Chapter 39
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A sleepless night.
It's not that Song Fei doesn't want to sleep, but it's too cold in the kitchen after the heating is cut off. There's nothing on the ground that can keep you cool, so we don't have to lay on the floor. The clean desk is a good place to live, which can isolate the cool air from the ground. However, the characteristic window is different from the full-length kitchen downstairs. Each compartment is a small kitchen and a small chopping board. The order system allows students to make as many copies as they come. Therefore, the desk is not large, and there is not much spare space for two aunts. So Lin Dilei and Huang Mo are holding each other on the desk, while the rest of the male students are leaning against each other in the corner. They sleep when they can, and squint when they can't.
Finally, at dawn, Song Fei felt that his fingers and toes were a little stiff. He stood up for half a day and then came back slowly.
Zhao he and his family are not so good either. One of them is one. They all wear black circles under their eyes and look very haggard. Song Fei finally understood that the tiredness on the face of class 2 students was not only to escape, but also to suffer from poor rest.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei got up first and began to cook big sauce soup. The strong sauce flavor and the heat of the stove made this cold morning warm.
As Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, he went to open the window, and the cold air came to his face, instantly refreshing.
Outside is a white world of ice and snow, not really beautiful. Treetops, the ground, everywhere covered with snow, in the newborn sun shining crystal light, as if the bride's wedding yarn, pure, clear.
"It's snowy enough," Zhao he said strangely. He didn't know when he came to the back of Song Fei. "It seems that it hasn't snowed so much in the whole winter of last year."
Wu Zhou, who had just stolen a spoonful of soup and was ready to give it to his mouth, stopped and retorted: "why not. At the beginning of February, the playground couldn't be used all day. The training of your department stopped
Zhao he twisted his good-looking eyebrows and recalled the hard time: "how can I have no impression at all..."
Huang Mo grabs back the spoon in Wu Zhou's hand, strangles the thief in the cradle, and then analyzes: "it's estimated that it's melting too fast, so it always feels like it hasn't been done."
Wu Zhou reluctantly looked at the soup almost in his mouth and sighed: "Alas, it's in our northeast. We don't take it with us all winter. It's white until spring."
"Fortunately, it's not in the northeast. It's just a few degrees below zero, and we can't stand it. If it's dozens of degrees below zero ahchoo! I dare not think about it. " He Zhiwen rubbed his nose and looked down at Song Fei who was not far away. The latter had been looking down for a long time, and his neck was getting longer and longer. He wished he could go around the back of the building. He was scared. "Song Fei, pay attention, don't fall down!"
He Zhiwen reminds Song Fei whether he hears it or not. Zhao he next to Song Fei hears it clearly, so he feels strange and pestles him with his arm: "what are you looking at?"
Song Fei finally took back half of his body and said, "zombie."
Last night, Song Fei told class 2 about their fighting experience and scientific research achievements. As for the experience of fighting, Song Fei boasted a little bit. People didn't know if he knew it. Anyway, he was very happy. However, he did not dare to adulterate his scientific research achievements. From the suspected zombie virus to the Zombie's own characteristics, he seriously popularized science. Some of the students in class 2 were totally approved and some were skeptical, but believe it or not, they at least accepted the term "zombie". You can't be a crazy classmate or a monster classmate. It sounds awkward.
Zhao he was puzzled and looked down. The world was vast, and there was no ghost shadow: "there is no zombie?"
"It's just strange that there are no zombies," he said, "no matter when, day or night, there are zombies wandering. There may be more people smelling or seeing people alive, and less when they can't smell or see them, but it's strange that none of them is there. "
Zhao he is straight-line, so he can't understand Song Fei's hundred turns and thousand turns: "I'm afraid of the cold. Who will run out in a snowy day? It's freezing to death."
Song Fei subconsciously wants to refute that the zombie is painless and unconscious, but still afraid of cold. Isn't that strange? But another thought, maybe they can't be called human any more, but they are still some kind of creatures. Since they can retain some behavior habits in their lifetime, it seems that it's not impossible for them to keep the most basic physiological feature of pursuing advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
"It's time for dinner --" Lin Di Lei lined up the stone pot on the clean table, and while Huang Mo was filling the soup inside, called Song Fei and Zhao he, "quickly close the window, it's freezing to death. Come and have the soup first, and after that, you two will give us some advice. "
In the twinkling of an eye, eight people gathered at the desk, and without a stool, they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei is still thinking about the zombie. He is afraid of the cold. He is a little slow. When he comes back to himself, the seven little friends have finished taking it, and there is only one left. Fortunately, they were all steaming and no matter who came first or who came later, he won his share with full expectation in the delicious sauce
Originally, the steps to turn around stop. Song Fei holds the stone pot in front of his eyes again, making sure he hears the sound of broken dreams.
