The fierce battle made everyone exhausted, but it also left the brain with no energy left to think about it. The eight friends in class 1 cleaned up the hygiene as quickly as possible, then covered themselves with warm clothes seized from the courier point, and fell asleep in the long-lost warmth.
Sleep soundly all night, no dream until dawn.
The next day, the friends woke up in the warm rice fragrance. This fragrance is quiet and indifferent at first smell, but after a long time, there is a mellow and long-lasting aftertaste. It is so intimate that it makes people feel a sense of dislocation of time and space, as if they are lying on the small bed in their own bedroom, bathed in the bright sunshine outside the window for a long time, coveting the mother's voice in the kitchen that floats in through the crack of the door. The porridge is fragrant.
The seven people opened their eyes one after another, and the table, table, stove, pots and pans made of stainless steel pulled them back to reality with their own cold luster.
The only one who can neutralize the chill is Lin Dilei who is standing in front of the stove not far away.
Humming songs with earphones plugged in, flicking in the spoon pot, lively and lovely, bright and brisk.
The original woolen overcoat was replaced long ago, and she has been wrapped in a down jacket with a fur-rimmed hat for a while. Her short, uneven hair was pinned behind her ears, revealing her fair side face, which looked so pretty in the light and shadow coming in through the blinds.
The seven male students sat up one after another. The space on the floor was limited and no one moved, so at the moment it was a collective formation lined up side by side and looking side by side.
"It's so nice to have a girl..." Luo Geng's eyes lit up, his heart skipped a beat.
Zhou Lv, who has always followed the petty bourgeoisie style, has long since disliked him like this: "Don't be a pervert all day long. You're so wretched, I'm a little landmine, and I don't care about you."
"What I'm saying is from the bottom of my heart, why is it so obscene?" Luo Geng looked puzzled, with honest and innocent eyes, "There is a girl in the team, who is good-looking, warm-hearted, and always fragrant. It's like flowers are placed in the house. My compliments are from the bottom of my heart and sincerely!"
"Hey, I found out that your language skills have improved by leaps and bounds once you meet Xiaolei." Qiao Siqi, who is so lively and unbelievable, inserted forcefully with the barrage, "I admit that Xiaolei is indeed very good, but you can't do it just to praise her." Just hit us brothers. It's nice to have a girl, you make my brothers so sad."
Luo Geng was at a loss for words, his expression was tangled, as if he wanted to explain to Qiao Siqi, but he didn't know how to organize the words.
"He means that a girl feels more at home." Wang Qingyuan understood Luo Geng's spirit and spoke for him.
Qiao Siqi frowned: "If all boys feel like they don't have a home?"
"You can try it," Wang Qingyuan shrugged, and slightly raised his chin in Lin Dilei's direction, "Imagine that it's not Lin Dilei who cooks the porridge, but Zhao He."
Joskey: "..."
Wang Qingyuan: "Hunt a little song lightly, twist your waist lightly, smile on your lips, and look gentle in your eyes."
other people:"… "
Wang Qingyuan: "How do you feel?"
All comrades in arms: "Swear to the death to protect the small mines!"
On the second floor, the Korean kitchen.
Zhao He: "Ah Choo—"
Huang Mo: "Have a cold?"
Zhao He: "No, the nose suddenly itches."
Feng Qibai: "Someone misses you."
Zhao He: "...hehe."
Wu Zhou: "Oh, your sister, I told you to ask downstairs to borrow a mask, and when the mother sneezes, all the saliva and nose go into the pot!"
Zhao He: "You do what you want!"
Wu Zhou: "My name is Solitaire and I didn't lose."
Zhao He: "Being capable is better than arm wrestling!"
Fu Xiyuan: "Brother, if you have time to yell, stir the porridge more, it smells like it's burnt to me."
He Zhi asked: "Put onions in it to get rid of the smell."
Zhao He: "How can there be green onions? Is spicy cabbage okay?"
Huang Mo walked to the window and quietly looked into the distance in the morning light—when male classmates volunteered to share the hard work of the kitchen for you, but finally chose the executor by duel, you should know that a disaster is coming.
On the twentieth day when the corpse tide broke out, all the students in the martial arts class all cooked porridge early in the morning, white rice upstairs, and eight treasures downstairs—this day was the Laba Festival.
For mobile phones that have lost their signal, the only things that are still flowing forward are the time and the perpetual calendar.
The irregular and chaotic work and rest of day and night, and the unrealistic and terrifying environment outside are all blurring the five senses of the friends, as if floating in the air without knowing it, only when they see the exact changing date , the trance heart will be at ease.
At six o'clock in the evening, Zhao He, Wu Zhou, Feng Qibai and He Zhiwen arrived as scheduled.
Song Fei, Qi Yan, Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi downstairs are also equipped.
—The time to set off for Gewulou is tonight.
Although I just went to the courier point yesterday and played another game after I came back, my friends don't want to wait any longer. In other words, the objective environment does not allow them to think long-term. In this kind of survival war where emergencies may occur at any time, even death, time is life.
Eight people were fully armed, masks, goggles, weapons, backpacks—when Zhao He and the others escaped from the dormitory, they also carried schoolbags.
If there is anything in the back kitchen warehouse on the first floor that surprises the friends the most, it is all kinds of canned food - canned luncheon meat, canned dace with tempeh, canned braised pork, etc., each of which is calculated by the box. Compared with other foods that need to be cooked, canned food is the smallest, highest density, and most convenient to carry and eat. It is naturally a must-have item for long-distance expeditions.
In addition, Lin Dilei baked some cakes for everyone. It is also easy to store and very hungry. Although it tastes a bit choking, it may take more water.
