After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

Before getting a clear answer from Rong Yun, Xiao Shenwei once thought that he was still in a poisoning reaction.

The invasion of the zombie virus made his consciousness always not sober, as if he had been forcibly lowered.

This annoyed Xiao Shenwei for a while.

Rong Yun's hair was still dripping water, and her body still had the unique wet smell of the rainy mountains and forests.

His body was already drenched.

Xiao Shenwei hugged Rong Yun tightly, and buried his head in Rong Yun's arms.

Rong Yun's chest is very warm, with the cool mint aroma that is familiar to the bone marrow, as well as the sound of "thumping, pounding" heartbeat.

...That was the sound of his heartbeat that he had longed for for a long, long time...

"……I……"

Xiao Shenwei's pale, chapped lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of the gap in his throat.

"I'm hungry."

"I want to eat rabbit legs with honey sauce."

Xiao Shenwei held Rong Yun's face in his hands, his eyes met.

Xiao Shenwei saw the glowing fire and his reflection in Rong Yun's red eyes.

"Okay, I'll cook it for you."

Rong Yun nodded, stroking Xiao Shenwei's sunken pale face with his fingers, and brushing the black hair hanging on his cheeks behind his ears.

While their eyes were intertwined, the two of them suddenly grinned and laughed almost at the same time.

Just smiling, tears suddenly fell from Rong Yun's eyes, sliding down the protruding cheekbones due to thinness.

Then,

"Batt,"

"Batt, click,"

Some brushed Xiao Shenwei's pale and cold fingers, soaking Xiao Shenwei's clothes.

Some hot.

"...the hair has grown."

"……too skinny."

"……how do you……"

Rong Yun's voice choked.

...how did you make yourself look like this...

"...I'm sorry... I didn't take good care of you..."

Xiao Shenwei shook his head:

"It's good that you live."

His vision was blurred by some kind of liquid into a mess of light and shadow, Rong Yun pursed his lips, smiled again with red eyes.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed Xiao Shenwei's hair, and when he looked down and saw the scattered wood carvings of all sizes, his nose was sour, and he almost didn't feel tight.

"why are you crying."

Xiao Shenwei held Rong Yun's face in his hands, and lightly touched the corners of Rong Yun's eyes with his lips.

"No."

Rong Yun covered her eyes with the back of her hand:

"...the wind is strong in the mountains."

The rain didn't stop outside, and there was no wind, and the black mountains and forests were blurred in the rain.

The fire was crackling, and the smell of pheromones in the air seemed to penetrate into the apex of his heart, making Xiao Shenwei feel his entire chest was scorching hot.

—Of course, only psychologically.

After all, now that a certain zombie surnamed Xiao was bitten back to before liberation, he had been a savage in Nanze for so long, and it was a virus giving him face if he didn't freeze in place.

Before today, Xiao Shenwei was even prepared to spend his whole life as a savage in the mountains, dig out bird nests when he had nothing to do, watch the squirrel family reproduce, and recall the past with poisonous mushrooms.

In the cave, two people cuddled together by the firelight, wishing they could tie themselves with each other with a rope and never be separated again.

A group of men from Daxing outside the cave chased after them panting with flashlights, watching the faint fire in the cave from afar.

The leading middle-aged man lit a cigarette and took two puffs. The smoke he exhaled was quickly washed away by the humid air.

"... Uncle Li... we..."

A young man behind him called out.

"Don't go there yet."

Li Mao raised his hand, squinting his eyes, not sure if he was looking at the two people illuminated by the fire in the cave, or if he didn't see anything.

"Wait for them...it's not easy."

Rong Yun was rescued by the Daxing people, and the first thing he did after waking up was to look for Xiao Shenwei everywhere with bloodshot eyes.

He had never seen Rong Yun like that.

Embarrassed, desperate, and even paranoid madness.

During those days, what Li Mao saw most often was Rong Yun sitting on the roof with his eyes open, holding a small wooden carving in his hand, staring at the gray sky in a daze.

It seems that the whole person has lost his soul, and what remains here is only an empty body and flesh.

Until one day, Rong Yun suddenly found Li Mao in the middle of the night.

