Chapter 55: Under the moon

Everybody is exhausted by the hard work, but it also makes the brain no longer have to think about it. A group of eight small partners clean up as quickly as possible, and then they cover the warm clothing seized by the courier point. ()
Sleep all night, no dream until dawn.
The next day, the little friends awakened in the warm rice fragrance. This scent smelled quiet and indifferent for a long time, and it had a mellow and long aftertaste. It's so kind that it makes people feel trance dislocated in time and space, as if lying on a small bed in their bedroom, bathed in the bright sunshine outside the window for a long time, salivating in the door, the mother's in the kitchen Congee.
Seven people opened their eyes one after another, and the stainless steel table, table, stove, pots and pans pulled them back to reality with their own cold luster.
The only person who can neutralize this chill is Lin Dilei who is standing in front of the stove not far away.
I hummed songs with my earphones in my head. I sang a spoon in the pot. It was lively and lovely, bright and brisk.
The original woolen coat was replaced early, and she has been wearing a down jacket with a furry hat for a while. Her uneven short hair was pinned behind her ears, revealing a white face, and so beautiful in the light and shadow that penetrated through the blinds.
Seven male students sat up one after another, the floor space was limited, and no one moved, so this time it was a group shape lined up side by side.
"It's so nice to have a girl ..." Luo Geng's eyes flicked and his heart fluttered.
Mongolia, who has always taken the petty bourgeois sentimental route, has long been uncomfortable with him like this: "You don't want to be like a wolf all day long. Just as you are such a trivial kind, I am a small mine and I will not take care of you."
"I'm talking in my heart, so how can I be so insignificant." Luo Geng looked puzzled, and his eyes were upright and innocent. "There is a girl in the team who is good-looking, warm-hearted, and always fragrant, just There are flowers in the room. I commend two words from my heart, sincerely! "
"Hey, I found that when you encounter a small mine, your language skills are advancing by leaps and bounds." How can there be a lively Joskey with a barrage? "I admit that the small mine is really good, but you can't praise her. Just hit us brothers. It ’s nice to have a girl, you make your brothers feel sad. "
Luo Geng's expression was tangled, and his expression was tangled, as if he wanted to explain to Joskey, but he didn't know how to organize the language.
"He means that there is a girl who feels more at home." Wang Qingyuan understood Luo Geng's spirit and spoke for him.
Qiao Siqi frowned: "Isn't there any home feeling for all the boys?"
"You can try it," Wang Qingyuan shrugged and lifted his chin slightly in the direction of Lin Dilei. "Imagine that it is not Lin Dilei but Zhao He who cooks porridge over there."
Qiao Siqi: "..."
Wang Qingyuan: "Humbling lightly, twisting the waist slightly, smiling lips, gentle eyes."
other people:"……"
Wang Qingyuan: "How do you feel?"
All comrades: "Pledge to protect small mines!"
Second floor, Korean food after cooking.
Zhao He: "A sneeze--"
Huang Mo: "Have you caught a cold?"
Zhao He: "No, the nose suddenly itchy."
Feng Qibai: "Someone misses you."
Zhao He: "... hehe."
Wu Zhou: "Oh, your sister, you said to ask you to ask for a mask downstairs. This sneeze and snot all into the pot!"
Zhao He: "You can do it!"
Wu Zhou: "My dish name Solitaire did not lose."
Zhao He: "Have a good wrist!"
Fu Xiyuan: "Brother, if you have a lot of shouting time, you will stir more and stir the porridge. I smell as if it smells mushy."
He Zhiwen: "Put the green onion to remove the smell."
Zhao He: "How can there be green onions. Is spicy cabbage okay?"
Huang Mo walked to the window and quietly looked into the distance in the morning light. When the male students volunteered to share the hard work in the kitchen for you, but finally selected the performer by duel, you should know that a disaster is coming.
On the twentieth day of the corpse outbreak, the Wusheng class friends cooked porridge early in the morning, white rice cooked upstairs, and eight treasures cooked downstairs—this day is Laba Festival.
The only mobile phone that has lost its signal is time and perpetual calendar.
The irregular chaotic work and rest of the day and night, and the horror environment full of unrealistic feelings outside, are blurring the five senses of the little friends, seeming to float into the air unconsciously, only when they see the exact changing date Only then will the trance's heart settle down.
At six o'clock in the evening, Zhao He, Wu Zhou, Feng Qibai and He asked, as expected.
Downstairs, Song Fei, Qi Yan, Zhou Lu and Qiao Siqi have also been equipped.
The time to go to Gewu Building is tonight.
Although I just went to the courier point yesterday and played a game after I came back, my friends are not willing to wait more. In other words, the objective environment does not allow them to think long. In this kind of survival battle that may have unexpected situations or even death at any time, time is life.
Eight people were fully armed, masks, goggles, weapons, backpacks-Zhao He also carried school bags when they escaped from the dormitory.
If there is something in the back kitchen warehouse on the first floor that surprises the friends the most, it is a variety of canned food-canned lunch meat, canned fermented lobster fish, canned braised pork, etc. . Compared with other foods that still need to be cooked, canned food, which is the smallest in size and has the highest density, is the most convenient thing to carry and eat. It is naturally a must-have for long-distance expeditions.
In addition, Lin Dilei also baked some cakes for everyone. It is also convenient for storage and hungry. Although it tastes a little choking, it may cost more water.
