Shuangshu Fighting Zombies started suddenly, closed neatly, but only for a moment before and after, it was only enough for the male students to run up to the second floor, but far from warming the bath water, so the comrades still have enough time to review and analyze this should not be. The tragedy that happened... and the scene that cannot be explained in words.
Kuang Ye: "The TV cabinet..."
Lin Dilei: "I did it."
Fu Xiyuan: "Puzzle..."
Lin Dilei: "I did it too."
Luo Geng: "Fatal attack..."
Huang Mo: "This is me."
Zhao He: "Where did the boning knife come from..."
Huang Mo: "Secret."
Song Fei: "No, none of you are curious about this strange bed no matter how you look at it!"
Ma Weisen: "Don't change the subject, how did you two check the room?"
Qi Yan: "That's what I think. Shouldn't we find some pots and pans before the leaking water soaks the floor?"
All comrades: "..."
Qiao Siqi: "Damn! My dad must kill me!!!"
The bed was replaced by Qiao Siqi later, but the floor belonged to the landlord, and the lease contract was signed by Joe's father and the landlord. Once something happened, Qiao's father would know it immediately, and even Qiao Siqi can imagine it now process-
What? My son soaked your floor
right.
My Feng Shui fish tank is broken
No, the water bed was leaking.
That's okay... shit! That bastard bought a water bed? !
— which is simply a disastrous follow-up story.
So for the next more than an hour, the comrades in the Wusheng class did nothing else, including Xiao Lei and Huang Banxian, all gathered in Qiao's bedroom, holding various water containers, and Wusheng 12 worked in two shifts. The first shift is full, the second shift is replaced, and after the former rushes to the bathroom and dumps it back, the shift is changed again, and the cycle repeats.
Originally, there were not eight leaking points on the water bed, but later it was found that the water discharge speed was too slow. Qiao classmate waved his arm, and it was scrapped anyway. How efficient can be. The little friends with sore backs were overjoyed and stabbed a few more times, which was a joy to stab.
After the water was released, it was dark.
The exhausted friends went back downstairs and sat slumped in the living room, resting while looking at the bloodstains on the wall and on the ground...
"Jonhs," Song Fei looked at the red and white walls thoughtfully, "the whole country is in chaos, if you can survive it is a narrow escape, are you sure the landlord still cares about the floor being soaked?"
"Sure," Qiao Siqi didn't hesitate at all, "Maybe I won't care about it at first, but when everything returns to the right track, I will definitely settle my score after the fall."
Song Fei narrowed his eyes: "If this is the case..."
"Huh?" Qiao Siqi took a tight breath, always feeling that something unknown was going to happen again.
"We still have to wipe the floor and the wall."
"..." It really is very unknown!
There were wailing sounds in the living room, but when I thought about it, even if the landlord didn't pursue it, the harbor of this house was built by myself, and it was estimated that I would live there for a long time. .
Well, the zombies are all beaten, so there is no need for a big cleaning.
I tidied up the house in one go, took a shower and changed clothes, and went to Joskey's closet for any clothes to change—of course, the other half of the space that hadn't been hidden by zombies—all the dust had settled, and it was nearly ten o'clock at night.
The rain finally started to fall, and the rapid raindrops hit the windows, not like the end of winter, but like early summer.
The male students in the Wusheng class nestled on the sofa in the living room waiting to be fed. If they didn't get a seat, they moved the coffee table away and sat on the carpet below.
Song Fei played light music on her mobile phone, cheerful and gentle, listening to it with her eyes closed, as if returning to her carefree childhood.
It turns out that the local music library of the class cadres is not all insane—a few comrades who have been drowsy, thinking aimlessly in their gradually lax consciousness.
The backs of the open kitchen are Lin Dilei and Huang Mo. They are almost busy with their work, and the aroma of dishes is filling every corner with the notes.
The long-lost, cozy night.
There is no need to sneak on the moon, no planning the way forward, no need to beware of zombies, just like countless nights lying on the bed in the dormitory, sleeping heartlessly, snoring like a peaceful pig.
