The closer you get to the city, the harder the road becomes. Whether it is the main road or the small dirt road, scrapped vehicles, wandering zombies, stumps, and blood can be seen everywhere.
The martial arts class moved forward all the way, although the roads switched from time to time, but the main direction was straight north.
Thanks to the characteristics of the well-shaped layout of the roads in the ancient city, the main roads in the urban area are all north-south and east-west. These roads divide the urban area into square one after another, which coincides with the round sky mentioned by the ancestors.
Since the new era, with the development of the economy, the subway has been opened, the viaduct has been built, and the expressway around the city has been looped around. Overlooking these new transportation lines from a high altitude, it seems that every point of the city can be connected in series. But when you walk down-to-earth in this city, you will still inadvertently find that there are more straight roads, fewer detours, more straight roads, and fewer ramps. This is something that has been engraved in the blood of the city for thousands of years. heavy.
The Wusheng class chose the avenue that runs through the center of the city from north to south. If they want to enter the city, this road has the shortest distance, the widest road surface, and the widest view. Even if you encounter obstacles, there are all directions for you to escape, and no matter where you want to go in the city, you can reach the corresponding parallel point on this road, and then make a turn and go straight in.
More importantly, the first choice of the Wusheng class, the Provincial Stadium, is just beside this main north-south road. If Qiao Siqi's "luxury house" located in a densely populated living area is in the deep mountains and old forests, then the Provincial Stadium is equivalent to being located at the foot of the mountain.
"Still no signal..."
Song Fei stuffed the phone back in disappointment, and sighed against Qi Yan's chest.
In the BMW, Qi Yan hugged Song Fei in the co-pilot, Wu Zhou, Fu Xiyuan, Feng Qibai, and Zhao He were slightly staggered back and forth, tightly packed in the back row, and Kuang Ye was lying horizontally in the arms of the four.
Originally lying sideways should be Feng Qibai, who is relatively slender, but the three musketeers of the gymnasium and the strong swimmer Kuang are all tough guys, and the result is that there is always one butt that can’t get a seat. Or it is staggered forward and backward by a large margin, but this way the buttocks are seated firmly, and the front and rear space is almost occupied. In the end, there was no choice but to exchange Feng Qibai and Kuang Ye. The former squeezed side by side with the three musketeers of the gymnasium, while the latter pretended to be a donkey shadow, inserted it in sheets, bent his legs slightly, closed the door and walked away.
"You don't need to try." Kuang Ye, who felt that he had been squeezed into a can of sardines, was able to move his mouth from head to toe.
"That might be it." Fu Xiyuan disagreed with his point of view, "The water and electricity are not shut down, and it is not impossible to have a signal."
"The only thing left is water and electricity." Qi Yan sighed softly, showing a rare depression.
Song Fei tilted his head to look at him in puzzlement, "What do you mean?"
Qi Yan couldn't help touching his face, and then asked, "How long has it been since you saw the smog?"
Song Fei was stunned.
When he was just out of school, he was still thinking that although such a blue sky is beautiful, he just misses PM2.5 cheaply. Now when asked by Qi Yan, he realizes that what he misses is not the real air pollution, It's the underlying reason behind that - industrial activity. But now, the industrial production that was still persisting at the beginning of the outbreak of the corpse tide, together with the smog, has disappeared.
Seeing that Song Fei was silent for a long time, but he obviously understood, Qi Yan moved his body and hugged him tighter: "Don't think about it."
Song Fei shook his head slowly but firmly: "No, I have to think, I have to analyze whether the worst situation has come."
Qi Yan was helpless: "Even if we arrive, what can you do?"
"Then you don't have to do anything and just wait!" Song Fei struggled to straighten her back from his arms, turned around and sat upright, facing her BF, with the brilliance of a hundred schools of thought lingering on her face of course, "Taoist Philosophy There are clouds, bottoming out and rebounding, everything has developed to the most extreme trough, and it is bound to usher in a strong rise, a brand new tomorrow, this is an irrefutable objective law!"
Qi Yan: "..."
Song Fei: "Handsome guy, why is your expression so indescribable?"
Helplessly sighing heavily, Qi Yan rarely asked patiently: "Who told you that bottoming out is Taoist philosophy?"
