Chapter 42: Solidarity

Ice and snow smart small mines to dinner time, has been able to better grasp the heat, although still a little busy, but finally presented two dishes and soup, almost let the male students of Class 1 Wushen tears. I do not know if it is encouraged, under the high-level play of small mines, the technology of rice week has also advanced by leaps and bounds, not only no longer raw, but even soft and glutinous Q bullets, granular fragrant.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin.

Salty and rich braised eggplant sticks.

Bright white cucumber and shrimp rice soup.

With a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed bread - in the love of pasta classmate Luo's crazy fried, rice Zhou had to turn out a frozen steamed bread from the freezer and put it into the rice steaming machine to heat - what can you ask for!

Eight people sit in a small circle around the food, not moving chopsticks, has been in the overflowing vegetables in the fragrance. This fragrance not only comes from the finished product in front of you, but more is on the way to cook, under the fire of the stir-fry, and now it is still not scattered, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds.

"If you're not going to make a speech or something, I'm going to eat?" Swallow do not know how much saliva Qiaosiqi has been unbearable, several times in the hands of chopsticks have to fly out to find food.

Luo Geng Chi bite a big mouth of steamed bread, stretch chopsticks to take away three eggplant, did not wait for friends to blink, another chopsticks to take away a large tenderloin, hand speed is simply beyond the human category.

Joski black line, he didn't have to ask!

With the great power of the example, the people are not welcome again, for a time sixteen chopsticks you come to me to fly up and down and have fun, eat the wind.

Boom.

Halfway through the meal, everyone's speed has basically slowed down, and they can't stand it, so gradually calm down in the back kitchen, this muffled sound is particularly clear.

All the friends with their bowls froze.

Knock, knock.

Two more!

Song Fei suddenly got up, ran a few steps to the most western window, quietly opened the gaps in the shutter and peered out.

He was ready to face the horror, but there were no zombies outside the window, only a vaguely familiar radish, tied to the end of a string of plastic bags, swaying with the rope and kissing their window.

At the beginning of the night, the blinds revealed the lights, and the white radish in the dark was covered with a layer of strange halo.

Song Fei's nervous tension relaxed, some silently drilled into the shutter, opened the window sash slightly, quickly put her head out, pressed the voice above and asked: "What is --" after asking, and did not wait for an answer, quickly withdrew to close the window and lock the door.

The above seemed to be stunned for a moment, only a small voice: "Look at the radish!"

Across the window, the sound that is not big is more ethereal, but Song Fei has been standing ears close to the window seam, but also all capture. Immediately looked at the white fat radish again, and only then found that the plastic bag rope that tied the radish around the waist was stuffed with this piece of paper between the strapped radish.

Song Fei twice open the window, stretch out the arm to catch the radish agile take off the note, to be re-locked after the window, to exit the shutter, by the light to open a small note, I saw the above is densely packed with words, first two lines of large words, I do not know why was crossed off, the following is clear beautiful small words --

[ Light on the beginning, smell fragrance, fragrance overflowing, the heart is eager. Would like to purple bag, in exchange for less taste, you have added flowers, I think of home. If you answer, tap laurel, send charcoal in the snow, no teeth unforgettable. ]

Song Fei mused for a moment, and held up the note, trying to identify the black strip-shaped characters that have been drawn into the father, and finally recognized one by one under the irradiation of the light. Of course, this is also related to the font school of the writer itself, the dragon Feifeng uninhibited extremely, and then the murderous smear can not suppress its arbitrary evil -

"What are you doing? The smell is coming up the flue. It's too fucking sweet."

"What are you looking at?"

The small partners looked at Song Fei standing in the window opened and closed, and now looked at a strange paper, naturally asked questions.

"I think I can smell our food upstairs and want to share it." The note of class 2 students is not difficult to read, but some details Song Fei has not figured out, so the head is not back to casually perfunctory friends, continue to look at the note.

Seven people exchanged a look, the mood is a little subtle.

