Two years

Although Sheng Xingzhou has regained consciousness, some zombie characteristics still remain on his body. Worried that he might suddenly lose consciousness again one day, Sheng Xingzhou looks in the mirror dozens of times every day, fearing that he will turn back into a zombie.

Sang Jiyue, who was unusually knowledgeable about the zombie virus, told him, "There are still two doses of serum left. We'll still need to administer it once a month, and we'll be almost cured by the end of the year."

Because Sheng Xingzhou was injected with the serum before he was fully infected, if the serum cured the virus and the zombie characteristics faded, he would naturally still be human.

And Sheng Xingzhou won’t have to worry about infection in the future, because he will have antibodies in his body after he recovers.

Sheng Xingzhou's anxious heart relaxed a lot, and he couldn't help asking, "Ayue, how do you know everything?"

"I know all about my brother's experiments." Sang Jiyue raised her head proudly and said arrogantly, "Luckily you met me, otherwise where would you get the serum?"

Sang Jiyue mentioned Jiang Wangxi without any hesitation, which made Sheng Xingzhou realize something.

Even though Sang Jiyue chose him, it didn't seem to mean the end of her bond with Jiang Wangxi.

He felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but glance at Sang Jiyue, who was raising her chin, waiting for his thanks. He collected his thoughts, hugged her affectionately, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I met Ah Yue. It's great to be with you."

Before Sheng Xingzhou was unconscious, it was basically Sang Jiyue who took the initiative to snuggle into his arms for warmth. Now that he was awake, he was so familiar and close to her, which made Sang Jiyue not used to it.

Sang Jiyue pushed Sheng Xingzhou away with a stern face and said to him seriously, "Don't touch me. We are not that intimate."

"Ah? No?" Sheng Xingzhou blinked and asked her, "Do you still want me to warm your bed tonight?"

Sang Jiyue thought for a moment and said, "I'll call you if I need anything."

What a great way to come and go as you please.

Sheng Xingzhou asked again: "So where are we now?"

"It's the same as before." Sang Jiyue said as a matter of course: "Go cook for me."

"Okay, Sister Yue." Sheng Xingzhou responded quickly.

Their lives didn't seem to change much after Sheng Xingzhou woke up, but Sang Jiyue was still very happy because she finally didn't have to take care of a corpse anymore. Now it was Sheng Xingzhou's turn to serve her.

However, there are still some changes. For example, Sang Jiyue does not plan to use Sheng Xingzhou to warm the bed tonight.

Her purpose was very simple, but she felt that Sheng Xingzhou's purpose was not so simple. It was okay when he was unconscious as a corpse before, but now that he was normal, he would definitely think too much.

Besides, it’s not cold enough to need him now.

So Sang Jiyue just asked Sheng Xingzhou to fill her hot water bottle to warm her bed.

Sheng Xingzhou reluctantly filled the hot water bottle and put it in her bed, muttering to her, "Ayue, is the hot water bottle as warm as me? The hot water bottle will get cold, but I won't."

"It seems so." Sang Jiyue hesitated.

Sheng Xingzhou's eyes lit up: "Then I..."

"Then get up at three in the morning and change the hot water bottle for me. Don't wake me up."

"ah?"

Sang Jiyue started to chase people away: "Get out, I want to sleep."

Sheng Xingzhou was pushed out by her.

It is winter now and it is very cold outside. When the cold wind blows, Sheng Xingzhou feels that his heart is turning cold.

But it doesn't matter, he will be hot.

Sheng Xingzhou knocked on the door again and came in, meeting Sang Jiyue's gaze and said, "But the second bedroom is drafty and I'll get sick. Can you take me in and fix it there, Sister Yue?"

Sang Jiyue thought of the shabby second bedroom.

Sheng Xingzhou continued: "And with our current relationship, it's normal for us to sleep in the same room. We're just like before."

He woke up within the time promised by Sang Jiyue. Although he was not awake during their past relationship, it did not prevent their relationship from making a qualitative leap. Now he just wanted to continue this budding love.

Sang Jiyue was silent.

Although she felt that she and Sheng Xingzhou were in a relationship of pursued and pursuer, and that he should be humble, they did sleep in the same room before, and now they were just maintaining the status quo.

Sheng Xingzhou has expressed his attitude so frankly, there is no need for her to be shy anymore.

