Pale Silence

There are clean beds, food on plates, and hot water.

Chen Mo took a shower, changed into oversized clean pajamas, walked out of the bathroom in silence, and saw Song Jian sitting at the dining table, looking at him quietly.

Chen Mo is not good at words, and the days of surviving alone for the past six months made him almost lose the ability to communicate with others.

Song Jian looked at him with eagle-like eyes, which seemed to be scrutiny, but also concealed some indescribable ardor and sadness.

That look made Chen Mo start to tremble.

But he was so hungry, his survival instinct made him sit at the dining table, his slender fingers trembling to touch the bowl of porridge.

Song Jian exhaled slowly, didn't say anything, and even thoughtfully helped him cut the steak into small pieces.

After Chen Mo fed his stomach, he lowered his head and played with the soft belt of his pajamas.

It's been too long since he touched such a clean and soft cloth, and it reminded him of those peaceful and boring times before the end of the world began.

Song Jian said: "This place is mine, you can do whatever you like, eat whatever you want."

Chen Mo clutched his belt nervously, and gave a soft "hmm".

Song Jian said: "We have rooms, hot water, electricity, food, and doctors here. If conditions permit, I would like to build a school."

Chen Mo said with difficulty: "I can teach primary school students."

Song Jian burst out laughing happily, and covered Chen Mo's slender wrist with his thick and rough hands. The warm touch made Chen Mo feel painful, so painful that he wanted to cry.

How long, how long has it been since I met such a person, saved him, touched him, hugged his scarred body, and gave him dreamlike tenderness.

Song Jian's deep voice was deep and hoarse: "You don't have to do anything, just live well."

Chen Mo nodded, but did not understand Song Jian's meaning.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He has some food, and some crude weapons.But Song Jian is obviously not interested in these things. This man owns a rich castle in the last days.

And he, Chen Mo, a pauper with nothing, what is there for Song Jian to plot against?

So, no matter what Song Jian wants, he just needs to agree.

Chen Mo ate a lot.

It made him drowsy, and he really fell asleep in the choking smell of Song Jian's smoke.

When he woke up the next day, he was lying on a big soft bed, undergoing an infusion.

He has been struggling alone for too long, and his body is severely dehydrated, and he needs to recover slowly in a few days.

Song Jian sat by the bed and read an outdated magazine. Under the light of the morning light, his vicious cropped hair and handsome features made Chen Mo dizzy.

Chen Mo struggled to sit up.

Song Jian raised his head, and threw the carton of milk scalded in hot water on the bedside table to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised the milk with his non-infusion hand and glanced at it, and muttered softly, "It's expired."

Song Jian said: "If you can find a box of milk that is not expired, I will give you this city."

Chen Mo stopped talking, but he was very happy in his heart.

The warm milk soothed his tongue and stomach, and the feeling of chatting with others made Chen Mo extremely happy.

He hasn't spoken to anyone for... a long time...

On the first day of the zombie outbreak, Chen Mo was still in junior high school.

That night, the self-study get out of class ended later than usual, because I heard that there was a riot in the street outside, so the school postponed the end of get out of class, and the parents have been notified in the parent group to come to the school to pick up the students.

Chen Mo sat in the corner and wrote the text silently until the riot spread to the school, and the screams of teachers and classmates resounded throughout the teaching building.

In the chaos, Chen Mo saw through the crowd the gray and terrifying eyes like those in zombie movies.

Chen Mo's peaceful life came to an end on that day.

He fell out of the window on the third floor, rode his bicycle and rushed home amidst the screams of zombies and humans. He even stopped at a supermarket on the way and took a bag of compressed biscuits with him.

In this sudden end of the world, he seems to have more capital to survive than the people around him.

He thought he and his family would be survivors who lived until dawn.

But the family left him one by one.

He can't save anyone, can he only live alone like this, I don't know where to go.

Song Jian gave him a castle, a place where he could eat at the table.

In this chaotic apocalypse, this is already the best fate he has encountered.

The castle was originally a resort area, with a large number of material reserves and high-power diesel generators, as well as farms and farms.

It is said that there used to be a golf course in this way, but it has been converted into farmland by Song Jian to grow wheat, corn and soybeans.

Chen Mo's physical condition was very bad. The adolescent boy was exhausted, lacked food, suffered from severe dehydration and malnutrition, and his small arms were as thin as matchsticks. So Song Jian didn't arrange for him to do anything, but let him stay in the house Read issue magazines to relieve boredom.

He didn't need Chen Mo to do anything either.

He was just... standing in the twilight of the morning light that day, preparing to leave with the looted supplies, but when he saw the lonely back of the boy surrounded by zombies, he suddenly thought of someone.

The strange boy calmly looked at the distant sky in desperation, his thin profile was too similar to that person.

The one who... died for him.

