Chapter 113: Rainy day

Suddenly, the zombies of Shuang Shudou, the harvest was neat, but the front and back were just a flash, just enough for the male students to run to the second floor, but it was far from warming the bath water, so the comrades still had enough time to review and analyze this should not be The tragedy that happened ... and this inexhaustible scene.
Kuang Ye: "TV cabinet ..."
Lin Dilei: "I did it."
Fu Xiyuan: "Puzzle ..."
Lin Dilei: "I did it too."
Luo Geng: "Fatal attack ..."
Huang Mo: "This is me."
Zhao He: "Where did the boning knife ..."
Huang Mo: "Confidential."
Song Fei: "No, no one of you is curious about this very strange bed!"
Mavison: "Don't change the subject, how do you two check the room?"
Qi Yan: "I think so, should I find some pots and pans before the leaked water soaks the floor, then?"
All comrades: "..."
Qiao Siqi: "Fuck! My dad must kill me !!!"
The bed was changed after Qiao Siqi, but the floor was owned by the landlord, and the lease contract was signed by Daddy Qiao and the landlord. Once something went wrong, Daddy Qiao would have known it for the first time, and even Qiao Siqi can now make up for it process--
what? My son soaked your floor?
Correct.
My Feng Shui fish tank broke?
No, the water bed is leaking.
That's okay ... a fart! That bunny bought a waterbed? !
This is a disastrous follow-up story.
So for the next hour or so, Wusheng class comrades did nothing else, including small mines and Huang Banxian, all gathered in the bedroom of Qiao classmates, holding various water holding utensils, Wusheng 12 shifted in two classes. Class 1 is full, and Class 2 is replaced. After the former rushes to the restroom and dumps it back, they will shift again and cycle back and forth.
Originally, there were not eight leaking points on the water bed. Later, it was found that the water discharge rate was too slow. Qiao classmate waved his arm and was scrapped anyway. How come efficiency? The little friends who had backache and backaches were glad to have a few more knives, and they stabbed it with pleasure.
After the water is drained, it gets dark.
The exhausted friends returned downstairs and sat in the living room, resting while watching the blood stains on the wall and the ground ...
"Jonhs," Song Fei thoughtfully looked at the red and white walls, "all of the country is in chaos. To survive is to escape from death. Are you sure the landlord will care about the floor being soaked?"
"Okay," Joskey didn't hesitate at all, "Maybe I don't want to be an accountant at first, but when everything is back on track, I'm sure I will settle the account after the autumn."
Song Fei narrowed his eyes: "If so ..."
"Huh?" Joskey breathed tightly, always feeling that something unclear happened again.
"We have to rub the wall."
"..." is really very unknown!
The living room wailed, but when I thought about it, even if the landlord did n’t pursue it, the family ’s harbour was desperately beaten down by myself, and it would take a short time to live visually. .
Yes, all the zombies were beaten, so they came to clean up.
The room was cleaned up in a hurry, then I took a shower and changed my clothes. If I did n’t change my clothes, I went to Joskey ’s closet. Of course, I cleaned the other half of the space that was not hidden by zombies. point.
The rain finally came up, and the rapid raindrops hit the window, unlike the late winter, but the early summer.
The male students of the Wusheng class nested on the sofa in the living room and waited for feeding. If they didn't grab the position, they moved the coffee table and sat on the carpet underneath.
Song Fei uses the mobile phone to put light music, cheerful, gentle, close his eyes and listen, as if returning to a carefree childhood.
The original local cadres of the class cadres are not all frustrated-several comrades who have been drowsy, thinking in a languid consciousness, aimlessly.
The back of the open kitchen is Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, they are already busy with their work, and the fragrance of the vegetables is floating in every corner with the notes.
Long absence, pleasant night.
No need to sneak on the moon, no plan ahead, no need to watch out for zombies, just like countless nights lying in the dormitory bed, sleep without heart and soul, snoring like a comfortable pig.
"It's time to eat--"
Called out, and called back the soul who was awake but squinted asleep.
Instinctively follow the prestige, Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, sprinkled with fragrant meals under the warm light, like this hard-won peaceful night, beautiful.
"On this extravagant meal, you have to save some food later."
Sixteen little friends sat or stood around the dining table in a jagged circle, braving pointed dishes, and a dozen pairs of chopsticks went down.
Gulped, the comrades heard the reminder of the small mine.
He Zhiwen swallowed a big mouthful of food, and finally made a sound: "Sixteen people eat four dishes and one soup called luxury !?"
"It's four" pot "dishes and one" pot "soup." Lin Dilei didn't want to knock on his head angrily, but when he reached his hand, he unconsciously changed his face. Although Classmate He has lost some weight this time, the feel of Yuanyuan's face is still invincible.
"Speak well, why should you get started ..."
I felt that I was taken advantage of and I was n’t sure why I was eating or not. After mumbling to this sentence, I dared to make a meal before daring to make it again.
"Save food in the refrigerator, how long can it be eaten?" Wang Qingyuan finally asked serious questions.
Lin Dilei looked at Huang Mo.
