When Huang Mo handed over the apple, the chemical Thirteen Lang was discussing whether the zombies were more ill, or the martial arts class was more ill. Thinking about the next month, or even longer, he would be like these people. Very insecure classmates get along day and night, and they can't help shivering.
Then Huang Mo appeared.
Quiet as a ghost, but with a bright smile and a red face like an apple in her hand.
Wang Shan doesn't know how much he has been heard complaining about, he has a kind of embarrassment of being smashed for doing bad things.
Huang Mo didn't seem to notice it, and said naturally: "Supper." Then he distributed the sliced apples to the thirteen people one by one. Half for each person, and there is still half a tray left after distribution. It is obvious that the whole person was cut, but they were taken care of first in the order of distribution.
Comparing the two, the superiority is clear.
Wang Shan didn't know what to say, so he could only hold the half of the apple tightly in his hand with complicated emotions, and muttered in a low voice, "Thank you."
Huang Mo smiled, and after posting the last person, he went to look for the martial arts students again.
Wang Shan took a sip, his mouth full of sourness and sweetness, but his heart was contradictory in this sourness and sweetness, hesitating and swaying. I feel that there is true love in the world, and I feel like Snow White who was tricked into eating a poisoned apple by a disguised queen.
—In view of the fact that the latter kind of imagination is too insignificant for others and oneself, the party secretary did not share it with the classmates.
In a hidden place in the distance, two old drivers who couldn't drive a car and could only keep hitting the accelerator finally entered Plato temporarily after their feet were sore.
The book says that platonic love is spiritual love, the pursuit of spiritual communication. According to this standard, the two of them really have almost no Plato. Most of the love time is either shameless and carnal, or diligent and motivated. The only few times of spiritual communication, without exception, occur during quarrels, and most of them are Song Fei's unilateral output, and Qi Yan avoids it.
Looking back now, Song Fei almost felt that the cautious person was a fake himself.
When did the mentality change subtly
Song Fei really couldn't remember.
It may be the outbreak of the corpse tide, or it may be later, in short, when he regained his senses, he no longer has any worries and burdens. It is a very comfortable and practical thing to be true to yourself, face up to your strengths, accept your shortcomings, and work hard to make yourself better.
For survival, this is the worst time, for love, this is the best time.
But precisely because of this, it is easier for people to worry about gains and losses, so after thinking about it, Song Fei secretly raised the question with Qi that haunted his mind from time to time in midnight dreams—
"If there hadn't been a virus outbreak, if we'd just gone to school, where would we have been?"
When asked this question, Qi Yan was studying Song Fei's head. He was surprised to find that Song Fei actually had natural curls, the degree of curls was very light, so it was not obvious when it was short, but now it has not been cut for a long time, and it curls out.
Whenever he thinks that he knows Song Fei well enough, this person will show a new face, which makes him novelty and makes him reflect.
In the last relationship, both of them did not do well enough, and now they finally have a second chance, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.
"Hey," Song Fei knocked off the hands fiddling on top of his head, "I'm asking you something."
Qi Yan was startled, then looked down at Song Fei: "Huh?"
Looking at the other person's eyes, Song Fei knew that what he just said was in vain, and he repeated it in a black line, and added a dose of inoculation at the end: "Don't try to dismiss it with sentences like no if, this is a hypothetical question. , so you have to answer with context.”
Qi Yan was dumbfounded by Song Fei's formal tone, but since he made up his mind to change his mind, he changed his previous ambiguity and gave the answer frankly: "The same goal by different routes. Even if nothing happens, I will chase you back."
Student Qi's perseverance is certainly heart-pounding, but Song Fei raised his eyebrows and glanced at his affectionate BF: "Who gave you the confidence that you will be able to chase success?"
Qi Yan thought about it seriously, and told the truth: "Handsome face, strong physique, proud talent, and passionate affection."
Song Fei's black line, if his voice hadn't been so magnetic, he would have thought he was talking to himself: "Can you learn something from me!"
Qi Yan was overjoyed: "No, I just admire your ability to talk nonsense."
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him, but felt that he was in a very sweet mood in a hopeless mood. Sure enough, when the atmosphere was good, complaints could be listened to as love.
"If nothing happened, when are you going to seek reconciliation?" Although it was only a hypothesis, Song Fei was quite curious about what Qi Yan would do. After all, there is no danger, and there is no way to see the truth in adversity.
Qi Yan frowned, his eyes full of confusion: "I've been begging."
Song Fei was stunned, his first reaction was that Qi Yan was joking, but seeing that the other party's serious expression didn't look like it at all, he hesitated for a long time before repeating hesitantly: "You, have been, seeking to get back together?"
"Otherwise we broke up, why am I still dangling in front of your eyes?"
"But every time you show up, you just use various means to retaliate and sow hatred!"
"The method of aggressive generals."
"Handsome guy, that's not how the art of war is used." Song Fei almost wanted to cry, "Zha bed confiscated it on purpose. I was so hot that I wanted to get back together, so I specially sent a text message to tell me that the teacher of the elective course called me to get back together. I have to clear my brain circuit. Only geniuses can understand such a roundabout way of seeking reconciliation!"
"I answered for you."
"What?" Song Fei couldn't hear Qi Yan's muttering clearly, looking at collapse.
Sighing, Qi Yan's voice was a little lost: "I've answered 'yes' for you."
The turning point came so suddenly that Song Fei was caught off guard: "So, you sent me a text message to... claim credit?"
Qi Yan didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.
Song Fei broke down: "Then why don't you just say it directly, you insist on failing a class that you can't name, what's the point of lying to me!"
