Chapter 50: The Next Delivery

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the express point is behind the wall.

Zhao He, Feng Qi white, Wu Zhou as the bottom, Qi Yan, Zhou all on their three shoulders to put up the second layer, at this time they are working together to pull Qiaosiqi upward.

"Don't just rely on us, you have to work hard yourself!" Zhou did not dare to speak loudly, and could only squeeze out between his teeth.

"I tried hard!" Josiki died of heart, 321 superimposed Han formation does not matter, but he did not volunteer to be that 1, why light weight will be driven ducks on the shelf ah!

"He really pushed. Don't ask me how I know." Zhao He looked up at the sky, full of bleak eyes, the side face of the vague sole pattern in the moonlight has a different kind of hazy beauty.

Random kicked off an atmosphere of Qiaosiqi, finally stepped on the shoulder of Zhao He, and Qi Yan and Zhou uniformly reached the same height, the two then help him to pull the arm to support the foot, so step on the shoulder of the week the process is much easier. Standing on Zhou's shoulders, the roof changed from unclimbable to barely reach the waist, and Qiao's hands supported his thighs and easily flipped up.

Someone arrived at the commanding heights to respond, the efficiency of the room behind is much faster, not much effort, nine people all arrived on the roof.

"This is color steel tile, try to step on the center, not the edge." Weeks always remind.

Zhao He raised his leg frozen in mid-air, and then he carefully avoided both sides and stepped into the center of the tile.

As his whole weight fell on this foot, he could clearly feel the sole slowly sinking...

Slightly thin roof material made a fragile sound under everyone's trampling, Song Fei originally wanted to look back and see if the small partners behind him had to keep up, the result just confirmed a figure slowly fell.

"Are you going to crawl?" Song Fei embarrassed to look down Zhao He, the king to elbow as a fulcrum, is trying to move forward, as if there is a bunker waiting for him to bomb.

"I am tired, so walk to save energy, you have a problem?" Zhao He raised his chin defiantly.

Song Fei squatted down and touched his bald head: "You are happy."

Zhao He felt cold and cried out when he raised his hand.

Song Fei had expected, quick draw hand.

PRRRRRR.

Zhao He can grasp a basketball with one hand on the big palm on his own spiritual cover.

Song Fei proudly opened the flowers, but a turn around, see Qi Yan frown looked at this side, a face hate iron not steel.

Songfei shrank his neck, knowing that he had made another mistake, and quickly lowered his head and assumed the good attitude that I knew I was wrong - a conditioned reflex that he deeply disliked but was deeply ingrained.

"Can you be serious when it's so dangerous?" Qi Yan's criticism is also very smooth. A slap does not ring, Song Fei see mistakes, naturally need him to have a mistake will pull with.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Fei very naturally agreed, said the end of the reaction, rely, they have no matter now, why he also low posture ah.

But put aside the attitude problem, Qi Yan criticism is also correct, this time is not suitable for joking.

But --

Song Fei open the palm, palm up, quietly staring for a while, not without aftertaste to Qi Yan sincere advice: "Some day you also touch to see, feel really good."

Zhao He: "Get out!"

Qi said: "..."

When communicating, Qi Yan actually did not go out of his way to understand Songfei's preferences, to some extent, Qi Yan's confidence is with a little conceit, although he hid it well. The most direct consequence of this conceit is to recognize more of oneself and less of others, and to like to bring the rhythm, rather than trying to match the rhythm of the other person.

So Song Fei actually likes this style?

How about he try shaving his head, too?

But now in the middle of winter, no hair really cold ah...

Under the bright half-full moon, Qi classmates fell into deep anxiety.

Johns, who was as light as a swallow, was the first to reach the front door, quickly knelt down, clung to the eaves, put his head out and shouted to the door below: "Listen to all the zombies inside, you have been surrounded, and quickly come out and surrender -"

Zombies probably don't understand people.

So the effect of Josiki's voice is basically equivalent to singing.

There were no street lights around the express point, and the express point did not turn on the light, and the dark door appeared dark and misty under the light moonlight.

As Josiki's last voice died away, everyone was already lying one by one on the edge of the roof.

There was no noise at the door, and everything was perfectly quiet.

