eavesdropping

Jiang Wangxi brought them good news.

The military will rush to support Haiyan District, and they can also follow the helicopters to retreat to the survivor base. If nothing unexpected happens, they will be able to take a helicopter and leave here tomorrow morning.

To celebrate the good news and to welcome Jiang Wangxi's arrival, Yin Qiao happily arranged for everyone to set up a grill on the rooftop terrace and prepare for a barbecue tonight.

When Yin Qiao went to call Sang Jiyue and Sheng Xingzhou, he told them the good news, and then said a little awkwardly: "Ayue, can you please not bring your conflict with Luo An and the others to Brother Xi?"

Sang Jiyue took Sheng Xingzhou by the hand and walked slowly upstairs, her voice gentle: "Of course."

"Tonight should be the last time we get together for dinner." Yin Qiao felt a little lost, but then quickly became happy: "Brother Xi must have come here specifically to find you. With him around, no one will dare to bully you anymore. You know, they are all afraid of Brother Xi."

Sang Jiyue smiled noncommittally: "After all, he is the oldest among us."

"And the most powerful one!" Yin Qiao added.

Sheng Xingzhou felt more and more uneasy as he listened to their conversation, and his steps as he went upstairs became much stiffer.

Sang Jiyue could hardly pull Sheng Xingzhou anymore, so she had to stop and said to Yin Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, you go up first. Brother Xingxing and I have something to talk about."

"Oh, okay." Yin Qiao left first.

There were still two flights of stairs from here to the rooftop terrace. In the dimly lit stairwell, Sang Jiyue let go of Sheng Xingzhou's hand.

The man leaned against the wall, still unhappy: "I don't want to go up."

If the group of people above found out that he was infected with corpse poison, not only would he be driven away, but it was possible that he would be beheaded on the spot, especially Jiang Wangxi who was obviously hostile to him.

"I know you're scared and desperate right now." Sang Jiyue can still clearly remember the helplessness and despair she felt when she realized her self-awareness was gradually dissipating in the free flow of the virus. She said, "I don't want you to stay alone in the room, waiting to become a walking corpse. Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you."

Sheng Xingzhou listened with some resentment: "I should protect you."

"That's fine." Sang Jiyue agreed quickly.

She thought Sheng Xingzhou had been coaxed into submission, so she continued to pull him upstairs, but he still stood there and refused to move.

Sheng Xingzhou spouted out word by word: "We. Leave. I. Protect. You."

Sheng Xingzhou was very tempted by Yin Qiao's idea of ​​letting him take Sang Jiyue away alone. If possible, he still hoped that Sang Jiyue could have another way of living, instead of continuing to stay with that group of people and endure endless malice again.

You can take revenge, but you should also live your own life.

Besides, to be honest, it might not be safer for Sang Jiyue to go to the survivor base than to stay outside. After all, Sheng Xingzhou had seen how she was able to navigate the zombie pile with ease.

In the end, of course, it was his selfish motives.

The appearance of Jiang Wangxi made Sheng Xingzhou realize that he was not the original person in the story, and it would not be him who would have an emotional entanglement with Sang Jiyue. He had been infected with corpse poison. If Sang Jiyue followed Jiang Wangxi again, he would have no chance.

Sheng Xingzhou was unwilling to accept this.

After the end of the world, it was clearly him who found Sang Jiyue first.

At that time, there was no such person as Jiang Wangxi.

Why did Jiang Wangxi become the latecomer and win?

Sheng Xingzhou thought angrily, completely forgetting that he had never been in the story of Sang Jiyue and Jiang Wangxi. He was more like a third party who intervened.

Facing Sheng Xingzhou's expectant gaze, Sang Jiyue smiled gently: "Sheng Xingzhou, I won't go to the survivor base. I hate places full of people."

"Then, let's go!" Sheng Xingzhou's dim eyes immediately lit up.

"It's not the right time yet. Wait a little longer."

Sheng Xingzhou's face fell again. What if he turned into a zombie here if he waited any longer?

But it’s a good thing that Sang Jiyue can control zombies. Then he will recognize Sang Jiyue as the boss, and they can still live together happily like before.

Sang Jiyue reached out to pull Sheng Xingzhou again. This kid actually dared to stand still. Her patience was about to run out: "Are you going to leave or not?"

