Chapter 39: Reunion

Sleepless all night.
It ’s not that Song Fei did n’t want to sleep, but it was too cold in the kitchen after heating off. There is nothing on the ground that can't be kept cold, and no one is paving the ground. The cleaned desk is a good place to live, and it can isolate the ground from the cold. However, the characteristic window is different from the long back kitchen downstairs. Each compartment is a small kitchen chopping board. How many copies are made, so the desk is not large, and there is not much room left for the two girls. So Lin Dilei and Huang Mo hugged together on the desk, and the remaining male students leaned against the corner of the corner, sleeping if they could sleep, and squinting if they couldn't.
Finally until dawn, Song Fei felt that his fingers and toes were a little bit stiff, and stood up and moved for a long time before slowly coming back.
Zhao He, they are not so good. One of them counts, all with dark circles in their eyes, looking very haggard. Song Fei finally realized that the fatigue on the faces of the two classmates was not only escaped, but also tortured by the rest.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei got up early, and they have started to cook miso soup. The rich sauce and the heat of the stove fire gave this cold morning a hint of warmth.
Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, while walking over to open the window, cold air rushed across the face, instantly refreshing.
Outside is a white snowy world, not as beautiful as it really is. The treetops, the ground, are covered with snow everywhere, and under the newborn sun gleams a crystal light, as if the bride's wedding yarn, pure and clear.
"The snow is big enough," Zhao He wondered when he came behind Song Fei, quite strangely, "It seems that there was no such heavy snow last winter."
Wu Zhou, who had just stolen a spoonful of soup and prepared to give it to his mouth, stopped the action and retorted: "Why not. It was next time in early February, and the playground was not available all day. Your training is not It's all stopped. "
Zhao He raised his beautiful eyebrows and recalled the hard time: "I have no impression at all ..."
Huang Mo snatched back the spoon in Wu Zhou ’s hand, pinched the thief in the cradle, and then analyzed:
It ’s estimated that it melted too fast, so I always feel like I ’ve never played it.

Wu Zhou looked at the soup in his mouth almost reluctantly, and sighed: "Ah, this is going to be in the northeast of China, and it will not be brought into a winter, and it will be white to the spring."
"Fortunately, it's not in the northeast, it's only a few degrees below zero that can't stand us, if it's tens of degrees below ... Ah! I don't dare to think about it." He Zhiwen rubbed his nose while looking wondering In the distance, Song Fei looked down. The latter had been watching for a long time. The longer his neck stretched, the more he wished to go back to the building. He was frightened, "Song Fei, pay attention, don't fall!"
He Zhiwen ’s reminder Song Fei did n’t know if he heard it. Zhao He next to Song Fei heard clearly and felt strange. He took his arm and pestered him:
What do you think?

Song Fei finally recovered his half body and replied: "Zombie."
Last night, Song Fei told class 2 students about their fighting experience and scientific research achievements. Well, fighting experience, Song Fei bragged a little, he did n’t know if people heard it, anyway, he was happy. However, he did not dare to adulterate the scientific research results at all. From the suspected zombies virus to the characteristics of the zombies, he admitted to doing science popularization seriously. Class 2 students have full recognition and doubts, but whether they believe it or not, at least they all accept the term "zombie". Can't bite a mad student monster student, it sounds awkward.
Zhao He glanced down dumbfoundedly, and the world was so vast, how could there be half a ghost shadow: "Is there no zombies?"
"It's just not strange," Song Fei was puzzled. "At any time before, no matter day or night, there will be zombies wandering. Maybe you smell human or you see more living people, you can't smell when you can't see. There are fewer, but none are too strange. "
Zhao He is a straight line, so he ca n’t understand Song Fei ’s hundreds of rounds:
Afraid of the cold, who would run out on a snowy day and freeze to death.

Song Fei wanted to refute subconsciously. The zombies are painless and unconscious, but they are still afraid of the cold. Is n’t that strange? But another thought, maybe they can no longer be called humans, but they are still some kind of creatures. Since certain behaviors and habits in life can be retained, the most basic physiological characteristics of seeking benefits and avoiding harm are also retained, and it seems that there is nothing. impossible.
