Chapter 10

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Today is the Spring Festival, the first spring festival that Zhang Xiaoqiang spent in his last life, the Spring Festival of a person.

I remember that when I was a child, my family prepared the new year's goods early. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot bath and put on new clothes. He watched his parents prepare materials for the new year's Eve dinner.

The rooster put dry blood on the ground, powerless to "flutter", scattered feathers in the air slowly floating. Mother is holding a hot water bucket to scald the cock. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister are watching with melon seeds. Mother is holding two chicken feet upside down. The head of the chicken is hanging down gently. The blood drops drop down the beak and mouth, drawing a red line. From the head of the chicken to the claws, the dead cock is turning clockwise in the bucket. The dead cock is bursting out with the last strength and flapping in the bucket, Boiling water is thrown out of the bucket and spilled around. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister scream to escape. Attracted the mother's scolding, loudly reminded not to dirty the new clothes.

In ordinary days, a serious father is rare, no longer straight face. Holding the spring rolls wrapped yesterday, he stood by the oil pan and watched the heat. He hummed out of tune and let Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister shout and make trouble. Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry to go home, hoping to return home earlier to celebrate the new year with their families.

In the evening, his father took out a big red whip and hung it under the eaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed his father around like a little tail. His sister hid behind the door and covered her ears and looked out.

The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, and four families sat around the table, full of rich dishes, and father poured a glass of Baijiu slowly. Mother with a bowl, tomorrow to get up early to the countryside to see grandma. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister eat food with their heads buried, but their eyes are aiming at the dishes on the table.

After the new year's Eve dinner, his mother kept the table. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister sat by the white charcoal brazier, eating melon seeds and peanuts, watching the "Spring Festival party". His father sat in the middle with a teacup, sipping a mouthful of strong tea from time to time. When Chen Peisi's bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister laughed loudly, and their parents' faces were also full of laughter.

Think of the past, and think of the present situation, a desolation in the heart.

The last Spring Festival makes Zhang Xiaoqiang feel very lonely. Looking at the Shanzhai mobile phone beside his pillow, he hopes that someone can send him a greeting message for the Spring Festival, even a 1008 Telecom ad! Mobile phone is still silent, despair in the bottom of my heart evolution, more and more lonely mood makes him crazy, he picked up the mobile phone and fell on the floor brick.

"PATA......" the mobile phone was broken into three pieces on the ground. The body, battery and back shell were staggered, bouncing up, falling and rolling to one side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his arms, staring at the incomplete mobile phone on the ground in a daze!!!

I don't know how long it took to calm down. I picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it. Looking at the cockroaches crawling happily inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood began to get better again.

At least I'm still alive. At least I can stand here and play with cockroaches leisurely. I'm at least luckier than 90 out of 100 people in the world, and I can breathe not so fresh air.

"Ha ha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zhang Xiaoqiang laughs at himself. He thinks that he is an old man who is heartless all the time. How can he become sentimental in the end?

Today is the Spring Festival, the most important festival for Chinese people. Why can't we celebrate the Spring Festival alone?

When he thought of doing it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already noon, and he began to get busy. He burned a pot of water on the induction cooker with barreled water, and took a luxurious bath. It was also the first bath after the end of the day. He changed into clean clothes, poured out the dark gray and muddy bath water, and came to the kitchen.

A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of braised meat, a bowl of steamed eggs, a large bowl of Chinese cabbage soup.

The dinner on New Year's Eve is simple and the last day is luxurious. On the table, three bowls and chopsticks are placed on the table. They are parents and sisters. Beside the chopsticks of their father, there is a glass filled with baijiu. Zhang Xiaoqiang poured himself a cup of "the Great Wall Cabernet red" and drank it slowly.

Baijiu Baijiu Baijiu dry wine, what he wants to drink, pick up the "rice flower fragrance" liquor bottle poured into the mouth, half bottle of liquor, drunk, blurred, he seems to go back to the past, family members gathered around, the mother said small household affairs, the father ignored anything, just slowly with the glass, and occasionally sandwiched a chopsticks on the liquor, My sister is asking for a new pair of shoes.

With a severe headache, Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up, lifted the quilt and went to bed. The cold air made him feel a chill. He picked up the water bottle and drank it all at once, which relieved his dry mouth all night.

The leftovers of yesterday were heated in the induction cooker and eaten as breakfast. Last night, I drank too much wine, which made my mouth full of bitterness. I didn't know what it was like to eat breakfast in my mouth?As usual, when the morning task was finished, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a rest and stood on the windowsill with the MP9 military sniper crossbow to practice aiming at the zombie downstairs. He squandered half of his 80 steel balls in the name of practice. He was not willing to use six crossbows. It was hard to get them back when he shot them out. Dozens of shooting practice made his accuracy greatly improved, At least we're not going to talk about it anymore.

Through the crosshairs on the sight of the MP9 sniper crossbow, we aim at an agile evolutionary zombie. The zombie is wandering, and his MP9 moves slowly with the Zombie's movement. The zombie in the sight is in a commotion and pours in one direction.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the sniper crossbow, picked up the 10x telescope and stared at it. In his sight, the zombie pounced on another agile zombie, and the ordinary zombies around also began to stir around them.

"The zombies are fighting with each other?" Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little silly holding a telescope! The telescope watched the zombie being attacked.

This is an agile variant zombie. It looks stronger and more flexible than ordinary agile zombies. It's about 1.4 meters shorter than ordinary zombies. It's hunched and moving fast. Other zombies can't jump at it. They hold something in their hands and feed it to their mouth.

At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see what it was catching. When it faced him, he saw that a mouse tail was exposed in his hand.

The rats were not big, so the time of the disturbance was not long. After the rats were eaten, the zombies were calm.

Looking at the slightly strong agile zombie downstairs returning to the opposite side of the street, there is a row of old-fashioned tile roofed houses, and a gutter in the corner. The mouse should have run out of the gutter.

"Is virus D only effective for humans?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, see the agile zombie in the ditch that quietly stay, contact the day before yesterday to kill the strength type variation zombie.

"D virus + flesh and blood + rain = zombie evolution???" Zhang Xiaoqiang understood the reason why zombies evolved