The defense of the mourning community

Because of the loss of the glasses on the bridge of the nose, the whole world has become hazy, and the voices beyond the clear vision have also become blurred, but Yi Chengli who can see clearly in front of him and the words he just said are very clear.

Ling Qing's heartbeat that had calmed down started to speed up because of his words, he squinted his eyes and was about to speak, but Yi Chengli stretched out his hand to him again.

The glasses were gently put back on the bridge of Ling Qing's nose, and Yi Chengli brushed his fingers over the tip of his nose and the hair on his sideburns, and asked in a low voice, "Can you still see me clearly when you squint?"

"Of course I can see clearly." Ling Qing retorted subconsciously.

Yi Chengli laughed, and while Ling Qing was distracted by talking, he lifted him up from the cold floor, took out a small spray bottle of disinfectant from his pocket, and sprayed both himself and his clothes. Disinfect several times.

"Thank you, you saved my life again." Yi Chengli looked into his eyes and said, "It's already been twice, logically speaking, my life is already yours."

Ling Qing was shocked by what he said, and quickly asked the man to stop, and warned: "Stop, if you say such greasy words again, I will use some Mr. Mighty to remove the oil on you."

"I'm just telling the truth, showing my true feelings." Yi Chengli thought carefully about what he just said, "It's not greasy, okay?"

Ling Qing looked at Yi Chengli and said, "What I mean is that you don't need to reveal your true feelings, because if someone jumps down to save you before me, I won't care about you."

At this time, Qin Dali hurried over with Dr. Meng. Seeing that Ling Qing was standing here, Dr. Meng looked at him seriously, frowning, and asked Qin Dali, "Didn't you say that his leg was broken? Why are you standing still?" where?"

Qin Dali choked and said, "Maybe I used some exaggerated rhetorical techniques."

Dr. Meng: ...

Dr. Meng wiped his face and looked at Ling Qing: "Sit down, I'll take a look at your legs."

Yi Chengli helped Ling Qing sit down in a relatively dry place, turned around and called Dalong and Yan Shuai, asking him to organize the owners to go down to the terrace and start registering supplies.

Dr. Meng looked at Ling Qing and joked while doing the examination: "The guy is so handsome, he jumped off with the chainsaw in hand. James Bond's movements are not as smooth as yours."

"Indeed, Brother Ling just stared at us dumbfounded." Qin Dali said to Yi Chengli: "When that zombie rushed over, before we could react, Brother Ling had already jumped down, and in the blink of an eye he was gone." Rush to the back of the zombies and pick up the chainsaw and start doing it."

Mangzi nodded frantically: "Maybe this is the speed of China."

The smile on Yi Chengli's face got bigger and bigger when he heard it, he looked at Ling Qing, but found that his expression was getting colder and colder.

"It's okay, just a muscle pulled. If I came later, he might not be in pain anymore." Dr. Meng breathed a sigh of relief, got up and said, "Okay, I'll go see other people first."

After thanking Dr. Meng, Yi Chengli turned around and supported the cold-faced Ling Qing to stand up, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I think that in terms of saving me, there may be no one who can save me." Your reaction is quick."

Ling Qing heard it as if she hadn't heard it, and pulled back her hand to look at the reckless Qin Dali who was still waiting for orders, and said with a smirk: "Since you all observe so carefully, then each of you will write an official account. Push it. Write a touching story about the cooperation between Mr. Yi and my colleagues."

Qin Dali: ...

Reckless: ...

Yi Chengli kindly reminded: "The battery of the mobile phone and the computer are dead, so I can't write documents."

Ling Qing was unmoved: "You can write it by hand."

The faces of the two cultural desert essay writers changed in an instant. Qin Dali coughed and pretended to be deaf, then turned around and said, "I'm going down, it's so cold outside, hurry up and pack up and go home."

"That's right." Mangzi took off his blindfold and said, "My eyes are a little irritated, so my hearing is a little bad. I have to go back and get some medicine. Let's go."

For a while, the two of them dispersed like birds and beasts, and followed the owners back to the community, never mentioning Ling Qing's leap of faith just now.

When Yi Chengli and Ling Qing finally came down from the terrace, the supplies that had just been brought back from Shijia Xiaochao had been sorted, and Qian Meili, who had been revived after a night's rest, was registered and put into storage.

It can be said that Shijia Xiaochao’s business in Manhattan has overfulfilled the task, with chairs, benches, round tabletops, large iron pots for frozen goods and seasonings, and even the vegetable chopping blocks in the kitchen.