"Let's eat--" Lin Dilei lined up the stone pot on the clean table, taking advantage of Huang Mo's soup, and greeted Song Fei and Zhao He, "hurriedly close the window and freeze the capital It's freezing. Come over for soup first, and then you and you will give pointers to Jiangshan. "
In a blink of an eye, all eight people gathered at the desk, and without a stool, they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei is still wondering about the zombies' fear of cold, and his movements are a bit slow. After waiting for the recovery, the seven buddies have already been taken out, and there is only one left. Fortunately, they were all steaming, and they did not come first, and then arrived. He was in the tangy sauce, and he took up his share with anticipation ...
The footsteps that had originally turned around stopped, and Song Fei held the stone pot back to his eyes again, making sure that he heard the sound of dream breaking.
Xianli wow.
Crackling.
咣 When.
Click.
It seems that he is not the only one broken.
"Sister," Shao spoke on behalf of Wu Zhou's sad student. "You don't use a stone pot and a spoon to cook and then divide it. I can understand that after all this is the case, we don't have to pay attention to what we eat. Tofu, beef, mushrooms, clams, is it too cruel to get a handful of bean sprouts! "
Huang Mo took the soup calmly and enjoyed the sauce on the tip of his tongue before putting down the stone pot. Innocently spread his hands: "The tofu is all rancid, and I am unable to return to heaven."
Wuzhou black thread, the tofu is rancid that everyone saw the day after, but: "Isn't there still beef in the freezer, and there are a lot of dried mushrooms in the whole bag."
Huang Mo looked at him quietly, just looked at it without saying a word.
Wu Zhou said that there was no sound at the back, and Huang Mo's expression was very soft, but he always felt that the other party's lens would fly out at any time to cut his throat.
In fact, Huang Mo feels very different from Lin Dilei. The latter is full of presence even if he does n’t speak, standing there. If he does n’t pretend to be gentle, an opening is even more oppressive. But Huang Mo is mostly inconspicuous, and he is also small, and there is almost nothing that can be called aura, but the strange thing is that if she looks at you, you seem to be sucked into those eyes, Can't get out again. Then you will be taken or relaxed, or nervous, as if there is an invisible force that is holding you back.
Finally, Huang Mo opened his mouth and explained peacefully: "We can eat whatever we want, and we will die if we are addicted. But if you think this is a protracted war, there must be scientific planning for the distribution of food, and you can maximize it with minimum loss Efficiency. What do you think? "
Wu Zhou swallowed his saliva and quickly lowered his head to start drinking soup.
Zhao He, who has been on the sidelines, is sincerely convinced: "Women are attentive, no wonder my dad always said that my mom can hold up half of the sky."
Huang Mo stunned, not knowing what to do for a while.
Zhao He thought she was dissatisfied and immediately changed her mouth: "You can top three quarters!"
Huang Mo 囧, said "Thank you" for a long time, then bowed his head to drink soup, and never looked up again.
Zhao He vaguely felt that he was chatting again, but he would n’t chat with the girl or not one or two times. He shrugged and started his own bean sprouts breakfast journey.
It takes little time to drink soup, and within ten minutes, everyone will have the pot. Although the ingredients in the soup are scarce, the people are really warm when the hot soup comes out of a stone pot.
There are still no signs of zombies outside quietly. Both Song Fei and Lin Dilei are anxious to meet up with their friends, and they ca n’t worry about so much. They just say goodbye to class 2 students.
Huang Mo glanced underneath, and was a little worried: "Although it is on the second floor, it is also very tall. Do you just jump down like this?"
Fu Xiyuan also glanced below, wondering: "It's not too high, it's no problem to jump directly."
Huang Mo looked up at Fu Xiyuan.
Fu Xiyuan looked down at Huang Mo.
The height difference makes each other a bit awkward.