"No more zombies in there?" Josiki muttered, not quite sure.

It was a remote place, and the last time they visited it was during the day, and there were not many zombies, and now it was night, and they had killed four others who had escaped from it, and it was not surprising that it was empty now.

"I'll do it." Song Fei volunteered, the second attack, "Dear girl, you have to listen to me ~~ Think that my brother is also a handsome man ~~ but the years are heartless it destroyed me ~~ Brother's heart will always be the most beautiful ~~"

Still, nothing happened.

Wu Sheng class students looked at each other, tacit understanding and a nod: "Well, really no."

If there is only one thing left in the world that can hold back the hatred of zombies, it must be Song Fei's song.

Zhao He and Qi Yan were the first to jump down and quietly approached the door from both sides of the wall, leaving seven people still guarding the roof.

Soon, the two arrived on both sides of the main gate, Qi Yan gave Zhao He a look, the latter understood. With Qi Yan fingers than out of one, two, three, two people together side step, quickly turned around, the formation of the door but with it is still a step away from the station, at the same time Qi Yan snapped a flashlight!

The strong light instantly lit up the whole door, because of the relationship of goggles, Qi Yan and Zhao He were not swayed by the strong light to the eyes, so in the bright light of the moment to see the zombie inside the door!

But the zombie moves faster than them, almost as soon as the flashlight is lit, it suddenly pounces out!

Zhao He, whose body reacts more quickly than his head, stabs into the right eye of the zombie, and uses force to push the zombie back into the door with the others behind it!

The zombies were pushed to the ground, and the last two fell backwards on their backs!

'Six in all! When Zhao He stabbed the first zombie, Qi Yan had already returned to his senses and counted the number of enemies in a very short time.

Song Fei jumped directly without saying a word, and jumped down together with Zhou all, Wu Zhou, Yu Zisheng, Feng Qibai.

"Don't move, you two. Meet me on the roof!" After landing Song Fei looked up to ask what and Qiaosiqi charged.

The two, who have not yet acted, nod tacitly: "That's what we think."

Perhaps it is no longer necessary to hide, and the zombie that climbs up again finally rushes out and restores the murderous nature of people who block and bite Buddha.

Seven to six, plus Zhao He has hit a hard, the battlefield is convenient for small partners to act in the vast open space, this round of fighting is not difficult.

But the deep reasons behind the battle, or let everyone think extremely fearful.

"They already know we're creating a diversion." Zhou all looks solemn, "so no matter whether Qiaosiqi shouts or Song Fei sings, they all hide not out."

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, and after a short silence, he opened his mouth: "They are the same as we initially guessed, IQ is not completely lost, but maintained at a relatively low level."

Zhou Tong: "To detect our seduction and know that hiding inside waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net is low intelligence?"

"Depending on what your standard is," Qi Yan explained by way of example, "some cats and dogs do bad things and know to pretend to be innocent, if you think this is high intelligence, then just say I didn't say."

"..." Take a deep breath and exhale slowly to allow yourself to communicate calmly: "Do you know that your attitude of 'it's your problem to understand what I have to say anyway' is annoying?"

Qi Yan was stunned. From the slightly embarrassed and apologetic expression, he really didn't realize it.

Song Fei grilled open him, holding Zhou's hand: "I know!"

The light at the delivery point finally came on, and the room was full of light.

Josiki and He kept watch, and they were comfortable lying down anyway, occasionally exchanging anecdotes about each other's fields of expertise. For example, Joe presented to He a movie "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies", a perfect combination of literature and zombies, while He analyzed the difference between zombies and zombies from the perspective of physics.

Inside, the most exciting activity in history - everyone to unpack, once again in full swing.

Zhao He: "Male UGG!"

Zhou Homogeneous: "Imported honey!"

Feng Qibai: "Pure chocolate."

Song Fei: "Steam beauty apparatus..."

Feng Qibai: "Warm treasure stickers!"

Zhou Tong: "Coral velvet pajamas!"

Wu Zhou: "Wolfberry."

Song Fei: "Plasticine..."

"Song Fei?" Qi Yan anxiously watched him put down the carton and went out.