It stands to reason that the students discussed, and there is nothing wrong with sharing some. But after all, today is different from the past, it is OK to ask for a little today, it is OK to ask for a little tomorrow, it is OK to ask for a month or two months. And since you want something, you have to say something polite, a smell, please divide us, is not too do not put yourself as an outsider?

After many twists and turns, Qi Yan found Song Fei still standing there, some wonder: "Just two words, don't look so long."

"Who says it's only two sentences?"

"..."

Song Fei frowns over and gives the note to Qi Yan: "serious several sentences, Wencrepe."

Qi Yan took the note, quickly browse, see other students are also curious, simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "You come to translate it."

As the most authoritative writer of Wusheng Class 1, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations of the students, intonation repeatedly to the note, opening, low and soothing, sound and emotion

"In the evening of the first light, a fragrance woke up our confusion. The rich aroma of food ah, the wind comes, let our hearts ripple, infinite yearning. Willing to use our seaweed bag of rice ah, in exchange for a little of your cold soup, let the exotic flavor for your dinner icing it, we can also in the kind of home-cooked dishes, homesick hometown. If you agree, please tap on the small window with radish, so the kindness of giving charcoal in the snow, we will not forget!"

Li Jingyu's last sound dissipated in the empty kitchen, seven pairs of eyes slowly looked at Song Fei.

The latter showed his hand: "I said it earlier, just want to ask us to order food."

Comrades Black line: "This and what you said is two letters!"

The students of Class 2 are not asking for nothing, they are planning to exchange food for food, and fundamentally they do not want to take advantage, let alone write a simple letter. At the thought that these six students will continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, the hearts of the comrades in Class 1 suddenly gushout infinite sympathy.

Barter application, unanimously passed, here Song Fei pull radish knocking window, there Lin Di Lei divided vegetables and soup. Soon, laver bag rice hanging down, home dishes hanging up, fair and reasonable, two phases of joy.

Close the window, Song Fei carrying seaweed bag rice to go back, only to step on the snow left by the snowball fight, the whole person's center of gravity is unstable, forward to the ground!

Bang!Song Fei felt the chest muscles were about to be knocked apart by the ground.

I threw the seaweed rice two meters away from my hands, but fortunately the bag was tightly tied and did not cause serious consequences.

Josiki got up quickly and came over... Pick up the seaweed bun rice.

Qi Yan crossed Johns, went to Song Fei and squatted down to help him: "It's okay."

Song Fei bared in pain, just want to howl two sentences Bo sympathy, eyes suddenly flash. Raking open Qi Yan hand, Song Fei lying on the ground to rub next to the shelf, face to the ground to the shelf under the gap to see.

Qi Yan doubts, just want to ask aloud, see Song Fei rushed to get up and run to the week, asked: "Your gun?"

Zhou is drinking soup, almost did not spray out, half a day to understand the response is to ask him sushi gun. He quickly brought the spear to this ancestor and presented it to him.

Song Fei also no nonsense, took the gun and ran to the shelf again to lie down here, stretched the thin metal rod into the gap, and forcefully swept!

A black remote is pulled out.

Qi Yan picked up the remote control, thought for a moment, his eyes flashed a surprise light: "Outside TV?"

Song Fei nodded vigorously: "Definitely!"

The first floor hall of the school cafeteria has two televisions, respectively set up in the east and west two and a half areas, every meal time, will magically turn on, usually not the central news station is the central one. The TV is hanging on the height of the load-bearing column, unless you step on the table, otherwise ordinary students can only look up and look far away, can not reach out to play, let alone tune the station.

Because most of the students who eat in the restaurant will intentionally or unintentionally try to ignore this positive energy, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the mental space, which is why they did not remember until the remote control was found, Song Fei they remembered, fuck, there is a TV in the cafeteria!

Everyone excited, that was broken network broken signal broken line made almost dead heart, and re-ignited the hope of the spark.

"Do you think," Ms. Song said, trying to keep her voice calm, "that the country would broadcast news or warnings on television about this kind of widespread and catastrophic infection?"

