Pale Silence

Song Jian looked at the child's pitiful appearance of being so tired and huddled together, and lightly touched Chen Mo's cheek.

Not the same.

Chen Mo muttered in his sleep and didn't know what he was talking about in his sleep.

Song Jian's heart trembled, he leaned over slowly, and kissed the corner of Chen Mo's lips.

Chen Mo, who was sleeping, curled up his body even more shyly.

Song Jian covered Chen Mo with a quilt and went to deal with other matters first.

The base, which is as strong as a fortress, will never be disturbed by the panic of the outside world. He has time to slowly express his thoughts to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo lay on the soft big bed and had a long, long dream.

He dreams that there is no end to the world, and he is still in school.

Both parents are there, and my younger sister is still very young, lying on the window and singing Chongerfei in a childlike voice.

At the door of his house, he saw a man, a tall man, smoking a cigarette casually at the door of his house.

Chen Mo walked over, raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"

The man looked at him and smiled lowly: "Go, I'll take you for a ride."

So Chen Mo happily followed the man into the car.

Rolls-Royce ran wildly in the small town, all the way to the hills in the outskirts, wild jujubes and weeds surrounded them.

The man poked his head out of the driver's seat and put a kiss on Chen Mo's lips: "Momo, do you like me?"

The charming dream in the desolate world made Chen Mo grab the quilt and sleep until dawn with a blushing face.

By the time he opened his eyes, it was already noon the next day.

There are milk rice and sauced pork ribs on the table, which are already cold.

There is a post-it note next to it, with a small arrow pointing in the direction of the small cabinet, where there is a microwave oven.

Knowing how precious electricity is, Chen Mo was reluctant to use it to heat up rice, so he obediently fed himself with the cold rice and pork ribs, packed up the table and took the things to the kitchen.

Chen Mo washed his bowls and chopsticks and put them in the disinfection cabinet, then ran to the laundry room to put away Song Jian's clothes that were hanging there.Go back to the room and fold the clothes, and put them neatly in the closet.

Song Jian went to supervise the construction of the outer wall, and distributed the newly looted walkie-talkies to the heads of various departments and patrolling guards.

He and Chen Mo emptied the warehouse of an outdoor goods store and took more than 40 walkie-talkies.

The extra ones were put in the warehouse first, and Song Jian took another one alone to match Chen Mo.

The kid was so good at running, he felt at ease with a walkie-talkie.

When Song Jian returned, Chen Mo was mopping the floor.

The child was wearing sleeves solemnly, his long hair was wrapped in a towel, and he was tying a broom to a wooden stick, trying to clean up the cobwebs on the ceiling.

Song Jian stepped forward and took the broom: "When did you wake up?"

Chen Mo stood obediently by the side, watched Song Jian raise his head to clean the spider webs, and whispered, "I just woke up for a while."

Song Jian said, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

Chen Mo felt a little wronged: "I don't know where you are..."

It's too big here.

Even if he could remember every room and every road, he didn't know where to find Song Jian.

Song Jian threw the walkie-talkie to Chen Mo: "You can find me anytime in the future."

Chen Mo joyfully held the walkie-talkie, pressed the pronunciation button and shouted cheerfully: "Hey! Hey! Song Jian! Song Jian!"

Sure enough, Song Jian's voice came from the walkie-talkie at his waist.

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian's waist, and suddenly remembered that when he was in the elevator shaft, he rushed forward and hugged Song Jian without hesitation, it was very shameless and embarrassing.

Chen Mo blushed with shame, not knowing how he made such a bold move.

He thought of that dream again, a charming, lingering, sweet dream.

After cleaning the cobwebs on the roof, Song Jian put down the broom and said to Chen Mo, "Follow me to inspect the fence."

Chen Mo picked up his baby ak, happily ran out with Song Jian, and went to patrol around the base.

It was almost dark, and all the fence works outside were suspended. Everyone went back to the base to eat, play basketball and play cards.

Mobile phones can still play stand-alone games, but each room has a daily power limit, so everyone still prefers to play something that does not consume power.

Song Jian led Chen Mo to climb up the wall and inspected the surrounding situation.

They climbed up the water tower again.

When Chen Mo came here for the first time, Song Jian took him to play with guns on the water tower.

That's where all the romance starts.

Chen Mo lay on the edge of the water tower, patrolling the entire base with a gun.

Song Jian stood behind Chen Mo, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly leaned over to hold Chen Mo in his arms.

Chen Mo shuddered slightly, grasping the butt of the gun tightly at a loss: "Song Jian..."

Song Jian was silent for a while.

He is not a person who is good at words, he can't say a long paragraph of eloquent love words, and he can't even put a candle heart for the girl he loves like those fools in college.

Chen Mo's thin and thin back was pressed tightly against Song Jian's hot chest, and the man's strong arms hugged him gently, confining him between his body and the wall.

The setting sun is slowly setting in the distance, and the sky is gradually smudged with dark ink.

Song Jian sighed softly, and said vaguely and lowly in the smell of tobacco: "Momo, follow me."

The sun went down.

The lights in the base shone from behind, casting the overlapping shadows of the two people far, far away.

Chen Mo was trembling slightly.

He never expected to get what he wanted, he thought, it was enough to be by Song Jian's side.