Sang Jiyue responded: "Okay, but I hope you can be less noisy or it will disturb me."

He woke me up last night.

"I promise not to move." Sheng Xingzhou said quickly.

He started to get busy again.

First, she threw out the two hot water bottles in the quilt, then ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. After tidying up for a long time, Sang Jiyue yawned and put the book in her hand aside, asking Sheng Xingzhou to turn off the lights and go to bed.

The room quickly became dark.

Sheng Xingzhou looked at the small undulation on the bed, stood there nervously for a while, and then sat down carefully beside the bed.

The soft mattress sank, and there was no movement for a long while.

Sang Jiyue: "If you don't want to sleep, get out."

The quilt is cold.

Sang Jiyue's usual look made Sheng Xingzhou feel that he was too nervous.

It's just like before. Don't be afraid. Sang Jiyue won't stab him again.

He got under the covers and reached out to hug her.

Sheng Xingzhou's body temperature had returned to normal, but it was still a little high at this point, and Sang Jiyue and the quilt quickly warmed up.

It seems to be different from the temperature created by superpowers. His own temperature is gentler and more natural.

Sang Jiyue liked it very much and was very satisfied.

"You are so warm." Sang Jiyue habitually said a few words to Sheng Xingzhou before going to bed. It was just that Sheng Xingzhou ignored her before, but it was different now.

Almost at the moment Sang Jiyue finished speaking, she heard his voice: "Yes, I have had a high temperature since I was a child, but I have never been sick. Ah Yue, you should eat more at every meal and strive to be like me."

"I ate a lot." Sang Jiyue raised the corner of her lips. "I've also grown three centimeters taller. Didn't you notice?"

Three centimeters taller than in my previous life.

"I noticed you've lost weight again. It must be because you've worked so hard taking care of me." Sheng Xingzhou promised her, "I'll make delicious food for you every day. You have to get back to full health soon."

Sang Jiyue was silent for a moment.

Her weight loss had nothing to do with Sheng Xingzhou. She had always been very good to herself, and it was her frail body that was beginning to fail.

Time flies, there is only one year left.

Sheng Xingzhou was also used to Sang Jiyue occasionally ignoring him, so he naturally continued: "I'm going to the mountains tomorrow to see if I can get some fresh meat. Do you still want to eat fish? How about we go to the river to play tomorrow? Or maybe we..."

After many days, the familiar voice lingered in her ears again, making Sang Jiyue a little dazed for a moment. She didn't hear clearly what he said, only his voice was so clear.

She put her ear close to his chest and listened to his voice and heartbeat in silence.

Sheng Xingzhou touched her black head and said to her, "Are you sleepy? Then I won't say anything more. Let's go to sleep, Ayue."

"Not sleepy yet." Sang Jiyue yawned and said, "I like listening to you talk."

Sheng Xingzhou was happy: "I like talking to you."

"But it's late now, you should rest."

Sang Jiyue hummed and closed her eyes.

Sheng Xingzhou looked down at her, wanting to end the day with a sweet goodnight kiss.

But Sang Jiyue was very perceptive, and when he got close to her, her hand was about to fall towards his face.

Sheng Xingzhou put his arm around her wrist and kissed her palm again: "Do you like being kissed here?"

Sang Jiyue: "..."

He sighed: "Ayue, when will my teeth return to normal?"

The topic jumped so quickly that Sang Jiyue didn't react.

"What if I accidentally bite you while kissing you?" Sheng Xingzhou muttered softly.

Sang Jiyue: "?"

"Then die." She said coldly.

Dare to try it.

Sheng Xingzhou pecked her soft palm a few times, leaving behind a burning warmth. He smiled and said, "Go to sleep. I won't disturb you."

Sang Jiyue retracted her hand and hid it under the quilt, then turned her back to him and closed her eyes again.

The room was silent.

Sheng Xingzhou chuckled for a long time in the darkness before whispering to Sang Jiyue, "Ayue, good night."

…

The next day.

After breakfast, Sang Jiyue went to play with Dafu who was sleeping in the doghouse, while Sheng Xingzhou started to clean the house. Sang Jiyue loved cleanliness, so the house was not dirty but messy.

He folded the scattered bedding, hung up the clothes piled in the closet, and after doing housework for a while, he suddenly saw the hydroponic roses on the windowsill.

