The next day, the fourteen friends began to pack their bags, wipe their weapons, and keep what they should bring.
The radio was still on, with enough batteries anyway, and it was pretty much the background sound for most of their days these days.
The chemistry class and the new students quietly watched the martial arts class busy in the broadcast voice repeating roughly the same content over and over again. There was no expression on their faces, and they seemed to be very calm, but their eyes were unwilling to move away from the martial arts class, as if they could draw more strength by looking at them more.
Even if they don't know when this power will gather into unwavering courage.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei were organizing the suitcases. Most of the space was for warm clothes, and a small part was for pancakes and jerky. It is said to be pancakes, but it is actually more like naan. Huang Mo proposed to make them. They baked as much water as possible to maximize the shelf life, so that they can be used as dry food. The same principle applies to jerky. Choose pork and beef, cut into strips, boil and drain the water, and then stir-fry with oil, salt, cumin, etc. until the water in the meat dries up. The minimum volume, maximum energy, the main purpose is to store hunger, and take into account the flavor and fragrance.
The comrades also shared some biscuits and jerky in their backpacks, but more space was used for bottled water and tools.
When it comes to tools and items, everyone has their own specialties, such as the flashlight that has been basically used by Qi Yan, Zhao He’s triangle iron, Feng Qibai’s flute, and He Zhiwen’s aircraft; there are also explosive items such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. payment. Song Fei and Lin Dilei even reclaimed the rope that tied the door handle on the roof, and replaced it with a substitute made of twisted multi-strand plastic bags. Although it is not as strong as the real rope, under the countless twists, As long as the zombies don't go crazy, they won't be easy to knock away.
As for the rope that came down from the top of the building, because the two of them still had to use it to climb down, they couldn't recycle it, so they had to let it go. It was also an extra way for the chemistry class and new students who chose to stay here—if the future kitchen In the event of an emergency, at least you can climb to the roof and make plans.
When Huang Mo and Lin Dilei were preparing dry food, whether they were taking meat from the freezer or flour from the warehouse, neither the chemistry class nor the new students made a sound. This surprised Huang Mo. You must know that this is the ration for fourteen people, even if it is only for a few days, it is still considerable.
Huang Mo has even thought up a persuasion strategy of using reason and emotion to deal with possible protests. After all, the more dry food they took away meant that there was less food left.
But don't talk about protests, not even complaints.
When she and Lin Dilei finished all these, spread them out to cool down, and started to pack them, Wang Shan asked, is it enough
Lin Dilei was not as thoughtful as Huang Mo. Hearing this question, she immediately answered, no matter how much we can get.
Wang Shan didn't expect the answer, so he couldn't laugh or cry.
Huang Mo said jokingly, I was afraid that you thought we took too much.
Wang Shan was stunned, without even thinking about it, how could it be possible.
Huang Mo was also a little stunned, he and the other party seemed to be on different channels, so he could only explain, after all, now we are sitting and eating, we take away more, and leave less for you.
Wang Shan suddenly realized, and quickly shook his head with a wry smile. If the rescue does not come, it is useless to have more things here. If the rescue can come, we will be hungry for a few days. Besides, what you take away is not enough for us to eat. How long.
Indeed, the rations of fourteen were divided among forty-three, and the rate of consumption was tripled.
Huang Mo understood Wang Shan's thoughts, thinking that the conversation would end here, but unexpectedly the other party pondered for a moment, then spoke again.
He said, why don't you think in reverse, when you leave, the cafeteria will lose 14 mouths to eat. In the long run, you will leave more food to us instead.
When Wang Shan said this, he said every word, loud and clear, with a serious and serious expression, which made Lin Dilei, who wanted to tease him not to go online like this, hesitated, and finally dared not speak.
Don't always think about things from other people's point of view. It's not popular to live Lei Feng these days, and people won't even know it when they look back!
Someone among the new classmates yelled, with a little depression, a little helplessness, and a little bit of complaint, but more of it was awkward kindness.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei looked at each other, and they both frowned.
By the evening, the friends had basically packed their bags. Only Zhao He and Li Jingyu were still struggling with weapons.
Zhao He is actually not bad, he just fell in love with Luo Geng's army assassin, but this kind of thing in the whole school may only be Luo's family without a semicolon, so under Song Fei's suggestion, he settled for the next best thing and used a whetstone to sharpen it. He picked up the metal chopsticks he found on the second floor. Now it's just that the iron pestle has not yet been ground into a needle, and the strong man still needs to work hard for an hour.
Li Jingyu is more difficult to deal with - what he has in mind is a cast iron cauldron.
Ever since he smashed the zombies angrily last time, Li Jingyu has never forgotten this heavy weapon, and feels that only with such a divine object in hand can he stimulate his small universe.
