The defense of the mourning community

I have to say that longing is a very mysterious thing. Ever since he knew the existence of that pot, Yi Chengli always felt that looking at other pots was not interesting, even when he was eating crispy noodles at noon, he was restless.

But taking the pot means going out, and it is still snowing, Ling Qing's warning is still echoing in his ears.

Although it sounds romantic to die in a snowy sky and be buried in the spring in the previous life, it has the taste of half of the music world.But in this life, I still want to live in full bloom, it would be better to live.

If he didn't get this pot, Yi Chengli felt that some of his handsomeness, his muscles, his beautiful character, and even his soul would be destroyed.

Yi Chengli thought about it for a while, and after swallowing the last bit of crispy noodles in his mouth, he went to Master Sun and asked him if he still remembered the lonely big iron pot that he had forgotten in the store.

"Of course I remember, I bought it on purpose." Master Sun recalled the new cauldron he bought with some melancholy, "I knew it would be gone after five days of use. I wouldn't buy expensive ones, buy cheap ones Just deal with it."

"It's not a big problem. A good chef should use the kitchen utensils well, so that you can show your true level, Master Sun." Yi Chengli said a few polite words, which made Master Sun feel a little flustered. He waved his hands repeatedly and said that he was a breakfast cook Nothing special.

"It would be great if we could bring back this cauldron. We just need such a cauldron." Yi Chengli began to induce some words.

Honest Master Sun nodded subconsciously: "Yes, yes, and that pot is very easy to use. I bought a thicker and heavier version, which is very suitable for frying rice in a big pot."

"Master Sun, do you want to take the pot back?" Yi Chengli asked.

"Of course." Master Sun paused, looked at Yi Chengli and asked cautiously, "Do you have a solution?"

Yi Chengli smiled slightly: "I have an idea, but I need your help. Wait for everyone to come, master, you can tell everyone that there is a pot in your store that can be used, but someone has to take it out. Then……"

"Then what?"

Ling Qing, who stood behind them and listened for a while, suddenly made a sound. Seeing Yi Chengli stiffly turned his head and said hi to himself, he also raised his hand and said hi in a good-tempered manner.

"Where did you go just now? I've been looking for you but couldn't find it." Yi Chengli quickly changed the topic and asked.

"I just went to chat with the owners. Some young owners were agitated. They went to extremes and said they didn't want to live anymore. I went to comfort them a little bit," Ling Qing said.

It was difficult for Yi Chengli to associate Ling Qing with the word comfort. His intuition told him that Ling Qing could not say any conventional words of comfort, so he immediately asked, "Then how did you comfort them?"

"I just told them that after they die, if the end of the world is over, the mobile phones and computers they left behind will definitely be recycled, maybe returned to the hands of their family members. In short, they will definitely be opened by others, and the things stored inside They will all be seen." Ling Qing pursed her lips, "then they calmed down."

Yi Chengli: ...

Yi Chengli: "Very powerful comfort."

"Don't change the subject with me." Ling Qing looked at Yi Chengli and called him by his name once in a while: "Yi Chengli, don't you want to go out to get pots in the snow?"

Yi Chengli looked at him and pursed his lips: "Although, the snow has stopped now."

"Isn't it time to tell me you're afraid?" Ling Qing looked at him, "This stove can't be used right away, you have to wait for it to dry. Maybe when it's dry, the sun will heat up. At that time you Can't you go out again?"

"But if you don't know the size of the pot, it's not easy to make a circle around it." Yi Chengli seized the opportunity and insisted, "We still have to take the pot back."

Ling Qing paused, frowned, and was about to refute, when Master Sun suddenly raised his hand and said, "I remember the size of my pot!"

An excellent chef should know his equipment well. Master Sun said confidently, "Don't worry, it will definitely not affect the construction progress of our stove."

Yi Chengli's breath stopped, and he stared at Master Sun for a long time before giving him a thumbs up and saying hello three times in a row.

