The defense of the mourning community

As night fell, the stoves in the Manhattan community were set up and waiting to dry, and the owners also ushered in their first dinner without gas.

Choose one of self-heating hot pot and self-heating rice, as well as some bread that will expire if you don’t eat it, to match those traveling experiences that directly dream back to the high-speed rail and train.

In order to prove that the perception range of the zombies has not reached as far as 300 meters, Ling Qing directly heated the self-heating rice on the terrace to see if they would smell the smell and shake it.

The heating pack was slowly responding, Yi Chengli put his lunch box together with his, and while everyone else was eating, there were only the two of them on the terrace and whispered: "You deal with it first, and I'll give it to you when you go back tonight." You cook something else to eat."

"No, this is fine." Ling Qing turned her head and stared at him for a while, then asked aloud, "Are you disappointed? No one agrees with your little suggestion today."

Yi Chengli paused, was silent for two seconds and said honestly: "A little bit, after all, I thought that at least some people would have the same idea as me."

"It's not that they didn't, but you said it too suddenly." Ling Qing said softly, "Just now you were plowing snow and working as a worker to build boilers and do infrastructure construction. When you turned your head and suggested that you go out and fight zombies as soldiers, who can react ?”

Yi Chengli remained silent, Ling Qing continued: "Give them some time, not everyone is as fearless as you."

"Thank you." Yi Chengli turned to look at Ling Qing, "Thank you for comforting me."

"I'm just stating objective facts." Ling Qing looked at the steaming self-heating rice in front of him, and changed the subject, "The rice is starting to heat up, let's watch the zombies over there."

The white hot air rose with fragrance and flowed with the cold wind. The zombies under the eaves over there were motionless, and Ling Qing and Yi Chengli stared at them and did not dare to move.

"It looks like it should be fine." Ling Qing looked up at the already dark sky: "It's completely dark, and I haven't seen any changes in them. The impact of temperature is quite big."

Yi Chengli sat on the ponytail next to him and nodded, unscrewed the thermos cup next to him and handed it over, looked at his side face in the dim light of a candle and said, "Drink some hot water, your face is freezing." White."

"Is there? Maybe it's because I'm white." Ling Qing said, but took a sip from the thermos in his hand, suddenly paused, frowned and asked, "Why is there ice in it?" Cola?"

Yi Chengli was taken aback, then looked at his feet, immediately changed the cup in Ling Qing's hand and said, "I'm sorry, I took the wrong cup because it looks the same, this cup is mine."

Ling Qing was a little speechless, changed his own cup and took a sip, felt the hot water flow down the esophagus into the stomach, let out a breath slowly and felt warmer, but immediately realized something was wrong.

Wait a minute, I just drank Yi Chengli's water glass, and Yi Chengli also drank his own water glass, didn't they both drink the same glass?

Ling Qing subconsciously widened her eyes and covered her mouth, realizing that she and the man beside her had some indirect kissing behaviors.

He shook his head and looked at Yi Chengli, and said a little unsteadily, "I just drank from your water glass!"

"That's right, because I took it wrong." Yi Chengli hadn't reacted at first, but seeing his serious face, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be drinking iced Coke at this time."

Ling Qing hesitated to speak, thinking that this is not the point, but the point is a bit difficult to say.

You can't tell Yi Chengli that we just kissed indirectly on a snowy terrace with only two people on a night without stars, right?

Weird, too weird.

"Call me next time you drink iced coke, don't drink alone." Ling Qing said.

Yi Chengli responded, and was about to say what he said before taking the Coke, but seeing Ling Qing's depressed expression, he swallowed the words again, and frowned to realize what was happening.

His eyes swiveled between his water glass and Ling Qing's water glass, and then secretly stayed on Ling Qing's lips for a while, Yi Chengli held his chin and turned his head to look at the zombie beside him and stopped talking.

After a while, the self-heating rice finished heating, Ling Qing recovered from his depression, picked up the self-heating rice on the side and asked Yi Chengli to eat.

