Zombie Nine×Human Bell
In the early morning of October, the large fields outside the base were covered with a thin layer of fog.
Wen Jiuze sat in the car and watched Xue Ling talking to a young woman. That was her cousin, the daughter of her uncle.
Xue Ling said that her relationship with her stepsister was not very good, but her relationship with her cousin was quite good, after all, they grew up together.
Wen Jiuze watched them argue for a while, and the cousin looked disapproving and said something very quickly, probably trying to persuade Xue Ling.
Will she be persuaded to go back? Wen Jiuze was not sure. Xue Ling had this problem before and could not stand others' repeated requests and persuasions.
But this time, Xue Ling quickly pulled away the hand that was being held by her cousin, pointed at the big box at her feet, waved, and ran away from the field.
She experienced the end of the world, and she seems to have changed a little compared to two years ago... She must have suffered a lot.
Xue Ling returned to the car in the cold mist outside: "I've handed all the things to my cousin, we can go now."
She started the car without looking back at the base.
When the car drove onto the main road, Xue Ling suddenly said, "My cousin said that my mother and aunt didn't sleep all night last night. They were very sad and worried about me."
So? You feel soft-hearted and guilty? Wen Jiuze thought.
"But strangely, I wasn't as sad as I thought. I even felt a little happy," Xue Ling said.
"In my more than 20 years of life, every time they praised me, they said I was sensible and obedient..."
The sound of a pen scratching on paper was heard nearby. A moment later, Wen Jiuze handed over a notebook with the words "It sounds so pitiful" written on it.
Xue Ling was not angry. She smiled and said, "Yes, it is a bit pitiful."
As we were talking, the car had already driven onto the main road. Many of the trees planted along the road for greening had been cut down and used as firewood last winter, and only two or three were left.
Xue Ling opened the window a little, and a cool breeze blew into the car with a sweet fragrance.
"I smell the fragrance of osmanthus. It turns out that the osmanthus flowers are blooming?" Xue Ling said in surprise.
Wen Jiuze placed the notebook on his knees and drew some scribbles.
"The osmanthus flowers have bloomed a long time ago, did you just realize it now?" he wrote.
Xue Ling stopped the car, went to the roadside and picked a small branch of osmanthus, and handed it to Wen Jiuze: "Take it."
For the rest of the journey, the sweet scent of osmanthus lingered in the car.
"Do you still want to travel?" Xue Ling asked.
No, she's not going - she's so thin, and if she keeps running around outside, she'll look more like a corpse than him.
"It's too cold to travel."
It is suitable to nestle in a warm room and fall asleep, and then eat and drink well to gain weight.
The two discussed it and decided to find a place to stay temporarily.
This temporary residence has its own requirements. It cannot be too close to the base to avoid scavenging teams passing by frequently. Many scavenging teams nowadays are also part-time robbers, and they may rob lone people they meet on the road.
If Xue Ling was alone, she would hide away from people. Now that there is a zombie around her, she has to avoid people even more.
In the past, it was for one’s own safety, but now it is for the safety of others’ lives.
"Why don't we find a remote little village to live in?" Xue Ling said.
The person who was most familiar with the surrounding area was Xue Ling. She followed the scavengers and toured the surrounding area. She also went to many places on the way from Yu City to Xiu'an Base.
She quickly chose a spot.
It was a small village with few people before the end of the world. After the end of the world, it became a deserted village. At the foot of the mountain, there is a small courtyard that was newly built a few years ago. It has a very high wall and is still connected to the tap water from the mountain.
What Xue Ling was most satisfied with was that there was an osmanthus tree with a large crown in the yard. It was a golden osmanthus tree and its flowers were also golden and brilliant.
She chose this place, and Wen Jiuze had no objection, and moved the boxes of things from the car downstairs.
Xue Ling told him where to put the things, and took out a broom and rag to clean up. For a moment, several images suddenly flashed through his mind.
It was also she and Wen Jiu who cleaned up the room, moved things, and built a water pressure well and stove in a country house.
"Huh?" Xue Ling stopped and recalled the scenes that just flashed by. They seemed familiar, yet also a little different.
"Wen Jiuze, it just occurred to me that we have cleaned up the yard like this before, just like what we are doing now has been done before."
Wen Jiuze was too lazy to get a notebook, so he drew on the spot in the yard: "This is called the Tyndall effect."
Xue Ling: “…”
"Do you think I'm a fool? That's clearly called the hippocampus effect!" Xue Ling couldn't remember what it was called at first, but after listening to Wen Jiuze's nonsense, she suddenly remembered.