Song Fei froze, blinked his eyes: "Isn't it?"
"Extreme things must be reversed!"
"One meaning."
"..."
The reunited BF has corrected many shortcomings and brightened many skills, but the zero tolerance for academic ambiguity has never changed.
Looking at each other for two seconds, Song Fei was defeated by Qi Xueba's awe-inspiring righteousness, shrunk his neck, and looked over his BF's shoulder to the group of relatives and friends in the back row asking for help: "So where did the rebound come from?"
The three musketeers of the sports academy looked at the skylight, those who looked at the car window looked at the car window, and one of them hummed the song of throwing onions.
Zhanyou Feng from the Academy of Art simply hid behind his comrade-in-arms, without raising his head.
In the end, classmate Kuang, who was still in a beautiful body, raised his upper body with difficulty, exposed his head from the back of the chair, and gave the class leader the answer as a prospective Fortune 500 employee: "That's a word in finance..."
While talking, the car has entered the urban area.
There was no more dirt road to go on, and the martial arts class had returned to Kangzhuang Avenue more than ten minutes earlier.
There are obviously more buildings on both sides, but I don't know if it's because there are no people on the street, the buildings also seem dead. The shops along the street were smashed more often, and the glass windows were broken all over the floor, making it a mess.
Hearing the sound of the car, zombies poured out of many buildings, but not in a large scale, scattered in small groups, before the car approached, they were already left behind by the Wusheng class.
Friends, I don’t know if this is good or bad. Does the fact that there are fewer zombies mean that the majority of people are still hiding safely in buildings
"Where are you now?" Li Jingyu asked the driver leaning forward to support the back of the driver's seat.
As an obedient nerd student who hardly ever comes to the city, the little whale looks very strange now.
Since Qiao Siqi was vigilant about the buildings on both sides of the road and also had to take care of the road ahead, he didn't react for a while: "Huh?"
"I'm entering the Third Ring Road soon." Ma Weisen, who sat comfortably on He Zhiwen's sensual lap in the co-pilot position, answered for Qiao.
Li Jingyu: "I remember saying that the stadium is next to the second ring road?"
Ma Weisen: "Yes, if we can maintain the current speed, it will only take 20 minutes."
He Zhi asked: "I don't know if Qiao Siqi can maintain this speed, but I really can't. Brother Wilson, human legs are all long with flesh..."
Ma Weisen patted He's head comfortingly, and coaxed him completely calmly: "Be patient, you will pass as soon as you grit your teeth."
He Zhi asked the black thread: "Then do you dare to switch places, and you will bite your teeth for me too."
Ma Weisen: "You have to face the reality, I'm thinner than you..."
He Zhi asked, "Then I'm shorter than you!"
Ma Weisen: "How can you, you just look like you don't show your size, it's a matter of proportion..."
He Zhi asked: "Get out, I'm only 1.69 meters in shoes!"
Mavison: "..."
Li Jingyu, Lin Dilei, Huang Mo, Wang Qingyuan: "..."
"Xiao He, you don't have to fight like this..." Luo Geng turned around from the trunk, grabbed the back seat and was exposed, "Why don't we change? I'm so excited here, Miniature Happy Valley!"
He Zhi asked: "...that Brother Wilson, I think it should be okay to grit your teeth and hold on for another 20 minutes."
—No comparison, no harm.
While talking, two cars entered the third ring road, one behind the other.
However, after two intersections, Qiao Siqi had to step on the brakes.
It didn't matter if he braked. Coincidentally, the cashmere scarf wrapped on top of his head was being blown off by the glassless car window of Zhou who was following behind. For a moment when his sight was blocked, Josiqi stepped on the brakes. Pulling away from the eyes, the big red jeep is close in front of you.
Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast, so he turned the steering wheel quickly, avoided the jeep, and then braked to the end!
Unprepared, Song Fei slammed his head on the windshield.
The five people in the back row finally tasted the benefits of you hugging me and I squeezing you, like a buckle, motionless.
"What the hell?!" Zhou Yiyi yelled on the walkie-talkie, while not forgetting to watch out for zombies that might come out at any time through the glassless car window.
"I can't get through the front, a series of collisions, all blocked!" Qiao Siqi on the other end of the walkie-talkie spoke anxiously.
