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Shuang Shu's fight for the zombie is sudden and neat. It's just a moment. It's only enough for male students to run up to the second floor, but it's far from being able to keep the bath water warm. So the comrades in arms still have enough time to review and analyze the tragedy that shouldn't have happened As well as this unspeakable scene.

Kuang ye: "TV cabinet..."

Lin Dilei: "I did it."

Fu Xiyuan: "jigsaw puzzle..."

Lin Dilei: "I did it, too."

Luo Geng: "deadly attack..."

Huang Mo: "this is me."

Zhao he: "where's the bone picking knife..."

Huang Mo: "keep it secret."

Song Fei: "no, no one of you is curious about this strange bed

Don't change the subject. How on earth did you two check the room

Qi Yan: "I think so. Should I find some pots and pans before the leaking water can soak the floor completely?"

All comrades in arms

Josch: shit! My dad has to kill me

The bed was changed after josch, but the floor belonged to the landlord, and the lease contract was signed by Joe's father and the landlord. In case of an accident, Joe's father must know for the first time, and even josch can figure out the process now -

what? Did my son soak your floor?

Yes.

My Fengshui aquarium is broken?

No, the water bed is leaking.

That's ok Shit! That son of a bitch bought a waterbed?!

This is a disastrous follow-up story.

So for the next more than an hour, the comrades in arms of wusheng class did nothing else, including Xiaolei and Huang Banxian. They all gathered in classmate Qiao's bedroom, holding all kinds of water containers, and wusheng class 12 worked in two shifts. The first shift is full, and the second shift is replaced. After the former comes back from the toilet, it will be handed over again and again.

Originally, there were no eight water leakage points in the water bed. Later, it was found that the water discharge speed was too slow. Qiao waved his arm, but it was also scrapped anyway. How can we improve the efficiency. The boys with backache and backache were happy and stabbed with a few more knives.

When the water is finished, it will be dark.

The exhausted friends went back downstairs and sat down in the living room, looking at the bloodstains on the wall and the ground, resting

"Jonhs," song feiruo looked thoughtfully at the red and white walls, "the whole country is in chaos. If you can survive, you'll have a narrow escape. Are you sure the landlord will care about the floor being soaked?"

"Sure," josch hesitated, "maybe he won't care at first, but when everything goes back to the right track, it will be settled in the future."

Song Fei narrowed his eyes: "if so..."

"Well?" As soon as josch breathed hard, he always felt that something unknown would happen again.

"We also have to rub the floor against the wall."

“……” It's really unknown!

The living room is full of wails, but the thought that even if the landlord doesn't investigate, the harbor of this home is also hard to fight down, and the visual inspection will live for a long time. The bloodstained and messy room is really frustrating.

Well, after all the zombies are beaten, it's time for a big cleaning.

He cleaned up the room, took a bath and changed his clothes. If he didn't have any clothes to change, he went to josch's closet to search for the other half of the room where the zombies had never hidden. All the dust settled down. It was nearly ten o'clock in the night.

Finally, it began to rain, and the rapid raindrops hit the windows, not like the end of winter, but like the beginning of summer.

The male students of the martial arts class were waiting to feed in the sofa in the living room. If they didn't get a place, they moved the tea table away and sat down on the carpet.

Song Fei plays light music on his mobile phone. He is cheerful and gentle. He closes his eyes and listens as if he had returned to his carefree childhood.

It turns out that the local music pool of the class cadres is not all insane - several comrades in arms, who are already sleepy, think aimlessly in their gradually lazy consciousness.

In the back of the open kitchen are Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, who are already busy, and the smell of food is floating all over the corner with the notes.

It's a pleasant night.

No need to sneak on the moon, no plan for the future, no need to be wary of zombies, just like countless nights lying on the dormitory bed, sleeping heartlessly and snoring like a comfortable pig.

"It's dinner --"

with a call, the sleeping people who are awake but empty are called back to their souls.

Lin Dilei and Huang Mo, who instinctively follow the reputation and enjoy delicious food under the warm light, are just as beautiful as this hard won peaceful night.

"For this extravagant meal, you have to save some food in the back."

Sixteen small partners or sit or stand, around the table in a high and low circle, risking sharp dishes, more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks down, in an instant.

Wolfing down, the comrades in arms heard the warning of small mines.

When he Zhiwen swallowed a mouthful of food, he could finally make a sound: "is it luxury for 16 people to eat four dishes and one soup?""It's four dishes and one pot of soup." Lin Di Lei didn't want to knock him on the head, but when she reached him, she changed to knead her face. Although he has lost some weight these days, his round face still feels invincible.

"Speak well when you speak. Why do you want to start..."

He Zhiwen, who feels that he has been taken advantage of and is not sure whether he has suffered a loss or not, mumbles to himself that after this sentence, he doesn't dare to make a mistake again and forces him to eat.

"How long can we save food in the refrigerator?" Wang Qingyuan finally raised a serious question.