There was a crash.
It's crackling.Bang.
Click.
It seems that he is not the only one broken.
"Sister," she said bitterly on behalf of Wu Zhou, "if you don't take the stone pot to cook, take the spoon to cook and then divide it. I can understand that after all, we don't have to pay attention to eating. But it seems that there must be bean curd, beef, mushrooms and clams in the soy sauce soup. Isn't it cruel to just get a handful of bean sprouts
Huang Mo calmly drank the soup and enjoyed the sauce on the tip of his tongue. Then he put down the stone pot and showed his hand innocently: "the bean curd is rotten, and I can't go back to heaven."
Wuzhou black line, bean curd rancid is the day we all saw, but: "there is not beef in the freezer, the whole bag of dried mushrooms also have a lot of ah."
Huang Mo looked at him quietly, and said nothing.
Wu Zhou said nothing at the back. Huang Mo's expression was very soft, but he always felt that the other person's lens would fly out at any time and cut his throat.
In fact, Huang Mo's feeling is quite different from that of Lin Dilei. The latter is that even if she doesn't speak, standing there is full of a sense of existence. If she doesn't pretend to be gentle, her mouth will be full of pressure. But most of the time Huang Mo is humble, small, almost nothing can be called the aura of things, but the strange thing is that if she looks at you, you seem to be sucked into that pair of eyes, can't come out again. Then it will be taken or relaxed, or nervous, as if there is an invisible force holding you back.
Finally, Huang Mo opened his mouth and explained peacefully, "we can eat whatever we want. If we have fun, we will die. But if you think this is a protracted war, food rationing should be scientifically planned to maximize efficiency with minimum consumption. What do you think? "
Wu Zhou swallowed his saliva, quickly lowered his head and began to drink the soup assiduously.
Zhao he, who has been listening in, is convinced: "women are considerate. No wonder my father always says that my mother can hold up half of the sky."
Huang Mo was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Zhao he thought she was not satisfied, and immediately changed his words: "you can top three quarters!"
Huang Murong said "thank you" for a long time, then bowed his head to drink soup, and never looked up again.
Zhao he vaguely felt that he had lost touch with the girl again, but he didn't know how to chat with the girl. He shrugged and started his own bean sprout breakfast journey.
It doesn't take much time just to drink soup. In less than ten minutes, everyone's pot is at the bottom. Although there is a lack of materials in the soup, but a stone pot of hot soup down, people are really warm up.
There is still no zombie outside. Both Song Fei and Lin Dilei are eager to meet with their little friends. They can't worry so much. They say goodbye to class 2.
Huang Mo looked under his eyes and worried: "although it's on the second floor, it's also very high. Are you going to jump down like this?"
Fu Xiyuan also looked at the bottom of his eyes and wondered, "it's not too high. It's OK to jump directly."
Huang Mo looks up at Fu Xiyuan.
Fu Xiyuan looks down at Huang mo.
The height difference makes each other a little embarrassed.
This is a modern version of the story of a pony crossing the river. Uncle Niu thinks it's shallow, and little squirrel thinks it's deep. So in the story, the pony goes home and asks his mother. But now, song Xiaoma has a very clear self-awareness: "jump directly, the lightest is also sprained."
Zhao he asked: "then you have no rope. How are you going to get down?"
Song Fei smiles and looks around the audience.
The students in class 2 of Wu Sheng felt a moment of uncertainty.
Five minutes later, when everyone got together, Zhao he, who had the longest arm, raised his mobile phone and snapped eight united and friendly faces into a picture through his own beautiful front camera.
With Zhao he returning his mobile phone to Song Fei, five male students in class 2 of Wu Sheng began to undress.
Huang Mo retreated to one side and couldn't help but enjoy it. Anyway, he just took off his coat and had a look.
A few minutes later, a cloth rope made of a sweater, T-shirt, autumn clothes, etc. dropped from the window on the second floor. At the end of the rope, a huge white radish was tied. With the rope holder Song Fei swinging back and forth, the white radish knocked on the glass window below, making a dull sound.
