On the day when the communication was fully restored, the comrades in arms of the Wusheng class were taking different trains and embarking on their respective homeward journeys.
Although the military equipment has been used to contact the family in advance, resources are tight and time is short. Therefore, when the mobile phone signal suddenly recovered, the first reaction of all the friends who did not sacrifice their phones in the battle was to call their parents.
The signal on the bumpy railway track was very poor, and almost the whole train was dialing at the same time. When they finally heard their parents' voices, many people's trains had already entered their hometowns.
Hugs, reunions, and crying.
The same scene plays out at each different train station.
These families are lucky, because there are still many families who can't wait for their wanderers to come back.
That was the most unforgettable spring that Song Fei had spent in the past twenty years, maybe even in this life.
The rescue progress and post-disaster reconstruction are broadcast on TV every day. He watched the mountains and rivers rejuvenate and the city return to peace. Sometimes, tears filled his eyes without knowing it.
This catastrophe that swept across most of the world finally came to an end when early summer came.
When the last zombie was killed in Africa, the virus was finally controlled. Although its origin remains a mystery, people have finally bought themselves time to study it, and even conquer it outright.
At that time, most of the post-disaster reconstruction in China had been completed.
After all, the infected are still flesh and blood, and the damage caused to the city is much smaller than natural disasters and wars.
Watching the city gradually restore its former appearance, people's hearts are also slowly healing. The streets and alleys are getting busier and bustling day by day, and life is gradually returning to the right track.
When the sixteen little friends finally hooked up and finally found a day for all members to go online collectively, it was already July and the summer heat.
Beijing time, at 8:57 in the morning, the sun was shining.
Song Fei sat in front of the newly bought all-in-one computer, skillfully operated the mouse, and with the stalwart posture of the class leader, clicked on the Q group of the martial arts class that had finally assembled the last lost comrade He Zhiwen last month.
Finally, the time in the lower right corner of the computer changed to nine o'clock, and Song Fei clicked decisively to initiate a multi-person video.
Two minutes later, the faces of all the friends appeared on the screen. One block is next to another, but fortunately Song Fei's all-in-one computer has a big enough screen to see who is who.
"hello… "
"I'll go, this densely packed human head..."
"good morning… "
"I miss you all!"
"Be safe."
"Zhao He, close the curtains, your head is too reflective..."
"Is there anyone listening to me!"
"Why do you ask what you eat?"
"I should get a bigger phone..."
A dozen or so friends spoke together, the scene was quite spectacular, the sound was so close to the magic sound that Song Fei's head almost exploded—
"Shut up!"
The world was instantly quiet.
a long time.
All the friends heard a strange and obviously aged voice—
"Your squad leader is very intimidating, not bad."
If it was quiet just now, it is dead still now.
Whether they are facing the computer, holding a tablet, or holding a mobile phone, the martial arts students are all motionless, only frantically looking for more than a dozen video frames with their eyes...
Soon, classmate Qiao’s exclamation came from the video—
"dad?!"
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With precise positioning, the friends finally saw the middle-aged man in Qiao Siqi's video frame.
Joe's father is completely different from his idle son. Although he only showed his face, he has an extraordinary bearing and looks like a Confucian businessman. If he dresses up in a youthful way, he is definitely a charming uncle who can fascinate countless girls.
However, the friends in the martial arts class are not fans after all.
No matter how handsome Father Qiao is, he is still a father. This is like making an appointment to play at the house of a classmate whose parents are definitely not at home. A group of friends arrive happily, kicking the door at random, shouting, Er Fei, here we come. As a result, when the door opened, it was the smiling face of a loving father.
This is very embarrassing.
"Cough, um, didn't you go to the company?" Facing the subtle expressions of his comrades in arms, Qiao Siqi could only bite the bullet and "communicate" with his own father.
"No hurry," Qiao's father was amiable, "I also want to get acquainted with young classmates like you."
Qiao Siqi almost blurted out "They don't want to know you", but he was still a little afraid of his father in his heart, so he could only introduce all his comrades one by one—
"This is Song Fei..."
"Hello, Uncle."
"This is Qi Yan."
"Hello, Uncle."
"Every Monday..."
"Hello, Uncle."
"..."
The fifteen little friends pointed at the camera obediently, and even those lying down got up and sat upright, dignified like a bride-to-be, waiting for the Qiao family to inspect.
Finally, after the introduction, Qiao Siqi breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his father expectantly.
Father Qiao looked back quietly, with pure and innocent eyes.
Qiao Siqi was desperate, so he went all out, and said his heart in a half-complaining and half-consulting tone: "You are sitting here, how can we talk..."
As soon as the words fell, Father Qiao flashed out of the video frame.