That didn't actually happen; it was the brain's secondary memory and association, but it felt a bit strange.
After simply tidying up the room where he would stay tonight, Xue Ling went to look at the kitchen.
Wen Jiuze had just come to the kitchen to check it out, and had dragged out a zombie with its head chopped off and buried it.
Xue Ling opened the doors and windows wide to allow for ventilation, cleaned the house with water, and then cooked her first meal in the new home.
She cooked rice and added luncheon meat, canned beef, and a few green and yellow oranges she picked from the roadside.
Because it was dark, Xue Ling lit a few red candles she found in the house to use for lighting.
Wen Jiuze sat opposite her, took a look at the candle, and wrote: "You are really particular. Seeing that I couldn't eat anything, you specially lit two candles for me to offer."
Xue Ling: “…”
Her mouth was bulging. She snatched the notebook and pen from Wen Jiuze's hand, swallowed the rice in her mouth and said, "I will deprive you of your right to speak for half an hour!"
Don't let her hit him during such a nice dinner time.
As for whether Wen Jiuze could eat something, he said: "What can a dead person eat? If you really want to show your love, you can set up an altar for me in the house, offer some canned fruit, and burn some paper for me."
Xue Ling never discussed this topic with him again.
When half an hour was up, Wen Jiuze took the notebook and wrote, "I observed again, this is not a candle, it looks more like a wedding candle."
"Tell me, if we get married in this situation, would it be considered a ghost marriage?"
Xue Ling's expression was indescribable: "If you have nothing to do, go and work. There is still a lot of work to do at home. I will mute you for another hour."
She handed over the notebook, returned to her room, and began to write the list by light.
"Here's the list for you. Look for it tomorrow and bring back more. Got it?"
It's your turn to support your family.
"Aren't you going with me?" Wen Jiuze took the list, looked at it, and wrote.
Xue Ling said, "Okay, I'll go with you, and then you bring the stuff back. I'll stay in the mall forever?"
Wen Jiuzhe: "..."
Xue Ling: "When we left, there was one zombie for each person. When we came back, guess what? There were two zombies!"
Wen Jiu wrote: "Learn how to talk like me?"
So you also know how you usually speak?
Xue Ling patted him and said, "Don't worry. As long as you can't see me, nothing will happen to me."
"The house is still a mess. I have to stay and clean it up tomorrow."
Wen Jiu wrote: "Aren't you afraid of being alone?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I often work alone, scavenge for rubbish, and hunt zombies alone."
"Then I'll go tonight." Wen Jiuzhe wrote.
Xue Ling grabbed his clothes and said, "...No, let's go tomorrow morning."
Wen Jiuze made a sound in his throat. If he was a normal person, he would have been unable to hold back his laughter.
Following her strength, Wen Jiuze also lay down on the prepared bed.
Xue Ling had anticipated this and took away his pen and paper, not allowing him to continue speaking. Then she wrapped herself up in the quilt like a cocoon, leaned against Wen Jiuze, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
When Xue Ling went to scavenge, she would also stay outside at night. However, she would always sleep very alertly, always on edge, and would get up immediately at the slightest noise.
It is always difficult to sleep soundly in an unfamiliar place.
But perhaps she subconsciously knew that Wen Jiuze was beside her, so she didn't wake up once the whole night.
Although the "cold and hard" ex-boyfriend is no longer as hot and capable of warming the bed as before, he still plays a role in stabilizing the house.
Xue Ling got up early and rushed Wen Jiuze out to go shopping before he had breakfast.
"Go out early and come back early."
Wen Jiuze came back at almost dark that night, which was later than Xue Ling expected.
All the things on the list given to him were found, and many things that were not on the list were also brought back.
He even got a diesel generator and a few barrels of diesel.
“Convenient,” he wrote. “You can use the electric blanket at night.”
She couldn't sleep warmly at night and her legs were curled up.
Xue Ling didn't agree: "No, I'll just fill a hot water bottle."
It was too early to use the electric blanket, and Wen Jiuze was lying next to her. Xue Ling was afraid that he would be roasted dry.
What if it really becomes roasted bacon?
However, Xue Ling still liked many of the small electrical appliances he brought back, and the small desk lamp was just right for her use.
"Did you take the paper and pen I asked you to take? The large-format sketchbook and the thick-tipped marker."
Xue Ling took out a new notebook and pen from the car and solemnly handed them to Wen Jiuze before going to bed at night.