"Uncle...you said..."

Rong Yun's voice seemed to have been ground by sandpaper, it was so hoarse that it was almost breathless.

"... You said he will be in Nanze."

His eyes stared blankly at Li Mao's eyes, and he hid some tiny hopes.

It's just that the light is too fragile, as if the breeze blows, it will be shattered.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Mao to answer, he lowered his eyes on his own, and his dry lips fluttered:

"...he still has injuries...he doesn't know how to cook...he has such a tricky mouth and a bad stomach..."

Rong Yun clenched the small wooden carving that never left his body for a moment, talking in a rambling manner.

"...I have to go and see, I have to go to Nanze to see... What if he is there?"

Li Mao sighed.

"What if he's not here? Nanze is so big..."

This land is too big, Xiao Shenwei can go anywhere.

Rong Yun was silent for a while.

Then his fingers tightened.

"Then you have to look for it... If you don't look for it, how do you know he's not here..."

After a pause, Rong Yun closed his eyes, and his voice was so soft that he could barely hear:

"...whatever is to be found, is always to be found."

Early the next morning, Rong Yun, whose wounds had not yet healed, disappeared.

He entered Nanze alone.

Since then, hunters from Daxing Jinshan have been helping to find clues.

Rong Yun would return to Daxing every few days to replenish supplies, and then return to Nanze overnight to continue searching.

He always felt that Xiao Shenwei was here.

He should be here.

Just why, he couldn't find him...

Until three days ago he received a tattered tiger skin.

It seems that this unlucky spotted tiger died in an extremely R-rated movie.

——The perpetrator is too cruel.

However, Rong Yun was stunned on the spot.

very familiar traces.

The marks that can only be made by Xiao Shenwei's nails after funeral.

Since then, Rong Yun's whole body has fallen into an extremely excited state, wishing to spend 48 hours a day, and spend every minute and every second looking for Xiao Shenwei.

Then he found him.

Now, he's taking him home.

……

……

For Xiao Shenwei, the memory of Daxing City seems to be still yesterday, as vivid as a colorful oil painting.

The girl who pushes a small cart selling buns in the streets, the old man downstairs who swears and plays chess every day, the lively policeman from the police station with some young people, and the boy from "Daxing Daily" who has a broken leg Editors...

At that time Rong Yun was still very shy, looking at each other inadvertently would make him blush for a long time.

Xiao Shenwei has not been eroded by the virus to the point of losing his mind, and his eyes are full of Rong Yun. He made roasted rabbit with honey sauce, stir-fried pork with scallions, and fried beef with scallions.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shenwei licked his mouth, and clenched Rong Yun's hand who was already asleep beside him.

He is too tired.

The almost sleepless search for several days has almost dragged down his body that has not recovered from the injury.

Until today when I found someone, it was as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of me, and a tightly stretched string finally broke with a "bang".

Rong Yun collapsed from exhaustion.

Xiao Shenwei looked down at Rong Yun's sleeping face, feeling his whole heart was filled to the brim.

Until he saw the bronze statue about four or five meters high standing in front of the city gate building through the car window.

The thin young man lowered his head and knelt on one knee, holding a long knife in his hand to support his body.

The snow falling on the black statue has not yet melted, which looks quite tragic.

For a moment, Xiao Shenwei's nose felt a little sour.

—if the statue had not been filled with flowers.

Xiao Shenwei watched helplessly as a little girl took a bouquet of small white flowers from her mother, solemnly placed it in front of the statue, and bowed.

The two elders next to the statue also placed an incense burner in front of the statue, burning incense, and the smoke rose up.

but,

Just burn the incense, but what do you mean by putting two fruit plates? ? ?

I'm not dead yet! ! ! ! ! !

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The teaching qualification test is over, and the question is that the second subject is cool_(:з)∠)_

So what's wrong with those people in the discipline inspection department?

No books on the table, no people lying on the bed, no rubbish in the trash can, no clothes hanging on the balcony.

? ? ? ? ? ?

That's okay, clothes are hung on the table, books are hung on the balcony, garbage is placed on the bed, and people are lying in the trash can?

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