Then all the little friends didn't see him but only heard his voice: "It's fine now. If you talk about yourself, just pretend that I don't exist."
After a long, quiet minute.
Joskey: "Uh, how are you all doing?"
Song Fei: "Oh, it's pretty good."
Zhou Lu: "Well, what about you?"
Qiao Siqi: "It's also very good."
Luo Geng: "I don't know when the school will start."
Qi Yan: "It's almost time."
Zhao He: "I'm really looking forward to it."
Feng Qibai: "Yeah, I don't know how the students are doing, I really miss them..."
He Zhi asked: "Ahem..."
Li Jingyu: "Xiao He, are you okay?"
He Zhi asked: "No, no, I'm fine, ha ha."
Ma Weisen: "How many times have I said, eat slowly, don't always worry us."
He Zhi asked: "..."
Huang Mo: "Are you going to make up CET-4 or CET-6 after the school starts?"
Lin Dilei: "No notice yet."
Fu Xiyuan: "Whether we know it or not, we should all learn."
Wu Zhou: "That's right, you can't waste your good time on having fun."
Kuang Ye: "... how are you all doing?"
All comrades in arms: "Josi Qi asked about this."
Kuang Ye: "Then you all have to leave me a healthy topic!"
I don't know if it's because he watched the flowers of the motherland stretched too hard, but Qiao's father finally lenient and left the room.
Before leaving, he went back to the camera and said goodbye to his friends: "Nice to meet you, you are all good boys."
Fifteen friends smiled and waved to say goodbye to uncle, and each video frame was [beautiful.jpg].
As the door of Classmate Qiao's bedroom was closed from the outside, everyone was completely paralyzed, more tired than fighting a wave of zombies.
"Now you all know how hard I have worked." Qiao Siqi clutched his chest, "The scariest thing in the world is not the generation gap between you and your father, but your father insisting on being your friend!"
Wu Zhou brought out the red sausage and kvass again. He ate a drink and a mouthful of sausage. He ate deliciously: "Don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know your blessings. Such an enlightened father can't be begged by many people."
Kuang Ye: "That is, it's good to be friends, equal and respect each other, and convince people with reason."
Qiao Siqi: "When he wants to talk to you, he is a friend. When Fat beats you, he is a father. You want to give it to you."
Kuang Ye: "..."
Wu Zhou: "..."
He Zhi asked: "Mom, don't give it to me, I really can't eat it..."
All comrades in arms: "... Where is the mother again?!"
Multi-person videos are risky, so be cautious in your speech and behavior.
Finally, when the video frame of He Zhiwen stopped showing more oranges and watermelons, the friends completely relaxed.
In fact, there is no theme in this video, it is just that we have been separated for a few months, and we miss each other a bit.
But the comrades-in-arms in the martial arts class would never say this clearly.
Their comradely love for each other is reflected in "Come, let's hurt each other"—
He Zhi asked: "You have grown three centimeters taller? So you are now 1.7 meters tall?"
Li Jingyu: "1.71 meters!"
Zhao He: "Feng Qibai, have you cut your hair?"
Feng Qibai: "The eyes are quite thieves."
Zhao He: "Why cut it so short?"
Feng Qibai: "It looked too decadent before, change your style."
Zhao He: "I still like long hair."
Feng Qibai: "Your words are not convincing at all!"
Qiao Siqi: "Wilson, did you buy a car again?"
Ma Weisen: "Yo, you found out."
Qiao Siqi: "You're almost under the camera..."
Ma Weisen: "Out-of-print Harley, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it!"
Luo Geng: "I just want to know why the motorcycle is put in the bedroom..."
Mavison: "My dad won't let me put me on the bed."
Luo Geng: "Your father is a true friend..."
Zhou Lu: "Jasper, don't make trouble!"
All comrades: "..."
Another sudden silence.
This video is really ups and downs.
All the friends focused their attention on Zhou Lv, and saw the fresh living room with log color and green plants in the video frame, and the owner with the English name had already jumped on the shoulder of Zhou next classmate, and was standing on the armrest of the sofa not far away On the ground, staring at this own country.
Lin Dilei: "So cute!"
Huang Mo: "How old are you?"
The girls stared instantly.
Zhou Yilu got up and went over, regardless of the disgust on his face, he directly hugged the black and white master meow in his arms, then sat back in front of the camera, pinched the small pad to let others wave to his comrades, and deliberately pinched his voice to dub: " Hello, hello, my name is Jasper, I am only half a year old now, and I was just adopted by the shit shovel officer... "
Before the friends could react, Luo Geng also conjured up a master, and sang against Zhou Lv: "Hi Jasper, I'm Snow White, you have to call me Brother..."
Zhou Lv came alive: "Hi Snow White, it was my fault that I couldn't understand Luo Geng's love for you..."