Soon, the lower window was opened and Qi Yan looked up.
Song Fei made an OK gesture to him, and Qi Yan nodded.
The cloth rope was quickly retracted, untied and put down again. This time, there was no rope holder. The head end of the rope was firmly tied to the leg of the table. The remaining six partners guarded the leg of the table to prevent the cloth from loosening in the middle. The other four people squeezed onto the table and pressed it with their own weight to make sure that they could resist the pull of one person's weight.
Everything goes on in silence.
Just two minutes later, Song Fei landed safely, and then Lin Dilei landed. They quickly got into the window. Zhao he took back the rope and closed the window.
As soon as Song Fei came in, he was frightened by the wide space. Although he knew in his heart that the kitchen downstairs must be much bigger than that upstairs, he still needed to adapt to the change of space. What's more, there are four freezers. There is only one upstairs, and the one downstairs is also big. Standing in the corner of the wall, it is glittering.Qi Yan was amused by his appearance. He couldn't help touching his head: "you're hungry. You can choose whatever you want."
Song Fei is stunned, accident way: "can you cook?"
"No way." Qi Yan didn't even think about it. It's very natural.
Song Fei black line: "what do you want me to choose?"
Qi Yan was stunned: "can't you do it?"
Song Fei: "when did I tell you I would do it?"
Qi Yan: "when I first met you, you said that you had to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. It was like the reincarnation of a snail girl. Who would find you? Just lie in bed and enjoy yourself all your life."
Song Fei
The friends scattered quietly, and couldn't bear to see Qi Yan's innocent face again.
If we say that before that, class 1 of wusheng group still divided into two positions: supporting Qi and supporting Song Dynasty, then now we have no difference at all - supporting Qi and destroying Song Dynasty.
Looking at Qi Yan's face confused and injured, and seeing his friends full of disgust, Song Fei also has a little sense of shame. But objectively speaking, this is not a serious crime, right? It's not a good thing to say when someone is teasing.
"It's not a crime to brag when you're chasing someone." Lindley spoke softly.
Song Fei held her hand with tears in his eyes: "right, right, you are the most experienced. This is human nature!"
Lin Di Lei firmly took out her hand: "but after catching it, be frank."
Song Fei: "no..."
Zhou Tongyi: "even if you don't be honest, you'll kick others in the end."
Song Fei: "not..."
Luo Geng: "people do not mind the past and seek to compound."
Josch: you kicked me a second time
Song Fei: "he..."
Li Jingyu: "when you don't get it, it's a cinnabar mole in your heart. When you get it, it's mosquito blood on the wall."
Song Fei wants to cry and look for the only intimate brother: "light far -"
Wang came forward in time and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "in fact, after these days of observation, I found that he is not as bad as you said."
All the little friends: "you still speak ill of others behind their backs?"
Song Fei I'm wrong. I'm going to the corner to reflect. "
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A sleepless night.
It's not that Song Fei doesn't want to sleep, but it's too cold in the kitchen after the heating is cut off. There's nothing on the ground that can keep you cool, so we don't have to lay on the floor. The clean desk is a good place to live, which can isolate the cool air from the ground. However, the characteristic window is different from the full-length kitchen downstairs. Each compartment is a small kitchen and a small chopping board. The order system allows students to make as many copies as they come. Therefore, the desk is not large, and there is not much spare space for two aunts. So Lin Dilei and Huang Mo are holding each other on the desk, while the rest of the male students are leaning against each other in the corner. They sleep when they can, and squint when they can't.
Finally, at dawn, Song Fei felt that his fingers and toes were a little stiff. He stood up for half a day and then came back slowly.
Zhao he and his family are not so good either. One of them is one. They all wear black circles under their eyes and look very haggard. Song Fei finally understood that the tiredness on the face of class 2 students was not only to escape, but also to suffer from poor rest.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei got up first and began to cook big sauce soup. The strong sauce flavor and the heat of the stove made this cold morning warm.
As Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, he went to open the window, and the cold air came to his face, instantly refreshing.
Outside is a white world of ice and snow, not really beautiful. Treetops, the ground, everywhere covered with snow, in the newborn sun shining crystal light, as if the bride's wedding yarn, pure, clear.
