The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the courier point is under the wall behind.
Zhao He, Feng Qibai, and Wu Zhou made the base, and Qi Yan and Zhou Yili stepped on their shoulders to build a second layer. At this time, they were pulling Qiao Siqi upwards with all their strength.
"Don't just think about relying on us, you have to work hard yourself!" Zhou Lu didn't dare to speak out, and could only squeeze out with his teeth in frustration.
"I tried my best!" Qiao Siqi was determined to die. The 321 stacked Arhat formation didn't matter, but he didn't volunteer to be the 1. Why did he have to be kicked out of the shelf for being underweight
"He really worked hard, don't ask me how I know that." Zhao He raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes were full of desolation, and the faint shoe sole patterns on the profile of his face had a different kind of hazy beauty under the moonlight.
Qiao Siqi kicked wildly, and finally stepped on Zhao He's shoulder. After reaching the same height as Qi Yan and Zhou Lv, the two helped him from pulling his arms to supporting his feet, so he stepped on Zhou Lv's shoulder The process of going up is much easier. Standing on Zhou Lv's shoulders, the roof changed from being unattainable to barely reaching waist level. Qiao put his hands on his thighs and rolled over easily.
Some people reached the commanding heights to meet them, and the efficiency of going up to the house behind was much faster. Without much effort, all nine people reached the roof.
"This is a color steel tile, try to step on the middle, not the edge." Zhou Lv reminded.
Zhao He's raised legs froze in mid-air. After gathering his composure, he carefully avoided the sides and stepped on the center of the tile.
As the weight of his whole body fell on this foot, he clearly felt that the sole of the shoe was slowly sinking down...
The slightly thin roof material made a fragile sound under everyone's trampling. Song Fei originally wanted to look back to see if the little partner behind him had followed, but it happened to verify that a figure was slowly falling down.
"Are you going to crawl forward?" Song Fei looked awkwardly at Zhao He who was lying down. This gentleman was about to move forward with his elbows as a fulcrum, as if there was a bunker waiting for him to blow up in front of him.
"I'm tired, so it's easy to walk, do you have an opinion?" Zhao He raised his chin provocatively.
Song Fei squatted down and touched his bald head: "Just as long as you are happy."
Zhao He felt a chill, raised his hand and shouted.
Song Fei had expected it a long time ago, and quickly drew his hand.
Snapped.
Zhao He was able to slap the basketball with one hand and slapped his own Tianling Gai.
Song Fei was delighted, but when he turned around, he saw Qi Yan frowning and looking at him with a look of hatred.
Song Fei shrank his neck, knowing that he had made a mistake again, quickly lowered his head, and put on a good attitude that I knew I was wrong—this is a conditioned reflex that he dislikes very much but has been deeply rooted.
"At such a dangerous time, can you be more serious." Qi Yan also criticized smoothly. A slap can't make a sound, Song Fei admits when he sees a mistake, and naturally needs his cooperation to find out if he makes a mistake.
"All right, all right." Song Fei agreed naturally, and only realized after finishing speaking, shit, the two of them have nothing to do with each other now, why is he still keeping a low profile.
But putting aside the issue of attitude, Qi Yan's criticism is not wrong, this kind of time is really not suitable for joking.
but-
Song Fei spread out his palms, palms up, stared at it quietly for a while, and sincerely suggested to Qi Yan with some aftertaste: "You can touch it some other day, it feels really good."
Zhao He: "Get lost!"
Qi Yan: "..."
When dating, Qi Yan actually didn't go out of his way to understand Song Fei's preferences. To a certain extent, Qi Yan's self-confidence is a little conceited, although he conceals it very well. The most direct consequence of this kind of conceit is that you recognize yourself more than others, and like to follow the rhythm instead of trying to match the rhythm of the other party.
So Song Fei actually likes this style
Or, he also tried to shave his hair
But now it's the middle of winter, and it's really cold without hair...
Under the bright half moon, Qi fell into deep anxiety.
Johns, who was as light as a swallow, was the first to go to the top of the main entrance, quickly got down on the ground, grabbed the eaves, pointed his head out and shouted towards the door below: "Listen to the zombies inside, you are surrounded, come out and surrender if you are sensible. —”
Eighty percent of zombies can't understand human language.
So the effect of Qiao Siqi's voice is basically equivalent to singing.
There are no street lights around the express delivery point, and the lights of the express delivery point are not turned on. Under the light of the moon, the dark doorway looks dark and misty.