This is a delicate and even sensitive issue.

The little friends did not know how to answer. They are not angry youth, nor are they five cents, so they can not immediately stand firm and say that they will, or they will not.

"I think so." Song Fei asked himself and answered, his eyes showed a persistent light, "So I want to gamble."

His comrades knew he was rushing out to turn on the TV in the hall, risking his life to gamble with their country.

On the 18th day of the wave of dead bodies before any help arrived.

"I'll come with you." Qi Yan suddenly said, "Information transparency is the first step to fight this kind of mass crisis, I will gamble with you."

Song Fei looked at him unbelievably, his throat was a little dry, for a long time, it was difficult to say: "How to lose gambling?"

Qi Yan thought very seriously and gave a firm answer: "Then I will not let you go as a ghost."

Song Fei: "..."

"Why don't you two show us if you're living or dying?" Lin Di Lei angrily inserted into the middle of two people, "we did not say no gambling ah." But you can't break in, you have to have a strategy!"

Five minutes later, the back kitchen door, which had not been opened since rushing in, gently opened a gap. The person who opened the door was very light, very quiet, and hardly made any sound. A half-squinted eye behind the gap scanned the hall warily.

The moonlight poured in through the French Windows, making the hall in the darkness a dull haze. The hall was silent, but there was a dangerous silence. The eyes after the gap blink frequently, and finally gradually adapt to the dark, the next second, the owner of the eyes violently cover their mouth, the sound of a cold breath pressed deep in the throat.

The hall is full of zombies!

They were cluttered and crowded, so large that the hall looked like a subway car in the morning rush hour, their expressionless faces glowing blue in the moonlight, their mouths slightly open as if they were waiting to eat their prey.

The gap quietly closed, locked, Song Fei sliding against the door to sit on the ground, feeling the legs are still weak.

Zombies are not scary, but such dense and terrifying scenes are still very powerful, and no trypophobia is afraid to be triggered by this disease.

"All in the hall," Song Fei some incoherent, slow down, then continue to say, "outside these two days is not not to see the zombies, have gone to the hall."

Wang Qingyuan: "The whole hall?"

Song Fei: "It's full."

The little friends are silent, don't look, and replace the spectacular scene of the sea of people who occasionally have to wait for a seat in the cafeteria on Monday noon with a zombie version from memory.

"Can it go on?" Li Jingyu asked.

"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "the old way, distracting."

Zhou uniformly frowns: "If there are so many zombies, it may not wait for us to attract half, have to close the window, you still can't rush out."

"There has to be a lasting way to attract zombies..." Song Fei mumbled, lost in thought.

Second floor, Korean kitchen.

Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how many have you eaten, and the last bite is also robbed!"

Zhao He: "The only martial arts in the world can not be broken."

Fu Xiyuan: "Get out."

Wu Zhou: "How can there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl ah, which man can marry, this life will be happy to die."

Feng Qibai: "I think our Huang Mo is also good."

He asked: "Height alone has already lost a big cut."

Huang Mo: "Take the pen over here and I'll write an application letter for admission."

Why do you ask: "My fault..."

"Class 2, put radishes --"

The sudden call broke the happy dinner hour on the second floor.

Six people stare small eyes for a long time, or Zhao He and Huang Mo get up - the former arm long, responsible for receiving and putting radish rope, the latter thought sensitive, at any time to judge the situation.

The raw radish was quickly put down, and soon collected in its original form, but there was also an extra piece of paper on it.

Zhao He opened the note, the above a few words, concise and comprehensive, after reading, his face was green.

Huang Mo see this is wrong, reach out to take a note, see finally, understand in my heart.

The remaining four students are still waiting, Huang Mo also did not keep secrets, directly announced the content of the note: "Class 1 wanted to rush into the hall to turn on the TV, see if the TV can have some outside news, need our help."

Everyone was nervous: "How to help?"

