A sleepless night.
It wasn't that Song Fei didn't want to sleep, but that it was too cold in the back kitchen without the heating. There is nothing on the ground that can keep it cool, so we don't use floor coverings anymore. The cleared counter is a good place to live, and it can isolate the cold air from the ground. However, the special window is different from the long back kitchen downstairs. How many copies are made, so the desk is not too big, and there is not much room left for two girls to lie on. So Lin Dilei and Huang Mo hugged each other on the desk, and the rest of the male students leaned against each other in the corner. Those who could fall asleep slept, and those who couldn't sleep squinted.
Finally, until dawn, Song Fei felt that his fingers and toes were a little stiff, and he stood up and moved around for a long time before slowly coming back.
Zhao He and the others are not much better, one counts as the other, they all have dark circles under their eyes, and they look extremely haggard. Song Fei finally understood that the fatigue on the faces of the students in Class 2 was not only caused by running for their lives, but also caused by lack of rest.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei got up the earliest and had already started cooking miso soup. The strong aroma of the miso and the heat from the stove warmed this cold morning.
Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, walked over to open the window, and the cold air rushed in, instantly refreshing his mind.
Outside is a world of white snow and ice, which is too beautiful to be true. The treetops, the ground, are covered with snow everywhere, shining crystal light under the new sun, like a bride's wedding veil, pure and transparent.
"This snow is heavy enough," Zhao He said strangely when he came behind Song Fei at some point, "It seems that there has never been such a heavy snowfall in the whole winter last year."
Wu Zhou, who just stole a spoonful of soup and was about to taste it, stopped when he heard this, and retorted: "Why not. I played once in early February, and the playground was unavailable for the whole day. The training in your department is not good. They all stopped."
Zhao He furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, recalling the hard time: "I don't have any memory at all..."
Huang Mo snatched back the spoon in Wu Zhou's hand, strangled the thief to death in the cradle, and then analyzed: "It probably melted too fast, so it always feels like it hasn't been dropped."
Wu Zhou reluctantly glanced at the soup that was almost in his mouth, and sighed: "Oh, this is in our Northeast, and it won't melt all winter, and it will be white until the beginning of spring."
"Fortunately, it's not in the Northeast. It's only a few degrees below zero and we can't stand the cold. If it's dozens of degrees below zero... Achoo! I don't dare to think about it." He Zhiwen rubbed his nose and looked not far away wondering Song Fei who was standing there looked down, the latter had been looking down for a long time, his neck was getting longer and longer, he wished he could go around to the back of the building, he was terrified, "Song Fei, be careful, don't fall!"
He Zhiwen reminded Song Fei whether he heard it or not. Zhao He, who was next to Song Fei, could hear it clearly, so he also felt strange, and gave him a punch with his arm: "What are you looking at?"
Song Fei finally retracted half of his body, and replied: "Zombie."
Last night, Song Fei told Class 2 about their combat experience and scientific research results. As for the battle experience, Song Fei bragged a little bit, but he didn't know if people could hear it, anyway, he enjoyed himself. However, he did not dare to adulterate the scientific research results at all. From the suspected zombie virus to the characteristics of the zombies themselves, he did a serious science popularization. Some students in class 2 fully agree, and some are skeptical, but believe it or not, at least they all accept the name "zombie". You can't just talk about a lunatic classmate and a monster classmate, it sounds awkward to yourself.
Zhao He glanced down wonderingly, the world was so vast, there was no shadow of a ghost: "There are no zombies here?"
"It's just strange that there isn't one," Song Fei was puzzled, "In the past, no matter what time of day, no matter day or night, there would always be zombies wandering around. Maybe there were more times when they smelled people or saw living people, and when they couldn't smell or see Just a few less, but not one, it's too strange."
Zhao He is relatively straight, so he can't understand Song Fei's endless twists and turns: "I'm afraid of the cold, whoever runs outside in a snowy day will freeze to death."
Song Fei subconsciously wanted to refute, the zombies have no pain and feel no pain, but they are still afraid of the cold, isn't it strange? But thinking about it again, maybe they can no longer be called human beings, but they are still some kind of creatures. Since they can retain certain behaviors and habits during their lifetime, the most basic physiological characteristics of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages are also retained, which seems to be nothing. impossible.
