Chapter 52 I’m not dead yet

Before getting a clear answer from Rong Yun, Xiao Shenwei once thought that he was still in a poisoning reaction.

The invasion of the zombie virus made his consciousness always not sober, as if he had been forcibly subdued.

This made Xiao Shenwei annoyed for a while.

Rong Yun’s hair was still dripping with water, and her body still smelled of moistness that is unique to the rainy mountains and forests.

He was already soaked wet.

Xiao Shenwei hugged Rong Yun tightly and buried his head in Rong Yun’s arms.

Rong Yun’s chest was very warm, with the cool mint aroma familiar to the bone marrow, and the “pounding” heartbeat.

…that’s the heartbeat he’s longed for for a long, long time…

“…I…”

Xiao Shenwei’s pale, chapped lips moved slightly, and his voice was unbelievably hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of the gap in his throat.

“I’m hungry.”

“I want to eat honey rabbit legs.”

Xiao Shenwei held up Rong Yun’s face and looked at each other.

Xiao Shenwei saw Rong Yun’s reddened eyes, the glowing fire and his own reflection.

“Okay, I’ll make it for you.”

Rong Yun nodded, rubbed Xiao Shenwei’s pale face with his fingers, and pushed the black hair hanging from his cheeks behind his ears.

With their eyes entangled, the two suddenly grinned and laughed almost at the same time.

Just smiling, tears suddenly fell from Rong Yun’s eyes, sliding down the cheekbones that were slightly protruding due to thinness.

Then,

“Bah,”

“click, click, click,”

Some wiped Xiao Shenwei’s pale and cold fingers, soaking Xiao Shenwei’s clothes.

Some hot.

“…The hair has grown.”

“…too skinny.”

“…how do you…”

Rong Yun’s voice was choked.

…how did you make yourself look like this…

“…Sorry…I didn’t take care of you…”

Xiao Shenwei shook his head:

“You’re good to live.”

His vision was blurred by some kind of liquid into a mess of light and shadow, Rong Yun pursed his lips and smiled again with red eyes.

He reached out and rubbed Xiao Shenwei’s hair, and when he lowered his head, he saw the scattered wooden sculptures of various sizes.

“why are you crying.”

Xiao Shenwei held Rong Yun’s face, and his lips touched the corner of Rong Yun’s eyes lightly.

“No.”

Rong Yun covered his eyes with the back of his hand:

“…It’s windy in the mountains.”

Outside the rain did not stop, there was no wind, and the dark forest was blurred in the rain.

The fire crackled, and the smell of pheromones in the air seemed to penetrate into the apex of the heart, making Xiao Shenwei feel that his entire chest was hot.

—Only psychological, of course.

After all, now a certain zombie surnamed Xiao was bitten back to before liberation, and he had been a savage in Nanze for so long, even if it didn’t freeze in place, it could be regarded as a virus to give him face.

Before today, Xiao Shenwei had even made preparations to be a savage in the mountains for a lifetime, dig out the bird’s nest if he had nothing to do, watch the squirrel family reproduce, and rely on poisonous mushrooms to recall the past.

The two people in the cave were leaning against each other by the firelight, and they wished they could tie themselves to each other with a rope and never be separated again.

Outside the cave, a group of men from Daxing flashed their flashlights and caught up with them out of breath, watching the faint fire in the cave from a distance.

The middle-aged man at the head lit a cigarette and took two puffs, the smoke that he exhaled was quickly washed away by the moist air.

“…Uncle Li…We…”

A young man behind him called out.

“Don’t go there yet.”

Li Mao raised his hand and squinted, wondering if he was looking at the two people in the cave under the light of the fire, or if he didn’t see anything.

“Wait for them…it’s not easy.”

Rong Yun was rescued by Daxing people, the first thing after waking up was to look for Xiao Shenwei everywhere with blood red eyes.

He had never seen Rong Yun like that.

Embarrassed, desperate, and even paranoid madness.

In those days, what Li Mao saw most often was Rong Yun sitting on the rooftop with his eyes open, holding a small wooden sculpture in his hand, staring at the gray-white sky in a daze.

It seems that the whole person has lost his soul, and what remains here is just an empty body and body.

