Chapter 7: One wave after another
On the ridges of the fields in winter, you can faintly smell the fragrance of green grass.
After getting in the car, Zhao Nanyu was in a bad mood.
Chen Zhou took over the driving job and swapped seats with Chen's father.
Chen Xun held her head against his chest, covered her eyes with his palms, and said softly, "Go to sleep for a while. Everyone has their own destiny."
The warmth from the man gave her a full sense of security, and she fell into a deep sleep in a daze.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already halfway there, but the car was out of battery again.
This time I was not so lucky, the car stalled in the middle of nowhere.
Zhao Nanyu regretted not taking the spare power box from Liujia Village.
One bad thing happens, then another bad thing happens.
Chen Zhou’s wife could not be contacted, and all communication devices showed no signal.
Several people prepared to walk.
Zhao Nanyu suspected he was still asleep. He calmed his head and repeated uncertainly, "Are you serious? Walking 150 kilometers?"
The one who answered her was Chen Xun who picked up her cross-body bag and hung it around her neck.
Brother, actually she thinks that it is enough to share happiness, but there is no need to share difficulties.
Chen Xun saw through her little tricks.
He leaned in closer and whispered a warning, "No using of super powers."
Humph, Zhao Nanyu pushed him away, and silently shed tears in her heart while stroking the gasoline car and shared bicycle she placed in her space.
Furious, she turned around and kicked the innocent tram several times.
Three suitcases, two backpacks, and a snakeskin bag, it takes you back to the pre-liberation era in a second.
The wet ground after snowfall increases the resistance of the trunk gears.
Chen Xun and Chen Zhou were carrying backpacks and pushing suitcases, and their strength was depleted very quickly.
“Gurgle…”
The few of them ate a pancake baked by Chen's mother at home all day long, and the laughter in their stomachs could make a song.
Gritting my teeth, an hour later.
His feet were sore and his limbs were numb. Zhao Nanyu didn't want to walk anymore. He just squatted on the ground and ate melon seeds.
No matter how small a sesame seed is, a melon seed kernel is still meat.
"If you can't walk, don't hold us back."
"It's more about failure than success."
"Let's go, let's go. Don't worry about her. Ah Xun, you little brat, where are you going?"
Zhao Nanyu cleaned his ears and found earwax.
Just then, something seemed to move in the bushes, getting closer and closer to them. Whoosh...
A smelly skull crawled out of the gutter, frightening Chen's mother so much that she became speechless for a second and her ears became quiet in an instant.
Chen Xun handsomely took off his backpack and threw it at him, then pulled out the hammer tied around his waist and beat him to death.
Something is wrong.
He only needs to hit the zombies in the city three times before their heads explode.
How come this country zombie only had a crack on its skull after being hit seven or eight times?
Oh no, has the virus mutated again?
The hammer fell during the fight with the zombies, and a kitchen knife flew over and accurately stabbed into the crack, splitting the head in half.
Zhao Nanyu slowly took out the kitchen knife from the zombie wreckage and smiled bloodthirstily at Chen's mother, "Auntie, were you talking about me just now?"
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Shuxia, wake up."
The pretty girl looked at the fainted Chen's mother with an innocent look on her face, and muttered to herself: This auntie fainted so suddenly?
The sky was dark, and Chen Xun found a secluded open space and decided to rest for a night before continuing.
No tent, no heater, no blanket.
Thinking of the things in her space, Zhao Nanyu held up his chin and cried, saying that he had to endure the hardship without any effort.
All the dry food they brought from home was eaten up, and only some biscuits and small breads bought for the New Year were left, and they had no choice.
Zhao Nanyu glanced at Chen Xun's hand. There were only five biscuits in total. There was no way he could be full.
Why does it feel like it’s only been two days since the end of the world, and he’s already lost weight?
A sudden inspiration came to me: add more food, I must add more food.
"Chen Xun, I need to go to the bathroom."
After walking about 800 meters, a light-colored floral tablecloth appeared in front of me.
Sweet and sour spare ribs?
Braised pork?
Hand-shredded cabbage?
Tomato and egg soup?
Two more bowls of steaming rice?
Chen Xun's mouth was full of oil as he ate. In one word, it was delicious.
Zhao Nanyu pouted proudly and said, "You little bastard, that's all you can do."
He touched his bulging belly and returned to the three people.
Chen's father and mother put a blanket on the wet ground, put on a down jacket and covered themselves with a cotton coat, and prepared to go to sleep.
Chen Xun was helping Chen Zhou fiddle with his phone, tablet, and computer, when he accidentally burped.
Meat?
Bitch Chen's nose was moving, sniffing up and down, left and right.
"Do you smell sweet and sour pork ribs?"
"Mom, you're dreaming. Lie down and sleep quickly. Dreams can be anything."
Chen Xun licked his teeth and swallowed it all.
“Puff.”
Zhao Nanyu chuckled and angrily stuck out his lips at Chen Xun, who was lying without thinking and calmly, and happened to meet Chen Xun's gaze.
The two people were boredly comparing whose eyes were bigger, neither of them giving in.
Chen's mother pulled up her clothes to cover her eyes, unable to bear to watch.
It was also the first time for me to sleep while sitting in the wilderness.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and people are about to freeze to death.
Sleeping on Chen Xun's legs?
Sleeping on Chen Xun's shoulder?
Sleeping in Chen Xun's arms?
I took out all my warm clothes and covered them both with it, but it was still so cold.
"If you don't sleep, we still have to sleep." The frequent walking sounds annoyed Chen's mother.
Seeing that her voice was shaking as she spoke, Zhao Nanyu stopped moving.
Chen Xun hugged her tighter. How come his hands were colder than hers?
The next day, except for her, all four members of the Chen family had a fever.
Forget about hurrying, I can't even stand up.
This situation seems so familiar.
This snow, this weather, and this fever are all very strange.
She took out some antipyretic medicine from her messenger bag, gave it to a few people, and then ran away with the bag.
"I've known for a long time that she is a heartless person."
"Axun, look at this. You risked your life to get her back, but she just ran away without even looking back."
The limp mother Chen kept chattering, but Chen Xun didn't say anything, his eyes full of gloom.
Father Chen, who had a splitting headache, angrily shouted: "Stop talking. You're sick and you still can't stop."
Chen Zhou packed his luggage silently with a 40-degree headache. His wife and son were still waiting for him, and he couldn't fall down.
Two hours later.
Zhao Nanyu ran back covered in dust carrying a pile of things, but everyone was gone.
Seeing that there was no one around, he moved the things back into the space.
When she took out the oil truck to chase after him, she suddenly slapped herself on the forehead.
She is stupid. Why not just say that she robbed someone else's car? Then all the things would make sense.
It was all for nothing that she had to hide in the woods for more than two hours, and she was almost going bald from thinking of excuses.
Turn the key, the engine is in place, the accelerator is in place, the steering wheel is in place, and the beautiful fairy driver is in place.
Set off.
Wait, little Xunxun’s baby is here.
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