"Dinner's ready—" Lin Dilei lined up the stone pots on the clean table, and while Huang Mo was pouring soup into it, she greeted Song Fei and Zhao He, "Close the windows quickly, it's freezing Dead. Come and drink the soup first, and then give advice after you two finish drinking."
In a blink of an eye, eight people gathered at the desk, and there was no stool, so they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei was still pondering whether the zombies were afraid of the cold, and his movements were a little slow. When he recovered, the seven friends had already taken them out, leaving only one. Fortunately, they were all steaming hot, and there was no distinction between first come and first served, so he picked up his share in the tangy sauce with full expectation...
The footsteps that were about to turn around stopped, and Song Fei held the stone pot in front of his eyes again, making sure that he heard the sound of broken dreams.
There was a lot of noise.
Crackling.
bang.
click.
—It seems that he is not the only one who is broken.
"Sister," Sui said sadly on behalf of classmate Wu Zhou, "I can understand that you don't cook in a stone pot and use a large spoon to cook. After all, we don't need to pay attention to food after all. Tofu, beef, mushrooms, clams, isn't it too cruel to just make a handful of bean sprouts!"
Huang Mo took a sip of the soup calmly and enjoyed the aroma of the sauce on the tip of his tongue before putting down the stone pot and spreading his hands innocently: "The tofu is rotten, and I can't help it."
Wuzhou Heixian, everyone saw that the tofu was rotten the day I came here, but: "Isn't there still beef in the freezer, and there are a lot of dried shiitake mushrooms in the whole bag."
Huang Mo looked at him quietly, just watched, without saying a word.
Wu Zhou fell silent after speaking. Huang Mo's expression was obviously very soft, but he always felt that the other party's glasses would fly out at any time and cut his throat.
In fact, Huang Mo's feeling is completely different from that of Lin Dilei. The latter stands there even if he doesn't speak, and he is full of presence. If he doesn't pretend to be gentle, the oppression will be overwhelming. But Huang Mo is inconspicuous most of the time, she is also small, and has almost no aura, but the strange thing is that if she catches you, you seem to be sucked into those eyes, Can't get out again. Then you will be led or relaxed, or tense, as if there is an invisible force holding you back.
Finally, Huang Mo opened his mouth and explained peacefully: "We can eat whatever we want, at worst, we will die if we get addicted. But if you think this is a protracted war, the food distribution must be scientifically planned, and the minimum consumption should be maximized. efficiency. What do you think?"
Wu Zhou swallowed, quickly lowered his head and began to drink soup hard.
Zhao He, who had been listening, was convinced: "Women are careful, no wonder my father always said that my mother can hold up half the sky."
Huang Mo was stunned, not knowing how to answer it.
Zhao He thought she was dissatisfied, and immediately changed his words: "You can support three quarters!"
Embarrassed by Huang Mo, it took him a long time to say "thank you", and then he lowered his head to drink the soup without looking up again.
Zhao He vaguely felt that he was talking coldly again, but it wasn't once or twice that he didn't know how to chat with girls. He shrugged and started his journey of bean sprouts breakfast.
It doesn't take much time to just drink the soup, and within ten minutes, the pot in everyone's hands has bottomed out. Although the ingredients in the soup are lacking, the hot soup in a stone pot really warms up the person.
There was still no sign of zombies outside, Song Fei and Lin Dilei were eager to meet up with their friends, and they didn't care about worrying so much, so they said goodbye to Class 2 students.
Huang Mo glanced down, a little worried: "Although this is the second floor, it's also very high, you just jump down like this?"
Fu Xiyuan also looked down, and said doubtfully: "It's not too high, it's no problem to jump directly."
Huang Mo looked up at Fu Xiyuan.
Fu Xiyuan looked down at Huang Mo.
The height difference made each other a little embarrassed.
This is a modern version of the story of the pony crossing the river. Uncle Niu thinks it is shallow, but the little squirrel thinks it is deep, so in the story the pony went home to ask his mother. But right now, Song Xiaoma has a very clear self-awareness: "Jumping directly is the easiest way to sprain your feet."
