Pale Silence

Song Jian said, "I have wine in my bag."

Chen Mo frantically dug out a metal wine bottle from Song Jian's backpack, unscrewed the lid and drank a few sips frantically, coughing so much that his eyes were full of tears: "Cough cough...cough cough..."

Song Jian was so anxious that he was about to go crazy, and roared: "I let you pour it on my hand, if it doesn't hurt, it means it's not hurt."

Chen Mo hugged the bottle of wine tremblingly, not daring to try it.

Song Jian was silent for a while, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo lowered his head, the night wind mixed with the stench of blood on his face, he didn't dare to think, let alone ask.

He wanted to ask if Song Jian would kick him out of the car immediately if he was already infected.

Song Jian drove the car into the city and said, "Hold your gun."

Chen Mo hurriedly put down the wine bottle and picked up the gun.

Song Jian said: "Shoot when you see someone, don't worry about the things behind and next to you, just keep looking forward, remember?"

Chen Mo nodded heavily, holding the gun tightly with both hands.

Song Jian rushed into the urban area suddenly.

He is very familiar with this area, and he only chooses places with few people.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, tried to stay calm in the intense fear that he might have been infected, and shot the figure in front of him one after another.

It was he who suggested the sporting goods store that kept Song Jian from going back before dark.

Even... Even if he is really infected, he must protect Song Jian with his last breath, and absolutely must not let Song Jian have an accident!

Song Jian returned to the sporting goods store.

There are very few zombies here, and they have already cleaned them up.

This is the best place to rest before dawn.

Song Jian parked the car at the door, jumped out of the car with a gun in hand.

Chen Mo trembled a little.

The fear that he might have been infected by zombies tortured his heart all the time.

Song Jian paused, took Chen Mo out of the car with a gun in one hand and walked into the dark sporting goods store.

He casually asked Chen Mo: "Scared?"

Chen Mo shook his head and did not speak. He took out a fluorescent stick from his pocket and turned it on, and hid in a corner to check his hands.

Song Jian squatted in front of Chen Mo, put the gun beside him, and asked Chen Mo, "Where's the wine?"

Chen Mo took out the small stainless steel jug from his pocket, and said in a trembling voice, "I... I will do it myself..."

Song Jian ignored him, took the jug and bit open the cork, tore off a strand of clean clothes, and wiped Chen Mo's hands with the wine.

Chen Mo's hands are very thin, with thin fingers like scallions. The veins and blood vessels on the back of his hands are very clear. It seems that he can sense the frequency of his heartbeat by touching it.

Song Jian wiped off the blood on Chen Mo's fingers and the back of his hand, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

Song Jian said: "That's good, there is no wound. You stay here and watch the front door. I will go to the back to find if there is any food in the kitchen. I'm afraid we will have to wait here until dawn."

Chen Mo nodded, lowered his head and put the fluorescent stick in Song Jian's coat pocket, and whispered, "Be careful, I will keep this place safe."

After speaking, he got up with a grunt, and walked towards the front door in a daze, looking for a place to mount a gun.

He drank Song Jian's two mouthfuls of high-grade liquor just now, and he was a little dizzy.

Song Jian went to the kitchen.

It has been three full years since the zombie outbreak, and now it is almost impossible to find fresh fruits and vegetables outside, but there may still be some packaged buns and the like.

A child of Chen Mo's age should like to eat sweets.

Song Jian went to the kitchen to search for some expired cakes and chocolates, and sealed the back window with tables and chairs, and then went outside to find Chen Mo with the things.

Chen Mo was still squatting by the window, holding his gun meticulously.

Song Jian threw the little cake on his little head: "Eat something, you've been shaking."

Chen Mo rubbed his head, picked up the little cake, tore off the seal, and silently ate like a little mouse.

He was really scared just now.

He was afraid that he had been infected, and Song Jian would kill him.

When running for his life alone, Chen Mo was not so afraid of death.

At that time, he lived day by day, had no future and no hope, and was very numb to death, and sometimes he was so lonely that he would want to go out and let a zombie bite him, and he would not be lonely after becoming a zombie.

But now he doesn't want to die anymore.

As long as he was by Song Jian's side, his heart would beat very fast, as if to make up for his years of calm and stagnant loneliness. The heart of the young man who had just begun to fall in love was on fire, and all the fiery love was stimulating his survival instinct.

He loved someone, so how could he be willing to die like this.

Chen Mo ate a lot of small cakes.

Feeling full and drunk came to his mind together, Chen Mo yawned limply, and hugged himself together as if feeling a little ashamed.

Song Jian looked funny, and rubbed Chen Mo's little head: "Go to sleep, I will keep watch."

Chen Mo yawned, rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, tentatively, and nestled into Song Jian's arms.

Song Jian froze for a moment, but did not push him away.

Chen Mo finally fell asleep in peace.

Listening to the regular snoring of the little thing in his arms, Song Jian felt some indescribable ups and downs in his heart.

Yan Ruoming would not sleep in his arms like this.