"I'll keep watch at the door. Go on." Song students look up at the sky star, suspect his life in the express.

Qi Yan shrugged, anyway, this trip is mainly for running-in, this also did not expect to be able to turn out any surprises from the express point, one less labor does not matter.

Take back the line of sight, Qi Yan continued to take the express box from the shelf down, but the peripheral light has been seemingly swept not far away from Yu Zisheng.

There's nothing unusual about the guy. Turn to the useful to leave, the useless to discard, do not deliberately with the people of the martial arts class close, but also not maverick, basically is to their own sense of existence is very low.

Qi Yan does not know such a situation is good or bad, but his heart always has a string stretched, dare not easily relax.

The rectangular express box was taken down, Qi Yan cut the tape with a knife, opened it, and there was an equally rectangular gift box. The outline of the gift box is a circle smaller than the express box, plus a look is very carefully wrapped bubble film, just right with the express box.

Open the bubble film, the blue gift box finally revealed its true face. It was a very beautiful dark blue, like a clear night sky, like a fine blue velvet. Open the lid of the gift box, and inside is a black wallet, lying quietly in the light green salad grass.

There was a card under the wallet.

Qi Yan will pull it out, the above handwriting neat and beautiful - "Husband, happy birthday! Remember, after your every birthday will have me to accompany yo, love your woman man forever!"

Apparently, it's a birthday present from some bubbly girl to her boyfriend.

But for a moment, Qi Yan had a subtle sense of space-time dislocation. It was as if he were in the same dorm room he was in a year ago, unpacking a package in a fog, only to find a wallet lying in a tangle of old earthquake-proof newspapers.

It was Christmas a week ago, he was Song Fei hard pull to go shopping in the city, the result of the pedestrian street is congested, just moved a few steps in the flow of people, he was touched away the wallet. At the moment he reacted, and even caught the shadow of the thief, how the sea of people, did not chase a few steps, people fled.

In the final analysis, the culprit is Song Fei, because when the other party proposed to the urban commercial pedestrian street, he said that there are many people. In the end, he was dragged here by force, and thus hitched to a wallet. But Song Fei does not think so, red mouth white teeth insist that he did not look at his own financial management, simply perverse.

However, the two quarreled more than the festive atmosphere are warm, and finally walked back side-by-side - the bus has been suspended, most taxis do not want to go to the suburbs so barren, feel that the empty car is not worth it, rather refuse to carry. The two of them had to walk all the way back to stop the taxi.

I do not know whether it is for the occasion, after walking out of the two miles, the sky suddenly floated snowflakes.

In the Cold War, both men were blind.

"It's snowing." Song Fei spoke first, in a low voice.

Qi Yan gave a sound of "um", almost mumbling.

Song Fei under the eyes, thought for a while, suddenly took out a mobile phone, play up.

Qi Yan don't turn a face, deliberately not to see.

The mobile phone that I had not expected to put in my pocket soon sounded a wechat prompt tone.

Qi Yan confused to take out a mobile phone, found that Song Fei sent him a picture. Click the big picture full screen view, is a deep snow street, a couple holding hands to walk forward, leaving the viewer only intimate back in the snow.

At the bottom of the picture is a line - if we keep going like this, will we get all the way to the white end?

Qi Yan dont know Song Fei usually on the Internet to see how many messy things, will so quickly turn to a picture, and he really think this sentence is very cliche, very artificial.

However, the body does not listen to the brain, forcibly hug the person over and kiss the sky dark.

He even wanted to rub the bad guy into his own body if he could.

Song Fei how much do not love to learn, there is much mastery of the Han, this let Qi Yan love and hate.

So when he got a delivery a week later without warning and dug out his wallet and cards in a pile of scrap newspapers, he stopped working against his heart. When angry, just gas explosion, happy time to enjoy flowering, spread on Song Fei, it means that the mood to follow the roller coaster, he recognized.

On the card, the handwriting is wild and unrestrained - "Handsome boy, the wallet supplies you, the money is not made up, I really give you can not want. Come, fragrant one!"

Until now Qi Yan can remember that when there was no one in the dormitory, he still quietly squatted down, and then with a silly smile, secretly kissed a piece of paper.