Chapter 39: Reunion in the Kitchen

A sleepless night.

It is not that Song Fei does not want to sleep, but it is too cold in the back kitchen where the heating is cut off. There's no insulation on the floor, and people don't bunk on the floor anymore. The desk cleared out is a good place to stay, you can isolate the cold air on the ground, but the characteristic window is different from the downstairs long back kitchen, each stall is a small kitchen small cutting board, ordering system, how many students do, so the desk is not large, lying two girls have not left much surplus space. So Lin Di Lei and Huang Mo hugged each other on the stage, and the remaining male students leaned against each other in the corner, sleeping when they could, and squinting when they couldn't.

Finally until dawn, Song Fei felt a little stiff fingers and toes, stood up and moved for half a day, only to slow back.

Zhao He and they are not much better, there is a count one, all under the black eye, look extremely haggard. Song Fei finally understood that the exhaustion of the face of the original 2 class classmates was not only fleeing for their lives, but also suffering from bad rest.

Huang Mo and Lin Di Lei got up early and started to cook miso soup. The rich flavor of miso and the heat of the stove made this cold morning have a hint of warmth.

Song Fei moved his neck and shoulders, and walked over to open the window, and the cold air came, instantly refreshing his mind.

Outside was a world of white snow and ice, too beautiful to be true. The treetops, the ground, are covered with snow everywhere, glittering and translucent under the nascent rising sun, as if the bride's wedding veil, pure and clear.

"This snow is heavy enough," Zhao He said with some surprise when he came behind Song Fei. "It seems that it never snowed so much last winter."

The Wu Zhou Wen Yan, who had just stolen a spoonful of soup to send to his mouth to taste, stopped his action and retorted: "How not?" The next time, in early February, the playground was unavailable for the whole day, and your department's training was stopped."

Zhao He screwed up his beautiful eyebrows and recalled the hard time: "How can I have no impression at all..."

Huang Mo snatched back the spoon in Wu Zhou's hand, strangled the petty thief in the cradle, and then analyzed: "It is estimated that the melt is too fast, so the total feeling has not been like."

Wu Zhou reluctantly looked at the soup almost in his mouth and sighed: "Alas, this is in our northeast, a winter without melting, directly white to spring."

"Fortunately it is not in the northeast, it is only a few degrees below zero and we can't stand the cold, if it is tens of degrees below zero... Achoo! Can't even think about it." What asked while rubbing his nose, while looking at not far away Song Fei looked down, the latter has been looking for a long time, the neck stretched longer and longer, hate can not go around the back of the building, see him scared, "Song Fei you pay attention, don't fall down!"

What ask remind Song Fei did not hear do not know, Song Fei next to Zhao He heard clearly, then also feel strange, take the arm pestle him: "What do you see?"

Song Fei finally took half of his body back and replied: "Zombie."

Last night, Song Fei told the students of Class 2 about their combat experience and scientific research results. Battle experience, Song Fei small blow a little cow, people did not hear he did not know, anyway, he was cool. However, he did not dare to adulterate the scientific research results at all, from suspecting that it was the zombie virus to the characteristics of the zombie itself, all seriously did popular science. Some of the students in Class 2 fully approved, and some doubted, but whether they believed it or not, they at least accepted the term "zombie". Can't have a crazy classmate monster classmate, it sounds awkward.

Zhao He scanned his eyes down, the world was a vast, where there was half a ghost shadow: "This is not a zombie ah?"

"It is strange that there is no," Song Fei puzzled, "no matter when, no matter day or night, there will be zombies wandering." Maybe more when you smell people or see living people, less when you don't see them, but none, it's too strange."

Zhao He is a straight line, so he can't understand Song Fei's twists and turns: "Afraid of the cold, who will run outside on a snowy day, freezing to death."

Song Fei subconscious want to refute, zombie has no pain, but still afraid of cold, this is not very strange? But on second thought, perhaps they can no longer be called people, but they are still some kind of creatures, since they can remain some of the habits of life, then the most basic physiological characteristics of seeking benefits and avoiding harm are also retained, it seems nothing impossible.

"Dinner -" Lin Di Lei will be the stone pot in the clean table line up, while Huang Mo to the inside soup, greet Song Fei and Zhao He, "quickly close the window, frozen to death." Come and have some soup first, and then you two can give advice."

In an instant, the eight people gathered at the counter side, and there was no stool, so they each took a stone pot to find a comfortable place to drink. Song Fei is still thinking about zombies afraid of cold things, the action is a little slow, and so back to God, seven small partners have finished early, leaving one. Fortunately, they are steaming hot, and they do not come first, and he will pick up his own share in the tangy sauce aroma with full expectation...

Originally to turn around the pace of stop, Song Fei put the stone pot and held it in front of him, to make sure that he heard the sound of broken dreams.

There was a clatter.

Crackling.

Bang.

Click.

- As if he wasn't the only one broken.

"Sister," broken on behalf of Wuzhou students sad to speak, "you do not take the stone pot to cook with a spoon to cook and then points, I can understand, after all, we do not have to pay attention to eating." But miso soup seems to have tofu, beef, mushrooms, clams, you just get a handful of bean sprouts is not too cruel!"

Huang Mo calmly drank the soup, and after enjoying the sauce on the tip of the tongue, he put down the stone pot and spread his hands innocently: "Tofu is sour, and I can't return to the day."

Wuzhou black line, sour tofu is to the day everyone saw, but: "There is not beef in the freezer, the whole bag of dried mushrooms also have a lot of ah."

Huang Mo quietly looked at him, just watched, said nothing.

Wu Zhou said there was no sound behind, clearly Huang Mo's expression was very soft, but he always felt that the other side's lens would fly out at any time to cut off his throat.