"Just sing outside our second floor window to attract the zombies in the hall, there may be a risk of zombies climbing up, but according to the observation of the past few days, the outside wall of the canteen is very slippery, this risk is not big."

"Then help," Wu Zhou did not think, "if you can know the news outside, it is the best."

The male students nodded their heads together, wondering why Zhao He was so resistant to this kind of help.

Huang sighed, originally wanted to pat Zhao He on the shoulder, but felt that the height was too troublesome, so he simply patted each other's back: "Eat people's mouth is short, let's go."

Zhao He snatched back the note and stared hard and hated not to take the eyes to burn through the line on the paper: "Singing to attract zombies has been very crazy, this alternative song list is simply insane!"

Huang Mo: "Not let all sing, choose one we can do."

Zhao He: "Every capital is very shameful!"

Huang Mo: "Maybe they have their reasons."

Zhao He: "What kind of trouble? Do zombies even understand lyrics? Sing this song and they come, sing that song and they don't care?"

"That's not true," Huang Mo said after tilting his head for a moment. "I guess Class 1 thought these songs would give them a better chance of success."

Zhao He: "With a song set BUFF?"

Huang Mo: "After all, the hope is placed on the motherland, so it is easy to understand."

The other four listened with a confused head, Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao He's hand, did not look at anything else, and first ran to the end of the two rows of recommended songs - "Chinese", "I love you, China", "Chinese taste", "Chinese Beauty"...

Half an hour later, the heavily armed Song Fei and Qi Yan re-opened the door a thin slit, across the goggles, and the time to adapt to the darkness was extended.

Finally, Qi Yan turned his back and gave a thumbs-up.

Standing at the westernmost window, Zhou Uniformly immediately opened the window sash, fished out the radish that had hung down and waited a few minutes before, and knocked twice on the glass.

The moment the window is closed again, the radishes are whisked in.

The next second, the second floor fluttering rhythm of a lively and passionate chorus --

"Chinese style is such a style ~~ Chinese style is so handsome ~~ Yellow River washed yellow skin ~~ five thousand years this color never change ~~~"

All the zombies in the hall went wild!

First, I looked left and right, as if I could not understand the source of the sound. But soon, the zombies in the area closer to the door started running out. They may not be able to tell which direction the sound is coming from, but instinct is driving them outside!

The number of zombies in the hall dwindled.

Song Fei and Qi Yan all tight, a moment dare not relax.

Finally, the hall emptied, leaving four zombies, not knowing whether they had no interest in singing, or their instinct to avoid the cold was stronger, but still standing in place.

Two of them are closer together, both in the middle, and the other two are east and west, which means the four zombies are positioned almost across the hall.

Class 2 students sang a few words in tune, because they almost used to shout, the sound is loud, even the moon hanging in the sky seems to follow a flutter.

Can no longer wait, Qi Yan whispered a few words in Song Fei's ear, not waiting for the latter to agree, directly ducked out!

Outside the kitchen door is the vegetable field belt, and in weekdays, the vegetable aunts are standing in this wide strip to the students, and the boundary between this and the dining area is only a half-man-high glass fence!

Qi Yan ran to the center of the vegetable area, before for safety, he and Song Fei have coated toilet water, do not want to lure the enemy now, he can only make no noise, a strong jump at the same time struggling to wave his arms.

Although the light is very dark, but the easternmost zombie still found him, perhaps because it can not see clearly, nor smell really, and not excited, just staggered to this side.

The east side of the zombie movement attracted the attention of the middle two zombies, the latter two hesitate to turn, and when they saw some indistinctly suspected living person, they instinctively howled and walked that way, too.

The howling was not as intense as usual, but it was still audible in the quiet, empty hall. Song Fei is not sure if the zombies have a language to communicate, will be more sensitive to the howling of their own kind, only know that the more behind the minute, the higher the risk.

Eyes locked from their nearest TV, and looked at the eyes from the TV about seven or eight meters away, has begun to Qi Yan direction turned zombie, Song Fei clenched his teeth... The cat clambered out.