Zhao He vaguely felt that Qi Yan and Song Fei were weird before. That kind of strange feeling that there are no concrete examples to prove it is just a feeling, a pure man's simple feeling.
Now, it feels stronger.
The people upstairs were very considerate. Seeing that he couldn't figure out why, he volunteered: "Oh, don't bother, I'll tell you directly..."
"No need!" Zhao He instinctively refused, and asked himself, he really didn't want to understand so carefully.
But after such a toss, he felt that his body had regained some warmth. Being moved and encouraged by Qi Yan just warmed up his heart, but after a few rounds of "cordial conversation" with Song Fei, his blood flowed back to his limbs.
Sure enough, positive energy is brave for a while, and negative energy is infinite.
"Zhao He!" He Zhiwen, who had been listening quietly, always felt that if he kept silent, his classmates would be bullied to death by Shuangsha in Class 1. Moreover, he also disapproved of Zhao He's practice of sleeping in the open in an apple tree, which was simply a joke with his life.
Zhao He's heart warmed at the old friend's call, and tears filled his eyes: "Xiao He—"
"The two of them are really powerful, far beyond your and my imagination. I believe in them, and you believe in me once. Hold on for a while, let's lure the zombies over, and you hurry back to the cafeteria!"
"..." After a long battle between heaven and man, Zhao He gritted his teeth: "Success!"
He doesn't trust Song Fei, who is always talking about running the train, but he always believes in the simple and honest He Zhiwen. Although he didn't know what kind of battle these three people fought in Gewulou, and what kind of strength Song Fei and Qi Yan showed, but He Zhiwen's words such as "very powerful" and "far beyond imagination" are like that. It comes from the heart, and the sincerity and firmness can be heard in the air.
The cold wind blew by, and the frozen face felt as if it was being gently touched by something.
Zhao He adjusted his breathing, calmed down, and let his sense of existence gradually thin out, turning into a thick branch of an apple tree.
No need for more communication, in the sudden silence, He Zhiwen already understood. He may not be as powerful as Song Qi, and his physical fitness is inferior to Zhao He, but he also has the sincerity to dedicate to his comrades—
"Hey! We are here! Look here!!!"
He Zhiwen's voice was very loud, and it could be heard that he was going all out.
However, until his tail sound disappeared into the distant sky, there was no movement at all on the side of the apple tree.
Zhao He felt that even if a zombie ran over, it would be considered a success for his comrades-in-arms. But, really not. Even the ferocious face that was still excited at Zhao He dimmed, the eyes gradually became hollow, the expression tended to be dazed, and sixty-nine heads formed a large group picture—[Indifference.jpg].
Zhao He sighed, luring the enemy also requires talent, he wanted to tell He Zhiwen, just forget it, don't force it.
But now he was trying to make the zombies think of him as a branch, so it was really inconvenient to speak.
Fortunately, the classmate He upstairs carried forward the spirit of the predecessors to do experiments. If this material is not good, try another one. Soon, a slightly restrained and shy singing voice replaced the roar—
"Can you give me time for a song~~ Tightly make that hug into forever~~ In my arms, you don't have to be afraid of insomnia~~ If you want to forget, I can also lose memory~~"
There was a commotion under the tree.
Obviously, songs are still more alluring than shouts. I don't know whether it's the zombie's instinct, or the musical sentiment cultivated by the prey.
Finally, some zombies began to turn around and walk towards the building below the window where the three of them were.
If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.
However, the number of leaving speeds are far from enough!
The zombies seemed to be unsure whether it was the prey or the floating clouds, and with the mentality of casually looking around, they swayed away, and even more, after hesitating, they resolutely chose to stay. Unwavering love makes me want to cry. What's more terrible is that if this efficiency continues, it may not be clear at dawn...
"Can you give me time for a song~~"
"I'm sorry, I can't. One more song and Zhao He will fall like an apple, and the person standing under the tree is not Newton."
Song Fei had no choice but to interrupt, pulled over He Zhiwen, and went on by himself.