"Dinner is ready—"
A call brought back the souls of those who were asleep, those who were squinting, those who were awake but also emptied.
Instinctively following the prestige, Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, who were serving delicious food under the warm lights, were as beautiful as this hard-won peaceful night.
"Just this extravagant meal, I have to save some food later."
Sixteen friends sat or stood around the dining table in a circle of varying heights, with sharp dishes, a dozen pairs of chopsticks went down, and they bottomed out in an instant.
While devouring, the comrades heard the reminder from Xiao Minei.
He Zhiwen swallowed a big mouthful of food, and finally managed to make a sound: "Sixteen people eating four dishes and one soup is a luxury!?"
"It's four 'pots' of vegetables and one 'pot' of soup." Lin Dilei angrily wanted to hit him on the head, but when her hand was in front of her, she unconsciously changed it to pinching his face. Although student He has lost some weight these days, his round face is still invincible.
"Just talk well, why do you need to get started..."
He Zhiwen, who felt that he was being taken advantage of and was not sure whether he was suffering or not, muttered this sentence to himself, and did not dare to make any mistakes, so he forced to eat in a daze.
"Save the food in the refrigerator, how long can you eat it?" Wang Qingyuan finally asked a serious question.
Lin Dilei looked at Huang Mo.
The latter thought for a while: "Including our leftover jerky, two boxes of instant noodles, and the whole bag of unopened expired flour, it will take half a month."
Ma Weisen: "Only half a month?!"
Qiao Siqi: "What do you think, we have sixteen mouths."
Song Fei: "Well, no one cares about another bag of expired flour..."
Joskey: "I bought it."
Mavison: "Why buy expired flour?"
Qiao Siqi: "... Of course it didn't expire when I bought it!!!"
After a meal, the comrades-in-arms finally had an idea of their prospects for survival.
Thanks to Qiao’s bag of flour that was originally intended to be used to learn how to steam steamed buns so that he could show his father who loves pasta when he goes home during the summer vacation. After opening the bag, it was as white as frost, with no signs of damp or mildew—this is a real staple food, otherwise it would be difficult to support sixteen flowers of the motherland for a long time with the fish and eggs in the refrigerator.
But half a month is actually not long.
"Let's see when the time comes," Qi Yan said while helping to clean up the dishes, "If it doesn't work, we can only go to the airdrop point to find supplies."
Zhao He frowned: "The question is where is the airdrop point?"
Fu Xiyuan reminded him: "Didn't you see it outside the community during the day, it's not far in that direction."
"It's not a problem to locate the exact location of the airdrop." He Zhiwen firmly remembered the scene of the airdrop at noon. "As far as the altitude and direction of the plane are flying, we can see it standing in front of the kitchen window. What matters is how to get there."
Kuang Ye: "We have all broken out of the university town, the airdrop point is right in front of us, what a joke!"
Mavison: "Who gave you the confidence..."
Kuang Ye: "You."
Mavison: "Huh?"
Kuang Ye: "When I see you, I feel that you are very positive, fearless and upright."
Ma Weisen: "...Squad leader, don't worry about campus bullying!"
Seeing that the collective cohesion was about to crumble under the pressure of eating and drinking, the leaders of the Song class rushed everyone to find Duke Zhou.
Qiao Siqi's house has five bedrooms and two living rooms. Apart from his own bedroom, the other rooms also have all the bedding. It was not so complete at first, but later the whole class always came to the "opening meeting".
But now, the master bedroom has become the worst place, the water mattress is completely scrapped, and the hard bed frame is left, so it can only be used as the floor.
In the end, two girls lived in one house, three swordsmen in the sports academy lived in one house, Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu, Luo Geng, and Kuang Ye lived in one house, Song Fei, Qi Yan, and Ma Weisen lived in one house, He Zhiwen, Feng Qibai, and Wang Qing Yuan and Li Jingyu live in the same room.