As Josic's ending sound faded away, everyone was lying neatly on the edge of the roof one by one.
There was no sound at the door, and everything was very quiet.
"There are no zombies inside?" Joskey muttered to himself, not quite sure.
This is a remote place. The last time they visited was during the day, there were not many zombies. Now that it was night, they killed four people who ran out of here. It is not surprising that it is empty now.
"I'll do it." Song Fei volunteered, and made a second attack, "Dear girl, you have to listen to me~~I think I was a handsome guy back then~~It's just that the years are ruthless and it destroyed me~~Brother's heart is always the most beautiful~ ~"
Still, nothing happened.
The students in the martial arts class looked at each other and nodded tacitly: "Well, it's really gone."
—If there is only one thing left in the world that can hold back the hatred of zombies, it must be Song Fei's song.
Zhao He and Qi Yan jumped down first, and quietly approached the door from the base of the walls on both sides, while the remaining seven remained on the roof.
Soon, the two arrived at the left and right sides of the main entrance, Qi Yan gave Zhao He a look, and the latter understood. Following Qi Yan's gestures of one, two, three, the two of them took a step sideways and quickly turned around to form a position facing the door but still one step away from it. At the same time, Qi Yan flicked on the flashlight !
The strong light instantly illuminated the entire doorway. Because of the goggles, Qi Yan and Zhao He were not dazzled by the strong light, so they could clearly see the zombies inside the door when the light was bright!
But the zombies moved faster than them, and they rushed out almost as soon as the flashlight was turned on!
Zhao He's army, whose body reacted more quickly than his head, stabbed the zombie's right eye, and took advantage of the momentum to push the zombie back into the door together with those behind it who were about to rush out!
The zombies were pushed to the ground, and the two innermost ones fell backwards!
"Six in total!" The moment Zhao He stabbed the first zombie, Qi Yan regained consciousness and counted the number of enemies in a very short time.
Song Fei jumped off without saying a word, along with Zhou Lv, Wu Zhou, Yu Zisheng, and Feng Qibai.
"You two don't move, just meet on the roof!" After landing, Song Fei raised his head and asked He Zhiwen and Qiao Siqi.
The two who have not yet acted nodded tacitly: "That's what we think."
Perhaps there is no need to hide anymore, the resurgent zombie finally rushed out, regaining its ferocious nature of gnawing on people and Buddhas.
Seven vs. six, plus Zhao He has already seriously injured one, and the battlefield is a vast open space for the friends to move about. This round of battle is not difficult.
But the deep-seated reasons behind the battle still make everyone think carefully.
"They already know that we're making noise." Zhou Lv looked serious, "So no matter if Qiao Siqi yelled or Song Fei sang, they didn't come out."
Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and after a brief silence, he said, "They are the same as we guessed at first, and their IQs have not been completely lost, but have remained at a relatively low level."
Zhou Lu: "Seeing through our seduction and knowing to hide inside waiting for us to fall into the trap, is it low IQ?"
"It depends on your standards." Qi Yan gave an example, "Some cats and dogs know how to pretend to be innocent after doing bad things. If you think this kind of high IQ, then just ignore what I said just now."
"..." Zhou Lv took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, so that he could communicate calmly: "Do you know your attitude of 'Anyway, I've said everything I need to say, whether you understand or not is your problem' attitude Very annoying?"
Qi Yan was stunned, judging from his slightly embarrassed and apologetic expression, he really didn't realize it.
Song Fei pushed him away, and held Zhou Lv's hand: "I know!"
The lights at the delivery point finally turned on, filling the room with light.
Qiao Siqi and He Zhiwen were still in charge of sentry. Anyway, they were lying comfortably, and occasionally exchanged anecdotes about each other's professional fields. For example, Qiao gave He a movie "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies", which perfectly combines literature and zombies, and He analyzed the difference between zombies and zombies from the perspective of physics.
Inside the house, the most thrilling event in history—everyone unpacks together, and it’s in full swing again.
Zhao He: "UGG for men!"
Zhou Lu: "Import honey!"
Feng Qibai: "Pure chocolate."
Song Fei: "Steam beauty instrument..."
Feng Qibai: "Nuan Bao Tie!"
Zhou Lu: "Coral fleece pajamas!"
Wu Zhou: "Godberry."
Song Fei: "Plasticine..."
"Song Fei?" Qi Yan watched wonderingly as he put down the cardboard box and walked outside.