Zhao He asked: "Then your rope is gone, how are you going to get down?"
Song Fei chuckled and looked around the audience.
The students in Class 2 of Wusheng felt a sense of ominousness.
Five minutes later, everyone gathered together. Zhao He, the one with the longest arm, raised his mobile phone, clicked, and fixed the eight faces of unity and friendship into a photo through the front camera with its own beauty.
After Zhao He handed the phone back to Song Fei, the five male students in Class 2 of Wusheng began to undress.
Huang Mo stepped aside, and couldn't help admiring it generously. Anyway, he just took off his shirt, so it's okay to have a look.
A few minutes later, a cloth rope made of sweaters, T-shirts, autumn clothes, etc. hung down from the window on the second floor. A giant white radish was tied to the end of the rope. As the rope holder Song Fei swung back and forth, the white radish It knocked on the glass window below, making a muffled sound.
Soon, the window below was opened, and Qi Yan poked his head out to look up.
Song Fei made an OK gesture to him, and Qi Yan nodded understandingly.
The fabric rope was quickly retracted, untied the radish, and then let it go down again. This time, there was no rope holder, and the end of the rope was firmly tied to the leg of the table that was pushed over. The remaining six partners were guarding the case. The table legs prevent the tied fabric from loosening in the middle, and the other four people squeeze onto the table and press it down with their own weight, making sure they can withstand the pull of one person's weight.
Everything is done in silence.
Just two minutes before and after, Song Fei landed safely, followed by Lin Dilei, the two quickly got into the window, Zhao He and the others took back the rope and closed the window.
As soon as Song Fei came in, he was intimidated by the wide space. Although he knew in his heart that the back kitchen downstairs must be much larger than the upstairs, but he still needed to get used to the sudden change of space. What's more, there are four freezers, only one upstairs, and the one downstairs is also big, standing proudly in the corner, shining brightly.
Qi Yan was amused by his appearance, couldn't hold back, and touched his head: "You are hungry, you can choose whatever you want to eat."
Song Fei was stunned, and unexpectedly said: "You know how to cook?"
"No." Qi Yan didn't even think about it, it was very natural.
Song Fei's black line: "Then what do you want me to choose!"
Qi Yan was stunned: "You can't do it?"
Song Fei: "When did I tell you that I would do it?"
Qi Yan: "When we first met, you said you were the reincarnation of the snail girl who went to the hall and went to the kitchen. Whoever finds you will just lie on the bed and enjoy happiness in this life."
Song Fei: "..."
The little friends dispersed quietly, unable to bear to see Qi Yan's innocent face anymore.
If before this, Class 1 of Wusheng had divided the two positions of supporting Qi and Song against this pair of dead men, then now everyone has no disagreement at all-supporting Qi and destroying Song.
Seeing Qi Yan's ignorant and injured face, and seeing the disgust in the eyes of his friends, Song Fei also felt a little bit ashamed. But objectively speaking, this is not a heinous crime, right? When someone flirts, it's not a good way to say it.
"It's not a sin to brag when you're courting others." Lin Dilei said softly.
Song Fei held her hand eagerly, wishing tears would fill his eyes: "Right, right, you are the most experienced, this is human nature!"
Lin Dilei pulled out her hand firmly: "But you must be honest after you catch your hand."
Song Fei: "No..."
Zhou Yilu: "It's fine if you're not honest, but I kicked him in the end."
Song Fei: "No..."
Luo Geng: "They don't care about the past and seek reconciliation."
Qiao Siqi: "I was kicked by you for the second time."
Song Fei: "He..."
Li Jingyu: "When I didn't get it, it was a cinnabar mole on my heart, but if I got it, it was mosquito blood on the wall."
Song Fei wanted to cry but searched for his only bosom brother: "Qingyuan—"
Classmate Wang stepped forward in time and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Actually, after observing these days, I found that he is not as bad as you said."
All friends: "Are you still speaking ill of others behind their backs?!"
Song Fei: "... I made a mistake, I will go to the corner to reflect on it."