"Actually, if it goes well, it can be up to two nights at a time, maybe one night will do," Song Fei was forced to pack a backpack full of eight points.
Lin Dilei insisted: "Be prepared."
Song Fei had no choice but to compromise, but: "I hope it won't work."
If you really wait until these reserves are exhausted before you can come back, then you have really learned the West.
But if these reserves are exhausted, they have n’t come back ...
Shaking his head vigorously, throwing away bad thoughts, Song Fei retreated to the team of seven people, and said to the remaining four friends: "Waiting for the news of our victory."
"Whether you can find the radio or not," Wang Qingyuan said one by one, "Please be sure to come back."
Song Feiding looked at him and suddenly grinned: "But it is best to find it?"
Wang Qingyuan returned to him with a smile, a rare naughty: "Of course."
The north wind is cold, the night is cold.
The empty campus is terribly quiet. No matter the main road or the path, there is no figure in sight. Only the street lamp was quietly lit, but it was even more weird, as if all the people had evaporated in an instant, leaving only the empty road, the quiet building, and the more cold and cold air.
Eight people were carefully hidden in the shadow of the street lamp, and they moved eastward along the road towards the department building.
From the canteen to the Gewu Building, there are basically no small roads, all of which are flat and wide asphalt roads. The difference between the different roads is either to pass the main entrance of the department building or the back of the department building. Only the Yixin Building, Luban Building, Qiushi Building and many other faculty buildings can reach the Gewu Building in the innermost position.
The disadvantage of the wide asphalt road is that it is not easy to hide. Fortunately, there are big trees on both sides of the road. Although the leaves have fallen out, the thick trunk that is only a few meters away still gives the friends some psychological security. Walk forward against the tree.
I just walked to the target area, not to mention Gewu Building, and even the nearest Yixin Building is still far away, which is really tiring.
The only thing that can comfort the little friends is that they have not met any zombies along the way.
But people are so strange, the more they do n’t meet, the more they feel anxious—
"You said," Joskey pressed his voice very low, almost leaving only breath, "Where are they all hiding?"
"Let's go inside the building," answered Mr. Zhou on Monday, "Like those in the cafeteria, when the outside is cold, hide in the building."
Johns heard a huge shadow shrouded in his heart: "As you say, isn't the department building over the sea of ​​zombies?"
"The possibility is high."
"..." Qiao Siqi felt that he could not move a bit.
"It's a knife to stretch one's head, and a knife to shrink one's head. I want to plunge into the sea quickly." Song Fei said, unconsciously frowning, half doubting and half vomiting, "How come I haven't felt this way so long before? I remember not long after coming from the dormitory. "
Qi Yan's tone is faint and slow: "You are all rushing to the last second before the class bell rings, and you can't feel the distance is reasonable."
Song Fei suddenly realized: "It turns out that ... did I use your explanation!"
Qi Yan raised the corner of his mouth unconsciously and was full of joy.
Although Song Fei was disturbed by vomiting, but when I thought about it, people were right. I really could sleep for an extra minute, and never get up for a second, even if it was the class dean's class, it was treated equally, not at all. Treat differently. Later, Qi Yan didn't know where to get it. It turned out that he not only perverted the elective courses, but also had a bowl of compulsory courses, so he just didn't know how many times he had just corrected his learning attitude.
At first, Qi Yan might really like him, but later it was estimated that it was useless, and it was all for the sake of grief. Anyway, the decayed wood can't be carved, and the bad breath can be refreshed.
Former Song Fei felt that Qi Yan was purely fault-finding.
Now he understands it, it is a kind of angry looking at you in vain time.
"you're right……"
The sudden and sincere words made Qi Yan think that he had auditory hallucinations, and he asked with uncertainty: "Huh?"
Song Fei straightforwardly said: "You are right, I shouldn't be so messed up."
Qi Yan black line: "If I remember correctly, the last time I said this, it seems that it has to be traced back to summer."
Song Fei: "The truth is too profound, you have to give me time to understand."
Qi Yan: "..."
Qi Yan did n’t know what Song Fei suddenly blew. He accidentally looked up and found that there was a banner pulled between the trees on the left side of the road. boat.
This kind of propaganda banner can be seen everywhere on campus, aiming to create a healthy and spiritual outlook on campus.
Did you see this?
Qi Yan pursed his lips and rejected this inference-this banner has been hanging here for 800 years. The sun and rain, fading and shrinking, it is really not like it can stir people's hearts.
But Song Fei is really introspecting.
Moreover, he knew frankly that he knew he was likely to be vomited.
By contrast, the sneer and sarcasm that I have just shown is something special.
[Essentially lacks the ability to bring love to happiness. 】
【In short, you don't respect him. 】
What Wang Qingyuan said suddenly appeared in Qi Yan's mind.
Although the other party made it very clear at the time, Qi Yan didn't really taste it until now.
Rear.
Zhao He: "What are you talking about?"
Wu Zhou: "Inaudible."
Feng Qibai: "It seems that the zombies are hiding in the building, and Song Fei seems to be talking to Qi Yan about summer memories?"
He Zhi asked: "Summer? They both knew each other before?"
Feng Qibai: "The ghost knows."
Zhao He: "Their class is really weird."
Wu Zhou: "From the moment when Li hit the pot down, I would n’t be surprised if anything happened in his class."
He asked: "Lee Whale."
Wu Zhou: "Huh?"
He Zhi asked: "He is called Li Whale."
Wu Zhou: "Look, I don't feel the strange name now."