The owners stood together and chatted, exchanging ideas on moving goods and setting fires just now, while the children stood by and watched the excitement.

A little chubby pointed to the round tabletop, raised his head and proudly said: "Have you seen the biggest tabletop! That's my father!"

For a while, the children were amazed, only the chubby father Da Feng blushed and asked his son to shut up quickly, and Teacher Wang next to him couldn't help asking him why he thought of rolling back on a round table.

Brother Dafeng wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and said honestly: "There is no way, they have moved everything else, and no one will take this left."

No matter what you bring back, you have to take some back. After going out for a long time, Manhattanites will never allow you to return empty-handed.

"There are pots, charcoal, liquefied petroleum gas stoves and liquefied petroleum gas. Even if the stove is not dry today, we can still have a hot meal!" Yan Shuai watched everyone take the lead in applauding, "Thank you neighbors! Today's applause is dedicated to ourselves !"

There was thunderous applause for a while, everyone hugged and cheered each other, happiness and joy spread in the snow.Some people are even saying that if everyone can survive the end of the world safely, the housing prices in our Manhattan neighborhood will definitely triple for this property and the quality of the owners.

But everyone's joy was split by the next important question within a few seconds——

That is how the recipes of the big pot rice canteen are determined.

There are so many people in the Manhattan community, and not all of them are locals. Many of them come from all over the world. They all have different tastes, and they also change because of their age.

Older people and children should eat lighter food, while young people like food with strong taste, hot, sour, bitter, sweet and salty. There is a big difference between the north and the south. There are several solutions to the classic problem of bean curd.

Dr. Meng raised his hand and looked at everyone and said, "Our daily nutritional needs must be met."

The fitness guys headed by Qin Dali said: "If you want to be healthy, you need less oil, less salt and high protein."

Parents with children said that if their children could eat, the children immediately began to tear down the stage and yelled that they could eat everything and not picky eaters.

The older uncles and aunts also said: "I've only lived for a few days, and I may die tomorrow. What I eat is not what I eat. You don't have to worry about us."

The owners of Manhattan, who originally held hands and said that we are a family and love each other, immediately became divided and fought for their own tastes.

Seeing a group of people making noise, Yi Chengli stood beside Ling Qing and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to eat?"

Ling Qing's eyes fell on the iron grill and said: "I want to eat barbecue."

Yi Chengli followed his gaze, paused and said, "I think it may be difficult, but we can take some meat skewers home and roast them secretly at home."

"It's not impossible." Ling Qing suddenly remembered something while talking, he turned his head slightly and lowered his voice and said, "Later, you will send a box of coal to Dali and the others and take a stove."

Yi Chengli smiled and asked, "What are you doing? Buying them with things so that they don't let them talk nonsense?"

"Probably." Ling Qing said bluntly.

Yi Chengli nodded, and asked softly, "Then what did you use to bribe me, an errand runner?"

Ling Qing paused, looked at Yi Chengli before he had time to speak, Yi Chengli said first: "Just kidding, but I think even if you don't bribe Dalong and Dali, they won't say anything."

"I know, but he doesn't say what conflicts with me?" Ling Qing said with lowered eyes, "You can think that I suddenly want to be a good person."

Yi Chengli looked at him and said, "You are a good person in the first place, so I don't need to think so."

The two stood together in silence for two seconds. Ling Qing wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. Just in time, the quarrel between the owners in front of them escalated because of the recipe, so Yi Chengli and Ling Qing hurried to maintain order.

When the quarrel was incessant, Master Sun finally stood up. He stood on the chair with a gong and drum and knocked twice. Seeing that the people below were quiet, he said loudly: "I am a chef! Listen to me! I can eat whatever I do!"

The kitchen is his battlefield, and no one else is allowed to point fingers at him!

"Today's lunch is stewed noodles with beans and ribs! Then stir-fry a green vegetable! From now on, every day will be a staple food, a vegetarian dish and a meat dish! But today to celebrate, let's set up the charcoal grill and have some barbecue!"

Master Sun looked at everyone and started dictating with a wave of his hand: "You can object, but the objection is invalid! Start working!"

Although eating too much charcoal-grilled food can cause cancer, but people don’t know how many days they can survive surrounded by zombies. Zombies must come before cancer.

The owners who were still quarreling stopped arguing when they heard that there was a barbecue to eat. They just raised their hands and asked if they could have some beer.

"Drink! But one person is not allowed to drink too much!" Yan Shuai waved his big hand to call everyone to move.