In the evening, Song Jian came to the bedroom.

There has been a new look here.

The bed sheets that were soiled last night were washed and hung outside the window, and Song Jian's messy clothes were folded neatly.

The floor had been cleared to reveal people, and the tables were set with fresh flowers from the farm.

Song Jian frowned slightly, and asked the patrolling brothers outside the door: "Where is the child I picked up today?"

The brother said: "I saw him carrying a pile of clothes to the laundry room, went to wash the clothes?"

Song Jian came to do the laundry with a cigarette in his mouth.

There is a laundry room in the resort, but in this world, electricity is the most precious thing, so the clothes here are hand washed.

It was almost dark and there was no one in the laundry room.

Song Jian saw the slender little boy from a distance, squatting by the circulating pool, scrubbing a lot of clothes with all his might.

Song Jian walked over, stepped on the muddy water with half-worn military boots, looked down at the thin little thing, and breathed out smoke rings thoughtfully.

Chen Mo raised his head in a daze under the setting sun, grasping the wet clothes in the big basin at a loss, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Song Jian said, "You washed all my clothes?"

Chen Mo nodded, lowered his head and continued to scrub the stiff overalls.

Song Jian squatted next to the big basin with a cigarette in his mouth, and said vaguely: "We have people here who are responsible for washing clothes, so you don't need to worry about it."

Chen Mo lowered his head in embarrassment and scrubbed the black stain on his trousers, and said softly, "Then I'll go to work on the construction site tomorrow."

Shame and panic appeared on the boy's delicate and delicate face, as if he was about to shed tears in embarrassment in the next second.

Song Jian looked at this cute little thing, and his heart was tumbling with unspeakable emotions in a mess.He snuffed out the cigarette butt, and whispered angrily, "I told you that you don't have to do anything."

Chen Mo lowered his head and pinched his wet clothes, and said softly, "I will suspect that you have other plans."

Song Jian's heart ached from the child's words.

He did have other agendas, he admitted.

Song Jian looked at the gray clouds in the sky, feeling uncomfortable in his heart and lungs.

On the day when the zombies broke out, his employer, Mr. Yan, was the first group of people who died in the zombie outbreak.

When the zombies rushed into Mr. Yan's study room, the old man blocked the group of corpses with his old body, and begged Song Jian to go quickly, and begged Song Jian to save his son.

Song Jian is not a heartless person, an old man died in front of him, begging him with tears in his red eyes, what can he do?

He had to save Yan Ruoming, and he risked his own life to save Yan Ruoming.

But later, it was that gentle young master who died among the zombies in order to protect him.

Song Jian picked Chen Mo home for another purpose, he wanted to make up for the debt he owed to the Yan family and his son with Chen Mo.

With two thin arms, Chen Mo clumsily pulled the wet clothes out of the basin. He stretched his arms on tiptoes and raised his neck vigorously, trying to hang the clothes on the clothesline. There were still some stubborn tears in his eyes.

Song Jian wanted to smoke again, and he had a stomachache.

How did such a big, squishy little thing survive in the last days?

Song Jian stood behind Chen Mo, with his broad shoulders pressed against Chen Mo's thin back, raised his hand to help Chen Mo put his clothes on the clothesline, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Chen Mo trembled slightly, his thin white fingers tightly grasped the wet clothes, and whispered, "I...I'll wring it dry before leaving..."

Song Jian said: "It's windy at night, blow it overnight and you'll be done."

Chen Mo obediently withdrew his hand: "Yes."

He drooped his ears like a well-behaved little rabbit, and Song Jian was delighted to see him.

Song Jian said: "I still have something to do, you go back to the house by yourself. The newly cleaned area has not been settled yet, and there are not many houses here, so you can sleep in my room first."

Chen Mo said, "I'll go with you."

Song Jian lowered his head and asked, "Aren't you tired?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

He knew that nothing in the current world would fall from the sky.If he doesn't pay anything, he will be driven away sooner or later, and he will lose everything now.

Song Jian had no choice but to say: "Okay, you go watch the night with me."

When night is approaching, Song Jian will personally patrol around the castle to ensure that all defensive measures are safe.

He used to patrol alone, but tonight he was followed by a cute little tail.

When Song Jian picked up Chen Mo, the little thing was only carrying a few sticks and a self-made weapon tied together with a fruit knife. These simple weapons were the only reliance for Chen Mo to survive alone in this world.

Song Jian was holding a gun, and while inspecting the surrounding barbed wire and fences, he asked, "Can you use a gun?"

Chen Mo lowered his head and said, "I played in the game."

Song Jian said, "I'll teach you how to play with a gun."

Chen Mo's eyes lit up slightly.

Song Jian likes Chen Mo like this, and Chen Mo, who no longer hangs his head, will have the shadow of the person in his memory.