It was a very difficult decision, as if he could sing a few lines, but the situation was urgent, and he couldn't continue to be humble—
"I don't have money~~I'm shameless~~I just want a little bit of her tenderness~~I don't have money~~I'm shameless~~I just want a little bit of her love~~~"
As soon as Song Fei's dynamic rhythm started, the commotion under the apple tree suddenly became intense. When the two lines were finished, the zombies scattered in all directions, each choosing their favorite way to rush towards Gewulou. There are those with small steps and fast frequency, those with big strides and steady rhythm, some who run rampant, and those who like to go around in circles at the expense of near and far. All in all, in less than ten seconds, there is nothing under the apple tree.
If it wasn't too far away, Zhao He would definitely give Song Fei a thumbs up, two!
Not missing the opportunity, Zhao He immediately mobilized all the muscles in his body, ready to climb down the tree. But after trying a few times, I suddenly found that my body didn't listen to me. It was as if his brain and body were separated into different spaces, the former lost the command of the latter, and he clearly wanted to move his arms and legs, but the arms and legs just didn't move at all.
Shocked, Zhao He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He tried again, but it still didn't work, his body seemed to be frozen into a log, the blood was blocked, the nerves were dead, and there was only a head left all over his body, and he could think and turn a little bit.
"Zhao He, what are you waiting for—"
During the interval of singing, Song Geshen did not forget to pay attention to him.
But such attention made Zhao He even more embarrassed. It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he really can't move, just like his frozen face can no longer feel the cold of the night wind, his body is also frozen!
Zhao He became frightened. Although he tried his best to suppress it, the feeling of out-of-control horror and powerless despair was so violent that it enveloped him overwhelmingly.
"Zhao He," He Zhiwen urged anxiously, "Hurry up and run—"
Zhao He wanted to respond, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make a sound. Besides, what can he respond to? Could it be that he can't move? With his comrades working so hard to help him lure the enemy, how could he...
"I see, are you reluctant!" Song Fei's suddenly enlightened voice came, full of determination.
Zhao He was stunned.
He Zhiwen was more confused than him: "What can't you bear?"
"I can't bear to part with those zombies under the tree. After all, we've been together for so long. It's not surprising to fall in love." Song Fei said in a considerate tone of "I understand" and "Brother is an old driver", but then changed the subject, "Zhao He Wake up! People die in different ways—”
If Song Fei was a member of the army of zombies, Zhao He thought, would his comrades bite him to death, or beat him first and then bite him to death? It's really a question that makes me so happy just to look at it.
He Zhi asked: "Ah, he moved and fell down the tree!"
Song Fei: "What I said is that it is too emotional."
Zhao He: "..."
If you can't see this guy being deflated, he won't die with peace in his eyes! The frozen body suddenly came to consciousness, but it was terminally ill. When he thought that this guy was still screaming, he could sit up in a state of dying, and waited for another ten years!
The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhao He glanced back at the three figures upstairs with full of nostalgia, especially the one who waved his hands the most, and he looked twice more, hoping to engrave the silhouette in his heart. Finally, he turned around and hid in the The vast night!
Qi Yan, who had been silent for a long time, watched until Zhao He was no longer seen, then turned around and sat down against the wall, and was stunned for two seconds, then he let out a breath slowly .
Even so, in the not-so-strong halo of the flashlight, his expression was still calm, a little abnormally calm.
"Are you okay?" Song Fei asked worriedly.
Qi Yan shook his head, closed his eyes tiredly, but still held the gun tightly.
Song Fei suddenly became afraid. In fact, he didn't know what he was afraid of, but his intuition told him that he couldn't let Qi Yan go on like this. In desperation, he simply reached out to grab the gun.
Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his legs and kicked them!
Qi Yan was sitting, and Song Fei was also sitting. In fact, they were facing each other. Qi Yan kicked Song Fei directly in the stomach!