"You're welcome, I'm also doing my part for all of us." Master Sun pressed his thumb back and took it back, expressing that the family must not talk about each other.

At this time, Wang Chunfa suddenly called Master Sun's name loudly, asking him to come over to see if the height of the stove was okay. Master Sun responded and left, leaving Yi Chengli alone to face Ling Qing, who was smiling but not smiling.

"But we can't cook without a pot. We still need this big iron pot." Yi Chengli was still struggling.

"I know this." Ling Qing suddenly took two steps forward, stood beside Yi Chengli and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to repeat the same mistakes and die in a snowy day? Do you have any obsession with snowy days?" ?”

"This..." Yi Chengli thought for a while, touched his face and said, "Maybe it's because it feels more frozen when buried in the snow."

Ling Qing: ...

Ling Qing saw that he didn't speak, stretched out half of his middle finger and finally retracted it, turning into a clenched fist.

Seeing this, Yi Chengli laughed, stretched out his hand to wrap Ling Qing's clenched fist, and said with a smile, "Just kidding. Don't be angry."

He looked into Ling Qing's eyes, restrained the expression on his face, and said earnestly and sincerely: "The temperature is so low in snowy days, the zombies hide and don't say anything, and their movements slow down. We can't miss this good opportunity. I know You care about me. But don't worry, I won't act casually, I will definitely..."

"Stop." Ling Qing pulled out his hand, feeling that he had to clarify one thing, "I don't care about you at all, I just don't want to watch people die, please don't add drama to yourself."

Yi Chengli paused, nodded and followed his words, "OK, I'm just being passionate."

"Continue." Ling Qing gave him a look.

Yi Chengli simply led him towards the terrace and asked him to see for himself what was going on.

"The snow on the open air has been cleaned up by the owners. I just went up to take a look. There are no zombies within 300 meters."

Yi Chengli supported the ladder and looked up at Ling Qing who was climbing up, telling him to be careful of slippery feet.

After Ling Qing climbed onto the terrace, he stretched his head to look for a while. There was indeed no zombie nearby. He turned his head to look at Yi Chengli who had just come up beside him and asked, "The zombies are all 300 meters away?"

Yi Chengli nodded and pointed to his right side, "They're all standing under that roof for punishment..."

"Really?" Ling Qing stood by the balcony, leaning on the handrail and looking around, then frowned and looked down for a while, always feeling as if she had forgotten something important.

"I think the distance between me and the zombies is as wide as the waves of a big river. Even if they want to run over, this time is enough for me to go down to get the pot and be brought up." Yi Chengli observed Ling Qing's face, but found that his brows were frowning. The wrinkles became tighter and tighter, and the expression became more and more wrong, subconsciously asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Ling Qing frowned and didn't say anything. After another two seconds, he suddenly reached out and slapped himself on the head, cursing.

"Why are you hitting yourself?" Yi Chengli was taken aback by him, "If you have anything to say, just say it and we can solve it together."

Ling Qing waved his hand, pointed down and said, "I forgot to close the door."

"What?" Yi Chengli didn't react for a while.

Ling Qing looked at him and said word by word: "Before Siri and I forgot to close the shutter after we went down to get things, so the door of this breakfast shop of Master Sun is always open. Now the temperature inside must be higher than outside. If the zombies will find a warm place, then..."

So Master Sun's storefront should have turned into a zombie trap by now. Yi Chengli didn't dare to think about how many zombies were standing inside looking for warmth.

He blinked in a daze, his brain began to run fast, and he murmured: "No wonder the zombies on the street here have disappeared. I also wonder why their speed is faster than other places..."

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, I found that the man lived downstairs.

The situation changed too fast like a landslide, Yi Chengli's eyes went dark, and he also slapped himself on the head.After ruthlessly ruffling his hair, he took some chances and expressed that he would have to see it before believing it.

"What if? What if they don't go in?" Yi Chengli asked.

Ling Qing really wanted to say that the zombies rushing to the market was not due to Dayu's control of the flood, and that he couldn't pass through the gate three times without entering, but seeing Yi Chengli's insistence on this, he called Qin Dali and his small class members to help make a detection equipment.