Sheng Xingzhou immediately and obediently followed her upstairs.

The floor of the rooftop terrace was still wet, but it didn't look dirty under the warm orange candlelight. The grill had been set up, the charcoal fire was crackling, steam was rising from the grill, and the glossy meat was sizzling, emitting an enticing luster and aroma.

Before Jiang Wangxi looked over, Sang Jiyue let go of Sheng Xingzhou's hand. Sheng Xingzhou tried to pull her, but she had already walked towards Jiang Wangxi without looking back.

Sheng Xingzhou: “…”

Weren't we still getting along well with each other just now?

Why do you change your face just by changing your face?

Sheng Xingzhou walked over slowly and sat down next to Sang Jiyue.

Sang Huai happened to be opposite Sheng Xingzhou. When he saw Sheng Xingzhou, a hint of surprise flashed across his calm eyes. It was obvious that he did not expect that Sheng Xingzhou could crawl out of the pile of zombies.

His eyes couldn't help but show a trace of scrutiny, and suspicion arose in his heart, thinking that Sheng Xingzhou's face was a little too pale.

Sheng Xingzhou glanced at Sang Huai, raised his chin slightly, and a provocative curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

They were fighting silently, while Sang Jiyue and Jiang Wangxi were also talking beside them.

The sound of their voices blended in with the chatter of other people at the table and was inconspicuous.

Sang Jiyue asked him, "When did you come back?"

She was talking about being reborn.

"I was still in Jingcheng at the time." Jiang Wangxi said gently, "When I woke up, it was already the end of the world."

Sang Jiyue seemed a little surprised: "Are your uncle and aunt willing to let you come to Yancheng?"

When the apocalypse broke out in his previous life, Jiang Wangxi said that he had wanted to come to Yancheng, but in the end he was left in the research institute in Jingcheng. When he came back, he had completely lost Sang Jiyue and missed her last two years as a human.

"There are experiments to be done here, and they will agree to it."

Sang Jiyue seemed to suddenly understand: "Did the experiment succeed during this period?"

"It went very smoothly." Jiang Wangxi nodded with a smile and touched the top of her black hair: "You will be different this time, Ayue."

He is a very successful medical scientist, and in his previous life he had achieved amazing results in his research on the zombie virus.

Sang Jiyue smiled and said, "That's great."

Sheng Xingzhou, who was standing next to him, pricked up his ears and eavesdropped for a long time but didn't understand a word they said. He felt like they were playing tricks on him.

His ears were listening, and his hands were not idle either. He diligently helped her pick up the crispy and tender barbecued meat from the grill, and occasionally dipped it in spicy dry sauce for her and placed it on the plate.

Yin Qiao asked Jiang Wangxi curiously, "Brother Xi, what does the survivor base look like?"

Jiang Wangxi told Yin Qiao in a flat voice that the survivor base was no different from where they usually lived. There they could live as before and would not be in danger of their lives like they do now. They would be very safe there.

As he spoke, his eyes were always on Sang Jiyue's face. She seemed hungry and was eating the barbecue in the bowl. From time to time, she would eat the meat dipped in dry sauce. Her cheeks were red from the spiciness. The man next to her was handing her water.

Jiang Wangxi disagreed and said, "Xiaoyue, you can't handle spicy food."

"Only occasionally."

Lin Luoan spoke with a smile, as if they were not the ones facing each other a few hours ago: "Brother Xi, don't believe it. She often eats spicy food secretly and is still as ignorant as when she was a child."

"Huh? How come I didn't know?" Yin Qiao couldn't help but say, "I remember Senior Sheng's cooking was always very light. Don't frame our Ah Yue."

Lin Luoan's eyes wandered between Sang Jiyue, Jiang Wangxi, and Sheng Xingzhou, and he spoke slowly, "Because I saw it. Sheng Xingzhou had just opened a package of tiger skin chicken feet when Ah Yue ran into him and snatched it away."

Sheng Xingzhou spoke slowly: "Eating occasionally makes me happy. Is there a problem?"

"Xiaoyue has a very fragile stomach and is afraid of spicy and stimulating foods. You shouldn't spoil her." Jiang Wangxi said calmly.