"It's snowy enough," Zhao he said strangely. He didn't know when he came to the back of Song Fei. "It seems that it hasn't snowed so much in the whole winter of last year."
Wu Zhou, who had just stolen a spoonful of soup and was ready to give it to his mouth, stopped and retorted: "why not. At the beginning of February, the playground couldn't be used all day. The training of your department stopped
Zhao he twisted his good-looking eyebrows and recalled the hard time: "how can I have no impression at all..."
Huang Mo grabs back the spoon in Wu Zhou's hand, strangles the thief in the cradle, and then analyzes: "it's estimated that it's melting too fast, so it always feels like it hasn't been done."
Wu Zhou reluctantly looked at the soup almost in his mouth and sighed: "Alas, it's in our northeast. We don't take it with us all winter. It's white until spring."
"Fortunately, it's not in the northeast. It's just a few degrees below zero, and we can't stand it. If it's dozens of degrees below zero ahchoo! I dare not think about it. " He Zhiwen rubbed his nose and looked down at Song Fei who was not far away. The latter had been looking down for a long time, and his neck was getting longer and longer. He wished he could go around the back of the building. He was scared. "Song Fei, pay attention, don't fall down!"
He Zhiwen reminds Song Fei whether he hears it or not. Zhao he next to Song Fei hears it clearly, so he feels strange and pestles him with his arm: "what are you looking at?"
Song Fei finally took back half of his body and said, "zombie."
Last night, Song Fei told class 2 about their fighting experience and scientific research achievements. As for the experience of fighting, Song Fei boasted a little bit. People didn't know if he knew it. Anyway, he was very happy. However, he did not dare to adulterate his scientific research achievements. From the suspected zombie virus to the Zombie's own characteristics, he seriously popularized science. Some of the students in class 2 were totally approved and some were skeptical, but believe it or not, they at least accepted the term "zombie". You can't be a crazy classmate or a monster classmate. It sounds awkward.
Zhao he was puzzled and looked down. The world was vast, and there was no ghost shadow: "there is no zombie?"
"It's just strange that there are no zombies," he said, "no matter when, day or night, there are zombies wandering. There may be more people smelling or seeing people alive, and less when they can't smell or see them, but it's strange that none of them is there. "
Zhao he is straight-line, so he can't understand Song Fei's hundred turns and thousand turns: "I'm afraid of the cold. Who will run out in a snowy day? It's freezing to death."
Song Fei subconsciously wants to refute that the zombie is painless and unconscious, but still afraid of cold. Isn't that strange? But another thought, maybe they can't be called human any more, but they are still some kind of creatures. Since they can retain some behavior habits in their lifetime, it seems that it's not impossible for them to keep the most basic physiological feature of pursuing advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
"It's time for dinner --" Lin Di Lei lined up the stone pot on the clean table, and while Huang Mo was filling the soup inside, called Song Fei and Zhao he, "quickly close the window, it's freezing to death. Come and have the soup first, and after that, you two will give us some advice. "
In the twinkling of an eye, eight people gathered at the desk, and without a stool, they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei is still thinking about the zombie. He is afraid of the cold. He is a little slow. When he comes back to himself, the seven little friends have finished taking it, and there is only one left. Fortunately, they were all steaming and no matter who came first or who came later, he won his share with full expectation in the delicious sauce
Originally, the steps to turn around stop. Song Fei holds the stone pot in front of his eyes again, making sure he hears the sound of broken dreams.
There was a crash.
It's crackling.Bang.
Click.
It seems that he is not the only one broken.
"Sister," she said bitterly on behalf of Wu Zhou, "if you don't take the stone pot to cook, take the spoon to cook and then divide it. I can understand that after all, we don't have to pay attention to eating. But it seems that there must be bean curd, beef, mushrooms and clams in the soy sauce soup. Isn't it cruel to just get a handful of bean sprouts
Huang Mo calmly drank the soup and enjoyed the sauce on the tip of his tongue. Then he put down the stone pot and showed his hand innocently: "the bean curd is rotten, and I can't go back to heaven."
Wuzhou black line, bean curd rancid is the day we all saw, but: "there is not beef in the freezer, the whole bag of dried mushrooms also have a lot of ah."
Huang Mo looked at him quietly, and said nothing.
Wu Zhou said nothing at the back. Huang Mo's expression was very soft, but he always felt that the other person's lens would fly out at any time and cut his throat.
