Chapter 10: Chinese New Year

Sunday, February 10, 2013
Today is the Spring Festival, Zhang Xiaoqiang's first Spring Festival in the last days, a Chinese New Year.
I remember that every time I was a child, my family prepared the new year's goods early. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot bath and put on new clothes. He watched his parents prepare for the New Year's Eve.
The that was put out of the blood slammed on the ground, unable to "flutter", and the scattered feathers floated slowly in the air. The mother took the hot water bucket and prepared to scald the cock. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister looked at the melon seeds. The mother held two chicken feet. The chicken head hangs down gently, and the blood beads dribbled down the ground. Draw a red line, from the chicken head until the chicken feet rotate clockwise in the bucket, the dead burst out of the last strength, open the wings and thrash in the bucket, the boiling water is thrown out of the bucket and sprinkled around Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister screamed to avoid. It attracted the mother's embarrassment and loudly reminded not to dirty the new clothes.
The serious father in the weekdays is rare, no longer squinting. Holding the spring rolls wrapped up yesterday, watching the fire next to the oil pan, the mouth is holding a small tune, let Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister beside him. Pedestrians on the street are rushing home, hoping to return home early and spend the New Year with their families.
In the evening, my father took out a big red whip and hung it under the eaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around behind his father's like a small tail. The younger sister hid behind the door and stared at his ears.
The sound of firecrackers sounded, and the family sat around with four people. The table was full of hearty dishes, and the father poured a glass of white wine and slowly tasted it. Mother is holding a bowl and chanting, and tomorrow morning, I will go to the country to see my grandmother. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister buried their mouths and ate their mouths, but their eyes were aimed at the dishes on the table.
After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, the mother took the dinner table, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister sat on the side of the white charcoal fire pit, eating the peanuts of the seeds and watching the "Spring Festival Gala." The father sat in the middle of the teacup and sipped a cup of tea from time to time. When Chen Peisi’s bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister laughed loudly, and their parents’ faces were full of smiles.
I remembered the past and I remembered the current situation, and a sadness filled my heart.
The end of the Spring Festival makes Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extraordinarily lonely, looking at the cottage phone next to the pillow, he prayed that someone can send him a Spring Festival greeting message, even if it is a 1008 telecom small ad! The mobile phone is still silent, desperation is evolving in the bottom of my heart, and the feeling of loneliness makes him crazy. He picks up his mobile phone and slams it on the floor tiles.
"啪嗒..........." The phone was broken into three petals on the ground, the fuselage, the battery, and the rear shell, which alternately bounced off the ground, fell, and rolled to the side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the broken mobile phone on the floor! ! !
I don't know how long it took, and the mood slowly calmed down. I picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it. I watched the cockroaches crawling cheerfully, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s mood began to get better.
At least I am still alive, at least I can stand here and play around leisurely. I am at least lucky than the 90 people of the world, and I can breathe without the fresh air.
"Oh!!!!!!!!" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself. He thought that his grand otaku was always heartless. How did he become sentimental when he arrived in the last days?
Today is the Spring Festival, the most important festival for Chinese people. Why can't you live alone in the Spring Festival?
When I thought of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already at noon. He began to get busy. He used a bottle of water to burn a pot of water on the induction cooker. The extravagant wash took a shower. It was also the first wash after the end of the day. After a shower, I put on a clean dress, and poured out the black and muddy bath water to the kitchen.
A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of braised pork, a bowl of steamed eggs, a large bowl of soup with cabbage.
The simple, superb birthday of the weekdays was placed on the table, and three tables and chopsticks were placed on the table, which were parents and sisters. The father’s chopsticks had a glass of white wine, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave himself I poured a cup of "Great Wall Cabernet Red" and slowly drank.
A bottle of dry red was unconsciously finished, and his depression made him want to drink. He picked up the "Taohuaxiang" liquor bottle and poured it in his mouth. Half a bottle of white wine was under the belly. He seemed to return to his former family. Sitting around the group, the mother said that the parents were short, and the father ignored nothing. He was slowly smeared with a glass of wine. From time to time, he chopped a chopstick dish and drunk the liquor. The younger sister was clamoring for a pair of new shoes.
The violent headache, Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up, opened the quilt and mixed the bed, the cold air made him feel a chill, and took the water bottle to finish it, only to ease the dry mouth.
The rest of the leftovers left yesterday was cooked in an induction cooker. When it was eaten for breakfast, the wine was drunk too much last night, and it was all bitter in the mouth. I didn’t know what it was like to eat in my mouth.
As in the past practice of the iron gun, when the morning task was completed, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to rest, holding the MP9 military sniper squatting on the window sill and aiming at the zombie downstairs. 80 steel were squandered in the name of practice. ~EbookFREE.me~ He is not willing to use the six arrows. It is rare to find it when he shoots out. The dozens of shooting exercises have made his prospects a huge improvement, at least not to mention the East.
Through the MP9 smashing the crosshairs on the sight of the cockroach aiming at an agile evolutionary variation zombie, the zombie is in the rogue, his MP9 is slowly moving with the movement of the zombies, and the zombies in the scope are also coming. , rushed in one direction.
"Is there a situation?" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the sniper, picked up a 10x telescope and stared at it. In the line of sight, the zombies slammed into another agile zombie, and the ordinary zombies around them began to scream and smack them.
"Zombie smashed inside?" Zhang Xiaoqiang holding a telescope is a bit silly! The telescope observed the attacked zombies.
This is an agile variant zombie. It looks stronger and more flexible than a normal agile zombie. It is about 1.4 meters. It is a short section than a normal zombie. It moves fast with its back, and how other zombies are. I can't beat it, and both hands are holding something to feed in my mouth.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see what it was catching. When he faced him, he saw that a mouse tail was exposed in his hand.
The mice were not big, so the time of the riots was not long. After the rats were eaten, the zombies returned to calm.
Looking down at the downstairs, the slightly strong agile zombies returned to the opposite side of the street, where there was a row of old-fashioned tiled houses, a corner next to a gutter, and the mouse should ran out of the gutter.
"Don't the virus be effective only for humans." Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, seeing the agile zombie staying quietly in the gutter, connecting to the power-type mutant zombie killed the day before yesterday.
"D virus + flesh + rain = zombie evolution?" Zhang Xiaoqiang some understand the reasons for the evolution of the zombies.