Sheng Xingzhou couldn't remember what had happened to Sang Jiyue during this period.

Before he could say anything, Sang Jiyue said in a very obedient manner: "I know, I won't eat it."

Because Sang Jiyue suddenly spoke, the atmosphere at the dinner table did not become dull. She stopped eating the meat with dipping sauce on the plate, and she didn't move the meat in the bowl. Sheng Xingzhou was still serving her food, so she pushed the bowl in front of him.

This is what it means not to eat.

Sheng Xingzhou stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. The delicious meat tasted bland in his mouth as he was now infected with the zombie virus.

Jiang Wangxi watched their actions and his expression became a little subtle.

Yin Qiao then brought a dozen beers beside her feet to the table and asked Sang Huai to distribute them to everyone. She smiled and said, "Let's relax today. We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Having said that, it's just a can of beer, not enough to get you drunk.

Except for Sheng Xingzhou, everyone at the table had known each other since childhood. They drank beer and ate barbecue, and were having a great time unless there were any conflicts.

After dinner, they were not in a hurry to leave. A warm bonfire was lit on the terrace. They sat around the bonfire, imagining the future and imagining what would happen next.

Suppose there is no apocalypse.

Starting with Yin Qiao, they went on counterclockwise, one by one. Yin Qiao blinked, "Is there no apocalypse? Then we might never get together like today again."

Even Jiang Wangxi, who actually didn't have much contact with them, appeared here most likely for Sang Jiyue.

"But if the apocalypse hadn't happened, I'd probably be worrying about finals week again."

Sang Huai smiled and continued, "Maybe we should go to Fenglin Mountain for a trip before we worry about it."

In autumn, the maple trees on Fenglin Mountain are covered with red maples, which is also one of the characteristics of Yancheng.

Then it was Lin Luoan's turn. She mentioned Xu Zhiyuan, making the atmosphere a little tense.

Next came Lin Luoqing, Ye Lin, and then Sheng Xingzhou.

Sheng Xingzhou thought that if there hadn't been the end of the world, he might not be here now, but would be traveling around the world playing around.

Fortunately, the end of the world came and he wore it.

I met A Yue, hehe.

Of course, he couldn't say this out loud. He prepared a plan in advance, trying to make his words as fluent as possible: "I might continue to try to get to know Ah Yue."

As soon as he said this, everyone present subconsciously looked at Jiang Wangxi, and their expressions seemed strange.

Sheng Xingzhou: “……?”

Okay, okay, as soon as Jiang Wangxi came out, everyone thought they were a couple, right?

Ye Lin suddenly said, "If there hadn't been the apocalypse, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet Xiaoyue. I remember you've been admitted to Jingcheng University, right?"

Sang Jiyue finished the college entrance examination in June, and before he had time to enjoy the long summer vacation, he unfortunately faced the end of the world.

Sang Jiyue seemed a little dazed. To her, ten years had already passed since the June they mentioned. She thought carefully and nodded, "Yes, if there hadn't been the apocalypse, I would have gone to Jingcheng to study at university."

Then stay away from them completely.

When she graduates and comes back to inherit the family property, she won't leave a single cent for that father and son.

Sheng Xingzhou: "Why, Jingcheng?"

Lin Luoan sneered: "Why else? Of course it's because Brother Xi is in Jingcheng."

Yin Qiao keenly discovered that Lin Luoan was intentionally or unintentionally diverting the topic to Sang Jiyue, Jiang Wangxi and Sheng Xingzhou tonight, as if adding fuel to the fire.

Everyone understands what's going on with the three of them.

In order to avoid embarrassing Sang Jiyue, Yin Qiao quickly changed the subject: "Everyone, it's late, it's time to rest."

The bonfire in front of them was about to burn out, and the autumn wind blew on the open terrace, bringing a hint of chill.

Sheng Xingzhou was waiting for Sang Jiyue to leave with him, but Sang Jiyue ignored him and went to the terrace to talk with Jiang Wangxi.

Because of what he saw and heard tonight, he realized that everyone knew what their relationship was, and he seemed to be just an outsider.