In fact, Huang Mo's feeling is quite different from that of Lin Dilei. The latter is that even if she doesn't speak, standing there is full of a sense of existence. If she doesn't pretend to be gentle, her mouth will be full of pressure. But most of the time Huang Mo is humble, small, almost nothing can be called the aura of things, but the strange thing is that if she looks at you, you seem to be sucked into that pair of eyes, can't come out again. Then it will be taken or relaxed, or nervous, as if there is an invisible force holding you back.
Finally, Huang Mo opened his mouth and explained peacefully, "we can eat whatever we want. If we have fun, we will die. But if you think this is a protracted war, food rationing should be scientifically planned to maximize efficiency with minimum consumption. What do you think? "
Wu Zhou swallowed his saliva, quickly lowered his head and began to drink the soup assiduously.
Zhao he, who has been listening in, is convinced: "women are considerate. No wonder my father always says that my mother can hold up half of the sky."
Huang Mo was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Zhao he thought she was not satisfied, and immediately changed his words: "you can top three quarters!"
Huang Murong said "thank you" for a long time, then bowed his head to drink soup, and never looked up again.
Zhao he vaguely felt that he had lost touch with the girl again, but he didn't know how to chat with the girl. He shrugged and started his own bean sprout breakfast journey.
It doesn't take much time just to drink soup. In less than ten minutes, everyone's pot is at the bottom. Although there is a lack of materials in the soup, but a stone pot of hot soup down, people are really warm up.
There is still no zombie outside. Both Song Fei and Lin Dilei are eager to meet with their little friends. They can't worry so much. They say goodbye to class 2.
Huang Mo looked under his eyes and worried: "although it's on the second floor, it's also very high. Are you going to jump down like this?"
Fu Xiyuan also looked at the bottom of his eyes and wondered, "it's not too high. It's OK to jump directly."
Huang Mo looks up at Fu Xiyuan.
Fu Xiyuan looks down at Huang mo.
The height difference makes each other a little embarrassed.
This is a modern version of the story of a pony crossing the river. Uncle Niu thinks it's shallow, and little squirrel thinks it's deep. So in the story, the pony goes home and asks his mother. But now, song Xiaoma has a very clear self-awareness: "jump directly, the lightest is also sprained."
Zhao he asked: "then you have no rope. How are you going to get down?"
Song Fei smiles and looks around the audience.
The students in class 2 of Wu Sheng felt a moment of uncertainty.
Five minutes later, when everyone got together, Zhao he, who had the longest arm, raised his mobile phone and snapped eight united and friendly faces into a picture through his own beautiful front camera.
With Zhao he returning his mobile phone to Song Fei, five male students in class 2 of Wu Sheng began to undress.
Huang Mo retreated to one side and couldn't help but enjoy it. Anyway, he just took off his coat and had a look.
A few minutes later, a cloth rope made of a sweater, T-shirt, autumn clothes, etc. dropped from the window on the second floor. At the end of the rope, a huge white radish was tied. With the rope holder Song Fei swinging back and forth, the white radish knocked on the glass window below, making a dull sound.
Soon, the lower window was opened and Qi Yan looked up.
Song Fei made an OK gesture to him, and Qi Yan nodded.
The cloth rope was quickly retracted, untied and put down again. This time, there was no rope holder. The head end of the rope was firmly tied to the leg of the table. The remaining six partners guarded the leg of the table to prevent the cloth from loosening in the middle. The other four people squeezed onto the table and pressed it with their own weight to make sure that they could resist the pull of one person's weight.
Everything goes on in silence.
Just two minutes later, Song Fei landed safely, and then Lin Dilei landed. They quickly got into the window. Zhao he took back the rope and closed the window.
As soon as Song Fei came in, he was frightened by the wide space. Although he knew in his heart that the kitchen downstairs must be much bigger than that upstairs, he still needed to adapt to the change of space. What's more, there are four freezers. There is only one upstairs, and the one downstairs is also big. Standing in the corner of the wall, it is glittering.Qi Yan was amused by his appearance. He couldn't help touching his head: "you're hungry. You can choose whatever you want."
Song Fei is stunned, accident way: "can you cook?"
"No way." Qi Yan didn't even think about it. It's very natural.
Song Fei black line: "what do you want me to choose?"
Qi Yan was stunned: "can't you do it?"
Song Fei: "when did I tell you I would do it?"