Lin Dilei looks at Huang mo.

The latter thought: "plus our leftover dried meat, two cases of instant noodles and that whole bag of unopened expired flour, half a month."

Mavison: "only half a month?"

Josch: what do you think? We have sixteen mouths

Song Fei: "well, no one cares where another bag of expired flour comes out..."

Josch: I bought it

Why buy expired flour

Josch: "well Of course, it didn't expire when I bought it! "

At the end of the meal, the comrades in arms had a good idea of their future.

Thanks to Qiao's bag, which was originally intended to be used to learn how to steam steamed bread, so that he could go home in the summer vacation to show his favorite pasta dad. But finally, the winter vacation was coming, and the flour was not opened. Although it expired soon, it was as white as frost after opening the bag, and there was no sign of moisture or mildew. It was a real staple food, otherwise it would not be enough just because of the fish, meat and eggs in the refrigerator It is very difficult to support the 16 motherland flowers for a long time.

But half a month is not long.

"I'll see it later," Qi Yan said as he helped to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. "I can't do it. I have to go to the airdrop point to find supplies."

Zhao he frowned: "the question is where is the airdrop point?"

Fu Xiyuan reminded him: "during the day outside the community is not to see it, on that direction, not far."

"It's not a problem to locate the exact location of the airdrop," he Zhiwen firmly remembers the scene of the noon airdrop. "As far as the altitude and direction of the plane are concerned, we can see it standing in front of the kitchen window, and the fatal thing is how to get there."

Kuang ye: "we've all broken out of the university town. The airdrop point is just in front of us. It's a small idea!"

Mavison: "who gives you confidence..."

Kuang ye: "you."

Mavison: "ah?"

Kuang Yeh: "when I look at you, I feel that you are very positive, energetic, fearless and upright."

Marveson: "well Monitor, you don't care about campus bully! "

Seeing that the collective cohesion was about to fall apart with enough food and drink, the cadres of the song class rushed everyone to find Duke Zhou.

There are five bedrooms and two living rooms in josch's family. Besides his own bedroom, there are all kinds of bedding in other rooms. Originally, it was not so complete. Later, the whole class came to "hold a class meeting". As soon as it was held, it would be a day and a night, and gradually it would be completed.

But now, the master bedroom has become the most miserable place. The water mattress is completely scrapped, leaving a hard bedstead, which can only be used as a floor berth.

Finally, there are two girls in one room, three swordsmen in one room, Qiao Siqi, Zhou Tongyi, Luo Geng and Kuang ye in one room, Song Fei, Qi Yan and Ma Weisen in one room, he Zhiwen, Feng Qibai, Wang Qingyuan and Li Jingyu in one room.

Who sleeps with whom has no compulsive rule. It's pleasant to look at. It's free to combine. It can squeeze three, squeeze three, squeeze four, squeeze four. Of course, there are also some people like Song Fei and Qi Yan who are not willing to put them in the middle, and Ma Weisen who would rather be a kilowatt light bulb than feel safe.

Rain gradually smaller, less urgent, more quiet gentle.

Song Fei closed his eyes, but he heard it clearly.

He can't sleep.

On an exhausted day, he was supposed to fall asleep, but he was so awake that he didn't even feel sleepy. Even he didn't feel tired. His body suddenly became as light as his soul, and he was gradually floating from the bed.

"Can't sleep?"

The hand around his waist suddenly gave him a light hug.

Song Fei was in a trance for a moment, and his body seemed to fall back to the surface of the bed.

"Well." Gently answered a voice, Song Fei to Qi Yan bosom again rely on.

Wilson, who was not aware that he was a few centimeters away from the class cadres, was sleeping soundly, snoring repeatedly, and the rhythm was sonorous.

Qi Yan bit his ear and blew hot air into it: "go to the living room."

Get up in fear, close the door carefully, and creep down the stairs.

Song Fei doesn't know what Qi Yan is going to do with himself. Well, he really doesn't know Wait, why are floor lamps on in the living room and there are 1234567 comrades in arms sitting in the shadow of the sofa like huluwa!!!

"Neither of you can sleep?" Li Jingyu blinked his eyes and asked innocently.

Qi Yan and Song Fei look at each other

"Yes."

Black head gathered in the living room, sleeping only two female students, Three Musketeers, Ma Weisen and Qiao Siqi.It's a blessing to be able to fall asleep, so nine comrades in arms are very envious I criticized these seven people one by one behind my back!

Who makes them out of group!

But criticism belongs to criticism. After all, no one really bothers these little friends' dreams.

Zhou pushed Luo Geng to the side and forced Qi Yan and Song Fei to spare one mu and three parts of the land.

Two people sit in, the sofa is obviously overloaded, but this kind of crowding, but gradually diluted the culprit of the small partners insomnia - unreal.

Yes, after a long and hard battle, the peace in front of us is like a dream.

Friends can't sleep, maybe deeper, is afraid to sleep, afraid to wake up, dream scattered.

