After the apocalypse, the flower of Kaolin who saved her secret love

Song Baobei looked away guiltily: "...I wrote it myself."

"yes."

Xie Zhe didn't expose him, instead he smiled, seeing Song Baobao had a bad feeling, and then heard the other party's slow thinking in the next second: "To be with you is called the future, and if it is someone else, it is called will. "[1]

Xie Zhe looked at Song Baobao, who was already red like a shrimp, with a half-smile. The other party was so ashamed that he was about to evaporate, and continued to look: "Huh? Where did you copy this sentence... You are the bright moon in the sky, your cool eyes Shines into my heart from the gap in my ribs..."

"Oh, there's one more thing, I've been really sleepy lately, not because I didn't sleep well, but because I was trapped by love..."[2]

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered by someone's cold hand, Xie Zhe's face became slightly surprised and interested.

With a blushing face, Song Baobei gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Don't...don't read any more."

"Give it back to me if you don't like it."

"I didn't say that."

When Xie Zhe spoke, his thin lips touched the palm of his hand, and the itch spread. Song Baobei subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the soft touch lasted for a long time.

Baby Song curled her fingers and whispered, "...Anyway, I wrote it."

"I feel very good."

Some of them were found from the books that Wen Zhizhi gave him, and some of them were made up by himself.

"Wen didn't know what to teach you?" Xie Zhe said suddenly, sighing, "Don't ask him next time, it's too silly."

Baby Song blinked guiltyly: "...Oh."

Xie Zhe was still reading, and found another sentence: "This sentence is also..."

And Zhou Yu came up from the first floor holding his stomach, and saw them standing in front of the window next to the stairs: "What are you doing here, I cooked pork rib porridge with the leftover soup from yesterday, and put it on the dining table downstairs for you, It will be cold later."

"Baby is not cured, don't stand in the wind blowing."

Song Baobao nodded quickly as if seeing a savior: "Well, thank you sister Zhou Yu."

Then fled stiffly downstairs.

Xie Zhe took the letter and walked slowly behind him, nodding with Zhou Yu at the same time.

The entire page was written densely on the letter paper, and Xie Zhe knew it just by scanning it, exactly [-] characters, no more, no less.

Probably the number of words that Wen Buzhi said casually.

Song Baobao had never thought about these things before, and he couldn't even write [-] characters when he emptied his head. At first, he was probably still writing seriously, but then he got sleepy and impatient, so he started to write "I like you" to make up for it. The number of words is occasionally crossed out with a pen, and a love heart is drawn behind it as a remedy.

Xie Zhe slid his fingers across the "I like you" inserted in the middle of the fancy confession sentences, and folded the letter back along the traces.

This is not very good.

During breakfast, Song Yuying was also there, and Baby Song was at a loss: "Brother Yuying, didn't you go out today?"

Song Yuying said: "Well, I won't go out, there are some things to prepare, and Xie Zhe asked me to teach you some simple self-defense techniques, as for using weapons, he will teach you."

When talking about Xie Zhe, he deliberately looked at Song Baobao with a smile.

"Ah." Baby Song went to see Xie Zhe again.

Xie Zhe sat in an elegant posture, drinking ordinary porridge slowly, as if in a high-end restaurant, put down the bowl and said: "Ah, what, you didn't ask me to teach you before, but the situation didn't allow it, so I dragged it on. Now it's just right, and you are hurt too Almost as good."

Song Baobao remembered it, but he said it casually at the time, and later he even forgot.

He couldn't express how he felt for a while, so he buried his head in the porridge and let out an "oh".

In the following days, Song Baobao practiced some simple physical skills with Song Yuying in the morning, and when Xie Zhe came back in the afternoon, he would take him out to practice marksmanship and knife use.

He is actually very smart, has a photographic memory, and can learn everything quickly. However, he has just recovered from a serious illness and his physical strength cannot keep up. He was dragged to run every day with Wen Zhizhi.

Wen didn't know that every day when he came back from the infirmary, he had to practice howling.

Sometimes Zhou Yun would join them, and Zhou Yu would watch from the side, cheering them on with Song Shu.

In the back, the people around will occasionally follow the exercise, and get a little familiar with everyone.

Thanks to the training during the day, Baby Song's sleeping condition has improved a lot.

Although I still wake up suddenly at night because of the slight sound, most of the time I still fall asleep because of the exhaustion during the day.

"Shall we go by ourselves? Others..." Song Baobao asked suddenly when he was training marksmanship alone.

Xie Zhe hissed, helped him raise his slightly lower elbow, adjusted his posture, and said in a low voice, "Concentrate."

Song Baobao had no choice but to regain his senses, shut up and aimed at the grass in the distance.

The summer in Pai An Island is approaching, and it is gradually getting warmer.

Today's weather is fine, no wind and no clouds, and the temperature is the highest in the afternoon. Baby Song is sweating a little because he maintains a posture for a long time.

Under such circumstances, even the slightest movement of wind and grass is very clear. Baby Song first heard the rustling sound of the grass rubbing against something, and then caught the slight movement of the grass, and a white shadow rushed out. He reacted quickly and focused gun.

The gun with the silencer installed made a muffled sound of "咻", and the bullet passed through the head of the prey, and the thing quickly stopped moving.

It was the first time that Baby Song hit the rabbit on the head so perfectly and at the right time, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Xie Zhe.