The latter thought for a while: "With our leftover dried meat, two boxes of instant noodles, and the whole bag of unopened expired flour, half a month."
Mavison: "Only half a month ?!"
Qiao Siqi: "You think, we have sixteen mouths."
Song Fei: "Well, no one cares where another bag of expired flour comes out ..."
Qiao Siqi: "I bought it."
Mavison: "Why buy expired flour?"
Qiao Siqi: "... Of course it didn't expire when I bought it !!!"
After a meal, the comrades finally had a sense of the survival prospects.
And thanks to Qiao ’s bag that was originally intended to be used to learn how to steam buns so that he can go home in the summer vacation to show the old-fashioned dad, but the winter vacation is coming soon and the unopened flour-although it expired, but the expiration time is short And after opening the bag, it was as white as frost, and there was no sign of moisture or mildew-this is a real staple food, otherwise it is difficult to support the sixteen motherland flowers for a long time with the fish and eggs in the refrigerator.
But half a month, in fact it is not long.
"Let's look at it later," Qi Yan said while helping to clean up the tableware, "It's really not possible, you can only go to the airdrop to find supplies."
Zhao He frowned: "The question is where is the airdrop?"
Fu Xiyuan reminded him: "Did you see it outside the community during the day, in that direction, not far away."
"Locating the exact location of the airdrop is not a problem," He Zhiwen kept in mind the scene of the airdrop at noon. "As far as the altitude and direction of the plane fly, we can see it in front of the kitchen window. How is it going to die?"
Kuang Ye: "We all broke out of the university city, the airdrop point in front of us, little meaning!"
Mavison: "Who gives you confidence ..."
Kuang Ye: "You."
Mavison: "Ah?"
Kuang Ye: "As soon as I look at you, I feel that I am extremely energy-conscious and fearless."
Mavison: "... the squad leader, you don't care about the campus bully!"
Seeing that the collective cohesion is about to fall apart after eating and drinking, the Song Ban cadres hurried everyone to find Zhou Gong.
Qiao Siqi's five rooms and two halls, in addition to his own bedroom, other rooms are also readily available. Originally not so complete, then the whole class always came to "open class meeting", as soon as it was opened one night a day, gradually gradually completed.
But now, the master bedroom has fallen into the worst place. The water mattress is completely scrapped, leaving the hard bed frame, which can only be used to lay the floor.
In the end, there were two girls in a house, a three-swordsman in a gym, a house of Qiao Siqi, Zhou Yilu, Luo Geng, and a house of Kuang Ye, a house of Song Fei, Qi Yan, Ma Weisen, He Zhiwen, Feng Qibai, Wang Qing Yuan and Li Jingyu have a house.
There is no compulsory rule for anyone who sleeps with anyone, so it looks pleasing to the eye, free combination, can squeeze three to squeeze three, can squeeze four to squeeze four, of course, there is no lack of Song Fei, Qi Yan The one inserted in the middle, as well as Marvison's rather one-kilowatt light bulbs, also have security thighs.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, with less urgency and a little more gentleness.
Song Fei closed his eyes, but heard it really.
He can't sleep.
An exhausted day, it was clear that he should fall asleep, but he was particularly sober and did not even have a little sleepiness. Even, he didn't feel tired, his body seemed to suddenly become as light as his soul, and he was gradually floating from the bed.
"Can't sleep?"
The hand on his waist suddenly gave him a light hug.
Song Fei was in a trance for a moment, and his body floating upward seemed to fall back to the bed again, as never before.
"Hmm." Softly responded, Song Fei leaned back into Qi Yan's arms.
Didn't realize he was sleeping soundly by Wilson, who was a few centimetres away from the class cadres. His snoring sounded and his rhythm sounded.
Qi Yan bit his ear, blowing hot air inside: "Go to the living room."
Get up in fear, close the door carefully, crouching down the stairs.
Song Fei did n’t know what Qi Yan was going to do with himself, um, he really did n’t know at all ... wait, why the living room is lit with floor lamps and there are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 comrades sitting on the sofa like a gourd baby Here! ! !
"Neither of you can sleep?" Li Jingyu blinked his eyes and asked innocently.
Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at each other ...
"Yes."
The black crushed heads gathered in the living room, and only two female classmates, three swordsmen in the sports institute, Mavison and Qiao Siqi were sleeping.
It ’s a blessing to be able to fall asleep, so the nine comrades-in-arms are very envious ... These seven are judged one by one in the back!
Who made them out of gangs!
Criticism is criticized, after all, no one really disturbs the good dreams of these little friends.
On Monday, Lü Geng squeezed Luo Geng to the side, and he made a quarter of an acre for Qi Yan and Song Fei.
The two of them sat in, and the sofa was obviously overloaded, but this crowding gradually diluted the culprit of the insomnia of the little friends-unrealism.
Yeah, after a long and arduous battle, the stability in front of me is sweet, just like a dream.
Little friends ca n’t sleep, maybe deeper, they dare not sleep, afraid of waking up, the dream will be gone.
"Speak something," Song Fei broke the silence. "It's so stupid to sit like this."