Even if they could only huddle overnight in a small wooden box on the way to escape, Yan Ruoming would lean in the corner alone, silently drawing the boundaries of a gentleman, as if he was afraid of taking advantage of him.

Song Jian gently stroked the messy hair on Chen Mo's forehead.

Looking at it this way, Chen Mo and Yan Ruoming don't look very much alike.

Yan Ruoming is a mature man. He runs a hospital and controls Yan's medical foundation. He is gentle and rational.

But Chen Mo...

The torment of the end of the world seems to have hindered the child's normal growth process. He is still like a child, innocent and stubborn, cautiously testing the rules of the adult world, but always at a loss and not knowing what to do is right.

Song Jian habitually went to his pocket to feel for his wallet, but found nothing, and then remembered that he had put his coat on for Chen Mo.

Song Jian smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his head to look for Chen Mo, but froze in place.

Chen Mo was wearing a thin shirt, curled up in his arms like a small animal afraid of the cold, but the coat had disappeared.

Song Jianxin sank, and woke up Chen Mo: "Momo, where is my coat?"

Chen Mo was still dazed by the two sips of white wine, and only woke up suddenly after being called out by Song Jian several times.

He remembered, Song Jian's coat...was taken off by him in a hurry and used as a weapon to cover the zombie's face...

Song Jian's voice was a little harsh: "There are my important things in the pocket of that coat, Chen Mo! Where did you throw my coat!!!"

Chen Mo only felt that Song Jian was shaking him all the time, making him spin around.

Is it very important... is it very important...

Chen Mo remembered the wallet.

Song Jian always carried that old wallet with him, and often took it out to have a look, his eyes filled with sadness and nostalgia.

It must be something very important, like the candy his sister left him, like the house key his mother gave him.

But something so important to Song Jian was lost by him.

Chen Mo was not good at making excuses, and he was unwilling to explain to Song Jian how critical the situation was at that time.He just tried to find Song Jian's eyes in a trance, and whispered guiltily with a weeping sound: "I'm sorry... I... I lost it accidentally..."

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap was slapped on Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo fell to the ground and looked up blankly, his ears were buzzing, his eyes were dark, his nasal cavity was getting wet, as if there was a nosebleed coming out.

There was a loud sound of closing the door, and Song Jian left.

He's going to find his coat.

It was the middle of the night, the time when the zombies were most active, but Song Jian rushed into the darkness recklessly.

Chen Mo stumbled out of the store and saw Song Jian driving the car and disappearing around the corner in the east.

Chen Mo thought blankly, it must be something very important, something that Song Jian could kill.

He felt a little pain in his heart.

That slap hurt him so much that blood flowed from his nose into his mouth.

In Song Jian's heart, he must belong to the kind of thing that is not important at all.

Distraught, Song Jian drove to the forest farm he had just passed.

But as soon as the car reached the edge of the forest farm, there were seven or eight zombies roaring and jumping on the car.

Song Jian irritably raised his submachine gun and fired indiscriminately, then turned around and ran towards the city.

The terrain in the woods was complicated, and the zombies liked to run around with human-like objects in their arms. Going into the forest farm to find his coat in such a dark night was basically a meaningless death.

Song Jian looked up at the foggy city in the night, the tallest office building was the property of Yan's Group.

Song Jian used to go in and out of Yan's Group because of work. In the chairman's office building on the highest floor, there was a photo of Yan Ruoming when he graduated from university.

Song Jian was upset and thought of Chen Mo again.

That little boy who is obedient and fights but is very fierce, always looks pitiful with his head drooping.

He was so angry that he slapped Chen Mo just now, and he didn't know if he hit it a little too hard. The child kept his head down for a long time and didn't lift it up.

Song Jian took a deep breath, fidgeted out a cigarette and lit one, and went back to the shop with the cigarette in his mouth to pick up the unlucky boy.

But there was no one in the store, and even the small cakes and expired ham sausages he threw on the ground last night were taken away.

Song Jian was a little disappointed.

Did the kid leave by himself?

Will he go back to base?

He will still continue to wander alone with his small schoolbag on his back...

How long is that little thing going to live, running around like a little hamster?

Song Jian took a puff of cigarette violently, and drove towards the city center.

The office building has 32 floors.

It is absolutely impossible to climb up by physical strength, but Song Jian knows that there is a password elevator next to the back door of the office building, which is the exclusive passage for Yan and his son.

Song Jian used to be Mr. Yan's personal bodyguard, so he often went in and out of this elevator.

Parking the car next to the green belt at the back door, Song Jian sat in the car and silently smoked another cigarette.

The emergency lighting facilities in the office building have used up all the reserve power due to long-term use, and he has to wait until dawn before entering.

Fortunately, this exclusive elevator has a separate power reserve, which is underground.

Song Jian was smoking a cigarette, thinking of Chen Mo again in the dead silence.

He shouldn't have done it.

Chen Mo had no idea that Yan Ruoming's photo was inside that dress.

That kid doesn't know anything.

His past, his mood, and even his own existence mean something to him.

Chen Mo doesn't know anything, it's not fair.