Qi Yan: "when I first met you, you said that you had to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. It was like the reincarnation of a snail girl. Who would find you? Just lie in bed and enjoy yourself all your life."
Song Fei
The friends scattered quietly, and couldn't bear to see Qi Yan's innocent face again.
If we say that before that, class 1 of wusheng group still divided into two positions: supporting Qi and supporting Song Dynasty, then now we have no difference at all - supporting Qi and destroying Song Dynasty.
Looking at Qi Yan's face confused and injured, and seeing his friends full of disgust, Song Fei also has a little sense of shame. But objectively speaking, this is not a serious crime, right? It's not a good thing to say when someone is teasing.
"It's not a crime to brag when you're chasing someone." Lindley spoke softly.
Song Fei held her hand with tears in his eyes: "right, right, you are the most experienced. This is human nature!"
Lin Di Lei firmly took out her hand: "but after catching it, be frank."
Song Fei: "no..."
Zhou Tongyi: "even if you don't be honest, you'll kick others in the end."
Song Fei: "not..."
Luo Geng: "people do not mind the past and seek to compound."
Josch: you kicked me a second time
Song Fei: "he..."
Li Jingyu: "when you don't get it, it's a cinnabar mole in your heart. When you get it, it's mosquito blood on the wall."
Song Fei wants to cry and look for the only intimate brother: "light far -"
Wang came forward in time and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "in fact, after these days of observation, I found that he is not as bad as you said."
All the little friends: "you still speak ill of others behind their backs?"
Song Fei I'm wrong. I'm going to the corner to reflect. "
A sleepless night. It's not that Song Fei doesn't want to sleep, but it's too cold in the kitchen after the heating is cut off. There's nothing on the ground that can keep you cool, so we don't have to lay on the floor. The clean desk is a good place to live, which can isolate the cool air from the ground. However, the characteristic window is different from the full-length kitchen downstairs. Each compartment is a small kitchen and a small chopping board. The order system allows students to make as many copies as they come. Therefore, the desk is not large, and there is not much spare space for two aunts. So Lin Dilei and Huang Mo are holding each other on the desk, while the rest of the male students are leaning against each other in the corner. They sleep when they can, and squint when they can't. Finally, at dawn, Song Fei felt that his fingers and toes were a little stiff. He stood up for half a day and then came back slowly. Zhao he and his family are not so good either. One of them is one. They all wear black circles under their eyes and look very haggard. Song Fei finally understood that the tiredness on the face of class 2 students was not only to escape, but also to suffer from poor rest. Huang Mo and Lin Dilei got up first and began to cook big sauce soup. The strong sauce flavor and the heat of the stove made this cold morning warm. As Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, he went to open the window, and the cold air came to his face, instantly refreshing. Outside is a white world of ice and snow, not really beautiful. Treetops, the ground, everywhere covered with snow, in the newborn sun shining crystal light, as if the bride's wedding yarn, pure, clear. "It's snowy enough," Zhao he said strangely. He didn't know when he came to the back of Song Fei. "It seems that it hasn't snowed so much in the whole winter of last year." Wu Zhou, who had just stolen a spoonful of soup and was ready to give it to his mouth, stopped and retorted: "why not. At the beginning of February, the playground couldn't be used all day. The training of your department stopped Zhao he twisted his good-looking eyebrows and recalled the hard time: "how can I have no impression at all..." Huang Mo grabs back the spoon in Wu Zhou's hand, strangles the thief in the cradle, and then analyzes: "it's estimated that it's melting too fast, so it always feels like it hasn't been done." Wu Zhou reluctantly looked at the soup almost in his mouth and sighed: "Alas, it's in our northeast. We don't take it with us all winter. It's white until spring." "Fortunately, it's not in the northeast. It's just a few degrees below zero, and we can't stand it. If it's dozens of degrees below zero ahchoo! I dare not think about it. " He Zhiwen rubbed his nose and looked down at Song Fei who was not far away. The latter had been looking down for a long time, and his neck was getting longer and longer. He wished he could go around the back of the building. He was scared. "Song Fei, pay attention, don't fall down!" He Zhiwen reminds Song Fei whether he hears it or not. Zhao he next to Song Fei hears it clearly, so he feels strange and pestles him with his arm: "what are you looking at?" Song Fei finally took back half of his body and said, "zombie." Last night, Song Fei told class 2 about their fighting experience