The defense of the mourning community

Twelve days later, on the first day of the New Year's holiday, the seventh day of the first lunar month, Manhattan once again ushered in an owner who passed away.It's just that the death this time seems to have nothing to do with the zombie apocalypse, but it seems to have something to do with it.

It was already dawn, and it was early morning, and the crying of the baby echoed in the room. If it was in the past, some neighbors would feel that the morning was noisy, and they would complain to some extent.

But today is different, everyone's faces are beaming, and no one feels noisy.

In the zombie apocalypse where death has become the norm, the opposite new life brings hope and the power to survive.

Yi Chengli watched everyone smiling around the infant child, heard Wang Shucheng's uncontrollable crying in the room, and realized something he had never experienced before.

It turns out that the arrival of a newborn is such a thing worthy of people's joy.

Ling Qing walked to the door with red eyes and a dazed expression. Seeing such excitement, she subconsciously raised her hand and wiped her face, trying to force a smile suitable for the current situation, but Yi Chengli who was beside her had already greeted her.

He directly took Ling Qing's arm and walked to the fire exit where there was no one outside the door, looked down at Ling Qing who was obviously out of mood and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Ling Qing changed places before he recovered. He looked up at Yi Chengli, blinked and asked, "How did you see me?"

"I saw you the first time you came in." Yi Chengli said.

Ling Qing paused, then smiled and said, "Really?"

Seeing people crying like this, Yi Chengli let go of the hand holding his arm through the thick clothes, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over, "Wipe your eyes, your eyelashes are wet from crying."

"Grandma Zhao is gone. I've already called the nearby homeowners to help. I'll ask Sister Huihua to make a cement coffin when she wakes up." Ling Qing said while wiping her eyes.

Yi Chengli nodded: "I'll talk about it later, but didn't Grandma Zhao say she wanted to be cremated before? The current conditions are not enough, we will find a way later."

"I think so too. She left the house to Song Guangming to live in first, and her family's inheritance, which means that part of it is left for him to go to school." Ling Qing said with a frown, trying to suppress the sadness in her heart. have……"

"Hush——" Yi Chengli interrupted him suddenly, stretched out his hand and slowly encircled him, gently stroking Ling Qing's back with his palm and said: "Let's talk about it later, we are not in a hurry for a while."

He whispered: "Don't force yourself to laugh, it's nothing to be sad, no one here sees it, and it won't disturb them."

Ling Qing's body stiffened for two seconds because of his movements, but slowly relaxed because of his words.

Yi Chengli was thinking of comforting words in his heart, when he saw Ling Qing take off the glasses on his face, leaning forward slightly, followed by his weight and temperature on his shoulders.

Ling Qing leaned her head on Yi Chengli's shoulder, the intimate contact they had never had before, and the two of them fell silent for a while, Yi Chengli swallowed the words, but did not stop stroking his back.

Yi Chengli looked up at the light bulb covered in dust in the corridor, and knew that there was no need to say anything, as it was fine now.

It's just that he couldn't help but wonder if Ling Qing could hear his heartbeat beating so fast when he was so close.

The silence fermented for a while, and all the emotions in my heart calmed down. Ling Qing took a breath and said, "I just don't want to spoil the atmosphere. After all, everyone is very happy at this time. Some words are very... very unlucky. .”

"I know." Yi Chengli gently stroked the hair on the back of his head, and said in a gentle voice, "Actually, I was also thinking about how to blend in just now, so that I can look happy with them."

He whispered: "You know, the situation in my family would never have a picture like this."

Ling Qing gave a muffled laugh, looked up at him and asked, "Is it that bad? Are you lying to comfort me?"

"It's true, I didn't lie." Yi Chengli looked at him and smiled: "Every time we have one more sibling, it means that there is one more person who divides the property in this family, and the money we get will be less." Some, who do you think will be happy?"

Ling Qing nodded and said, "Indeed."

As his body stood up straight, Yi Chengli put down his comforting hand and returned to his side, but the distance between the two of them was not opened immediately.

"I think I'm fine." Ling Qing said.

Yi Chengli nodded: "Then go in and say congratulations, it is indeed something to be happy about."

When the two of them entered, the child had already returned to the father's hands. Wang Shucheng was holding the small soft ball like a fragile treasure, his posture was a bit stiff and he even lowered his voice.

"Congratulations." Ling Qing looked at him and smiled, "I'm so happy."

Wang Shucheng laughed and said softly, "Thank you, if you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be able to stand here and hug her today."

Ling Qing smiled: "That's too polite, we are all neighbors."

Over there, the head nurse Zhu came out to greet everyone to go back to rest. If you don’t sleep after a busy night, you will suffer from physical problems. The mother and child also need a quiet environment for recuperation.

For a while, everyone left quietly, said goodbye to each other and went home in the early morning light, and the owner who had slept and rested last night got up early to change work.

Seeing that everyone had left Wang Shucheng's house, Yi Chengli announced that Grandma Zhao had left.

Everyone was quiet for a while. Dr. Meng, who had expected it, rubbed his eyes and looked at Ling Qing before he had time to say anything. He nodded at him and said, "She walked very peacefully, without pain."

"That's good, that's good." Dr. Meng shook his head and smiled wryly, "It seems that my psychological counseling is still not in place, and my medical skills are not good."