"Just foreshadowing."
"Why do you need to make the other party angry as a foreshadowing for asking for credit!"
"If you want to promote, suppress first."
"I beg you to burn that pirated Art of War when you go home!!!"
So it is good to give up carnal desires occasionally and have some Plato. Just like now, Qi Yan fully realizes that the detour he took in the past is comparable to the 25,000-mile long march, and he can almost publish "100 Cases of Courtship Mistakes".
After summing up the lessons of the past, it is time to look forward to the future development. Qi Yan just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Song Fei on how to get along in the future, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
Slowly turning back hesitantly, sure enough, Huang Mo was standing one step away.
"Supper." The female classmate smiled innocently.
Qi Yan turned around and stood aside so that Song Fei could also see clearly.
"When did you come?" Song Fei was startled, and asked faster than Qi Yan.
"Just arrived." Huang Mo said naturally.
Qi Yan looked at the half apple handed over with mixed feelings: "It's already oxidized."
Huang Mo: "Well, when Song Fei asked if the two of you would get back together if nothing happened."
Qi Yan: "..."
Song Fei: "It's almost a century at all, okay?"
Huang Mo smiled, lied frankly, and admitted frankly after the lie was exposed, and could continue the previous text: "About that hypothetical question, do you want to hear my opinion?"
Song Fei became interested. He and Qi Yan have been interacting one-on-one. He really wants to hear what the onlookers think, especially Huang Mo, a professional who is good at analyzing psychology: "Teacher Huang, please tell me."
"You two are inseparable."
Qi Yan liked this answer: "How to say?"
"Either you two get back together, or even if you don't, you will still be entangled."
Song Fei was shy: "Is it so obvious that we love each other?"
"Psychological research shows that the probability of single gay men looking for acquaintances in the circle to drive is extremely high. First, the environment is closed and the range of options is small. Second, acquaintances get along well, and they can drive on the road with a high safety factor. This is a small subculture. The characteristics of the circle, so even if you two don't get back together, you will still be friends with benefits."
Qi Yan and Song Fei: "..."
After two minutes of incomparable silence.
Qi Yan: "Thank you for the supper."
Song Fei: "Mr. Huang, do you have anything else to do?"
In fact, Huang Mo came to see the two of them for something, otherwise, he wouldn't have been bored by seeing them with a discerning eye, and came here puzzled.
"I want to discuss the future plan with you two." Refraining from joking, Huang defaulted to seriousness.
Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at each other, the former seemed to have realized something, while the latter was completely at a loss.
Huang Mo didn't hold back, and said directly: "The cafeteria won't last long, let alone a month, a week is dangerous."
Song Fei didn't understand what she meant, and the only thing she could think of was the new classmates: "You mean there are thirteen of them..."
"No," Huang Mo shook his head, glanced at the laughing friends in the distance, and sighed softly, "The problem is not with them, but with us."
Song Fei and Qi Yan shut their mouths, and did not interfere any more, just listened quietly.
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and said slowly: "We can't do nothing, which means that as long as someone comes, we will accept it. But resources are limited. The apples in your hands now are Our last fruit, sooner or later, there will not be enough meat and vegetables, and at that time, if we plan again, it may be too late."
"You also said that one day, sooner or later, maybe it's too late." Song Fei still couldn't help it. He knew that everything should be planned for a rainy day, but he was naturally more willing to think optimistically, "Maybe we will still be here when rescue comes. For a few people, not only is there enough food, there is even some left over.”
"Theoretically speaking, it may be late or early, but I want to tell you that early is a high probability event." Huang Mo paused here, and when he continued, his tone became even deeper, "And as long as you start, The number and frequency of escapes can only increase at an accelerated rate, especially in the dormitory. The more people survive, the easier it is to have a group effect. Once the survivors in the cafeteria exceed the range that the food reserves can afford, the battle will inevitably begin. No amount of news broadcasts could have stabilized the situation at that time, because food at your fingertips has more impact than help that you don’t know when it will come.”
Song Fei was silent.
Qi Yan was thoughtful.
"What I mean by this is not to say that we have to leave immediately," Huang Mo looked at the two comrades in arms, "but we must plan to leave in advance."
After finishing what I want to say, I will leave the rest to the comrades in arms to digest. These two are the backbone of the entire martial arts class, Huang Mo can tell, that's why he talked to them first about this matter. As long as their minds are clear, the next road will be easy.
Of course, if in the end all the preparations are superfluous and they really avoid the high probability event, it will be the happiest time for her to be slapped in the face.
As dawn approached, the twenty-seven friends in the back kitchen fell asleep one after another.
The Wusheng class was the same, laying down on the floor, while the chemical Thirteen Lang had already practiced a tacit understanding in the Qiushi building. It seemed to be a mess, but everyone's expression was very comfortable and peaceful.
Qi Yan and Song Fei were the last two to fall asleep.
Huang Mo's words more or less diluted the joy brought by the broadcast, but it also made the heart that was carried away by the broadcast a little sober and at ease.
When I woke up, it was almost noon.
Whether to go or stay has no answer, but among the friends who have been making a fuss all night, someone is sick.
Not just one.
Joskey has a fever.
Weekly, with a fever.
Feng Qibai has a fever.
Zhao He lost his voice.
After two nights of wind in Luban Building, I found it.
Yixinlou was drenched in water and found it.
The apple tree sang a song for half a night, and Newton blessed it. But classmate Zhao He quit, and spent a whole night howling in the back kitchen of rock and roll, and finally died as he wished and ascended to heaven.