Everyone cheered to start a new busy day, and the barbecue iron grill was set up. Master Sun took the whole family to the battle, and made a decision that violated the ancestors. He took out his own barbecue sauce from the bottom of the box, and instructed the owners how to Turn over and brush the sauce evenly according to the degree of roasting.

Adding liquefied petroleum gas to the liquefied petroleum gas tank also exploded, and Mama Yan's pressure cooker once again escaped the fate of explosion, and she did her old job and started to braise pork ribs.

Hongmao and the others sat on the side to rest, and several owners came over and patted their shoulders to say thanks. One of them smoked a cigarette, stood together and chatted for a while, which was the first step in breaking the ice in the relationship.

Everything was going well, Ling Qing and Yi Chengli also breathed a sigh of relief, and were going to find a place to fish and rest for a while, but when they turned around, they saw black smoke still rising outside.

Yi Chengli stared at the black smoke for two seconds and realized something was wrong. He slapped his thigh and said, "It's broken!"

Those two unlucky trees are still burning!

For a while, the shouts of fire extinguishing resounded through the sky. The foam fire extinguisher and the children's snowball commando quickly rescued the tree from the pain of being burned.

But their appearance has become very different compared with the same kind around them. Maybe the trees next to them can ask whether spring will be far behind when winter comes?Waiting for the next green top.

The remaining students of these two trees can only recite some articles by Lu Xun, telling everyone that on the terrace in Manhattan, you can see two trees on the road, one is a dead tree, and the other is also a dead tree.

After Mr. Wang took the children to pay high respects to the two trees, he went back to the terrace and started preparing for the banquet.

The first big pot stewed noodles came out of the pot, and the smell of barbecue permeated the whole community. Master Sun's craftsmanship was recognized by everyone, and even Ling Qing nodded and said that the taste was good.

It's just that one serving was not full, but Ling Qing didn't think about getting a second one, seeing the queue for food.

The two returned home with the bowls and chopsticks. When they were walking in the corridor, Yi Chengli saw him like that and asked, "Are you not full?"

"En." Ling Qing responded.

After entering the house, Yi Chengli said: "Then just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you. Now you can treat me as your nanny and order."

Ling Qing closed the door to look at him, and asked in silence for two seconds: "When you were at the gas station, didn't you say you were my security guard? Why are you now a nanny?"

"Because I'm an affordable man, I can do two jobs for one salary, and the quality is good and the price is cheap." Yi Chengli gave Ling Qing a look, "So please tell me as much as you want, master."

Ling Qing rolled her eyes and walked in: "Can you be normal."

"Then let me talk about it." Yi Chengli looked at him and said seriously, "Actually, the moment I knew you jumped down to save my injured leg, I was very angry with myself."

Ling Qing sat on the sofa and snorted: "There's nothing to be angry about. If you see a zombie rushing over and running away instead of stopping it, then it's not you."

"You know me very well." Yi Chengli smiled, "I know you've been staring at me from above, can I ask why you pay so much attention to me? After all, I'm a criminal to you, whether I'm safe or not It doesn't really matter."

Ling Qing stretched out his hand to feel the warmth of the charcoal basin, slowly shook his head and said, "No."

The expected answer, but this time Yi Chengli didn't want to play this kind of word game, he sat down next to Ling Qing suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I know why even if I don't ask." .”

What is in the dream is what matters in reality.

But the reality is that Ling Qing saved himself twice, if it was the same in his dream, then it would be hard not to like the abandoned and betrayed self in his dream.

Before Ling Qing got up to move away from him, Yi Chengli stretched out his hand to hold him.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qing's tone became harsh because of his touch.

Yi Chengli didn't take it seriously, but said very seriously: "Dreams and reality are sometimes opposite. In the dream, I failed to protect you and let you die in the last days. But in reality, I will definitely let you live .”

"Why are you protecting me, the two of us simply..."

Ling Qing looked into his eyes, unable to say what to say next, subconsciously turned her head to avoid Yi Chengli's sincere and hot eyes, and wanted to pull her hand out.

Yi Chengli did not let go.

"Don't be too sure about such things, no one knows what will happen in the future." Ling Qing tried to keep her voice steady, "It's like talking big."

Yi Chengli laughed, and gently held Ling Qing's side face with his free right hand, making him turn his head to look at him, and the two of them looked at each other.

"I swear." Yi Chengli said every word, "I'm not talking big."

The author says:

Master Sun: You must listen to me in my territory!

Yi Chengli: I want you to live!

Ling Qing: Speak well and don't touch your hands.