Song Fei didn't expect his stress reaction to be so strong, he was kicked, and he almost cried out in pain. He didn't care about grabbing the gun anymore, and hugged Qi Yan's leg directly, for fear that he would make another kick.
The moment Qi Yan kicked Song Fei's stomach, he saw the face in front of him clearly, his heart trembled, and he wanted to withdraw his legs subconsciously. However, the kicked person hugged him with all his strength, and he was not allowed to move at all.
Qi Yan simply didn't care about his legs anymore, his annoyance and heartache made his tone no matter how he heard it: "Well, what gun are you grabbing!"
Song Fei really felt that he was more complaining than Dou E: "You have been half-dead, didn't I want you to be refreshed!"
Qi Yan's black line: "Try running back and forth for five hours, you're not as energetic as me."
"I'm not talking about spirit, it's about psychology. Your current mental state is not right!" Song Fei was about to die of anxiety, but the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't be chaotic. He tried his best to make his words sound persuasive, "Qi Yan, we are safe now Now, you don't have to stretch that string anymore, you have to let yourself completely relax, you know what I mean?"
Qi Yan was stunned, didn't speak, didn't do anything else, just looked at him quietly.
Song Fei let him see, if he didn't hug his legs, he didn't even mind sticking it in front of him for him to see: "I'm safe, He Zhiwen and I have already got out of the elevator, the radio is just a few floors above, If the three of us are lucky, we might succeed at once. It’s like rushing to the supermarket, the library, and the cafeteria.”
Song Fei can't remember the last time he was so gentle to Qi Yan, but if Qi Yan doesn't mind, he wants to keep being gentle like this.
"All you have to do now is not think about anything, just relax and get a good night's sleep."
Qi Yan blinked, and finally his lips moved slightly.
Song Fei's eyes lit up, and then he heard Qi Yan's voice: "What you have to do now is to loosen my thigh."
"..." God, it's really hard to be gentle with this guy! ! !
Throwing away EX's long legs with a bang, Song Fei retreated two meters with his buttocks on the ground, and resolutely opened the distance.
Qi Yan withdrew his legs that still had the warmth of a hug, and looked at Song Fei leisurely, a faint smile finally appeared in his overly calm and calm eyes, with Qi Yan's unique sense of ridicule that made people itch with hatred.
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him, but his heart slowly let go. The normal Qi Yan is back, although he is annoying, but he is familiar, annoying and down-to-earth.
"Is your stomach okay?" Qi Yan was still worried, so he asked directly.
Only then did Song Fei realize that he was still injured, he rubbed his hands angrily, and said, "I'll try to kick you, and you'll know."
Qi Yan suddenly really spread his arms, posing a welcome gesture.
Song Fei 囧: "You tried your best to save me, not to mention one foot, even ten feet, I have to bear it."
Qi Yan was silent again, but this time he stared at Song Fei closely, with many emotions surging in his eyes, hot and intense.
Song Fei was stared at in a bit of a panic, somehow, he remembered that wet hand, as if the palm of his hand was not dry yet.
He Zhiwen has been watching secretly for a long time pretending that he doesn't exist. To be exact, from the moment Song Fei and Qi Yan exchanged signals, no, from the moment Song Fei said that Qi Yan would definitely get the radio, he was silent with envy and fascination. Watching the pair of friends. Then when Qi Yan sacrificed his life to save him, Song Fei said so proudly that Qi Yan could conquer the world, but he could conquer Qi Yan, and just now, Song Fei was obviously worried about Qi Yan's mental state, Qi Yan obviously regretted kicking Song Fei, In the end, the two of them still kept talking, isn't this the best bad friend who loves and kills each other!
How much he would have liked to have such a brother who would fight each other behind closed doors, and fight side by side with open doors!
"What time is it?" Qi Yan lowered his eyes and gave up.
In fact, Song Fei didn't say anything at all, but it was precisely because he didn't say anything that he suddenly felt very tired, and even doubted whether his persistence was necessary.
