Chapter 17
Wen Jiuze was not in a hurry to get on the road. He drove slowly on the road and would provoke Xue Ling every once in a while. He would not be happy until Xue Ling screamed or hit him.
Since they met again, he had only pretended for three seconds, the three seconds when he called her Sister Ling, and then he got too lazy to pretend anymore, and his old illness resurfaced, revealing his true colors.
Xue Ling was so annoyed by him that she couldn't even sit quietly in the passenger seat for a while. She even missed the time a few days ago when she hadn't confessed.
At that time, Wen Jiuze would drive in silence, occasionally talking to herself, but he didn't necessarily require her to respond. It was so peaceful. But now it's much more annoying.
Moreover, given the fact that Wen Jiuze was not concentrating on driving, if there were no other cars on the road except theirs, a car accident would have happened in an instant.
Xue Ling, who was irritated by Wen Jiuze again, couldn't bear it anymore. She wrote on the writing board, poking the board and making it click.
"Stop arguing with me! Just focus on driving!"
Wen Jiuze took a look at what she had written and suddenly yawned.
He leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel, and said, "I'm so sleepy. If you have nothing to do, just yell at me. It will wake you up."
As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel sharply and the car went around a large truck that was blocking most of the street.
This time the wheels of the car pressed under the road, the car body shook, and almost fell into the ditch under the road. Wen Jiuze drove it out and got back on the road.
Xue Ling was so engrossed in writing that she didn't pay attention to the road conditions. She was so frightened by his sudden sharp turn that her heart almost started beating again. Looking at his lifeless look, she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to drive her away to commit suicide.
Wen Jiuze was fine driving before the apocalypse, at least he would obey traffic rules, but in the three years since the apocalypse, he has driven on all kinds of bad roads.
A wasteland with potholes and bumps, a mountain road covered with thorns, or the roof of a bungalow...even if it's not a road, he can drive through it.
Faced with this normal situation, with no zombies or people running out, no other cars blocking the road, and no major damage to the road, it is easy to drive the car like a plane.
Now that Xue Ling was the co-pilot, Wen Jiuze had already restrained himself.
In the previous two months, his cousin Dai Ying had been his driver in all their car convoys because Dai Ying couldn't stand the way he drove.
After thinking for a while, Xue Ling handed the writing board to Wen Jiuze. He looked at it and said, "Let you drive? Have you learned how to drive?"
Xue Ling: It won’t open.
She gets angry every time she thinks about it. She paid for the driving school, but before she could even start learning, a zombie wave broke out!
“I can learn,” she wrote.
Wen Jiuze suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore. He smiled and parked the car on the side of the road: "Okay, I'll teach you how to drive."
He seemed to find teaching her how to drive more interesting than driving himself, so he let Xue Ling sit in the driver's seat while he taught her how to drive.
His teaching was just a brief introduction, and then he let Xue Ling try it out directly.
...Is that all? Was it too brief? And it seemed different from what she had learned when she was preparing to learn how to drive. It omitted a lot of steps.
Ten minutes ago, Xue Ling was sitting in the passenger seat saying that she wanted to learn how to drive. Ten minutes later, she was sitting in the driver's seat and was forced to hit the road, her blue hands stiffly gripping the steering wheel.
Wen Jiuze urged from the side: "It's okay, just drive forward with confidence."
Xue Ling tried to follow the brief tutorial he had just given, doing it step by step, and taking a look at Wen Jiuze after each step.
He was still smiling and didn't remind her if she had done anything wrong. That expression made Xue Ling feel uneasy.
It feels like learning to drive in a driving school. It is said that the coaches in driving schools are very irritable and good at swearing.
Xue Ling was a little worried that if she made a mistake, Wen Jiu would laugh at her.
But he didn't. Whether the car couldn't start, or it started and stopped, or it rushed out suddenly, or rushed diagonally down the road, he always said, "Don't be afraid, just keep driving."
As he shouted "Keep going, keep going", Xue Ling successfully drove the car into the field below the road, crushing a large area of weeds as tall as a person.
Wen Jiu was so happy that he drove the car back to the road from the field and gave the driver's seat to Xue Ling.
"You'll get used to it after a while. Come on."
Xue Ling took driving lessons seriously and soon became quite good at it. But when he saw her dark red eyes staring at the road ahead nervously, concentrating so much that she forgot everything around her, Wen Jiuze couldn't help but reach out and scratch the back of her head.
Xue Ling really wanted the coach to stop disturbing the driver, but she didn't dare to take her eyes off the road ahead, so she performed a zombie-like gesture in an unpleasant manner.
There were several abandoned cars on the street ahead. I guess they had been in a traffic accident in the past, and they were all squeezed together, leaving only enough space for one car to pass.
In order to prevent the car from being hit by the abandoned vehicles on both sides, Xue Ling was extremely careful.
Xue Ling was just about to relax after finally passing this section of road when suddenly a figure emerged from behind the car and rushed onto the road.
Xue Ling subconsciously turned the steering wheel, and the car avoided the figure and rushed to the side, but failed to brake in time and hit an abandoned truck.
The moment of collision, Xue Ling's eyes went dark and her head was pressed into Wen Jiuze's arms.
Fortunately, Wen Jiuze's car had been modified and only the hood was slightly flattened.
Xue Ling struggled out of Wen Jiuze's arms, saw that he was fine, and looked at the figure on the road.
It was not a living person, but a zombie. It had been behind an abandoned car and jumped onto the road after hearing the sound.
Wen Jiuze looked into his arms, thinking Xue Ling was frightened. As soon as he touched her head, Xue Ling pushed him aside.