"Actually, if things go well, one round trip will last for two nights at most, maybe one night will do." Song Fei weighed the backpack that was forced to be 80% full, a little dumbfounded, "There is no need to pack so much."
Lin Dilei insisted: "Be prepared."
Song Fei had no choice but to compromise, but: "I hope it won't be needed."
If you really wait until these reserves are exhausted before you can come back, then you will really learn from the West.
But if these reserves are exhausted and they haven't come back...
Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of bad thoughts, Song Fei retreated into the team of seven, and said to the remaining four friends: "Wait for the news of our victory."
"Whether you can find the radio or not," Wang Qingyuan said word by word, "please come back."
Song Fei stared at him, then suddenly grinned: "But it's better to find it, right?"
Wang Qingyuan smiled back at him, a rare naughty: "Of course."
The north wind is bitter, and the night is cold.
The empty campus was eerily quiet. Regardless of the main road or the small road, as far as the eye can see, there is no one. Only the street lights were on silently, but it was even more strange, as if all the people evaporated in an instant, leaving only empty roads, quiet buildings, and the increasingly cold and cold air.
The eight people carefully hid in the shadow of the street lamps, headed east along the road, and headed towards the department building at a constant speed.
From the cafeteria to the Gewu building, there are basically no small roads. They are all flat and wide asphalt roads. The difference between different roads is that they either pass the main entrance of the department building or pass the back of the department building. Anyway, no matter how you go, you have to pass Luban Building, Yixin Building, Qiushi Building and other departmental buildings can only reach the Gewu Building which is located in the innermost part.
The disadvantage of the wide asphalt road is that it is not easy to hide. Fortunately, there are big trees planted on both sides of the road. Although the leaves have fallen off, the thick trunks of each few meters still bring some psychological security to the friends. Therefore, everyone Walk along the tree.
It's just that I can't reach the target area by walking, not to mention Gewulou, even the nearest Yixinlou is still far away, which is really tiring.
The only thing that can comfort the friends is that they have not encountered any zombies along the way.
But people are so strange, the less they meet each other, the more disturbed they feel—
"Tell me," Joskey lowered his voice so low that he could barely breathe, "where are they all hidden?"
"Let's go in the building," said Zhou Lu, who answered him, "just like those in the cafeteria, when it's cold outside, hide in the building."
Johns heard a huge shadow in his heart: "According to what you say, isn't the department building a vast ocean of zombies?"
"It's very likely."
"..." Qiao Siqi felt that he couldn't move anymore.
"Extending the head is a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, I want to plunge into this sea quickly." Song Fei said, frowning unconsciously, half puzzled and half complaining, "Why didn't I feel that the road was so long before? I remember it wasn’t long before I came here from the dormitory.”
Qi Yan's tone was light and slow: "You always rush here at the last second before the bell rings for class, so it makes sense that you don't feel the distance is so far away."
Song Fei suddenly realized: "So... did I explain it to you!"
Qi Yan raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, full of joy.
Although Song Fei was heartbroken by being complained about, but after thinking about it, he was right. He was able to sleep an extra minute back then, and never woke up a second earlier. Discrimination. Later, Qi Yan found out from nowhere that he was not only perfunctory in elective courses, but also compulsive in compulsory courses, so just to correct his study attitude, I don’t know how many times he has been pissed off.
At first Qi Yan may really want him well, but later he probably found it useless, so he was all angry for the sake of hatred. Anyway, rotten wood can't be carved, so it's good to vent bad breath.
In the past, Song Fei felt that Qi Yan was just looking for faults.
But now he understands that it's a kind of anger that you can't help but watch you waste your time.
"you're right… "
The sudden sincere words made Qi Yan think that he had an auditory hallucination, so he asked uncertainly, "Huh?"
Song Fei said bluntly: "You are right, I shouldn't be fooling around like that."
Qi Yan's black line: "If I remember correctly, the last time I said something like this seems to have to be dated back to Xia Tian."
Song Fei: "The truth is too profound, you have to give me time to understand it."
Qi Yan: "..."
Qi Yan didn't know what happened to Song Fei suddenly, so he raised his head unintentionally, and found a banner stretched between the trees on the left side of the road, with white characters on a red background - there are roads in the mountains of books. .
This kind of propaganda banner can be seen everywhere on the campus, aiming to create a healthy and progressive campus spiritual civilization.
Did you see this
Qi Yan pursed his lips tightly, rejecting this inference—this banner has been hung here for eight hundred years, sun and rain, faded and wrinkled, it really doesn't seem to be able to stir people's hearts.
But Song Fei was indeed introspecting.
And even though he knew that he was very likely to complain about it, he still said it frankly.
In contrast, his cynicism just now seemed very trivial.
[Essentially lack the ability to bring happiness to lovers.]
[Simply put, you don't respect him.]
What Wang Qingyuan said suddenly flashed in Qi Yan's mind.
Although the other party made it very clear at the time, it was only now that Qi Yan really tasted it.
rear.
Zhao He: "What are we talking about?"
Wu Zhou: "I can't hear you clearly."
Feng Qibai: "It seems that the zombies are hiding in the building, and Song Fei seems to be chatting with Qi Yan about Xia Xia's memories?"
He Zhi asked: "Xiamen? They knew each other before?"
Feng Qibai: "Ghost knows."
Zhao He: "Their class is really weird."
Wu Zhou: "From the moment that Li Xun smashed the pot, I won't be surprised if anything happens in his class."
He Zhi asked, "Li Whale."
Wu Zhou: "Huh?"
He Zhi asked, "His name is Li Jingyu."
Wu Zhou: "Look, I don't feel anything when I hear such a strange name now."