The flash of wavering in the other party's eyes made Song Fei's heart tremble, and he had a vague premonition, but he still touched the phone in response to Qi Yan's question.
Fingerprint recognition, lock screen is turned on, and what appears on the bright screen is not the mobile phone desktop, but a group photo.
Song Fei who was waiting to see the time was stunned. Fuck, just now when I was looking at the photos in the elevator, I heard Qi Yan tapping the rhythm, and then I forgot everything, and didn't operate the phone at all!
With a jolt, Song Fei came back to his senses, hurriedly returned to the main page, glanced at the time hastily, did not dare to look up, and pretended to be calm: "One past two."
"Oh." Qi Yan's response sounded ordinary.
Song Fei let down half of his heart, then under the sway of the other half, he quietly raised his head and peeked at Qi Yan.
As a result, he was facing the handsome smiling face.
Dressed up.
Song Feisheng closed his eyes helplessly, gritted his teeth, opened them again, and simply confessed: "I was really at a loss when I was in the elevator, so I thought, can you come and save me, if you don't come... "
"Are you going to shoot the plane for the last time in your life in front of my photo?"
"... Even if I am going to die, I will remember you, even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go!"
Qi Yan was amused by Song Fei's flailing gestures while explaining, and at the same time became more and more curious: "What if it comes?"
Song Fei shrugged, then looked into Qi Yan's eyes, and said word by word: "Then I will seek reconciliation."
Qi Yan froze, looking at him in disbelief, without saying a word for a long time.
He Zhiwen also froze, looking at the two of them in disbelief, completely forgetting that there is such a craft as speaking in the world.
Song Fei doesn't care about He Zhiwen, he only has one man in his heart and eyes now, and this man made him fall into a huge embarrassment: "Hey, you ask me to get back together first, logically I can just nod now. I'm afraid You are too passive, and I will build another step for you kindly, what is the meaning of your silence!"
Qi Yan still didn't speak, but suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard!
Song Fei was so frightened that he quickly held Qi Yan's hand, fearing that he would continue to be agitated, and what he said was almost heartbreaking: "If you don't agree, don't agree, don't hurt yourself! I won't pester you anymore, can't you?" !"
Who will tell him why a daily event that is desperately seeking to get back together will develop in the direction of magical realism!
The hand held by Song Fei suddenly turned around and interlocked with his fingers.
"It's not a dream."
Qi Yan finally spoke, in a trance that was still not very solid.
Song Fei's black line collapsed into three in one speechless, but in the end he gave birth to a lot of distress, and he greeted directly: "He Zhiwen, come here."
Classmate He could no longer understand the world where good brothers held hands and abused dogs no matter how they looked at him. When he was called out like this, he subconsciously leaned over: "Huh?"
Song Fei pinched his round face without hesitation, it was fleshy and very hard.
He Zhiwen yelled out: "It hurts, hurts—"
Song Fei let go of his comrade, sniffed, and bared his teeth at Qi Yan: "Look, it's not."
Qi Yan's gaze finally stopped wandering and gradually settled down. It is this face that can make people love to death when they are in love, and make people go crazy when they are sad: "Why did I fall in love with you..."
He listened to love words repeatedly, and he listened to complaints repeatedly, Song Fei rolled his eyes, and pulled Qi Yan to kiss him fiercely before the mutual hatred mode started!
Qi Yan has never been a passive character, he clasped the back of Song Fei's head forcefully, and kissed deeper.
He Zhiwen backed away silently, got up and walked to another window, covering half of his face, staring at the moon.
Song Fei said no, Qi Yan believed it, but he didn't believe it, it must be a dream.
In the dream, the virus broke out, the classmates were infected into zombies, and the brothers were infected into gay friends.
Jiyou was very involved in kissing, and he even kissed and touched, to the point where he could fight pornography, but he didn't dare to interrupt. Subsequent survival will depend on the fighting power of those two, so he can only endure silently and wait obediently.
——In this dream world, a straight man who has no power to fight against a chicken is too cruel.