She pushed open the car door and got out. Wen Jiuze, who was caught off guard and fell on the passenger seat, saw her rush to the zombie angrily and kick him down.
Wen Jiuzhe: "..."
The zombie only reacts to living people. It is indifferent to its own kind. Xue Ling rushed over, beat and kicked it, and finally it rolled into a ditch on the side of the road.
On Xue Ling's first day of driving lessons, Wen Jiuze discovered that she seemed to have road rage.
Because on the rest of the way, if he touched Xue Ling and disturbed her driving, she would yell in anger.
Xue Ling: Don’t you love hearing zombies scream? I’ll let you hear enough!
After all, there was some effect. In the back, Wen Jiuze became much more obedient and even took a nap in the car with his arms folded.
After Xue Ling had driven far enough, the car stopped near a rural-urban junction.
Wen Jiuze got out of the car, picked up the tools, and started hammering at the slumped hood to fix the car. Thinking of Xue Ling's appearance on the road, he couldn't help laughing.
Xue Ling felt very tired, so she sat down beside him with her knees hugged to relax. She saw Wen Jiuze acting like a lunatic, repairing the car and stopping every now and then to laugh, but she didn't know what he was laughing at.
Isn't it funny that the car was almost crashed?
Wen Jiuze was busy until very late before he started to eat his dinner, which was some compressed biscuits that were easy to eat and could fill the stomach quickly.
Xue Ling watched him eat these every day and wondered whether eating like this could provide him with the necessary nutrients.
Look carefully, isn't Wen Jiuze's profile too thin?
"This area should have been cleaned up. Are we going to sleep outside tonight? It's too stuffy in the car." Wen Jiuze quickly finished his meal, cleaned up, and said to Xue Ling.
He took something down from the luggage rack on the roof of the car, and when Xue Ling unfolded it, he discovered that it was a folding bunk bed.
Just unfold it next to the car, put the cushion on it and lie down on it.
Zombies don't need to sleep, but they can have a comfortable place to lie down, which is also a kind of rest for the mind.
Xue Ling walked over and lay down next to Wen Jiuze.
Wen Jiuze hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, so he fell asleep very quickly today. Xue Ling heard his heavy breathing and also... the buzzing of mosquitoes.
In the wild, mosquitoes are inevitable in this season.
Zombies don't attract mosquitoes, so all the mosquitoes go to bite Wen Jiuze.
Xue Ling recalled that in the past, she and Wen Jiuze went out for a walk at night. She was easily attracted by mosquitoes, and when she walked next to Wen Jiuze, the mosquitoes would bite her instead of Wen Jiuze.
Now, hahahaha, things are changing!
Found another benefit of being a zombie: no mosquito bites!
Hearing Wen Jiuze slapping a mosquito on his arm, Xue Ling laughed happily: "Hahahaha!"
Xue Ling's voice was very soft. Wen Jiuze hugged her in a daze and asked in a sleepy voice, "Did you get bit by mosquitoes again? Go back to the car and sleep..."
He didn't finish his words when he suddenly came to his senses. He was silent for a while before rubbing his forehead and saying, "Forget it. Now there won't be any mosquitoes biting you."
Xue Ling: “…”
The atmosphere turned sad and I suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
Wen Jiuze said this, but soon fell asleep again.
This portable simple bed frame is not very big, and Wen Jiuze's feet will easily fall to the ground if he is not careful.
But he still slept soundly. He didn't wake up even when bitten by mosquitoes in the second half of the night, and he was even too lazy to reach out to slap them.
He seemed to be accustomed to falling asleep in all kinds of uncomfortable and bad environments.
In the dim morning light, Xue Ling saw a flower-legged mosquito resting on his cheek.
She stretched out her hand to hit him, and when she did, she saw dark red blood vessels on the back of her blue hand, and pointed black nails.
After a moment's hesitation, the mosquito flew away and Xue Ling slowly put his hand back.
It was a new day, so they were not in a hurry to leave and planned to visit the nearby urban-rural junction.
There are no living people there now. It can be seen that few people pass by here on ordinary days. The houses facing the street are covered with a layer of dust.
There are food and lodging shops converted from private houses here. Most of the guests are former truck drivers. There are car repair and tire repair shops nearby, as well as small supermarkets and small shops. It is full of rustic and simple feeling.
Places like supermarkets and grocery stores must have been emptied long ago, and even the shelves are broken.
Wen Jiuze and Xue Ling did not go to these places. The experienced Wen Jiuze chose a two-story building far away from the main street.
This was the only house on this street with its door tightly closed, unlike the other houses whose doors had been smashed open.
It's obvious that there must be zombies locked up in here.
"I don't think anyone has ransacked this room. Do you want to go take a look?" Wen Jiuze asked.
Xue Ling nodded.
Wen Jiuze had a gun on his waist and was using tools to pry the lock. Just as he was about to open the door, his clothes were pulled by Xue Ling behind him.
Hearing the nine words, he turned back.
Xue Ling pointed to a place outside the door and asked him to stand there.
Wen Jiuze followed her instructions and stood where she pointed: "What?"
Xue Ling pointed at himself and then pointed inside the house, indicating that he would go up and asked him to wait at the door. Then he pushed the door open and went in.
Wen Jiuze stood at the door listening to the zombies' cries inside. He looked out and saw Xue Ling grabbing a zombie's clothes in the living room and pushing it into the toilet and locking it up.
He squatted where Xue Ling pointed and played with the dagger, thinking, this is also a gigolo.
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