The owner borrowed the ultra-long telescopic clothes rail and the mirror, and everyone saw the inside of the room by using the light reflection. Yi Chengli suddenly met the eyes of the zombie, and he never forgot his face.

Qin Dali stared at the mirror and said, "Oh, isn't this your boss's golden tooth? His golden tooth is gone."

The boys in the small squad who followed him swallowed, looking at Qin Dali who was looking for the gold teeth with mixed emotions, thinking that it was not just the gold teeth that were gone, but most of his face.

Yi Chengli was full of disappointment. Looking around, there was a room full of zombies crowded together. He couldn't help but sighed and said, "It's over, it's broken."

"My problem is that I forgot to close the door." Ling Qing felt a little guilty. If he hadn't remembered to close the rolling gate, there would be no one and no zombies on the street now. They could indeed hang down to get the pot.

Qin Dali, who just arrived and didn't know what happened, looked at them and asked, "Are you going to get something from Master Sun's shop?"

"Wok." Yi Chengli looked frustrated, "We need a big iron pot from Master Sun's shop for our big pot meal, but now the shop is full of zombies, so we can't go down at all."

Qin Dali paused for a while, then turned his head and looked outside for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the cooking restaurant across the street, "Isn't there a cooking pot?"

For a moment, everyone followed his hand to look over, and saw the mobile stove and large frying pan that they usually put outside in the glass door of Shijia small frying shop that was closed early because they went home for the New Year.

Before, many people came to eat Shijiaxiaochao's supper, which made it very noisy outside and the owners facing the street couldn't rest well, so everyone kept complaining. It can be said that they regarded Shijiaxiaochao as a thorn in their side.

When Shijia Xiaochao announced that they would go home early for the New Year holiday, the owners who faced the street breathed a sigh of relief. At least there would be no need to hear the wine lunatic downstairs going crazy on the New Year's Eve.

Who would have thought that their supper stall would be of great use now?

Ling Qing was agitated for a moment looking at the pot, but quickly calmed down again.

He said: "It is true, but we can't get it because there is a street between us, and there is a room full of zombies downstairs. As long as we go down, they will definitely rush out."

Yi Chengli followed suit and nodded: "And the glass door is still closed, so you can't get it without breaking the glass door."

Qin Dali listened and nodded, but still stood beside the handrail and leaned out half of his body to look down, ignoring the two people who were sighing.

Suddenly he removed the mirror on the clothes drying pole, stretched the pole to the longest, carefully climbed over the railing and called the two small class members next to him to hold him.

Yi Chengli was taken aback when he saw this, and before he had time to ask Dali what you want to do, he saw him holding the clothes rail and stabbing down hard at the handle of the rolling gate!

This shot pierced the sky and turned into a dragon!

There was a piercing sound, and the rolling gate was pushed to the bottom!The door of Master Sun's breakfast shop was closed!

Qin Dali was pulled up and shortened the clothes drying pole in his hand, climbed over the railing and returned to a safe place, punched himself on the chest with his fist to the shocked Ling Qing and Yi Chengli and said, "I'll lock them inside Don't worry, they will rush out when they go down."

At this moment, the audience was quiet, and Qin Dali's image became so tall and big in everyone's eyes. The horse boys who had some opinions on him were instantly convincing, and sincerely called "Boss Qin".

Yi Chengli and Ling Qing stared at Qin Dali for a long time, Ling Qing slowly started to applaud, Yi Chengli rushed up to give him a hug, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dali, from today onwards you are my half-father." half-brother."

Qin Dali was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "Really? Then Wang Chunfa will also call me Mr. Qin."

Yi Chengli nodded without thinking, "Of course!"

The author says:

Qin Dali: Real men only do practical things!

After the end of the world, Master Sun has a surprise when he opens the door, and the whole person is Σ(⊙▽⊙")

Ma Tsai: We only follow the strong!