Song Jian was breathing smoke in his ears, and his hoarse and deep voice was more charming than in his dream: "Don't talk? Huh?"

Chen Mo didn't dare to speak, he lowered his head cautiously, shrunk into a shivering little thing at a loss, and trembled softly: "No...no..."

Song Jian raised his hand to caress Chen Mo's left ear and cheek, where he slapped him once, and he slapped it so hard that the child was stunned by him.

Song Jian asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt here?"

Chen Mo shook his head slightly.

Song Jian pinched Chen Mo's little ear lightly: "Can you hear the sound?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Song Jian leaned over and lowered his head, lightly bit Chen Mo's soft earlobe, and kissed him wetly along his cheek.Song Jian is a person who doesn't like to be entangled. He wants Chen Mo, so he doesn't have the patience to waste it endlessly with the shy child.

He kissed Chen Mo's lips.

Chen Mo did not resist, but nervously grabbed the clothes on his chest.

He kissed down his neck, and Chen Mo's throat overflowed with panicked gasps, but he still indulged all his excessive behavior obediently.

Song Jian thought: This is done.

In such a messy world, there is no civil affairs bureau and no diamond ring. The two agreed to each other, and they were considered to be together.

The tall water tower can see far away. Chen Mo looked into the distance, the tears in his eyes were not dry yet, and the wet eyelashes reflected the sky full of stars.

Song Jian smoked another cigarette and held Chen Mo in his arms.

Chen Mo rubbed against Song Jian's arms, his bright eyes looked into the distance.

When there were a hundred people in the base, Song Jian led people to cut down the trees around the resort, and cut out a ten-meter-wide open space.

The open space is covered with spiked fences and layers of barbed wire, providing a wide view and effectively preventing corpses from approaching.

Chen Mo saw a zombie stuck in the middle of the fence, roaring and struggling, trying to break free from the wooden spikes and rush over.

Song Jian raised his gun to aim, and quietly exploded the zombie's head.

Chen Mo murmured, "Do they have thoughts?"

Song Jian suddenly thought of the group of zombies with learning ability in the Yan's Group building, and a strong uneasiness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart. He said, "Maybe not."

If there is a mind, will the zombie think of his past self?

The voice of the kitchen master came from the intercom: "Boss, the meal is ready, should someone send it over or do you come to the small kitchen to eat?"

Song Jian took out the walkie-talkie and replied, "Send it to my room."

After finishing the conversation, he remembered something again, picked up the walkie-talkie and continued: "Are the cows on the farm milking?"

The master was silent for a while before replying, and said: "I just asked the farm and said that a cow has a little milk, you...would you like to drink?"

Song Jian didn't explain, but said, "Here's a hot bottle and bring it here."

Chen Mo raised his head and blinked at Song Jian.

Song Jian lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose: "I'll drink fresh milk for you."

When they came here, the resort was still a half-finished product.

The huge farm was empty, the turf was only half laid, and there were no animals on it.

Song Jian knew that the only way to make food last forever was to find a way to raise a few cattle, sheep and pigs here, and raise the dung to grass and grass to raise livestock.

But after running around for a long time, Song Jian managed to get a few animals from a farm in the outer suburbs by patchwork. A group of old men who had never raised animals surrounded the animal pen scratching their heads and scratching their heads. It took a long time to successfully breed them.

Song Jian remembered Chen Mo's half-joking sweet smile when he talked about the expired boxed milk, and couldn't help but want to give Chen Mo the fresh milk he just got first.

Song Jian stood up, ready to take Chen Mo back for dinner.

Chen Mo's legs were a little weak, and he sat on the ground and lowered his head in embarrassment, pulling Song Jian's armed belt.

The corners of Song Jian's mouth curled, and he leaned over to hug Chen Mo, walked down the stairs from the inside of the water tower swaggeringly, passed through the crowd who were on patrol at night and were busy in the vegetable garden, and carried Chen Mo back to the house without hesitation. in his own room.

Chen Mo nestled in Song Jian's arms, lowering his head obediently. He was still extremely shy, but he didn't show any struggle or unwillingness.

Song Jian's actions reminded him of the science and education movies he watched when he was a child. When the leader of the wolf pack chooses his partner, he will hold his partner under his paws in public, roaring and swearing his sovereignty to the wolf pack.

This barbaric delusion reassured Chen Mo, and he even relied on Song Jian's embrace even more.

The kitchen actually delivered a bottle of hot milk.

Dinner is fried cabbage with shredded pork and stewed grass carp with tofu.

The master chef used to be a cook at school. Song Jian was amazed at his skill in frying big pot dishes, so he arranged to cook dishes for the whole base in the kitchen.

The dishes in the big pot are well-fried, but the taste of this little stir-fry is so-so.

Fortunately, both Song Jian and Chen Mo were not picky eaters, and they ate deliciously with noodles.

When Chen Mo ate, he always chewed things in small mouthfuls, like a little hamster.

But he ate very quickly again, and after gnawing for a while, the mountain of meat and vegetable noodles in the small bowl bottomed out.

Song Jian was delighted to see it, pulled out the cork from the bottle, and put it to Chen Mo's mouth: "Taste the taste of real fresh milk, such pure milk is not easy to get even before the end of the world."