Chapter 87: Cry tears and say goodbye

The next day, fourteen friends began to pack their bags, wipe their weapons, the belt, and the stay.
The radio is still on, and the battery is enough anyway, which has almost become their background sound for most of these days.
The chemistry class and the new classmates are watching the Wusheng class quietly in the broadcast cavity that repeats about the same content over and over again. There is no expression on their faces, they seem to be very calm, but their eyes are not willing to move away from the Wusheng class, as if they look at it more, they can draw more power.
Even if they do n’t know when this power will converge into unwavering courage.
Luggage was sorted by Huang Mo and Lin Dilei. Most of the space was filled with warm clothes, while a small space was filled with pancakes and dried meat. Speaking of pancakes, it is actually more like naan. Huang Mo proposed to make it dry as much as possible to maximize the shelf life and facilitate serving as a portable dry food. Dried meat is also a reason. Choose pork and beef strips, boil and drain the water, and then fry with oil, salt, cumin, etc. until the moisture in the meat is dry, the smallest volume, the largest energy, the main storage is filled with hunger, and the flavor is fragrant.
Comrades also got some cakes and dried meat in their backpacks, but more space was still used to store bottled water and tools.
When it comes to tool items, everyone has their own exclusive, such as the flashlight that has been basically used by Qi Yan, the triangle iron of Zhao He, the flute of Feng Qibai, and the aircraft of He Qiwen; there are also explosions such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. paragraph. Song Fei and Lin Dilei even recovered the rope with the door handle on the top of the building, and replaced it with a multi-strand plastic bag to twist it into a new one-although it is not as strong as the real rope, but it is wrapped under countless turns As long as the zombie is not mad, it is not easy to crash away.
As for the rope going down from the top of the building, because the two of them still have to use it to climb down, it is really impossible to recycle, and they can only give up. It is also a way for the chemistry class and new students who choose to stay here-if in the future In case of an emergency in the kitchen, you can climb up 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 classmates spoke out. This surprised Huang Mo. It is important to know that the food for 14 people is prepared, even if it is only a few days.
Huang Mo has even figured out Xiao Zhi's persuasive tactics in response to possible protests. After all, they take away more dry food, which means less food left.
However, let alone protest, there is not even Tucao.
Wang Shan asked when she and Lin Dilei had finished all these, spread them out to cool, and began to aliquot, was it enough?
Lin Dilei didn't have Huang Mo's careful thoughts. Hearing this question, he answered immediately, and we couldn't get any more.
Wang Shan didn't know how to answer it.
Huang Mo only jokingly said, I'm still afraid that you think we're getting too much.
Wang Shan froze, wondering whether it was possible.
Huang Mo is also a little stunned. It seems that he and the other party are not on the same channel. It can only be explained. After all, we are sitting and eating. We take more and leave less for you.
Wang Shan suddenly realized that he quickly shook his head with a wry smile. If the rescue does not come, there will be no more things here. If the rescue can come, you will be hungry for a few days. If you take them away, it is not enough for us to eat How long.
Indeed, the rations of 14 people were distributed to 43 people, and the consumption rate was multiplied by three times.
Huang Mo understood Wang Shan's thoughts, thinking that the conversation would end there, but the other side pondered for a moment, and then spoke again.
He said, why do n’t you think the other way round, you will lose 14 mouths to eat in the cafeteria. In the long run, you will leave more food to us.
Wang Shan said these words one by one, with a bright and clear expression and a serious and serious expression. Lin Dilei, who wanted to ridicule him for not being on the line, was hesitant, and finally dare not speak.
Do n’t always think about the problem from the perspective of others. This year, Lei Feng is no longer popular. Looking back, people do n’t know!
I do n’t know who shouted a word from the new classmates, with a little depression, with a little helplessness, with a little vomiting, but more, it is awkward goodwill.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei looked at each other, and they both bent their eyebrows.
After the evening, all the friends' bags were basically packed. Only Zhao He and Li Jingyu are still struggling for the soldier blade.
Zhao He is actually okay. He just caught Luo Geng ’s army thorns. However, this kind of thing may only have Luo ’s family without a semicolon. So at Song Fei ’s suggestion, he went back to the second and took the whetstone I picked up the metal chopsticks found on the second floor. It is just that the iron pestle has not yet been ground into needles, and the strong man has to work hard for an hour.