Until one day, Rong Yun suddenly found Li Mao in the middle of the night.

“Uncle…you said…”

Rong Yun’s voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, and there was almost only a breathy sound left in the hoarseness.

“…You said he would be in Nanze.”

His eyes stared at Li Mao’s eyes with some emptiness, and there were some small hopes hidden.

It’s just that the light is too fragile, as if the breeze blows and it shatters.

After speaking, without waiting for Li Mao to answer, he lowered his eyes to himself, and his chapped lips moved:

“…he’s still hurt…he doesn’t know how to cook…he has such a sloppy mouth, and his stomach is not good…”

Rong Yun clenched the small wooden sculpture that was not leaving his body for a moment, and said ramble.

“…I have to go and see, I have to go to Nanze to see… What if he is there?”

Li Mao sighed.

“What if he’s not there? Nanze is so big…”

This land is too big, and Xiao Shenwei can go anywhere.

Rong Yun was silent for a while.

Then his fingers tightened.

“Then look for it… If you don’t look for it, how do you know he’s not there…”

After a pause, Rong Yun closed his eyes, his voice was almost inaudible:

“…It will always be found, it will always be found.”

The next morning, Rong Yun, whose wounds had not healed, disappeared.

He entered Nanze alone.

Since then, hunters from Daxing Jinshan have helped find clues.

Rong Yun would return to Daxing every few days to replenish supplies, and then returned to Nanze overnight to continue searching.

He always felt that Xiao Shenwei was here.

He should be here.

Just why, he can’t find him…

Until three days ago he received a tattered tiger skin.

It seems to know that this hapless piebald tiger died in an extremely R-rated film.

– The perpetrator is too brutal.

However, Rong Yun was stunned on the spot.

Very familiar trace.

Traces that can only be created by Xiao Shenwei’s nails after being mourned.

Since then, Rong Yun’s whole person has fallen into a state of extreme excitement, wishing he had forty-eight hours a day, every minute and every second was devoted to finding Xiao Shenwei.

Then he found him.

Now, he’s going to take him home.

…

…

For Xiao Shenwei, the memory of Daxing City seems to be still yesterday, as vivid as a colorful oil painting.

The girl who sells buns and pushes a cart in the streets, the uncle downstairs who scolds and plays chess every day, the lively policeman at the police station with some young people in his righteousness, and the young man with broken legs in Daxing Daily. Editors…

At that time, Rong Yun was still very shy, and a casual glance at each other would make him blush for a long time.

Xiao Shenwei hasn’t been eroded by the virus to the point of losing his mind, and his eyes are full of Rong Yun, making honey-sauce roasted rabbit with small stir-fried pork, and beef with spring onion.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shenwei licked his mouth and clenched the hand of Rong Yun, who was sleeping beside him.

He is too tired.

The almost sleepless search for several days had almost worn down his body, which had been wounded and never healed.

Until today, I found someone, as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of me, and a string that was tightly stretched finally broke with a bang.

Jonghyun was tired.

Xiao Shenwei lowered his eyes and looked at Rong Yun’s sleeping face, feeling that his whole heart was full.

Until he saw the bronze statue about four or five meters high standing in front of the city gate through the car window.

The thin young man lowered his head and knelt on one knee, holding the long knife used to support his body in his hand.

The snow on the black statue has not yet melted, and it looks rather tragic.

For a moment, Xiao Shenwei’s nose was a little sour.

—If the statue wasn’t piled high with flowers.

Xiao Shenwei watched helplessly as a little girl took a bunch of small white flowers from her mother’s hand, with a serious expression, she placed it in front of the statue solemnly and bowed.

The two uncles next to the statue also placed a censer in front of the statue, burning incense, and the smoke rose up.

but,

Forget about burning incense, what do you mean by placing two fruit plates? ? ?

I’m not dead yet! ! !

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After the teaching-funding test is over, the question is that the second class is cool _(:з)∠)_

So what’s wrong with those people in the discipline inspection department?

No books can be placed on the table, no one can lie on the bed, no **** in the trash can, and no clothes can be hung on the balcony.

? ? ? ? ? ?

That’s okay, clothes hang on the table, books are hung on the balcony, garbage is put on the bed, and people lie in the trash can?

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