Seeing his eyes sparkling with excitement, Xie Zhe subconsciously swallowed back the phrase "not bad" and pulled him up from the ground: "Congratulations, you have passed."

However, rabbits are much smaller and more agile than zombies. To be able to hit them so easily, Song Baobao's marksmanship is enough to deal with ordinary zombies, so it is not false to say that it is qualified——

And it has only been eight|nine days since Baby Song started practicing.

The corners of Baby Song's mouth curled up, his expression was a little smug, and he quickly restrained himself.

"As for what you just asked." Xie Zhe said, "If he tries to control other people, Zhang Zhenye won't let us go."

"Moreover, most people tend to live a more stable and routine life. Finding a way out is a huge risk for them. It is impossible for us to persuade them to make a choice by guessing."

Baby Song nodded upon hearing this, then walked to the grass on the branches and fallen leaves, grabbed the long ears and lifted the rabbit carcass - there is not much fresh meat in the doomsday, and fried diced rabbit meat is fine.

He swept across the dead rabbit in his hand and was suddenly taken aback, subconsciously shouting: "Xie Zhe..."

Xie Zhe looked over with doubts, and Song Baobao continued to ask in a daze: "Will the blood of a rabbit that has just died freeze and not flow...The corpse is cold."

When he got closer, he could smell the familiar rancid smell masked by the smell of earth.

Xie Zhe's complexion changed, and he came over and fiddled with the rabbit's fur. Only the head had a wound pierced by a bullet. He wanted to touch the blood that had solidified and not sputtered from the wound, but Song Baobao stopped him. Baby Song said: "Don't touch it, if it's true..."

Xie Zhe then put on his gloves, checked the wound, and gently lifted the rabbit's eyelids. He frowned and looked at it for a while, and said softly: "... Zombie."

The boulder hanging above the human head finally fell down.

Song Baobao was speechless, standing in the shade of the trees, looking at the sunny place not far away, felt cold all over and shivered.

He suddenly remembered the rustling sounds, subtle vibrations, and mouse holes he had heard at night.

"Go back, Xie Zhe!" He immediately turned around and started running, "Xie Zhe, we have to go back... Sister Zhou Yu and the others may be in danger!"

They came out not far away and went back quickly. Zhou Yu was taking care of the vegetables they had grown in the villa yard. Seeing Song Baobao running back panting, Xie Zhe followed him not far away. It was a bit strange: " Why did you come back so early today, and the meal hasn't started yet."

Seeing that Baby Song was panting and about to speak, she stepped forward and patted his back to ease his breathing: "Speak after panting smoothly, don't worry."

He handed him the water bottle next to him: "Come, drink some water."

Baby Song nodded, seeing that she was safe and sound, heaved a sigh of relief, took the water and took a sip slowly.

No surprises that's great.

He was relieved, and finally had the energy to think about other things, thinking while holding the water glass.

The rabbit, the sword of Damocles hanging in the air, fell down and broke the balance of the post-apocalyptic Pai An Island.

It proves another conjecture, another possibility that people dare not think deeply about—the virus has latently infiltrated into everyone and every creature, but people know nothing about its source and the timing of its outbreak.

If we said that we still had a little fantasy before, hoping that this disaster would only happen on the small island of Pai An Island, and that as long as they stick to the shelter, they can always wait for rescue, now this fantasy has been completely shattered .

The greatest possibility is... the whole world has been parasitized.

They must prepare for the worst, and they must accept the dangers that lurk all around their lives.

Before the dust settles, they can still only care about themselves, but now, even if they don’t make decisions for others, they should tell others the truth, but how and how much they say still needs to be considered.

Baby Song hugged Zhou Yu, and finally said: "It's okay, I finally hit the rabbit today, Xie Zhe let me go back in advance."

Zhou Yu laughed and said, "Then why are you running in such a hurry? By the way, where are the rabbits? Let's deal with it. I just happened to make a spicy rabbit for everyone. Last time, brother Yu Ying brought a packet of seasoning from outside. Come back, just done."

He and Xie Zhe packed the rabbit in a fresh-keeping bag and sealed it several times and brought it back, but Baby Song couldn't let her see that weird rabbit.

He said vaguely: "...forgot."

Zhou Yu was a little sorry to hear that, and told him: "It's too wasteful, supplies are so precious in the end of the world, remember to bring back what you hit next time."

"Yeah." Baby Song nodded obediently, and asked her again, "Where did Brother Yu Ying go?"

Zhou Yu thought for a while: "It seems that Boss Zhang's people called him away. He didn't know what to do. He said he was coming back for dinner at night."

Song Baobei frowned, Zhang Zhenye suddenly called Song Yuying away to do something.

He glanced at Xie Zhe, and said to Zhou Yu: "Sister Zhou Yu, Xie Zhe and I have to go out for a while, and call Zhou Yu and Wen Buzhi to come back to accompany you. You don't want to do this, you see what you need to bring, Pack up first, pay attention to safety alone, this is for you."

He handed Zhou Yu a knife and a gun.

Zhou Yu accepted it without further questioning: "Okay, you can rest assured."

They went to Zhang Zhenye, and if they couldn't reach an agreement... In short, it might not be appropriate to bring Zhou Yu along, and he didn't want Zhou Yu to know the desperate truth in his heart.

Baby Song laughed: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Zhou Yu waved to him, and he ran out and walked deep into the villa area with Xie Zhe.

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[1][2] The source of earthy love stories is Baidu and the Internet w