Sheng Xingzhou's gaze paused.

He remembered that there seemed to be similar hydroponic roses in Sang Jiyue's bedroom in the villa in Yu Shui Bay.

However, Sheng Xingzhou vaguely recalled the plant in front of him. It was brought to Sang Jiyue by Jiang Wangxi through Ji Xin a few months ago, saying it was a birthday gift.

In addition, there are a lot of supplies.

Although they were not short of supplies, what made Sang Jiyue smile at the time was the hydroponic rose that was in full bloom. She seemed to be very experienced in growing this kind of plant, as the rose had not withered for several months.

It would be great if this broken flower would rot immediately.

Sheng Xingzhou stared at the rose and couldn't help thinking of Jiang Wangxi. The thoughts that had been temporarily suppressed yesterday lingered in his mind again.

Although they seem to have been away from the main storyline for a long time now, and Qi Si has not been online again, it stands to reason that Jiang Wangxi should have nothing to do with Sang Jiyue.

He is the one who is by Sang Jiyue's side now, he was by her side in the past, and he will definitely be by her side in the future.

In that case, the flowers he gave to Sang Jiyue were still placed on the windowsill.

If I throw this rose away, Sang Jiyue probably won't be angry.

How much did she appreciate his kindness?

In a flash, Sheng Xingzhou suddenly remembered the space that was bound to Sang Jiyue's affection for him.

Sang Jiyue didn't know why she could also use this space, but she didn't know that the area of ​​the space was bound to her feelings towards him.

He immediately took a look at the small space he had been in.

Now it is a large flat, filled with supplies.

"How big is this?"

Seventy-four bubbles: "Eighty square meters."

This means that Sang Jiyue's current favorability towards him is eighty.

Sheng Xingzhou's depressed mood was swept away in an instant.

Qi Si said, "Friendly reminder, favorability doesn't mean anything. Our goal is to save the female supporting character, so don't get lost."

"I will sacrifice myself for A Yue, don't worry!" Sheng Xingzhou was immersed in the good impression of Eighty and couldn't extricate himself.

Seven Four: "..."

He really wanted to continue reminding Sheng Xingzhou that he was not a strategy system, he was a rescue system, so favorability really didn't mean anything. This thing could only affect the love brain, not Sang Jiyue.

But when Sang Jiyue walked into the bedroom, Qi Si was very afraid of her and quickly logged off.

Sang Jiyue saw Sheng Xingzhou standing by the bed in a daze: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the flowers." Sheng Xingzhou came back to his senses and replied.

Sang Jiyue walked over, gently touched the soft, bright red petals with her fingertips, and said with a smile, "Yes, the flowers I grow are super good."

"Ayue, there are a lot of beautiful flowers outside." Sheng Xingzhou turned his head and looked at Sang Jiyue, saying to her expectantly, "I'll change the flowers every day and put them on the windowsill for you, okay?"

"Sure." Sang Jiyue didn't think too much and said, "Then go find another vase to hold the flowers."

Sheng Xingzhou said, "If you throw away this rose, won't there be an empty bottle?"

"No." Sang Jiyue frowned: "This is my own."

"Can't we change to another one?" Sheng Xingzhou asked.

Sang Jiyue refused him without hesitation: "Don't touch my flowers. If the flowers die, you will die, Sheng Xingzhou."

Sheng Xingzhou snorted lightly and strode away.

Of course he wouldn't be angry for a flower and Sang Jiyue, so he went to make lunch.

…

The weather was getting colder and it started snowing outside like last year. Sang Jiyue needed Sheng Xingzhou even more.

Sheng Xingzhou cherished the time they spent together, especially since the heavy snow outside blocked the mountains and made transportation inconvenient, and Ji Xin was unable to bring back Jiang Wangxi's letter.

They had a happy and warm winter.

When everything came back to life in spring, Ji Xin brought Jiang Wangxi's letter again. When he could understand it, Sang Jiyue refused to let him read it.

Sheng Xingzhou felt that he was not treated as well as he was when he was a zombie. The weather turned warmer, the second bedroom was renovated after a long wait, and Sang Jiyue even kicked him out of the master bedroom.