The friends in the BMW stretched their necks together, and then saw that the red jeep was indeed the scene of a car accident, and countless cars were jammed together, densely packed like a mess.
"We have to change the way, follow me!" Joskey seemed to be possessed by Captain America for a moment, and his tone was unquestionable.
But Zhou Lv is really used to questioning, not to mention the US team, even you are Monkey Brother: "Are you sure?"
Qiao Siqi: "Huh? Let me tell you, there is no trail in this urban area that I don't know about, and the traffic police don't even know the road conditions like me!"
Zhou Lu: "Damn, who gave you the confidence?"
Qiao Siqi: "No one else is needed, just because I didn't receive a single ticket last semester."
Zhou Lu: "...Go!"
——What does it mean for a street killer like Joskey not to receive a ticket for a semester? It means that he has crossed the streets with ease and can perfectly dodge all the cameras... The capillaries of this city are in his heart!
The red jeep made a right turn and cut into the small road.
The car quickly followed.
After a while, the jeep was inserted between two dilapidated houses. The houses are all six storeys, and they look like old houses from the 1980s. The distance between each building is only the width of a car. If there is an oncoming car, it will undoubtedly be blocked.
But obviously this road is not for cars. There are bicycles parked on both sides of the building. Occasionally, one or two of them will be knocked down by Joskey's jeep, and then Zhou Yiyi has to step on the brakes and follow the speed bump. past.
With seven crutches and eight crutches, Zhou Yiyi had no direction, so he followed Qiao Siqi's buttocks. But it can be vaguely felt that it is still going north, but instead of going in a straight line, it is coming in a roundabout way.
After about half an hour, the car seemed to have entered the second ring road, because there were obviously more office buildings, and the residential houses passing by were all new communities.
Along with the modern atmosphere, there are also zombies.
Especially once when driving on the pedestrian street, two zombies slammed onto Zhou Lily's window frame. If Zhou Lily didn't turn the steering wheel so fast, his arm would have been gnawed firmly.
"Song Fei—" Qiao Siqi urgently called out from the intercom.
Song, who had been dazed by the road, was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "I'm here!"
Qiao Siqi: "Cross this small road and the Provincial Gymnasium is in front of it, but there are all roads there, so there must be traffic jams, so we can't get through, what should we do?"
Song Fei: "How close can we get?"
While talking, the Wrangler has already driven out of the path, and the front of the windshield suddenly opens up, and the stadium in the distance and the densely packed vehicles nearby, either lying down, turning over, or colliding with bicycles, electric vehicles, etc., come into view.
"It's impossible to rely on, at least 300 meters away!"
As soon as Qiao Siqi finished speaking, Zhou Yili's car also came to the end of the small road, turned right, and the red jeep and the scene in front of the jeep were also clear at a glance. Zhou Yili did not stop, but he could and could only slow down the speed.
"Abandon the car and rush over?" Song Fei pressed the intercom, but looked at Qi Yan.
So before Qiao Siqi could speak, Qi Yan had already shook his head, being cautious was his instinct: "We don't know the situation of the stadium, what if the people rushing inside don't open the door, or there are no living people inside, what should we do?"
Song Fei struggled and remained silent.
"Fuck, I can't see clearly from here—" Anxious Zhao He opened the car window to help his comrades look around, but as Qiao Siqi said, he couldn't see clearly at a distance of several hundred meters.
But in fact, it may not be visible when the distance is close. After all, except for the open-air dome, the rest of the gymnasium is completely enclosed, and only the airtight wall can be seen from the outside.
"The Chinese nation is facing the most severe test in history, but I believe that the people of the whole country will be able to overcome the difficulties and usher in a brand new tomorrow..."
Under the warm winter sun, the familiar voice of the broadcast came faintly.
"The following is the international news. After the United States, Canada and Mexico have also declared a state of emergency. As of now, an unknown virus has broken out in 28 countries around the world..."
The jeep friend heard it first, and the BMW team was a few seconds behind, but the two car friends were shocked at the same time.
In the end, it was Qiao Siqi who came to his senses first, and asked into the intercom with a trembling voice: "You, did you hear that..."
Song Fei returned to his original position, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and pressed the intercom button: "What are you waiting for, run—"
The doors of the two cars opened almost at the same time, and a dozen friends ran straight towards the stadium!