Yi Chengli responded and reached out to take the food, but Ling Qing was taken aback when he looked at his face, and subconsciously asked, "Why is your face so red?"

Yi Chengli paused, rubbed his face with his hands and said, "I'm sitting on the vent to shield you from the wind. The cold wind blows it out."

Ling Qing felt it for a while, and found that it was indeed a bit windy, so he asked, "Then let's change places? Be careful that you will get chilblains on your face if you are blown by the wind for a long time."

Yi Chengli shook his head, picked up his own self-heating rice, lifted the lid and said, "No, let's both sit back, the zombies over there don't have to stare at them, and we'll go back after we finish eating."

Ling Qing responded, and the two of them moved the chairs to a place leeward under the wall to eat. After a while, Qin Dali and the scouting owner also came to help after eating, and stared at the street in front of them together to see if there was anything else. The zombies hiding somewhere were lured out.

Fortunately, there were no new faces from the beginning to the end, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Chengli cleaned up the garbage, looked at everyone and said, "Although the snow outside has not melted much, and the temperature is very low. But the best situation is to continue to cloudy tomorrow without the sun. If the sun comes out, the zombies will all die." Going out to bask in the sun and recharge our energy, our plan needs to be revised."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden gust of evil wind.

Ling Qing raised the candle lamp in his hand a bit, looked at the snowflakes falling slowly from the sky, raised his brows and said, "Thank God for the renewal, Captain Xuetian."

Qin Dali frowned: "But when it snows, the trees on the side of the road are covered with snow, so it won't be easy to light it."

"Just get some oil, it will definitely ignite." Ling Qing told him not to worry.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the zombies would definitely not come out to jump around again. The reconnaissance team was disbanded immediately, and they went back to their respective houses to find their mothers.

The two of Yi Chengli walked home. When they opened the door of the unit and were about to enter, they saw the door of the property center open and close. They were surprised to find that it was Song Guangming wearing a hat walking out.

The three of them met each other, and Song Guangming said hello to uncle.

Yi Chengli agreed and Ling Qing didn't agree, but asked the kid, "What did you do just now?"

"I gave some food to those people in the property center, because they shared a self-heating hot pot between two people at night, and it seemed that they were not full." Song Guangming said.

them?Ling Qing frowned, and immediately realized that it was those horse boys who had been recruited.

"Then what did you bring them?" Yi Chengli looked at Song Guangming and smiled, "Didn't you eat the self-heating rice given to you at night?"

"I eat less, and Grandma Zhao also eats less. My grandma and I ate a box and just finished eating." Song Guangming looked at them and said, "I didn't take other people's food and gave them to eat. I ate it myself." leftover."

Yi Chengli patted his head: "Of course I didn't mean that, so don't think too much about it."

"Why? Didn't you say they eat and drink for free in your convenience store?" Ling Qing looked at him, "Don't you hate them?"

"But this uncle said that they will make up the money for me." Song Guangming looked at Ling Qing, "And they are different from the two bad guys who died. They will give me something to eat, and they will help me watch the wind and let me hurry up." Order."

Ling Qing saw that he didn't speak, Yi Chengli reached out and patted Song Guangming's shoulder, knocking off the snowflakes that fell on it, and said in a gentle voice, "Go back quickly, it's going to snow heavily outside."

"Did I do something wrong?" Song Guangming's eyes were still looking at Ling Qing.

Ling Qing shook her head: "It's not a mistake, but kindness is a luxury at this time. Sometimes you have to use it carefully, and don't do it to anyone."

Song Guangming looked at him and blinked, thought for a while and half understood, and said, "I saw one of them shed tears."

"Then you didn't waste it." Ling Qing smiled at him and urged, "Go back quickly, do something for Dr. Meng, take good care of Grandma Zhao, and talk to her more. If you have any unhappy things, don't hesitate Let us know in time."

Song Guangming nodded, waved with them and trotted away.