A strong sense of unease enveloped Sheng Xingzhou. He walked downstairs with his head down, but stopped behind the door. The sound of their conversation also drifted into his ears -

"Brother, do you really want Sang Huai and the others to go to the survivor base?" Sang Jiyue's voice was as soft as ever, and there seemed to be a hint of dependence when she spoke: "You know, I hate them."

Their private conversation wasn't so obscure. Jiang Wangxi said in a calm and gentle voice, "Wouldn't it be better to control them in advance? Sang Huai might not be so lucky again. I'll help you."

"Will you continue to help me?" Sang Jiyue leaned close to him and said in a low voice, "You didn't see the end, so you might not know that three years later I finally killed them all, especially Sang Huai. I cut him into pieces and fed them to the beasts."

There was a hint of pride in her slight voice.

Jiang Wangxi stared at her with deep blue eyes, which seemed to contain some emotions: "What happened next?"

"Then? Then I was too tired and fainted, and then I was reborn."

Jiang Wangxi touched her head and said with a smile, "Is this your last memory? That's good."

"What's your last memory?" Sang Jiyue asked softly, "Was it me having one of my arms chopped off?"

She was talking about the scene Jiang Wangxi saw before she died three years ago.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I looked at your face and was transported here in a trance."

"Three years ago?" Sang Jiyue asked him the time.

Jiang Wangxi said "hmm".

The smile on Sang Jiyue's face remained unchanged, but the fingers hanging by her side and hidden in her sleeves were clenched.

They lowered their voices, and Sheng Xingzhou didn't hear what they were whispering about. There was no one else here, so why did they have to talk so close to their ears?

He was a little anxious, but Sang Jiyue obviously didn't want to continue chatting and walked towards him.

Sheng Xingzhou was about to run when he suddenly heard Jiang Wangxi calling Sang Jiyue.

Sang Jiyue stopped and looked at Jiang Wangxi.

"Xiaoyue, I've been so busy talking about the past that I haven't even greeted you yet." The man said gently, "How have you been lately?"

"fine."

Jiang Wangxi looked at the girl in front of him. He recalled Sang Jiyue in June, and then thought about Sang Jiyue two years later. No matter before or after the apocalypse, she seemed different from the girl at this moment.

She actually grew taller, her cheeks became fuller and rounder, and there was some flesh on her pointed chin. She really had a good time during this period.

Jiang Wangxi said calmly: "On the seventh day of the apocalypse, I arrived at Yushui Bay, but I didn't see you."

"Ah, by that time, I had already left." Sang Jiyue recalled the happy things and said to him happily: "Remember those scumbags I told you about? I killed them all too."

"You met the man named Sheng Xingzhou." Jiang Wangxi said suddenly.

"Yes." Sang Jiyue said without hesitation: "He likes me, but I don't like him. If I keep him, he will take care of me."

"What about now?" Jiang Wangxi asked her softly, "You won't stay in the occupied area with him, will you, Xiaoyue?"

Sang Jiyue shook his head and said emotionlessly, "You should have smelled it too. He's been infected with the corpse poison. His arm has rotted away. He's of no value to me. I guess he'll turn into a zombie tomorrow. Let him go wherever he wants."

"Then I can kill him."

Sang Jiyue seemed stunned for a moment: "Do you have a grudge against each other? If so, I will help you kill him."

Jiang Wangxi laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Xiaoyue, when I first saw you, including just now, I felt that you had become a little strange." He murmured softly, "I thought you didn't like me anymore."

But I like that strange man.

The girl tilted her head and looked at him with a sweet smile: "How could that be, brother? I only like you."

"Don't say that with a smile."

Sang Jiyue seemed to be genuinely amused by him. After laughing for a while, she emphasized to him with a serious face: "Brother, I only like you."

Jiang Wangxi looked at her seriously, and vaguely felt that she was still the Sang Jiyue of the past, only more lively than when she turned into a zombie.

My uneasy heart seemed to calm down a little.

He finally let him go: "It's late, go and get some rest."

Sang Jiyue nodded, turned and walked towards the door, but her hand hanging by her side was held again. Jiang Wangxi pulled her and went downstairs with her.

There was nothing behind the half-open door except for the sound of their footsteps.

In the dark corridor, the gentle smile on Sang Jiyue's face completely disappeared, his expression became cold, and there was a hint of impatience between his drooping eyebrows.