Li Jingyu is more difficult to deal with-the cast iron cauldron is his companion.
Since the last time he smashed the zombie, Li Jingyu has never missed this heavy weapon. He felt that only with such gods in his hands could he excite his small universe.
But the cauldron is not what you want to remember.
Li Jingyu tried it a few times, not to mention the escape, but it was hard to walk. The last time the zombie was beaten was a brute force outbreak in a hurry, but it is impossible for a person to be in an outbreak at all times.
So I couldn't take it, I couldn't take it, I struggled with Li Jingyu and tortured the Wusheng class.
Finally, Song Fei Ling moved, took out the original from the cauldron that once fought side by side with Li Jingyu, and stuffed it into the opponent's hand. As the name implies, a is in hand, the cauldron is full, the temperament is the same, and the spirit is forever.
Li Jingyu's eyes lit up and accepted with pleasure, and soon danced to cultivate a rapport with him.
Zhao He's chopsticks were worn out, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
Four neatly dressed little friends look at me, I look at you, and finally look at Song Fei.
Inconvenient to speak, Song Fei can only squeeze her eyebrows-why is it me? !
Thirteen little friends spread their hands together, and even the expression of beating is carved out like a mold-you have the thickest skin.
Song Fei rubbed for a long time, finally clenched his teeth, picked up the debris bag on the ground, turned and strode toward the chemistry class and the new classmates.
At this time, these two groups of people are no longer so distinct. To be precise, during the day, they have gradually come together. The students in the Wusheng class knew that this was to make room for them to do their jobs, cooking, and tidying up. It was easy to move around, but now they were done and ready to go, only to find that the radio was also gathering in these two classes. Office.
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 a few days. It is still there now, except that there are more chemistry juniors besides the newcomer class.
Now, Song Fei needs to remove them under the eyes of 43 pairs of eyes.
What kind of comrades will assign such a task to another comrade, it is simply inhuman! ! !
The cry burst in my heart, just like the continuous fireworks in festivals, Song Fei was so dizzy.
Ke's feet have come to the forty-three people.
The sound of the radio was still ringing overhead, and Song Fei forced himself not to look at everyone's expressions, quickly reached out to grab the tape recorder, and quickly shut down.
The back kitchen instantly fell into deathly silence.
Song Fei finally couldn't hold back and turned to look at the forty-three people.
But at this point, he regretted it.
Even if you are mentally prepared, the feeling of watching the light in others' eyes gradually extinguish Song Fei's difficulty. He didn't think he was doing something wrong, but he also felt guilty of depriving others of hope. The two were clearly contradictory, but they co-existed tangibly.
But this is not his own thing. Song Fei tried to ignore the depression in his heart, picked up the radio and returned to Zhao He's arms.
Zhao He caught it, but he was caught off guard.
Song Fei frowned, saying nothing to the chemistry class freshman class, and still talking to Zhao He: "What expression do you have, don't you always take it?"
Zhao He seemed to want to say something, but he stopped talking several times and finally sighed heavily, holding the tape recorder less willingly.
Song Fei found that he was still carrying a debris bag in his hand, and this only happened. He just patronized the hard scalp and took the radio back, forgetting this matter.
I quickly turned around and returned to the chemistry class and the freshman class again, squatted down and took things out of the bag: "Honey, wolfberry, beauty instrument ... These are all from the courier point, and I have forgotten in the box It ’s too inconvenient to bring it, so it ’s cheaper to leave you ... "
Subconsciously want to eliminate the stiff atmosphere caused by taking the radio before, Song Fei strives to make his tone sound friendly and lively. But he never dared to lift his head, let alone make eye contact.
Wang Shan pulsating aloud.
Song Fei was surprised, before waiting to raise his face, he heard Wang Shan not having a good air: "Who the wants your plasticine."
In the end, Song Fei was already a mechanical movement, and he was still worried about the radio. He didn't pay attention to what was taken out later. After Wang Shan's scolding, he looked at it intently, okay, a small bucket of plasticine was called colorful.
Song Fei is also happy.
The loot at the second courier point wasn't too much, they were all put together, and I forgot to deal with it.
"Be content," Song Fei finally dared to look directly at Wang Shan, "I didn't bring you the real question of the civil servant."
Wang Shan glanced at him with a chuckle: "Hurry up."
Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning.
The feelings of a hundred times and a thousand times hidden underneath, the speaker does not need to say, the listener already understands.
Turned back to the Wusheng class again, Song Fei was brewing for a long while, and finally said lightly: "Go."
Thought that his friends were waiting for his sentence. As a result, he finally decided to open his mouth and no one could move 26 legs.
Everyone's eyes crossed him, looking at the direction he had just been to not long ago.
Everyone's face is very calm, but the eyes are full of unclear light.
Song Fei shuddered, and slowly turned back.
Wang Shan and many students in the chemistry class newcomer class are determined to look at them, as if to watch them leave forever. But there are also a small group of students who are not staring at them, but the radio. One of them ca n’t even control it and has already spoken a word of
receiving
, which was severely kicked by the students who were entangled with Song Fe in the warehouse One foot.
The kick was real, and the kicked person dared not speak out.
"Let's go quickly, and wait for us to send the king thousands of miles." The male student who kicked off the man seemed to be a murderer as if he hadn't breathed out.
But Song Fei couldn't get angry.
Not only was he angry, but also felt sour.
"I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly, his voice was so low that the Wusheng class was only audible when he got close, and he had no peace of mind at all, but hesitantly hesitated, "Uh, I just Just say, if you do n’t like to listen, when I do n’t say ... "
"I'll insert a sentence first!" Zhao He interrupted Huang Mo impatiently, his chest squeezing the tape recorder to the center of the little friends who were together, "Do you have to bring this stuff? . Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. The motherland is regaining the lost ground every day, controlling the virus, restoring heating, air-dropping food, and no longer hear the flowers ... "
The radio was put on the ground, and Zhao He simply picked the pick to the end.
"You have to take it with me, anyway, I won't carry it anymore, whoever you love will carry whoever you carry ... I will say so much when I'm done, Huang Mo, you continue."
Huang Mo Renjun couldn't help but say: "You are all done."
"Ah?" Zhao He didn't understand.
But it does not prevent comrades from affirming his high opinion.
Qi Yan: "It is indeed a car spoken word."
Wang Qingyuan: "And with a very impact on the speed of travel."
Song Fei: "Even if I want to listen to it again in two days, I can't get a radio in the urban area. Maybe there is already one over there now. We can just listen to it."
Feng Qibai: "Then throw it here?"
He asked: "Throw it."
Luo Geng: "I represent the rest, throw."
Qiao Siqi: "Who made you represent!"
Lin Dilei: "Do you disagree?"
Qiao Siqi: "That's not there, I just want to remind everyone that when you look in the mirror next time, look carefully. We have one, and there must be a holy light behind."
Monday law: "Not good-looking?"
Qiao Siqi: "I just want to fall in love with myself again."
Wusheng classmates carried the radio back to the forty-three people, the latter's expression was like seeing a mental illness.
Still willing to fly to block the knife for you.
Someone just cried, and I do n’t know that the feelings of the old men are so slender.
Huang Mo patiently advised that the battery should be saved as much as possible, do not leave it for as long as the previous few days. But when newcomers come, they must let go, not be mean, like that. Over there, Song Fei turned on the radio again, and the news started all over again. He held his mobile phone and recorded 15 minutes of audio.
Finally felt the same, when pressing the recording stop button, Song Fei discovered that Qi Yan was staring at him.
"In case of unexpected needs." Song Fei raised his eyebrows and put his phone back in his pocket.
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "Smart."
Song Fei was stunned, and leaned forward in the next second: "You say it again!"
Qi Yan blinked blankly: "Smart?"
Song Fei: "You were definitely in a positive tone just now!"
Qi Yan suddenly realized that he laughed and messed up Song Fei's hair, but the sentence was praised, and he never said anything.
The chemistry class and new classmates next to me no longer know how to express it. The crying ones are still howling, and those who are n’t crying will be sincerely grateful. Xie Dewusheng class didn't know what to do. If there is an incense case in that posture, they can all be provided.
"Almost done--"
Song Fei shouted, and the kitchen was quiet for a moment.
"Everyone is a school, really don't need this!"
Song Fei's cry is sincere, and everyone is impressed.
"There are more opportunities to repay after re-opening. Remember, my name is Song Fei, Department of Tourism Management, School of History ... Hey, please do n’t pull me away. I have n’t finished yet. Well--"