However, although the spring was still chilly, he would occasionally find opportunities to hug her and warm her bed, and kiss her cold fingertips and palms. She seemed to be used to it and didn't say anything.

But when the summer weather got hot, Sheng Xingzhou completely fell out of favor. He was unable to be intimate with Sang Jiyue for the entire summer and even early autumn.

Sheng Xingzhou felt very sorry.

In fact, these are nothing. He believes that there is a long way to go. It is also fun to act like a spoiled child in front of Sang Jiyue occasionally. What really worries him is that his A Yue is not growing taller and fatter by eating as seriously as before.

Is it because the past year has been too hard?

As Dafu got older, his appetite became worse. He would find a place to sleep all day long. No matter how many ways he cooked dog food, the dog would not eat more.

Sang Jiyue is like her dog, sleepy and has a poor appetite.

It is true that Dafu is aging, as he is almost fourteen years old; but Sang Jiyue will only be twenty next month, so she is still very young and it shouldn't be like this.

Sheng Xingzhou mentioned more than once that he wanted to go to the nearby base with Sang Jiyue to see a doctor, but Sang Jiyue refused every time, saying that she knew her condition.

All the medicines that Sang Jiyue had collected in the past came in handy. She would take at least five different kinds of medicine for every meal to maintain her energy for the whole day.

Sheng Xingzhou felt panicked. Sang Jiyue was sick and she was trying hard to get treatment, but there seemed to be no improvement.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, and today is Sang Jiyue's birthday.

Sang Jiyue was lazy all day long, and the pain didn't affect her mood. Seeing Sheng Xingzhou's sad face, she tried to comfort him: "Don't be unhappy. I saw you smiling all day long before, but now you have such a sad face all day long. I'm not used to it."

She continued, "I used to take medicine every day, but I stopped for a while after the apocalypse. Don't be surprised, it's normal."

There was still some time before the two-year deadline, and Sang Jiyue had no intention of telling Sheng Xingzhou now that she would not live past the age of twenty.

If Sheng Xingzhou knew about this, he would definitely take her to the hospital immediately, but it was useless and it was all a waste of time. Besides, she didn't like going to the base.

"This isn't normal!" Sheng Xingzhou took a deep breath and asked her, "Did something happen during this time in your previous life?"

Aren’t they all far away from the protagonists? Why is Sang Jiyue still unfortunate and plagued by illness?

Sang Jiyue thought about it, and for a moment she couldn't remember what she was doing at this time in her previous life. It was true that she had lived in comfort for too long...

"Today is my birthday." She remembered and said with a smile: "Qiao Qiao and I shared a small cake without cream and spent the day together."

"Cake?" Sheng Xingzhou said immediately, "I can make it too. I'll make it and add lots of cream for you."

The recipe he asked Ji Xin to bring him was useful all the time.

Sheng Xingzhou seemed to have found something to do again.

Sang Jiyue leaned back in the recliner and rested for a while. He felt refreshed and thought about taking the dog for a walk.

"Don't sleep, Dafu!" Sang Jiyue dragged Dafu out of his nest: "Let's go out for a walk."

Da Fu lazily raised his eyelids, wagged his tail and went out with her.

It is autumn now, and the mountains and fields are golden.

It was very quiet, with only the rustling of footsteps on the carpet of withered leaves.

When Sang Jiyue was playing with dead leaves, she suddenly heard the roar of a car engine. She looked up and saw that the car had stopped. The people in the car got out and walked towards her along the river bank.

She couldn't hide her surprise: "Brother, why are you here?"

Jiang Wangxi naturally knew where she lived, after all, they had been in contact for the past two years.

Two years have passed, and the tall and handsome man is still as charming as ever. His deep blue eyes are still like the vast and deep sea, reflecting her pale face clearly.

Jiang Wangxi smiled easily: "Didn't we say we'd meet when we're twenty? I agree to your agreement."

Although they separated in a hurry at that time.

Sang Jiyue muttered, "It's still early."

They hadn't met at this time in their previous life.

Mingming still has two months left with Sheng Xingzhou.

"Xiaoyue, don't you welcome me?" Jiang Wangxi asked her softly. He leaned down and looked her in the eye. "I didn't break my promise. You should keep your promise too."

He had tolerated her playing around outside for two years, and he wanted her for the next five, or six, seven, eight, or many, many years.

They can't keep missing out.