Luo Geng's old consolation: "Isn't that right, is it right, how enjoyable it is to pet a cat, you'll only know it after raising it!"
Comrades: "..."
In view of the fact that cats are really soft and cute, the friends decided to forgive the insane pseudo-children's voice of comrade surnamed Zhou and the pervert of comrade surnamed Luo who named a male cat Snow White!
But not everyone is addicted to the dream world of Yunlumao—
Joskey: "Jas..."
Mavison: "per?"
Song Fei understood their feelings. After all, they were all in the alphabet. When Zhou Lv called them English names in the future, he might think of pinching their little fleshy claws. Everyone would feel very complicated.
"Little Landmine," Luo Geng said suddenly after putting down Snow White, "look at the camera."
Lin Dilei was called out without warning, and Lin Dilei did it reflexively.
As a result, Luo Geng decisively took a screenshot and sent it to another friend on Q.
Lin Dilei didn't react until the little penguin's reminder sounded, and asked a little unhappy: "Who did you take the photo for?"
Luo Geng didn't answer, and stared blankly at the screen for a long time before complaining sadly: "My mother said that I am a toad丨 wanting to eat swan meat... Is this really my own mother!"
Lin Dilei was stunned.
The unkind friends shed tears of joy.
After talking nonsense for more than two hours, it was not until Wang Qingyuan had something to leave that the off-site class meeting came to an end.
Watching the friends disconnect one by one, Song Fei didn't move for some reason.
Qi Yan didn't move either.
In the end, only the two of them remained.
For a long time, no one spoke, just looked at each other, quietly, with a faint smile.
"Have you seen enough?" In the end, Song Fei couldn't hold back and broke the silence.
Qi Yan raised the corner of his mouth, and faintly said a word: "No."
Song Fei simply stood up and took two steps back, turning around twice: "This time is enough."
Qi Yan shook his head dissatisfied: "Too many clothes, bad review."
Song Fei looked at the vest and shorts on his body suspiciously, and reminded BF: "If you take it off again, I should be invited to drink tea by the Internet police."
Qi Yanle stopped teasing him, and became serious: "Is everything all right at home?"
Song Fei's father fell down the stairs and broke his arm in order to save others. Although it wasn't too dangerous, but he had been injured for a hundred days, and when he first saw his father with his arms hanging in white bandages at the train station, he still scared half of Song Fei's life.
He only talked about this matter with Qi Yan, so although Qi Yan asked about his family now, he knew that it was his father's injury.
"The plaster cast was removed, and the doctor said that the recovery is very good, and it will not affect the future."
"That's good."
No more words.
Song Fei found that if they didn't fight each other, it would be easy for the two of them to make the air suddenly quiet.
This kind of quietness is easy to embarrass, but it is also easy to make people feel the emotion to say something in their hearts—
"thanks."
There are only two words, but they have been hidden in Song Fei's stomach for several months.
Qi Yan was really unprepared for this, and couldn't figure it out for a long time, so he could only ask, "Thank me for what?"
"Everything." Started, no matter how difficult it was, "Thank you for going back to the dormitory to find me when the accident happened, thank you for prying the elevator in Gewu Building to save me, thank you for helping me block the zombies along the way." , thank you... did not agree to break up."
Qi Yan blinked blankly, feeling hot inside for the first time.
Song Fei was amused by his sluggish appearance, his shyness was diluted, and his bad intentions rose again: "Hey, are you going to just listen to good things and not give back?"
Qi Yan asked blankly: "What do you want to hear?"
Song Fei opened his mouth and came: "You're welcome, this is what I should do. And without your wisdom, we would not be able to be rescued in the end. You are the torch, you are the lamp, and you are my only one..."
Qi Yan: "How many English words have you memorized?"
Song Fei: "..."
If you don't want to say it, don't say whether you want to retaliate so harshly!
Student Qi, who had completely recovered, never took advantage of this opportunity with Song Feike, and directly shattered his last hope: "School will start on September 1st."
Song Fei was stunned: "A notice has been sent?"
Qi Yan: "Not yet."
Song Fei: "Then how do you know?"
Qi Yan: "Internal news from the Student Union."
Song Fei: "... I hate the privileged class!"
When I ended the video with my BF, it was already noon, and the sun scorched the ground so hot that even the leaves were curling.
But Song Fei was as happy as a little swallow in spring.
When Song Fei's mother opened the door to call her son to eat, what she saw was the strange scene of her son circling around the room, and she was so frightened that she even forgot what she wanted to say.
But his son didn't mind, he just gave her a bear hug, as simple and pure as he was when he was a child.
Song Fei's mother's heart was melted by her son, and she even began to worry about the future—whether such a good son will marry a wife and forget his mother