"You don't need to sleep at night anyway. Come here. This pen and paper will be more convenient for you to write. Use it tonight and write down the reasons why you broke up and what happened after the apocalypse. I'll read it tomorrow morning."
Xue Ling lay down on the bed holding the hot water bottle: "Good night."
Wen Jiuzhe: "..."
Is this a settlement for the breakup two years ago, or revenge for reading her diary?
Xue Ling closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. With the light from the small desk lamp, she saw Wen Jiuze standing for a while, then sitting down at the table and starting to brew.
It depends on how you write it!
Xue Ling waited and waited, and slowly fell asleep while smelling the faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance outside the window.
The next day she opened her eyes: “…………”
"What is this?" Xue Ling murmured, completely awake, sitting up and staring at the wall opposite the bed.
Before going to bed, the white wall was covered with words. The black and red words were interlaced, and she thought it was haunted at first glance...or it could be said to be haunted.
No living person could do such a thing.
"Wen Jiuze! Wen Jiuze, what are you doing?!" Xue Ling didn't see Wen Jiuze in the house, so she pushed the door open and found Wen Jiuze outside fiddling with the generator to connect to the power supply.
"There are too many words, and the notebook is small, so it's hard to write. The wall happened to be empty, so I wrote on it." Wen Jiuze said, "I will paint the wall white after you finish reading it."
Xue Ling: “…”
Is it because he has become a zombie that his brain circuits have become more bizarre than when he was alive?
She returned to her room in silence and looked at the black and red words on the wall that looked like ghosts.
It's dizzying, where should I start?
"Wen Jiuze, how did you write this? Where do you start reading?"
How come there are sentences on the left and on the right, with beginnings at the top, bottom, left and right, and some words inserted in the gaps, making it look fragmented?
Wen Jiuze came in with his hands smelling of diesel. He stared at the messy wall for a while and said, "I write wherever I have time. Now I can't find the beginning. You can try to write."
This guy simply doesn't want to explain so he's making things difficult for her!
Okay, okay. Xue Ling didn't even have breakfast. She sat against the wall with a notebook and wrote down every sentence.
This sentence "Wen Xuan is a fool, Wen Xiang is also a fool" is full of personal emotions, written in large letters, and can be seen at a glance.
The sentence "On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, I heard that my grandfather had died suddenly. It was a good thing and worth celebrating, so I took the lead in setting off fireworks in the old house" was also written in a very large font.
"My mother died, I couldn't make it, a zombie appeared, and I was trapped in the hospital." This sentence was written very small.
"I regret it." It was also written very small and without a beginning or an end. I don't know what he regretted.
Xue Ling also saw a line of vertically written address: a certain number on a certain road in a certain county in a certain city. Xue Ling thought about it but couldn't remember what was special about this address. She couldn't help but wonder what happened to Wen Jiuze here.
"Wen Jiuze, what is this address?" she went to ask Wen Jiuze.
Wen Jiuze took a look, took the notebook, wrote a line of words and handed it to her. Xue Ling took a look and saw that it said: "Last night, Wu Liao saw a blank space on the wall and copied the production address of the pencil case."
Xue Ling, who had made up many stories in his mind, said: "..."
Xue Ling did not do any work that day. He just sat there and made sentences with words facing the wall. When he felt annoyed, he would go and give Wen Jiuze a hammer and punch him twice.
Finally, I picked out a diary of Wen Jiuzhe that contained very little useful information for her.
Xue Ling and Wen Jiuze painted the wall white together: "Rewrite it, rewrite it for me!"
Wen Jiuze took a brush and wrote on the wall: "Continue writing on the wall?"
Xue Ling: "You write! I'll let you write enough!"
She painted several blackboards inside and outside the house.
Then the next morning, she found a fill-in-the-blank question written on the blackboard.
"What do you mean, you want me to fill in the blanks? I'm doing the exercises for you."
From then on, every night before Xue Ling closed her eyes and fell asleep, she would guess what Wen Jiuze would do the next morning.
It's puzzling, how can a dead man come back to life like this?
"Don't worry if you don't see me, I'm going to the mountains." This is used as a message board.
"Don't get angry, a harmonious family will bring prosperity." This is practicing calligraphy.
"It's snowing heavily, hurry up and see!"
It's snowing? Xue Ling happily ran to the window and opened it. The sun was shining brightly outside, without a single drop of snow.
——This is deceiving.
"Hear! Nine! Articles!" Xue Ling leaned over the windowsill and shouted.
At this time, there were still two months before the convoy that would pick up Wen Yi from the northern base passed by here.
(over)
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