Feng Qibai rarely smiled: "What do you say?"
Song Fei spread his hand: "Just talk casually."
Monday Law: "Then I want to interview you how you look right."
Song Fei: "Individual , nothing available ..."
Qi Yan: "He first touched me."
Song Fei: "You ..."
Wang Qingyuan: "Aren't you talking about Qi Yan chasing you?"
Song Fei: "I ..."
Luo Geng: "Scheming boy."
Song Fei: "Don't talk anymore this day!"
Night talks were carried out chaotically and disorderly, and it continued like this until dawn.
The rain did not know when to stop. When the first ray of sunlight emerged from the clouds, the nine comrades in arms were using their mobile phones to compare with their fathers and mothers—except for those whose phones had been sacrificed.
Eventually attempted to compare, because everyone felt that his father ’s facial features were the most impeccable.
But one thing, the comrades-in-arms still reached an agreement
"He Zhiwen, how did you perfectly avoid all the advantages of Uncle Aunt's face?"
The seven comrades who are full of sleep do not know why some other friends will sleep until noon.
Nine comrades-in-law who slipped back into the room before dawn turned into dreams, and finally went home in dreams.
Eighteen days later, at noon.
Luo Geng: "Do you say they two ..."
Qiao Siqi: "Yes."
Monday law: "You see?"
Fu Xiyuan: "It still takes a while to see, the big light bulb of Maweisen has automatically changed to another house. Can they both let go of this time and place?"
Kuang Ye: "Huh, ah."
Lin Dilei: "There are girls too, pay attention ..."
Luo Geng: "Sorry sorry."
Lin Dilei: "How do we understand the words so obscure?"
Luo Geng: "..."
Feng Qibai: "Actually it looks good after a long time."
Mavison: "It's more than just a match. Look at your back, you're definitely an old wife and an old wife."
Huang Mo: "Love makes people hardworking."
Li Jingyu: "Yes, they have contracted the kitchen for three consecutive days."
He asked: "But I really don't want to drink pimple soup anymore ..."
Huang Mo: "Today is an egg pie."
He asked: "Ouch?"
Li Jingyu: "Can't you properly disguise the surprise of foodies!"
Wu Zhou: "Zhao He."
Zhao He: "Huh?"
Wu Zhou: "Can you put down the utility knife? It really can't be used to shave hair and it will kill people ..."
In the open kitchen, the cadres of the two classes with their 14 comrades in their backs wanted to ignore the twitter behind them, but failed.
Song Fei sighed and beat the last egg into the batter, regretting it very much: "It should have stopped Mavison yesterday ..."
Qi Yan stood next to him, touching his shoulders shoulder-to-shoulder, and struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from rising too hard, and tried to make the sound sound very straight: "Considering the objective conditions and your physical condition, I only cast 30% talent. "
Song Fei threw an egg shell on bf's face: "Get out of here."
Qi Yan greeted her face calmly, happy like a cabbage flower.
On the sky not far away, three planes appeared on time, immediately dispersed, and one circled in place.
These days, every day.
Song Fei looked back and looked at the batter for a long time: "From tomorrow, we have to go over there."
Qi Yan didn't say anything, just held his hand hard.
This is the last grain, and after today, they have to embark on a journey again.
Song Fei did not dare to say that he was not afraid, what he would encounter on the way of the airdrop, and whether he would compete with others at the airdrop location, these are unpredictable. But he knew that Qi Yan was there, there were comrades in arms, and his family was still waiting for him to return, so no matter what was waiting for him in front of him, he would desperately fight against him.
"Don't think about it," Qi Yan grabbed his shoulders, "Tomorrow's things will be said tomorrow, there are now more than a dozen wailing mouths waiting for our quiche."
Song Fei did not cheer happily, slackened the tight string, but he still asked in a nonchalant manner: "Is the location of the airdrop point okay?"
"No problem." Qi Yan said, "You also see that it is this time and direction every day. We have repeatedly confirmed that this is the side of the attached primary school."
Song Fei nodded his head with emotion: "So, how important is the school district ..."
Qi Yan smiled: "Then we will buy it later."
Song Fei froze for a long time before digesting this sentence. He was about to show the sweetness of 'the future bf will build a love nest with himself', and suddenly felt strange: "... what school district do I need after I graduated from university what!"
Qi Yanle made a noise, and the more she looked at Song Fei, the more delighted she was, and her eyes were full of colorful bubbles ...
"Qi Yan." Song Fei suddenly amused and shouted his name very seriously.
Qi Yan felt wrong, and was just about to ask what happened. Song Fei suddenly turned to his comrades in the living room and shouted, "Come here-"
In the kitchen, sixteen friends huddled together, no one talked, just quietly looked out the window.
Qiao Siqi cried first, and then everyone cried.
That was the first time Song Fei saw Qi Yan crying.
Under the blue sky, there are blossoming umbrella flowers, but the center of the flower is no longer the rescue supplies, but the soldier with a gun tied to his chest.
On the forty-ninth day of the outbreak of the corpse, light rain turned fine and Lichun started.