In fact, Huang Mo gives people the feeling and Lin Di Lei is completely different, the latter is even if not speaking, standing there, but also full of existence, if not installed gentle, an opening is more oppressive. But Huang Mo is mostly unremarkable, small, and has almost no aura, but the strange thing is that if she looks at you, you seem to be sucked into those eyes, and you can't come out. Then you will be carried or relaxed, or tense, 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, but we will die if we get too addicted." But if you think this is a long war, food rationing needs to be scientifically planned to maximize efficiency with minimal loss. What do you think?"

Wu Zhou swallowed, quickly lowered his head and began to drink soup assiduously.

The Zhao He who has been listening is convinced: "The woman is careful, no wonder my father always said that my mother can hold half the sky."

Huang Mo was stunned and did not know how to pick up.

Zhao He thought she was not satisfied, and immediately changed his statement: "You can handle three quarters!"

Huang Mo lost, for a long time to say a "thank you", and then down to drink soup, no longer look up.

Zhao He vaguely felt that he was talking again, but he would not talk to the girl or once or twice, shrugged his shoulders, and started his breakfast trip with bean sprouts.

It didn't take much time to eat the soup, and in ten minutes everyone was out of POTS. Although the soup material is scarce, but a stone pot of hot soup down, people really warm up.

Outside still quietly can not see the zombie trace, Song Fei and Lin Di Lei are eager to meet with small partners, also worry about so much, directly with 2 class students goodbye.

Huang Mo looked at the current face and was worried: "Although it is the second floor here, it is also very high, so you just jump down directly?"

Fu Xiyuan also looked at the face at the moment, wondering: "Not too high ah, jump directly no problem."

Huang Mo looked up at Fu Xiyuan.

Fu Xiyuan looked down at Huang Mo.

The height difference made it a little awkward for both of us.

This is a modern version of the story of the pony across the river, Uncle cow feel shallow, small squirrel feel deep, so the story of the pony went home to ask his mother. But for now, Song Ma has a very clear self-awareness: "Jumping directly is the lightest is a sprain."

Zhao He asked: "Then you have no rope, how to go down?"

Song Fei hey hey smile, eyes around the audience.

The students of Class 2 of Wu Sheng all felt a moment of uncertainty.

Five minutes later, everyone gathered together, Zhao He, who had the longest arm, raised his mobile phone, clicked, and frozen eight united and friendly faces into a photo through the front camera with its own beauty.

As Zhao He returned the mobile phone to Song Fei, five male students in Class 2 of Wusheng began to undress.

Huang Mo stepped aside, laughing can not help but greatly enjoy, anyway, just take off his shirt, see no harm.

After a few minutes, a cloth rope made of hoodies, T-shirts, autumn clothes, etc., hangs down from the second-floor window, and a giant white radish is tied to the end of the rope. With the swinging back and forth of the rope holder Song Fei, the white radish is knocked on the glass window below, and the sound is not light or heavy.

Soon, the window below was opened, and Qi Yan put his head out and looked up.

Song Fei made an OK gesture to him, Qi Yan understood and nodded.

The fabric rope was quickly recovered, untied the radish and put back down again, this time there was no rope holder, the first end of the rope was firmly tied to the table leg pushed over, leaving six partners two people to guard the table leg to prevent the tied fabric from loosening halfway, and the other four people squeezed onto the table with their own weight to ensure that they could withstand the weight of a person pulling.

Everything goes on in silence.

Before and after two minutes, Song Fei safe landing, followed by Lin Di Lei landing, two people quickly into the window, Zhao He they take back the rope, close the window.

Song Fei was frightened by the wide space as soon as he came in, although he knew in his heart that the downstairs kitchen must be much larger than the upstairs, but a space conversion, or need to adapt. More important is the freezer ah, a full four, upstairs only one, and downstairs is also large, proudly standing in the corner, simply shining.

Qi Yan was amused by his appearance, could not resist, touched his head: "Hungry, want to eat anything, just pick."

Song Fei froze and said unexpectedly: "You can cook?"

"No," he said. Qi Yan did not think, very natural.

Song Fei black line: "Then you let me pick what!"

Qi Yan froze: "You can't do it?"

Song Fei: "When did I tell you I would do it?"

Qi Yan: "When we just met, you said that you had to go to the hall and down to the kitchen is simply the reincarnation of a snail girl who found you in this life light lying on the bed to enjoy."

Song Fei: "..."

The small partners quietly scattered away, can not bear to see Qi Yan classmate that face of innocent innocence.

If before this Wusheng class 1 for the death of homosexuality is also divided into two positions, then now we have no differences - support Qi Song.

Look at Qi Yan a face ignorant injury, and then look at the friends full of eyes, Song Fei also slightly have a hint of shame. But objectively speaking, it's not such a bad thing, is it? I mean, it's not a good thing to flirt with.

"There's nothing wrong with bragging when you're courting someone." Lin Di Lei opened her mouth gently.

Song Fei took her hand in a swish, hate can not tears: "Right, right, you have the most experience, this is human nature!"

Lin Di Lei firmly pulled out the hand: "But after chasing hands to be honest."

Song Fei: "No..."

Zhou uniformly: "Not honest even if, finally also kicked the other."

Song Fei: "No..."

Luo Geng: "People ignore the past and seek to get back together."

Josiki: "You kicked me a second time."

Song Fei: "He..."

Li Jingyu: "Did not get when the heart is cinnabar nevus, got is the wall mosquito blood ah."

Song Fei wants to look for the only bosom brother without tears: "Light far -"

Wang stepped forward in time and patted him consolingly on the shoulder: "In fact, after these days of observation, I found that he is not as bad as you said."

All the friends: "You still talk about people behind their backs?" "

Song Fei: "... I was wrong and I will go to the corner to reflect."