This is the story of a modern version of a pony crossing the river. Uncle Niu feels shallow and the squirrel feels deep. So in the story, the pony went home and asked her mother to go. But at the moment, Song Xiaoma has a very clear self-cognition: "It is also the weakest feet to jump directly."
Zhao He asked: "Then you are out of rope, how are you going to continue?"
Song Fei smiled and looked around the audience.
Classmates in Class 2 of Wusheng felt an unknown moment.
Five minutes later, everyone got together. Zhao He, who had the longest arm, raised his phone and clicked to freeze the eight united and friendly faces through the front camera with beauty.
As Zhao He returned the phone to Song Fei, the five male students of Wusheng Class 2 began to undress.
Huang Mo retreated to the side, and Ren Jun could not help but appreciate it generously, but he just took off his shirt and looked at it.
In a few minutes, a cloth rope made of sweaters, t-shirts, autumn clothes, etc. hung from the window on the second floor, and a giant white radish was tied to the end of the rope. Knocked on the glass window below, and made a muffled sound.
Soon, the window below was opened and Qi Yan leaned out and looked up.
Song Fei made an ok gesture to him, and Qi Yanxin nodded in comprehension.
The fabric rope was quickly retracted, and the radish was untied and put back again. This time there was no rope-handling person. The rope end was firmly tied to the pushed leg of the case, and the remaining six partners guarded the case. The legs prevent the loosened fabric from loosening halfway, and the other four people squeeze onto the desk to press down with their own weight, making sure they can withstand the weight of one person.
Everything is done in silence.
Two minutes before and after, Song Fei landed safely. Immediately after Lin Dilei landed, the two quickly got into the window. Zhao He withdrew the rope and closed the window.
Song Fei was frightened by the wide space as soon as he came in. Although he knew in his heart that the back kitchen downstairs must be much larger than upstairs, at first glance, the space conversion still needed to adapt. What's more important is the freezer. There are four of them, only one upstairs, and the size downstairs is also large, standing proudly in the corner of the wall, which is almost shining.
Qi Yan was amused by his appearance, he couldn't help it, touched his head: "Hungry, what do you want to eat, just pick whatever you want."
Song Fei froze and said unexpectedly: "Will you cook?"
"No." Qi Yan didn't even think about it. It was natural.
Song Fei black line: "Then let me pick what!"
Qi Yan froze: "Won't you do it?"
Song Fei: "When did I tell you that I would do it?"
Qi Yan: "When you first met, you said that the kitchen you got in the hall was just the reincarnation of the snail girl who found you and lay in bed in your life to enjoy it."
Song Fei: "..."
The friends spread out quietly and couldn't bear to look at the innocent naivety of Qi Yan.
If it is said that the Wusheng Class 1 had two positions on this dead-end group before this, then there is no disagreement at all now-helping Qi Xiaosong.
Looking at Qi Yan's stunned face, and then looking at the little friends who were disgusted, Song Fei also had a slight sense of shame. But objectively speaking, this is not a sinful thing, right, who does not pick up good things when he is flirting.
"It's no sin to brag about two sentences when pursuing others." Lin Dilei said softly.
Song Fei held her hand in tears and wished she could burst into tears: "Right, right, you have the most experience, this is human nature!"
Lin Dilei firmly pulled her hand out: "but be honest after catching up."
Song Fei: "No ..."
Monday Law: "It's okay if you're not honest, and finally kicked others."
Song Fei: "Not ..."
Luo Geng: "People don't count on the former to be compounded."
Qiao Siqi: "You kicked it a second time."
Song Fei: "He ..."
Li Jingyu: "When I didn't get it, it was a cinnabar mole. When I got it, it was mosquito blood on the wall."
Song Fei wants to find the only intimate brother crying without tears: "Qingyuan"
Student Wang stepped forward and patted his shoulder comfortably: "Actually after these days of observation, I found that he was not as bad as you said."
All little friends: "Are you still saying bad things about others ?!"
Song Fei: "... I was wrong, so I went to the corner to reflect."