There is no mandatory rule about who sleeps with whom, just look pleasing to the eye, free combination, can squeeze three squeeze three, can squeeze four four squeeze four, of course there are Song Fei, Qi Yan who are not willing Those inserted in the middle, and those like Ma Weisen who would rather be a one-kilowatt light bulb than hug their thighs for security.
The rain is gradually getting smaller, with less rush and urgency, and a little more quiet and gentle.
Song Fei closed his eyes, but he could hear clearly.
He can't sleep.
On an exhausting day, he was supposed to fall asleep, but he was so awake that he didn't even feel sleepy at all. He didn't even feel tired, his body seemed to suddenly become as light as his soul, and he was gradually floating off the bed.
"Can't sleep?"
The hand on his waist suddenly hugged him lightly.
Song Fei was in a trance for a moment, and the body that was floating upwards seemed to fall back to the bed again, feeling more at ease than ever before.
"Yeah." Song Fei responded softly, and leaned into Qi Yan's arms again.
Wilson, who didn't even realize that he was separated by the class leader by several centimeters, slept soundly, snoring frequently and sonorously.
Qi Yan bit his ear, and blew hot air into it: "Go to the living room."
Get up in fear, close the door carefully, and tiptoe down the stairs.
Song Fei didn't know what Qi Yan was going to do with him, well, he really didn't know at all... Wait, why is there a floor lamp in the living room and there are one, two, three, four, five, six or seven comrades sitting in the shadow of the sofa like gourd babies what! ! !
"You two can't sleep either?" Li Jingyu blinked and asked innocently.
Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at each other...
"yes."
Dark heads gathered in the living room, only the two female classmates, the Three Musketeers of the Sports Academy, Ma Weisen and Qiao Siqi were left sleeping soundly.
It is a blessing to be able to fall asleep, so the nine comrades are very envious ... criticizing these seven one by one behind their backs!
Who made them not fit in!
But criticism belongs to criticism, after all, no one really disturbs the dreams of these little friends.
Zhou Yilu pushed Luo Geng aside, forcing Qi Yan and Song Fei to make room for one-third of an acre of land.
When two people sat in, the sofa was obviously overloaded, but this kind of crowding gradually diluted the culprit of insomnia among the friends—the sense of unreality.
Yes, after going through too long and arduous battles, the peace in front of me is as sweet as a dream.
The friends who can't sleep, maybe at a deeper level, they dare not sleep, afraid that if they wake up, the dream will disappear.
"Say something," Song Fei broke the silence, "Just sitting like this, how silly."
Feng Qibai rarely showed a smile: "What are you talking about?"
Song Fei spread his hands: "Let's chat casually."
Zhou Lu: "Then I want to interview you how you two see each other."
Song Fei: "Personal privacy, nothing to share..."
Qi Yan: "He teased me first."
Song Fei: "You..."
Wang Qingyuan: "Didn't you say that Qi Yan chased you?"
Song Fei: "I..."
Luo Geng: "Scheming boy."
Song Fei: "Fuck, I can't talk today!"
The night talk went on without order one after another, and it continued until dawn like this.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and when the first ray of sunlight came through the clouds, the nine comrades-in-arms were using their mobile phones to compare the looks of their parents—except for those whose mobile phones had been sacrificed.
In the end, the comparison failed, because everyone felt that their parents' facial features were the most impeccable.
But there is one thing, the comrades still reached a consensus—
"He Zhiqian, how did you perfectly avoid all the good points on the faces of your uncles and aunts?"
The seven comrades who were full of sleep did not know why the other part of the friends would sleep until noon.
And the nine comrades-in-arms who slipped back to the room before full daylight finally fell asleep, and even several of them returned home in the dream.
Eighteen days later, at noon.
Luo Geng: "Do you think they are..."
Josh: "Sure."
Zhou Lu: "Did you see it?"
Fu Xiyuan: "It remains to be seen. Ma Weisen's big light bulb has automatically changed to another house. Can the two of them let go of this favorable time and place?"
Kuang Ye: "Tsk, what a fire."
Lin Dilei: "There are girls, be careful..."
Luo Geng: "Sorry, sorry."
Lin Dilei: "The words are so obscure, how can we understand them?"
