out some of the chicken in the quick-frozen and put it on the fresh-keeping layer above, so that we can make some soup tomorrow without thawing."
"Now? Go get the chicken?" Song Shiyue, who was about to fall asleep, almost thought she had heard wrong, and tried to open her eyes, "Didn't you tell Uncle Wang to come forward, so you won't be here tomorrow?"
"Come here, go get it." Yu Nianbing looked calm and serious, and the corners of the corners where the light curtain couldn't shine had already been pulled into a small knot.
Song Shiyue's eyes drooped slowly, and he dawdled on the bed.
"Your Uncle Wang sent over hens raised in the agricultural star. The longer they are frozen, the worse the taste will be. You go to get the fresh-keeping layer now. We will stew the chicken soup for two hours tomorrow. The flesh and bones are separated. The chicken is scattered in the pot , add chopped potatoes and cabbage, and stew for another quarter of an hour. The potatoes are soft, the cabbage is sweet, and then take a bite of chicken mixed with soup..." Yu Nianbing said unhurriedly.
Then I saw the little girl on the bed who was still smeared into the quilt, secretly sank into the pillow and swallowed, and then slowly opened her eyes.
"Go now." Song Shiyue turned up and looked down for slippers.
Yu Nianbing could only see the little girl and the pillow when Song Shiyue was laying down to connect to the video, and couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly. Coupled with Song Shiyue's appearance of falling asleep with the video on, it was hard for Yu Nianbing not to think about what happened in the morning. It's just that if you directly ask the little girl to let her see the situation around you, it's a bit deliberate. If someone is completely fine and you are stimulated by yourself, then it's not good. This is why I came up with such a thing on the spur of the moment...
Now Song Shiyue sat up and looked down for her shoes, which was enough for Nian Bing to see the situation over there clearly. But with just a few words, Song Shiyue became so hungry that he spoke clearly and energetically, which also made Yu Nianbing feel relieved.
After confirming that the person is fine, the excuse I made up before...
Song Shiyue found her slippers, put them on and stood firm, suddenly raised her head, looked at Yu Nianbing's gaze, a little hesitant and tangled.
Looking at each other, Yu Nianbing felt that his excuses had been seen through through the star network. He couldn't help but sat upright, thinking that if Song Shiyue realized that he was lying to her, what should he say...
"Do you want to put mushrooms?" Song Shiyue asked seriously.
"..." Yu Nianbing let go of the hard corners of the quilt, and glanced at Song Shiyue lightly, "If you don't let go, the smell will spread."
"Oh." Song Shiyue's eyes were no longer entangled, and she pulled on her slippers and walked towards the master bedroom.
Yu Nianbing watched the little girl open doors one after another, step over the broken wall, and walk all the way to her kitchen until she opened the refrigerator door. For some reason, she still couldn't think through the sentence "I thought about it, there are so many people tomorrow, I'm going It's still not over, you can make some soup yourself." Said.
It shouldn't be like this, puppies or something, feeding once is enough.
"Tomorrow..." Yu Nianbing tried to remain calm and spoke.
"Huh? By the way, how many pots do you bring?" Song Shiyue looked up holding a pot of frozen chicken.
If he thought about it, he rolled and rolled in his stomach, Yu Nianbing lowered his eyes slightly under Song Shiyue's burning gaze, paused for a long time, and said: "All."
In the little girl's eyes, there are layers of joy.
The reappearance of flowers will inevitably make people confused.
Yu Nianbing looked away.
Cute puppy, it’s okay to feed it a few more times, right
However, there doesn't seem to be such a big saucepan over there... Yu Nianbing recalled the kitchen utensils over there, and when she didn't realize it, she slightly bent the corners of her lips.
Fortunately, the refrigerator in Nian Bing's house is big enough and there are not many things. Several large pots of chicken were brought up from the quick-frozen, and the fresh-keeping stuff on it was filled to the brim.
Song Shiyue put away the last pot of chicken, touched the stainless steel pot, and suddenly had a strange idea.
Could it be that Yu Nianbing was worried that he would continue to burn charcoal at night, so he borrowed these pots in advance to hold the chicken...
However, this idea only flashed in Song Shiyue's mind, and she classified it as impossible.
Although Yu Nianbing is not as indifferent and difficult to get along with as rumored in the circle, but she is not so worried about strangers, oh, people who are worse than strangers who have rubbed her heat.
At both ends of the star network, the two were thinking about each other, when they heard the doorbell ding ding dong dong.
Song Shiyue looked at Yu Nianbing on the hanging screen.
"Just pretend I'm not at home. You close the refrigerator and go back to sleep." Yu Nianbing lowered her voice.
Song Shiyue nodded, and gently closed the refrigerator door in cooperation.
"Yu Nianbing, you actually blocked me!"
Just when Song Shiyue stood on tiptoe and was about to go back with light hands, amidst the doorbell, there was a knock on the door mixed with a female voice.
"Wait..." Yu Nianbing frowned.
The author has something to say:
Song Shiyue: Same name, same appearance. Is this the reason why you can come here
Lin Mianmian:? ?