and scientific research achievements. As for the experience of fighting, Song Fei boasted a little bit. People didn't know if he knew it. Anyway, he was very happy. However, he did not dare to adulterate his scientific research achievements. From the suspected zombie virus to the Zombie's own characteristics, he seriously popularized science. Some of the students in class 2 were totally approved and some were skeptical, but believe it or not, they at least accepted the term "zombie". You can't be a crazy classmate or a monster classmate. It sounds awkward. Zhao he was puzzled and looked down. The world was vast, and there was no ghost shadow: "there is no zombie?" "It's just strange that there are no zombies," he said, "no matter when, day or night, there are zombies wandering. There may be more people smelling or seeing people alive, and less when they can't smell or see them, but it's strange that none of them is there. " Zhao he is straight-line, so he can't understand Song Fei's hundred turns and thousand turns: "I'm afraid of the cold. Who will run out in a snowy day? It's freezing to death." Song Fei subconsciously wants to refute that the zombie is painless and unconscious, but still afraid of cold. Isn't that strange? But another thought, maybe they can't be called human any more, but they are still some kind of creatures. Since they can retain some behavior habits in their lifetime, it seems that it's not impossible for them to keep the most basic physiological feature of pursuing advantages and avoiding disadvantages. "It's time for dinner --" Lin Di Lei lined up the stone pot on the clean table, and while Huang Mo was filling the soup inside, called Song Fei and Zhao he, "quickly close the window, it's freezing to death. Come and have the soup first, and after that, you two will give us some advice. " In the twinkling of an eye, eight people gathered at the desk, and without a stool, they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei is still thinking about the zombie. He is afraid of the cold. He is a little slow. When he comes back to himself, the seven little friends have finished taking it, and there is only one left. Fortunately, they were all steaming and no matter who came first or who came later, he won his share with full expectation in the delicious sauce Originally, the steps to turn around stop. Song Fei holds the stone pot in front of his eyes again, making sure he hears the sound of broken dreams. There was a crash. It's crackling.Bang. Click. It seems that he is not the only one broken. "Sister," she said bitterly on behalf of Wu Zhou, "if you don't take the stone pot to cook, take the spoon to cook and then divide it. I can understand that after all, we don't have to pay attention to eating. But it seems that there must be bean curd, beef, mushrooms and clams in the soy sauce soup. Isn't it cruel to just get a handful of bean sprouts Huang Mo calmly drank the soup and enjoyed the sauce on the tip of his tongue. Then he put down the stone pot and showed his hand innocently: "the bean curd is rotten, and I can't go back to heaven." Wuzhou black line, bean curd rancid is the day we all saw, but: "there is not beef in the freezer, the whole bag of dried mushrooms also have a lot of ah." Huang Mo looked at him quietly, and said nothing. Wu Zhou said nothing at the back. Huang Mo's expression was very soft, but he always felt that the other person's lens would fly out at any time and cut his throat. In fact, Huang Mo's feeling is quite different from that of Lin Dilei. The latter is that even if she doesn't speak, standing there is full of a sense of existence. If she doesn't pretend to be gentle, her mouth will be full of pressure. But most of the time Huang Mo is humble, small, almost nothing can be called the aura of things, but the strange thing is that if she looks at you, you seem to be sucked into that pair of eyes, can't come out again. Then it will be taken or relaxed, or nervous, as if there is an invisible force holding you back. Finally, Huang Mo opened his mouth and explained peacefully, "we can eat whatever we want. If we have fun, we will die. But if you think this is a protracted war, food rationing should be scientifically planned to maximize efficiency with minimum consumption. What do you think? " Wu Zhou swallowed his saliva, quickly lowered his head and began to drink the soup assiduously. Zhao he, who has been listening in, is convinced: "women are considerate. No wonder my father always says that my mother can hold up half of the sky." Huang Mo was stunned and didn't know how to answer. Zhao he thought she was not satisfied, and immediately changed his words: "you can top three quarters!" Huang Murong said "thank you" for a long time, then bowed his head to drink soup, and never looked up again. Zhao he vaguely felt that he had lost touch with the girl again, but he didn't know how to chat with the girl. He shrugged and started his own bean sprout breakfast journey. It doesn't take much time just to drink soup. In less than ten minutes, everyone's pot is at the bottom. Although