The zombies on both sides of the road were attracted by the sound of the engine and were slowly swarming over. When they saw the living people rushing out, they instantly went into a state of rage, and changed from walking to running, chasing after them!
Qi Yan was the slowest in the entire limousine team. In fact, he tried to hold Song Fei back when he was running forward, but BF was as quiet as a virgin and moved like a mad dog. He couldn't stop him at all, and rushed out!
Qi Yan has nothing to do, just run up and keep up.
After coming and going, he became the last of the sixteen-member team. Wang Qingyuan was second to last, only one position faster than him.
The crowds of corpses on both sides of the road gathered together and became a chasing army, only ten meters away from the end of the martial arts squad!
And Song Fei and Qiao Siqi, the fastest runners in the martial arts class, have already arrived at the nearest exit of the stadium!
What made them even more excited was that not only were there no zombies near the exit, but there were even two men in police uniforms guarding there. Although they could only see their backs, they were at ease enough to hang their hearts for a month!
"Help—" Qiao Siqi arrived before he could speak.
Song Fei was about to praise his teammates, but saw two "policemen" shaking unnaturally after hearing the shout.
Song Fei subconsciously wanted to stop, but the inertia still made his body continue to rush forward, but not as fast as before.
Qiao Siqi didn't have any sense of crisis. When Song Fei slowed down, he had already reached behind the "policeman" one step ahead, and at this moment the "policeman" just turned around—
One has no right face.
One has no chin.
Qiao Siqi directly bumped into the chinless arms, and his whole body was numb.
Song Fei gritted his teeth and rushed over to pull the person away, but it was too late, the zombie was about to raise his arms to wrap around Qiao Siqi.
Song Fei accelerated, stopped pulling, and bumped directly, even the zombie and Qiao Siqi crashed into the entrance and exit.
The exit passage door was open, and Song Fei saw the scene inside the moment he fell down.
hell.
Either hell on earth or hell.
Under the dazzlingly bright sun, there is a whole track and field of zombies, they stand stiffly, surrounded, dazed and empty. Compared with the zombies outside, they seemed to have less urge to eat, just looking at a certain point in nothingness, as if that was their entire spiritual world.
Severe pain came from the wrist.
Song Fei shuddered and came back to his senses, just as he bumped into a flash of white light.
Qiao Siqi was hit by him and flew out, and finally fell into the arms of the zombie and became himself.
Zhao He, who rushed over after him, used metal chopsticks to help him end the zombie under him, but when he looked closely, his wrist had already been bitten into the mouth by the other party.
Even at the moment when the chopsticks had been inserted into the zombie's forehead, the motionless corpse was still unwilling to let go.
Song Fei stared blankly at his wrist, his mind went blank for a moment.
The zombie in police uniform over there was knocked down by Wang Qingyuan and Luo Geng together, and Qi Yan here has come to him, and almost tore Song Fei's arm out of the zombie's mouth, and then he didn't even look at it, and directly squeezed him Get up and run to the side!
Song Fei was still in a trance of "I was bitten", and couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.
But the little friends have already made a clear direction—the bus lying near the exit!
Song Fei had no memory of how he got on the roof of the bus, until Qi Yan roughly rolled up his sleeves, inspected him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, hugging him tightly, as if trying to strangle him into his body .
"Fortunately, fortunately..."
Qi Yan said this word repeatedly, I don't know hundreds of times.
The group of chasing corpses surrounded the bus, trying to climb up, and fourteen friends circled the roof of the bus to guard against death.
Song Fei finally recovered from the commotion, and his first move was to break away from Qi Yan and raise his arms to look at himself.
Qi Yan's teeth itch with hatred: "Now you know you're afraid? Why did you go so early!"
Song Fei ignored his BF, since sooner or later he would be bullied anyway, he had to do business first—for example, a tiger hugging Ma Weisen tightly!
Ma Weisen was squatting and stabbing the zombies below, and was almost thrown to the side by this pounce.
"Are you sick-"
After finally turning around, he just yelled at Song Fei. Life and death are at stake, and everyone will be angry.
Song Fei hugged Shang Ma's student's angry face again, "Please accept my kiss, my savior!"