Luo Geng: "..."
Feng Qibai: "Actually, after seeing it for a long time, it's quite a match."
Ma Weisen: "It's more than a match, look at the back of you and me, you are definitely an old couple."
Huang Mo: "Love makes people hardworking."
Li Jingyu: "Yes, the two of them have contracted the kitchen for three consecutive days."
He Zhi asked: "But I really don't want to drink pimple soup anymore..."
Huang Mo: "Today is egg cake."
He Zhi asked, "Oh?"
Li Jingyu: "Can't you properly conceal the foodie's surprise!"
Wu Zhou: "Zhao He."
Zhao He: "Huh?"
Wu Zhou: "Can you put down the utility knife? It really can't be used to shave hair and kill people..."
In the open kitchen, the cadres of the two squads with their backs to fourteen comrades in arms wanted to ignore the chatter behind them, but failed.
Song Fei sighed, and beat the last egg into the batter, feeling extremely regretful: "Sure enough, Ma Weisen should have been stopped yesterday..."
Qi Yan stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, it was very hard for him not to raise the corners of his mouth too much, and tried to make his voice sound very upright: "Considering the objective conditions and your physical condition, I only used Thirty percent talent."
Song Fei threw an eggshell at BF's face: "Get out."
Qi Yan greeted her face calmly, as happy as a cabbage flower.
In the sky not far away, three planes appeared on time, dispersed in an instant, and one circled in place.
These days, every day.
Song Fei withdrew his gaze, looked at the batter for a long time: "From tomorrow, we have to go there too."
Qi Yan didn't make a sound, just held his hand firmly.
This is the last food. After today, they will embark on the journey again.
Song Fei did not dare to say that he was not afraid. What he would meet on the way to the airdrop, and whether he would fight with other people when he arrived at the airdrop location, were all unpredictable. But he knows that Qi Yan is there, his comrades are there, and his family is still waiting for his return, so no matter what is waiting for him ahead, he will fight it desperately.
"Don't think about it," Qi Yan put his arm around his shoulders, "I'll talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow, there are still more than a dozen mouths waiting for our egg pancakes."
Song Fei laughed unhappily and let go of the tense strings, but he still asked worriedly: "Is the location of the airdrop point okay?"
"No problem." Qi Yan said, "You have also seen it, every day is at this time, this location, we have repeatedly confirmed that it is the affiliated elementary school."
Song Fei nodded, feeling quite emotional: "So, how important is the school district housing..."
Qi Yan smiled: "Then let's buy it in the future."
Song Fei was stunned for a long time before digesting this sentence. Just as he was about to express the sweetness of "the future BF will build a love nest with him", he suddenly felt something strange: "... I have already graduated from university, what school district do I need?" !"
Qi Yanle made a sound, the more he looked at Song Fei, the happier he became, his eyes were full of colorful bubbles...
"Qi Yan." Song Fei suddenly stopped joking and called out his name seriously.
Qi Yan sensed something was wrong, and was about to ask what's wrong, when Song Fei suddenly turned around and shouted to his comrades in the living room: "You guys come quickly—"
In the kitchen, sixteen friends huddled together, no one spoke, just looked out the window quietly.
Qiao Siqi cried first, and then everyone cried.
That was the first time Song Fei saw Qi Yan cry.
Under the blue sky, umbrella flowers are blooming, but in the center of the flowers are no longer rescue supplies, but soldiers with guns tied to their chests.
On the forty-ninth day when the corpse tide broke out, the light rain turned fine, and spring began.
The author has something to say: This is the end of the text. Tomorrow I will continue to write extra episodes. After fighting so hard for so long, I always want to have some leisurely time~~
They are not big heroes who save the world, but little warriors who save themselves. I like them, and I hope you like them too. Cover your face with shame~~
Then this article will publish a personal blog, friends who like it can pay attention to my Weibo~~ This book and ghost clothes will be published in the second half of the year→_→
In the end, I love all the friends below. Without you, there would be no Sangbing University, because you are my source of motivation! group~~~~~