Ling Qing and Yi Chengli walked the stairs back home. At night, Qian Meili, who was in poor health, sat on the sofa weakly and waved to them, asking, "Do you need me to do something for you?"

"No, you should have a good rest." Ling Qing looked at the brown sugar water in front of her and asked, "Should I add some hot water for you? Or light the charcoal basin for you?"

Qian Meili sighed and wrapped the quilt around her body and said, "The warm baby is enough, but is it snowing outside again?"

"Well, the temperature should be lower tomorrow." Ling Qing moved out the charcoal basin first, sat on the sofa and unpacked the box on it, and said, "Before we go out in the morning, I'll light the charcoal basin for you, and put it away by the way." Two sweet potatoes are grilled and eaten next to you, you watch the fire, the windows are open so you don’t get poisoned at home.”

Qian Meili responded, supported her head and said, "Actually, I'm fine, just a little headache."

"Take a break if you have a headache. There is no time to keep accounts these two days." Yi Chengli refilled her a glass of brown sugar water.

The three of them sat by the kotatsu and talked for a while before going to rest. Yi Chengli had just laid down in his bed, heaved a sigh of relief and was about to blow out the candles, when Ling Qing suddenly came out with a box of things.

"What's wrong?" Yi Chengli immediately sat up and asked.

Ling Qing still remembered the fact that he blushed due to the wind blowing, and handed him a box of Vaseline: "Apply a little on the hands, face and ears, so as not to cause frostbite when the skin cracks."

Yi Chengli was a little surprised that he still remembered the reason he made up casually.

He took the Vaseline and thanked him. Seeing Ling Qing hesitate to speak, he pursed his lips and finally asked awkwardly: "Has anyone ever told you that you are a very careful person?"

"En?" Ling Qing thought for a while and shook his head, "Not really."

"That's it now." Seeing that he was wearing thin pajamas, Yi Chengli urged him to go back to the room, and only blew out the candles on the table when he heard the door unlocked.

Holding the Vaseline in his hand, he suddenly laughed, dug out some and slowly touched his face and hands.Smelling that little fragrance, I began to wonder if this smell was the same as Ling Qing's.

The darkness stretched and fermented the imagination, from the smell on Ling Qing now to what would the smell on Ling Qing be like in the dream?Yi Chengli's thoughts began to drift gradually.

In the dream, I should drink the water from the same glass as him, and even cover the same quilt. He must smell the same as me, even...

Yi Chengli was thinking wildly and gradually fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The window was half open and the wind was blowing in, but his body was not cold. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, feeling that his body was very warm.He pulled up the heater on his body and looked at it, only to find that Ling Qing had already made the charcoal basin at some point.

He put down the quilt in his hand and didn't want to move. This temperature is the quilt in winter.

"Wake up." Ling Qing came out of the bathroom wiping his hands, stood beside the sofa watching him and said abruptly, "I just went down, and Yan Shuai's mother took out all the pressure cookers at home."

Yi Chengli opened his eyes instantly: "What are you doing with the pressure cooker? High-pressure zombies are absolutely impossible."

"That's definitely impossible." Ling Qing sat down next to his quilt, yawned and said, "The old lady heard you say yesterday that you will take measures, and she went home and thought hard about what measures to take all night, and then she thought The pressure cooker exploded."

Yi Chengli, who was very sensitive to the distance between two people in the morning, was taken aback. He immediately leaned back against the sofa and dared not move. He looked at Ling Qing and asked calmly, "Is the explosion of the pressure cooker so powerful?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling Qing looked at him with a frown: "An explosion of a pressure cooker can blow up walls, let alone zombies."

Yi Chengli was taken aback when he heard this, and instantly regained his energy. No matter how close the two of them are now, he sat up and said, "Come on! Let's go downstairs and charge now!"

The author says:

Yi Chengli in the last second: Don't come so close to me in the morning!

Yi Chengli in the next second: Let's go to the pressure cooker!