Ma Weisen immediately pushed the person away with hands and feet, and pierced the essence of this behavior: "Are you repaying favor or revenge—"
The friends watched for a long time before they figured out that it was true that the zombie had bitten Song Fei's wrist just now, but Song Fei was still wearing the wrist guard that Ma Weisen had given him earlier. Although this bite hurt, it didn't really hurt the flesh. For Song Fei, it was a narrow escape.
Qi Yan simply didn't know how to complain, so he simply stopped. Just as he was about to break up the impulsiveness and recklessness before he was arrested, the bus suddenly shook violently.
All the friends were unsteady, and He Zhiwen couldn't stand still, and sat directly on the roof of the car.
"They are pushing the cart." Wang Qingyuan's voice was not loud, but unprecedentedly serious.
All the comrades-in-arms heard the words and looked around, and saw that the zombies that had surrounded the bus had gathered to one side, and they were pushing the body with all their strength, and the bus was about to roll over!
Without an order, the sixteen comrades in arms tacitly gathered on the pushed side, arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder, like a flood embankment, resisting the thrust with their own weight!
But seeing more and more zombies, overthrow is only a matter of time!
What's more terrible is that the zombies in the track and field finally remembered that they still have a mission, and are staggering out from all the entrances...
"God is going to kill us—" Ma Weisen really couldn't think of any other way to break the dead situation in front of him.
"Shut up!" The word "polite" has long been removed from Kuang Ye's "Rules for Getting Along with Negative Energy Horses".
"We have to find a way to get back in the car." Although every cell clamored to severely punish Song Fei for his previous recklessness, Qi Yan could still see the situation clearly and distinguish the priority from the secondary.
Ma Weisen: "Easy to say, how to return, fly?!"
Qi Yan: "..." Someone more addictive than Song Fei appeared.
The body of the bus shook again, even bigger than last time!
Song Fei was quick to think: "Yes, find someone to distract them!"
Ma Weisen: "Why are we all on the roof of the car, do you want people to go down and race against the corpses!!!"
Lin Dilei: "Song Fei, I'm not talking to anyone, but I also feel that the situation here is different from the school. None of us can predict when and where zombies will appear. Artificially slipping zombies is too dangerous..."
Song Fei: "No, listen to me. When I ran over just now, I saw a motorcycle with the key inserted. It seemed that it had just fallen down and the engine hadn't been turned off..."
Lin Dilei: "Wilson, we believe in you!"
Ma Weisen: "... believe me in everything, I can't even believe in myself, okay!!!"
Song Fei: "No one else can do this except you, it's a great mission from heaven, it's destiny!"
Ma Weisen: "Fuck you, materialist fighter, I believe in science!"
Qiao Siqi: "Song Fei—"
Song Fei: "What are you doing when you're busy!"
Qiao Siqi: "Don't talk nonsense with him, just let him do what you want him to do, if you talk about it and discuss it, he will definitely say no!"
Song Fei: "What the hell are these habits!"
Qiao Siqi: "Have you never met the kind of person who persuades, cries, and ignores him, and nothing happens to him? This guy belongs to that kind. To put it bluntly, it's not abusive!"
Mavison: "Joe, Si, Qi!"
Song Fei: "You have to do it whether you want to do it or not, Ma Weisen, get the fuck out of here quickly!!!"
Mavison: "...Damn!"
Boom—
The end of the curse was still lingering in the noisy dust, Ma Weisen had already jumped off the side that was not pushed by the zombies, and ran towards the motorcycle without looking back!
This time it's really a black motorcycle, the wheels are several times smaller than Mavison's heavy motorcycle, and the seats are spacious enough for two adults to stuff them casually.
As soon as Ma Weisen picked up his motorcycle in this compartment, the zombies who heard the news from that compartment surrounded him.
Seeing that the encirclement was about to be closed, Ma Weisen twisted the accelerator, and the car and the man sped up, passing through the only gap precisely, what a handsome word!
In the rolled up dust, all the zombies remained in a daze.
Ma Weisen on the motorcycle was like an Iron Man in armor. First, he showed off his driving skills a few times around the bus, and when all the zombies were attracted by him, he turned around and drove away.
The zombies couldn't bear it, so they quickly followed.