"I'll watch out at the door, you guys continue." Student Song looked up at the sky and the stars, suspecting that he was destined to commit a courier.
Qi Yan shrugged. Anyway, this trip was mainly for running-in, and I didn't expect to find any surprises from the delivery point. It doesn't matter if there is more labor or one less.
Withdrawing his gaze, Qi Yan continued to take the express box down from the shelf, but Yu Zisheng, who was not far away, seemed to be absent from the corner of his vision.
There was nothing unusual about that man. Keep the useful ones, discard the useless ones, don't deliberately get close to the people in the martial arts class, but don't stand alone, basically just reduce your sense of existence to a very low level.
Qi Yan didn't know whether this situation was good or bad, but there was always a string in his heart that was tense, and he didn't dare to relax easily.
The rectangular express carton was taken off, Qi Yan cut the tape with a knife, opened it, and there was a similarly rectangular gift box inside. The outline of the gift box is a little smaller than the express box, and at first glance, it is carefully wrapped in bubble wrap, which fits perfectly with the express box.
Cut the bubble wrap, and the blue gift box finally revealed its true face. It was a beautiful dark blue, like a clear night sky, and like delicate blue velvet. Open the lid of the gift box, and inside is a black wallet lying quietly in the light blue raffia.
There is also a card under the wallet.
Qi Yan accidentally pulled it out, and the handwriting on it was neat and beautiful—[Husband, happy birthday! Remember, I will accompany you every birthday in the future, the woman who loves you forever!]
Apparently, it was a birthday present from some bubbly girl to her boyfriend.
But for a moment, Qi Yan felt a subtle sense of dislocation in time and space. As if he was in the dormitory a year ago, he opened the express package in a daze, and ended up with a wallet lying in countless balls of waste newspapers for earthquake protection.
It was Christmas a week ago, and he was forced by Song Fei to go shopping in the city, but the pedestrian street was blocked, and he had just moved a few steps in the crowd when his wallet was snatched away. Immediately he reacted, and even caught the figure of the thief, but there was a sea of people, and he ran away without even chasing a few steps.
In the final analysis, the culprit was Song Fei, because when the other party proposed to come to the commercial pedestrian street in the city to block the road, he said that there must be a lot of people. In the end he was dragged here, and a wallet was attached to it. But Song Fei didn't think so, and he insisted that it was because he didn't take good care of the finances, which was simply fallacious.
However, the two of them quarreled more enthusiastically than the festive atmosphere, and in the end they had to walk back side by side - the bus was out of service, and most taxis didn't want to go to the deserted suburbs. The two had no choice but to walk all the way back and continue to stop the taxi.
I don't know if it was because of the occasion, after walking out of Erli, snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky.
Both of them in the cold war were taken aback.
"It's snowing." Song Fei spoke first, in a low voice.
Qi Yan let out an "um", almost a murmur.
Song Fei closed his eyes, thought for a while, then suddenly took out his mobile phone and began to fiddle with it.
Qi Yan turned his face away and deliberately didn't look at it.
Unexpectedly, the mobile phone I put in my pocket soon rang a WeChat notification tone.
Qi Yan took out his phone suspiciously and found that Song Fei had sent him a picture. Click on the big picture to view the full screen, it is a deep snow street, a couple walking forward holding hands, leaving the audience only the intimate back in the heavy snow.
There is a line of words at the bottom of the picture - if we keep walking like this, can we go all the way to the white head
Qi Yan didn't know how many messy things Song Fei usually read on the Internet to find a suitable picture so quickly, and he really felt that this sentence was very clichéd and extremely contrived.
However, the body didn't listen to the brain, and forcibly hugged the person and kissed him for a long time.
He even wanted to rub the bad guy into himself if he could.
As much as Song Fei doesn't like to study, he is as proficient in flirting, which makes Qi Yan love and hate.
So when he received the courier without warning a week later, and found the wallet and cards in a pile of waste newspapers, he stopped fighting with his heart. When you are angry, you just let your anger explode, and when you are happy, you can enjoy yourself. Being on Song Fei's side means that the mood is going to be on a roller coaster, and he admits it.
On the card, the handwriting was flamboyant, wanton and unrestrained—[Handsome guy, I've refilled your wallet, but I won't refill the money. I really can't take it if I give it to you. Come on, let's have one!]
Until now, Qi Yan still remembers that when there was no one in the dormitory, he still squatted down quietly, and then secretly kissed a piece of paper with a foolish smile.