But the cauldron is not something you can memorize whenever you want.
Li Jingyu tried several times, not to mention running away with his shoulders on his shoulders, even walking with them was difficult. The last time the zombie was hit was purely an outburst of brute force out of desperation, but it is impossible for a person to be in an outburst state all the time.
So I couldn't take it, I couldn't let it go, I was entangled with Li Jingyu, and tortured the martial arts class.
In the end, Song Fei had an idea, and took out the original shovel from the cauldron that Li Jingyu had fought side by side with, and stuffed it into the opponent's hand. The euphemistic name is, with a shovel in hand, there is a big pot, the temperament is connected, and the spirit lasts forever.
Li Jingyu's eyes lit up, he readily accepted, and quickly danced to cultivate a tacit understanding of fighting with him.
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening after Zhao He finished sharpening his chopsticks.
Fourteen well-dressed little friends looked at me and I looked at you, and finally their eyes fell on Song Fei.
It was inconvenient to make a sound, Song Fei could only wink - why me? !
The thirteen little friends spread their hands together, and even the look of wanting to be beaten was carved out of one mold—you have the thickest skin.
Song Fei lingered for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, picked up the grocery bag on the ground, turned around and strode towards the chemistry class and his new classmates.
At this time, the two groups of people were no longer so distinct. To be precise, they had gradually gathered together during the day. The martial arts students know that this is to free up space for them to do their jobs, whether it is cooking or tidying up, it is convenient to move around, but now that they are done tidying up and ready to leave, they find that the radio is also in the gathering of the two classes. place.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the newcomer class of the chemistry class. The radio has been playing on the shelf closest to the newcomer class for the past few days.
But now, Song Fei needs to take it away under the gaze of forty-three pairs of eyes.
What kind of comrades would assign such a task to another comrade, it is simply inhumane! ! !
Shouts burst in his heart, like continuous fireworks in a festival, bang bang bang bang, making Song Fei dizzy.
But the feet have come to forty-three people.
The sound of the radio was still ringing above his head, Song Fei forced himself not to look at everyone's expressions, quickly reached out to fish out the tape recorder, and quickly turned it off.
The back kitchen fell into deathly silence for an instant.
Song Fei finally couldn't hold back, and turned to look at the forty-three people.
But seeing this, he regretted it.
Even if he was mentally prepared, the feeling of watching the light in other people's eyes gradually go out was still hard for Song Fei to resist. He doesn't feel that what he did is wrong, but he also has the guilt of depriving others of hope. The two are obviously contradictory, but they actually coexist.
But this is not his business alone, Song Fei tried his best to ignore the depression in his heart, picked up the radio and returned, stuffing it into Zhao He's arms.
Zhao He caught it, but he was caught off guard.
Song Fei frowned, and had nothing to say to the freshman class in the chemistry class, but he still talked to Zhao He: "What kind of expression do you have, don't you always take it?"
Zhao He seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated several times, finally sighed heavily, and hugged the tape recorder unwillingly.
Song Fei realized that he was still carrying a sundry bag in his hand, and only then did he realize that he was busy picking up the recycling radio just now, and forgot about it.
Quickly turned around again and went back to the chemistry class and the freshman class, squatted down and took everything out of the bag: "Honey, wolfberry, beauty instrument... We got these from the express delivery point, and I almost forgot to put them in the box all the time." , it’s not convenient to carry it, so I’ll leave it for you guys…”
Subconsciously wanting to eliminate the blunt atmosphere caused by taking the radio away, Song Fei tried hard to make his tone sound friendly and lively. But he never dared to lift his head, let alone make eye contact.
Wang Shan burst into laughter.
Song Fei was surprised, before he raised his face, Wang Shan said angrily, "Who the hell wants your plasticine."
At the end of taking out the things, Song Fei was already moving mechanically, and he was still thinking about the radio, so he didn't pay attention to what was taken out later. After being scolded by Wang Shan, I took a closer look, no, a small bucket of plasticine is a colorful one.
Song Fei was also happy.
The spoils of the second delivery point were not sorted out, they were all put together in a general way, and they forgot to deal with it in the end.
"Be content," Song Fei finally dared to look directly at Wang Shan, "I didn't bring you back the civil servant's test paper."
Wang Shan glanced at him with a chuckle: "Hurry up and get out."
Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning.
There are thousands of twists and turns hidden in the bottom of the mind, the speaker needless to say, the listener already understands.
Turning around again and returning to the martial arts class, Song Fei contemplated for a while, and finally said calmly: "Let's go."
I thought the friends were waiting for his words, but he finally made up his mind and opened his mouth, and his twenty-six legs didn't move.
Everyone looked past him, looking in the direction he had been to not long ago.