Without using Song Fei's deployment, Ma Weisen knew where to go tacitly—his motorcycle had a firm direction and galloped straight to the side where the jeep and the car were parked!
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the chariot, but he didn't stop at all, and kept going!
The prey didn't stop, and the zombies naturally didn't stop either. Whether it was a jeep or a car, they had nothing in their eyes. They passed by naturally and continued to chase the motorcycle.
There were still sporadic zombies left under the bus, but zombies continued to come out of the stadium.
Not missing this opportunity, Qi Yan decisively ordered: "Jump—"
Needless to say, everyone knew that they should jump under the bus where the zombies were not gathered, so some jumped from the front of the bus, some jumped from the rear, and some followed Ma Weisen's path and jumped from the other side.
But no matter where they land, they all lead to the same goal—back to the chariot!
It would only take a moment to run wildly for a distance of 300 meters, especially when Ma Weisen had already taken away most of the zombies, and the fifteen comrades returned to the car smoothly.
At this time, it doesn't matter if the driver dies or not, everyone instinctively returns to their original positions to avoid possible confusion that may affect efficiency!
Qiao Siqi got into the car and chased after Ma Weisen without saying a word.
Song Fei was a bit more troublesome, he had to help Zhou Lv pull out the zombies outside the window, and it took two minutes before it started.
Ma Weisen is worthy of being the little overlord of the outer court, so how can he drive a motorcycle to ride a zombie? Like Li Kui who is wielding two broad axes, it also happens that the motorcycle is also black, worthy of the name Black Whirlwind.
Even the oncoming zombies are avoiding him at the back, and they would rather get out of the way first, and then run with their partners, and chase them with peace of mind.
"Ride slower—" Qiao Siqi couldn't catch up to death, got angry, put down the window and yelled.
Just as Ma Weisen recovered from his hilarity, he quickly manipulated the front of the car, changing from a straight line to a large arc!
The zombies didn't know why, so they were also taken around. After a while, Ma Weisen's motorcycle completely circled back, and at this time, nothing could stop Johns and Wilson.
An emergency stop.
A foot bike.
He Zhiwen opened the co-pilot door very perceptively, and pulled his comrade back into his lap.
Following Qiao Siqi out of the encirclement and wandering along the secluded path, the eight companions in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Fei held the walkie-talkie and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Qiao Siqi's reply was: "Our family."
Those two words made all the friends feel warm in their hearts.
Qi Yan was also quite moved, but he had more important things to do right now, so after Song Fei finished talking, he naturally took the walkie-talkie over, handed it to anyone in the back row, and then straightened the BF on his lap, looking at his nose and nose. Xin: "Josie Qi can't do things with his head, so you just follow him and run inside regardless?"
Qi Yan's attitude can't be considered bad, but it certainly can't be compared with gentleness. It looks gentle, but it is stern. It's the prelude to the kind of hate that Song Fei is very familiar with, but it's covered with a layer of "I'm not angry, I'm rational." I'm talking to you nicely" veil of hypocrisy.
Song Fei was a little upset, and more importantly, he felt that this matter was justified: "The big speakers in the stadium broadcast the news, who would have thought that the entire army would be wiped out inside, and normal people would think that the inside is a safe zone, right? Standing by the police, it will definitely be regarded as guarding!"
"Have you listened to the radio carefully? Have you listened carefully to the international news? The virus broke out in 28 countries. Use your brains. When we found the radio, the news had spread to 32 countries! That's not news, it's just a regular schedule A recording played in a fixed-point loop!"
"..."
Song Fei was so embarrassed that he couldn't hold back his face. After all, the car was full of friends, not just two people in private. No, even if there were only two of them now, he would still be depressed if he was ridiculed like this!
28, 32, ghosts can tell the difference! ! !
Song Fei looked at his companions in the back row as if asking for proof. Although the five companions sympathized, they were inexplicably frightened and not angry.
But in a dark corner where no one saw, a hand quietly pressed the call button of the walkie-talkie.
In the red jeep, an electric tone suddenly came from the intercom placed in front of the windshield.
Qiao Siqi thought his partner had something to say, and was about to go get it when he heard Qi Yan's deep voice from inside—
"When will you stop being impulsive?"
Qiao Siqi froze for a moment, continued to hold the steering wheel, and drove his own car, but only pricked up his ears.