"Say something," said Song Fei, breaking the silence. "It's silly to just sit like this."

Feng Qibai seldom smiles: "what do you say?"

Song Fei put out his hand: "just chat."

Zhou Tongyi: "then I want to interview how you two see each other."

Song Fei: "personal privacy, nothing to offer..."

Qi Yan: "he teased me first."

Song Fei: "you..."

Wang Qingyuan: "didn't you say that Qi Yan chased you?"

Song Fei: "I..."

Luo Geng: "scheming boy."

Song Fei: "Damn, I can't talk this day!"

The night talk went on in disorder, and it lasted until dawn.

The rain didn't know when to stop. When the first ray of sunlight came out of the clouds, nine comrades in arms were comparing their parents' looks with their mobile phones, except those whose mobile phones had been sacrificed.

Finally, the competition failed, because everyone felt that their parents' facial features were the most impeccable.

But one thing, the comrades in arms still reached an agreement -

"He Zhi asked, how do you perfectly avoid all the advantages on your uncle and aunt's face?"

I don't know why the other seven comrades in arms who are full of sleep will sleep until noon.

Nine comrades in arms, who sneak back to their rooms before dawn, finally fall asleep. Several of them even go home in their dreams.

Eighteen days later, noon.

Luo Geng: "do you think they are..."

Josch: sure

Zhou Tongyi: "did you see that?"

Fu Xiyuan: "it's also necessary to see that the big light bulb of maweisen automatically changed to another house. Can they let go of the day at the right time and place?"

Kuang ye: "Tut, dry firewood and fire."

Lin Dilei: "there are also girls. Pay attention to..."

Luo Geng: "sorry, sorry."

Lin Dilei: "the words are so obscure. How can we understand them?"

Luo Geng

Feng Qibai: "in fact, it's a good match after a long time."

Ma Weisen: "it's more than a match. Look at the back of you and me. I'm definitely an old husband and wife."

Huang Mo: "love makes people industrious."

Li Jingyu: "yes, they contracted the kitchen for three consecutive days."

He Zhi asked: "but I really don't want to drink pimple soup anymore, ouch..."

Huang Mo: "today is egg cake."

He Zhi asked: "ouch?"

Li Jingyu: "can't you properly cover up the surprise of eating goods?"

Wu Zhou: "Zhao he."

Zhao he: "eh?"

Wu Zhou: "can you put down the art knife? It can't be used to shave your hair. It will kill you..."

In the open kitchen, the cadres of the two classes, with their backs to their 14 comrades in arms, wanted to ignore the chatter behind them, but failed.

Song Fei sighed and beat the last egg into the batter. He was very sorry: "sure enough, we should have stopped Ma Weisen yesterday..."

Qi Yan stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder, very hard to resist not to let the corners of the mouth too much, and strive to make the voice sound very honest: "considering the objective conditions and your physical condition, I only display 30% of my talent."

Song Fei threw an egg shell on BF's face: "go away."

Qi Yan was as happy as a cabbage flower.

Not far away in the sky, three planes appeared on time, spread out in a flash, and one hovered in place.

These days, every day.

Song Fei took back his eyes and looked at the batter for a long time: "from tomorrow on, we have to go there."

Qi Yan didn't make a sound, just grasped his hand.

This is the last grain. After today, they are going to start their journey again.

Song Fei did not dare to say that he was not afraid, what he would meet on the way to the airdrop, and whether he would compete with other people at the airdrop site, which were unpredictable. No matter what his family members are waiting for, he knows that he is still waiting for his return.

"Don't think about it," Qi Yan said, embracing his shoulder. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now there are more than ten mouths waiting for us to eat our omelets."Song Fei was not angry to make a sound and relaxed the tight string, but he still asked: "is the position of the airdrop point OK?"

"No problem." Qi Yan said, "as you can see, every day is this time, this location, which we have repeatedly confirmed, is the side of the affiliated primary school."

Song Fei nodded with emotion: "so, how important the school district room is..."

Qi Yan said with a smile: "let's buy it later."

Song Fei was stunned for a long time before he digested this sentence. He was about to feel the sweetness of "BF will build a love nest with him in the future". Suddenly, he felt strange I have graduated from the University. What school district room do I need? "

Qi yanle makes a sound. The more he looks at Song Fei, the more happy he is. His eyes are full of colorful bubbles

"Qi Yan." Song Fei suddenly stopped joking and called his name seriously.

Qi Yan feels that it's wrong. Just as he wants to ask what's wrong, Song Fei suddenly turns to his comrades in arms in the living room and shouts, "come here quickly -"

in the kitchen, sixteen little friends are crowded together, no one is talking, just looking out the window quietly.

Josch cried first, and then everyone cried.

It was the first time that Song Fei saw Qi Yan cry.

Under the blue sky, there are umbrella flowers, but the central part of the flower is no longer rescue materials, but soldiers with guns tied to their chests.

On the 49th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, the light rain turned clear and spring began.

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