Yi Chengli quickly said: "Doctor Meng, don't blame yourself, we all know this is not your problem."

The owners next to him all comforted Dr. Meng, for fear that his own mental health would suffer. If Dr. Meng collapsed, what would the people in Manhattan do?

Yan Shuai immediately patted the manhattan's spiritual pillar on the shoulder and said, "Doctor Meng, don't think too much. We are still discussing that after these things are over, we will erect a bronze statue of you at the gate of the community to commemorate you." Woolen cloth."

Dr. Meng's sadness subsided a little in an instant, and he said nervously, "Don't, if you stand up, I may really have psychological problems."

Every day when I go in and out of the community, I see myself standing there, either in my heart or in my lungs.

Song Guangming looked at the adults around him, then looked at Ling Qing and asked, "Is grandma the same as mom and dad? Will she turn into a zombie?"

"No, it's like grandma is asleep, she won't bite." Ling Qing stroked his hair, "Before she left, she specifically told me to leave the house to you first."

Song Guangming's eyes turned red and tears began to flow. He wiped his eyes and said, "Then...then I don't want a house. Grandma can come back."

Ling Qing knelt down to wipe his tears and said, "Grandma may not want to come back, she is reunited with her family."

Song Guangming kept crying, shaking his head while saying no, tears fell like broken beads, and it took Dr. Meng to hug him and coax him for a long time before he recovered.

"The body should be temporarily sealed in a cement box, and we will deal with it later." Yi Chengli looked at Song Guangming, who was lying on Dr. Meng's shoulder, "His words..."

Dr. Meng naturally took up the conversation and said, "Stay with me first, anyway, I'm the only one in my house."

Yi Chengli and Ling Qing went to Grandma Zhao's house to help pack up Dr. Meng's and Song Guangming's things. After everything was arranged, Sister Hua and Xiaoling, two skilled workers, led the owners to start making cement coffins.

"Go and rest, we will leave the rest to us." Yan Shuai looked at Yi Chengli and Ling Qing and said, "My mother was the representative of the night last night, and now it's my turn to go to work."

Ling Qing looked at Yan Shuai and said, "Grandma Zhao said she doesn't want to trouble others, so just send her away quietly."

"Okay, I see." Yan Shuai nodded.

Master Sun, who stayed up all night, is very responsible for his work in charge of cooking. He prepared breakfast for everyone before going to rest. It happened that the newly made large stove had been dried, and he started working officially today.

The high-fire cauldron is much more efficient than the previous liquefied gas stove.

Considering that many people have to rest, the breakfast is relatively light. Green vegetables and lean meat porridge are paired with fermented bean curd side dishes, and a steamed bun roll is served. Manhattanites start their morning with such a breakfast.

Yi Chengli and Ling Qing came home after dinner, Qian Meili had already got up and washed up and was about to go out, and said to the two tired-looking people: "I have already boiled the hot water and poured it into a thermos, be careful when you use it One point, don’t get burned. I’ll wake you two up for lunch later.”

Ling Qing nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Yi Chengli watched Qian Meili go down the stairs before closing the door. When he walked into the living room, he found Ling Qing adding charcoal to the brazier.

"I'm not cold, go and rest." Yi Chengli asked, "Do I need a hot water bottle for you?"

Ling Qing shook her head: "No, remember to open the window a bit wider when you go to bed later to keep the ventilation."

Yi Chengli responded, and the two of them simply washed their hands, feet and faces, and went to rest separately.

Seeing Ling Qing return to the bedroom, Yi Chengli just made the bed and took off his clothes, waiting for him to lie down on his furnished sofa bed, when he suddenly remembered something.

I didn't hear the sound of locking just now, did Ling Qing not lock her bedroom door?

Is it too tired to forget?Or does he feel that there is no need to lock it again?

Ling Qing is very cautious, he should not forget this kind of thing.That is, after getting along for this period of time, he has changed his view of himself?

Yi Chengli lay on the sofa thinking about these possibilities, his heart beat faster for a while.

He recalled Ling Qing approaching when he was vulnerable, the warmth on his shoulders and the wet eyelashes, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths to calm down the throbbing in his heart.

It doesn't seem difficult to understand why I fell in love with Ling Qing in that dream.

In the end times where life and death are uncertain, people will become a little crazy when walking on the road of not knowing what will happen tomorrow.

He put his hands on his eyes to block the light, and couldn't help but think about how he and Ling Qing would be together in his dream, would they hug or put shoulders together?

When I kiss him, will his eyelashes tremble like today?

He was thinking wildly, and before he had time to imagine what it would be like to force Ling Qing, he was already fast asleep. ,

The sun outside the window gradually rose into the sky, and the sunlight pierced through the clouds, telling the world that today is a sunny day.With the call of the sun, the zombies came out from under the eaves one after another.

It's just that because of the excessive cold, their postures became very strange, and some even fell to the ground without moving after walking a few steps.

Lian Han, the current day shift captain of the Manhattan security team, led his people to observe the outside carefully, and wrote down the strange behavior of these zombies in his notebook.

When the sun was hanging in the sky and Master Sun was about to get up again to prepare lunch, suddenly there was an explosion like thunder from a place not too far away, and the sleeping Ling Qing sat up instantly.

Thunder and rain again?

The author says:

Ling Qing: Can't I sleep until I wake up naturally?

Yi Chengli: Just... well... his eyelashes are so long