there is a lack of materials in the soup, but a stone pot of hot soup down, people are really warm up. There is still no zombie outside. Both Song Fei and Lin Dilei are eager to meet with their little friends. They can't worry so much. They say goodbye to class 2. Huang Mo looked under his eyes and worried: "although it's on the second floor, it's also very high. Are you going to jump down like this?" Fu Xiyuan also looked at the bottom of his eyes and wondered, "it's not too high. It's OK to jump directly." Huang Mo looks up at Fu Xiyuan. Fu Xiyuan looks down at Huang mo. The height difference makes each other a little embarrassed. This is a modern version of the story of a pony crossing the river. Uncle Niu thinks it's shallow, and little squirrel thinks it's deep. So in the story, the pony goes home and asks his mother. But now, song Xiaoma has a very clear self-awareness: "jump directly, the lightest is also sprained." Zhao he asked: "then you have no rope. How are you going to get down?" Song Fei smiles and looks around the audience. The students in class 2 of Wu Sheng felt a moment of uncertainty. Five minutes later, when everyone got together, Zhao he, who had the longest arm, raised his mobile phone and snapped eight united and friendly faces into a picture through his own beautiful front camera. With Zhao he returning his mobile phone to Song Fei, five male students in class 2 of Wu Sheng began to undress. Huang Mo retreated to one side and couldn't help but enjoy it. Anyway, he just took off his coat and had a look. A few minutes later, a cloth rope made of a sweater, T-shirt, autumn clothes, etc. dropped from the window on the second floor. At the end of the rope, a huge white radish was tied. With the rope holder Song Fei swinging back and forth, the white radish knocked on the glass window below, making a dull sound. Soon, the lower window was opened and Qi Yan looked up. Song Fei made an OK gesture to him, and Qi Yan nodded. The cloth rope was quickly retracted, untied and put down again. This time, there was no rope holder. The head end of the rope was firmly tied to the leg of the table. The remaining six partners guarded the leg of the table to prevent the cloth from loosening in the middle. The other four people squeezed onto the table and pressed it with their own weight to make sure that they could resist the pull of one person's weight. Everything goes on in silence. Just two minutes later, Song Fei landed safely, and then Lin Dilei landed. They quickly got into the window. Zhao he took back the rope and closed the window. As soon as Song Fei came in, he was frightened by the wide space. Although he knew in his heart that the kitchen downstairs must be much bigger than that upstairs, he still needed to adapt to the change of space. What's more, there are four freezers. There is only one upstairs, and the one downstairs is also big. Standing in the corner of the wall, it is glittering.Qi Yan was amused by his appearance. He couldn't help touching his head: "you're hungry. You can choose whatever you want." Song Fei is stunned, accident way: "can you cook?" "No way." Qi Yan didn't even think about it. It's very natural. Song Fei black line: "what do you want me to choose?" Qi Yan was stunned: "can't you do it?" Song Fei: "when did I tell you I would do it?" Qi Yan: "when I first met you, you said that you had to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. It was like the reincarnation of a snail girl. Who would find you? Just lie in bed and enjoy yourself all your life." Song Fei The friends scattered quietly, and couldn't bear to see Qi Yan's innocent face again. If we say that before that, class 1 of wusheng group still divided into two positions: supporting Qi and supporting Song Dynasty, then now we have no difference at all - supporting Qi and destroying Song Dynasty. Looking at Qi Yan's face confused and injured, and seeing his friends full of disgust, Song Fei also has a little sense of shame. But objectively speaking, this is not a serious crime, right? It's not a good thing to say when someone is teasing. "It's not a crime to brag when you're chasing someone." Lindley spoke softly. Song Fei held her hand with tears in his eyes: "right, right, you are the most experienced. This is human nature!" Lin Di Lei firmly took out her hand: "but after catching it, be frank." Song Fei: "no..." Zhou Tongyi: "even if you don't be honest, you'll kick others in the end." Song Fei: "not..." Luo Geng: "people do not mind the past and seek to compound." Josch: you kicked me a second time Song Fei: "he..." Li Jingyu: "when you don't get it, it's a cinnabar mole in your heart. When you get it, it's mosquito blood on the wall." Song Fei wants to cry and look for the only intimate brother: "light far -" Wang came forward in time and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "in fact, after these days of observation, I found that he is not as bad as you said." All the little friends: "you still speak ill of others behind their backs?" Song Fei I'm wrong. I'm going to the corner to reflect. "