Everyone's faces were calm, but there was an inexplicable light in their eyes.
Song Fei's heart trembled, and he turned his head slowly.
Wang Shan and many students in the newcomer class of the chemistry class stared at them, as if they were going to watch them leave before giving up. But there are also a small group of students who are not staring at them, but the radio. One of them couldn't control it. He had already said the word "receive", and was kicked by the hulking classmate who had been entangled with Song Fei in the warehouse before. kick.
That kick was so real that the person who was kicked did not dare to make a sound.
"If you want to go, go quickly, and wait for us to send Jun Qianli away." The male classmate who kicked the man seemed to have not finished venting his anger, which is called fierce.
But Song Fei couldn't get angry.
Not only was I not angry, but I also felt very sour in my heart.
"I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly, his voice was so low that even those in the martial arts class could only hear it when they got close, and he didn't have the usual calmness at all, but hesitantly, "Uh, I'll just Just say it casually, if you don't like to hear it, just pretend I didn't say it..."
"Let me interject first!" Zhao He interrupted Huang Mo impatiently, his chest puffed up and he squeezed the tape recorder into the center of the group of friends, "Do I have to bring this thing? .Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. The motherland is regaining lost ground every day, controlling the virus, restoring heating, airdropping food, and no more flowers... "
The radio was put on the ground with a slap, and Zhao He simply put the pick to the end.
"It's fine if you have to carry it, anyway, I won't carry it, whoever you like to carry it... that's all I'll say, Huang Mo, go ahead."
Huang Mo couldn't help laughing: "I'll let you finish talking."
"Huh?" Zhao He didn't understand.
But it does not prevent comrades from affirming his great opinion.
Qi Yan: "It's indeed a car wheel talk."
Wang Qingyuan: "And it will greatly affect the speed of travel."
Song Fei: "Even if I want to listen to it again in two days, there's no way I can find a radio in the urban area. Maybe there's already one over there now, so we can just listen."
Feng Qibai: "Then throw it here?"
He Zhi asked, "Throw it away."
Luo Geng: "I represent the rest, throw it away."
Qiao Siqi: "Who asked you to represent it!"
Lin Dilei: "You disagree?"
Qiao Siqi: "That's not true, I just want to remind everyone, look carefully next time when you look in the mirror, we count as one, and there must be a holy light shining behind us."
Zhou Lu: "Not good-looking?"
Joskey: "I'm about to fall in love with myself again."
The martial arts students brought the radio back to the front of the forty-three people, and the expression of the latter seemed to see a mental illness.
It's still the kind that is willing to fly to block the knife for you.
Some people cried directly, and I don't know why the feelings of the old men are so delicate.
Here, Huang Mo patiently told him to save the battery as much as possible, and don't leave it for so long like a few days ago. But when a newcomer comes, you have to let it go, you can't be stingy, and so on. Over there, Song Fei turned on the radio again, just in time for the news to start from the beginning again on the hour, and he held up his mobile phone to record the audio for fifteen minutes.
Finally felt that it was almost the same, when Song Fei pressed the recording stop button, he realized that Qi Yan was staring at him.
"In case of emergencies." Song Fei raised his eyebrows and put the phone back in his pocket.
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "Smart."
Song Fei was stunned, and leaned over in the next second: "Say it again!"
Qi Yan blinked blankly: "Smart?"
Song Fei: "You were clearly affirmative just now!"
Qi Yan suddenly realized, he smiled and ruffled Song Fei's hair, but he didn't say anything about the compliment.
The chemistry class and new classmates next to me didn't know how to express it anymore. Those who were crying were still wailing, and those who weren't were all sincerely grateful. Xie De Wusheng class didn't know how to pick it up. If there is an incense table in that posture, they can be confessed.
"It's almost done—"
Song Fei yelled loudly, and the kitchen was instantly quiet.
"We all belong to the same school, so there's really no need to do that!"
Song Fei's shout was sincere, and everyone who heard it was moved.
"There will be more opportunities to repay you after the school reopens. Remember, my name is Song Fei, Department of Tourism Management, School of History... Hey, don't drag me away, I haven't finished yet. My dormitory is No. 2 Male Dormitory, East District. —”
The author has something to say: I’m finally leaving the cafeteria, and I’m a little bit sad, but when I think about exploring the last part of the university map, I’m a little excited~~ Some friends said that they are very concerned about it. If you go to the urban area, don’t you? It's going to be called the city of mourning, puff, no way. The focus of this article is on the university, and the urban area probably accounts for the last 5%~10%, mainly because I love my alma mater too deeply. (Alma mater: Bah, then you messed up my dormitory, the chemical building exploded, the glass in the hospital shattered, and the freezer in the cafeteria was a disaster! Me: 233333)