"Why do you never speak up when I do the right thing, and criticize when I do something wrong, and I did nothing wrong. Who would remember the number of infected countries in the international news like you are crazy!"
The members of the jeep team looked at each other, cheered up, and they all read the same excitement in each other's eyes - yo, quarrel!
"No one tells you to remember the number of countries. I just hope that you will think about it when you do anything in the future. I have said this eight hundred times!"
"I've told you eight thousand times. I'm just like this. I can't change it. If you can bear it, you can bear it. If you can't, then... um—"
"Bah! What kind of routine is it to say something that doesn't agree!"
"Do you dare to say those two words again?"
"...I'm fucking going to break you down. If you don't like me, then please stop teasing me!"
"If I don't like you, why do I want to be with you if I stalk you?"
"But you never said you liked me, you just know how to scold me, scold me, criticize..."
"I like you."
"Fuck, I mean..."
"I love you."
"Listen to what I have to say..."
"I can't do without you, don't you want me."
"..."
That's the end of the conversation.
That gloomy little hand couldn't continue to press the keys because it suffered ten thousand points of damage.
There was no sound in the jeep.
Three consecutive hits of love words, frenzied, destroying the world.
Suddenly a slender hand stretched out from the back row and grabbed the walkie-talkie.
In the next second, Xiao Lei's sincere call was heard in the entire BMW car——
"Are you hugged? Are you kissed? Are you reconciled? Song Fei, if you really can't get over the hurdles in your heart, don't force yourself. If you don't agree with the three views, you can't fall in love. Let me do it!"
Eight comrades in arms: "..."
Jeep Six Comrades: "..."
Luo Geng looked at the boundless world wearily, loving someone is so difficult.
Obviously wanting to watch the excitement, but the cold dog food was slapped on the face indiscriminately. The martial arts students had nothing to love, so they decided to temporarily block all signals from the outside world, including pornography, gambling and drugs.
But the two shameless class cadres who had the rare opportunity to open their hearts and minds didn't notice it, and they were bored, leaning on each other, and rubbing each other's ears.
It was impossible for Qi Yan in the past to say those things. He thought that whether he liked it or not, it was all reflected in his behavior. He couldn't do a single thing after saying a thousand words, so why talk about those gaudy things.
But in getting along after getting back together, he gradually became enlightened. Until just now, he completely understood that no matter how close two people are, their hearts are separated by layers of flesh and blood. Some words cannot be hidden, and some feelings cannot be kept silent. Frozen, silent, at first the other party could still believe that these things were there, but after hiding them for a long time, the other party had no idea.
The reason why he can be so much more down-to-earth than Song Fei in getting along is because Song Fei never hesitates to express, and never says ambiguous words. Looking back now, during the time we got together before the breakup, Song Fei had already changed, no longer showing emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy on his face, sometimes he seemed to want to say something, but he smiled and said it was okay.
Song Fei said it was okay, so he really thought it was okay, until one day they had a quarrel and this person broke up.
Fortunately, now that straightforward Song Fei is back.
Still pretty grueling, but he was sour, and had a dire tendency to visually become obsessed with it.
It is Qi Yan's fine tradition to sum up experience, learn lessons and never repeat the same mistakes. So taking advantage of the good atmosphere at this moment, he bit Song Fei's ear in the slight bumps, and seriously promised: "If you like to listen, I will talk about it every day from now on."
"You don't need to say it every day..." Song Fei rubbed his itchy ears uncomfortably, "But you have to come here every now and then, if you just slap Tianzao, how pitiful I am..."
"Well, less slaps and more dates," Qi Yan curled his lips, "Then it's the same for you, if you have something to say, just say it, don't keep it in your heart, I'm slow..."
Song Fei: "Then I really said it?"
Qi Yan: "Huh?"
Song Fei: "Last semester, there was a school girl who chased you, but she gave up later, and spread the news that you are gay, remember?"
Qi Yan: "Unforgettable forever, what's wrong?"
Song Fei: "Uh, I helped you come out to her..."
Qi Yan: "..."
Song Fei: "..."
Qi Yan: "When I get to Qiao Siqi's house later, find an empty room, come here, and I promise I won't slap you in the face."
Song Fei: "... Who would pass this 10% off guarantee!!!"