Night Talk
At Zhao Li's invitation, Sheng Xingzhou secretly glanced at Sang Jiyue. She happened to be looking at him, with a gentle smile in her wet eyes, which was extremely deceptive.
Sheng Xingzhou hurriedly tried to pull his hand out, but Sang Jiyue used so much force that her sharp nails nearly dug into the back of his hand. He coughed dryly, stopped moving, and replied to Zhao Li: "Brother Zhao is right. Fighting alone in the apocalypse is indeed too dangerous. I am willing to join your team."
"I'm glad you think so." Zhao Li nodded in satisfaction, looked at Sang Jiyue several more times, and then asked, "Brother, what's your name?"
He briefly introduced his name.
I didn't ask Sang Jiyue's name before because there was no need.
Sheng Xingzhou was about to speak when Sang Jiyue suddenly said while wiping her tears: "Brother Sang Huai, do you really want to go with them to fight the zombies? It's very dangerous outside, I'm scared..."
Zhao Li: "What are you afraid of? I didn't ask you to go."
Sheng Xingzhou glanced at Sang Jiyue. Although he was puzzled, he tactfully said nothing more and lightly put his arm around her to coax her.
It is safe outside now. The zombies have been attracted away by people who are collecting supplies in other places. They stopped in front of the steps of a nearby shop. Sheng Xingzhou finally pulled out his hand. There were several eye-catching nail marks on the back of his hand.
With nails that hard, it would be terrible if it turned into a zombie.
Sang Jiyue asked, "Where is Dafu?"
"The next move is very dangerous, so I've placed Dafu in an empty house nearby. I've left some dog food and water for you, so don't worry."
Sang Jiyue glanced at him and said, "Do you still know the danger? You didn't even run away from the battlefield."
"I think your perception of me might be a little distorted. Do you think I'm a coward?"
Sang Jiyue didn't say it explicitly, but simply said, "Those scumbags are much scarier than me."
After all, she would not violate Sheng Xingzhou.
Sheng Xingzhou felt that Sang Jiyue's perception of him was also biased, but he didn't say anything. He only asked, "What should we do next?"
"Do as they say." Sang Jiyue said calmly.
"Okay." Sheng Xingzhou agreed without asking why. He just talked about Sang Jiyue's illness: "You... do you like to run around when you're sick?"
Sang Jiyue corrected him: "It was my mother who told me to run, not to run around randomly."
Hearing those two words from Sang Jiyue's mouth again, Sheng Xingzhou was silent for a moment. When he lowered his head, he saw that she was wearing a pair of slippers that didn't fit her feet well. Her fair feet were dirty and seemed to have some blood on them.
Sheng Xingzhou took out mineral water and ointment and handed them to Sang Jiyue. She only took the bottle of mineral water, sat on the steps to rinse her feet, and then scooped a lump of ointment and applied it to the wound on the sole of her foot with an expressionless face.
Sheng Xingzhou squatted aside and watched, looking a little anxious: "Be gentle."
After hearing this, Sang Jiyue glanced at him and felt puzzled.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Sang Jiyue stretched out her legs, waiting for the ointment on her feet to be absorbed.
"Then why don't you say it?"
"Will it stop hurting if I tell you?" Sang Jiyue said in a flat voice, "You're so noisy, it's annoying just listening to you."
Sheng Xingzhou took out his fan and fanned her feet, hoping to make the ointment dry faster: "I don't find it annoying. Do you find it annoying when others cry out in pain?"
Sang Jiyue paused and ignored him.
Because she was the one being annoyed before.
The ointment on her feet dried up quickly, and Sang Jiyue put on her socks and went back in her sneakers.
Shortly after this, Sheng Xingzhou and Zhao Li and others set out to collect supplies. They were obviously worried about Song Ling, so they left someone to guard her here.
They turned back in the afternoon. After lunch, they planned to go back to JuFu Shopping Mall. However, it was still quite a distance away from JuFu Shopping Mall. After nightfall, they drove to a dilapidated residential building and stopped.
This place had obviously been cleared out, and the nearby zombie corpses had bullet holes on them, making it easy to guess that there was a military presence nearby. In addition to those struggling to survive, a considerable number of people had also entered the survivor base and were protected.
Because of the obvious relationship between Sang Jiyue and Sheng Xingzhou, they were assigned to the same room when they rested at night.
Sheng Xingzhou seemed a little at a loss staying in the small space with Sang Jiyue, but Sang Jiyue obviously didn't treat him as a member of the opposite sex. She opened the old wardrobe and went in and out.
Sang Jiyue's face didn't look good.
Sheng Xingzhou looked up and saw that all the clothes inside had been thrown out by Sang Jiyue. It was now empty, but a few cockroach corpses fell out from somewhere.
Sheng Xingzhou immediately and considerately went over and threw the body out of the window, saying in a brisk voice, "It's clean now, come in."
"Are you happy to have a bed all to yourself?" Sang Jiyue said calmly.
"What else?"
very good.
Her current situation wasn't so bad that she had to sleep in a closet full of dead cockroaches. She stood by the bed, looking at Sheng Xingzhou, her meaning self-evident.
Sheng Xingzhou looked at the soft bed reluctantly, then hugged the quilt and started sleeping on the floor.
The room was dimly lit, with only moonlight filtering in from the open window. Sheng Xingzhou wasn't sleepy yet. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sang Jiyue leaning against the headboard, seemingly not intending to sleep either.
"The bullet holes on the zombies around here are clearly fresh, which suggests the military is stationed nearby." Sang Jiyue spoke softly in the darkness, "Tomorrow when we set out to collect supplies, find a chance to leave the group and report Jufu Mall to the military."
In her previous life, she had heard about the aftermath of the Ju Fu Mall. It was eventually discovered and cleared out by the military, and the elderly, weak, women and children inside were rescued.
I just heard that the leader of the Qinglong Gang fled with this confidant, and some troubles were caused later, but it was not a big deal, because they all died in the end anyway.
It just so happened that the military was nearby at this time, and Sang Jiyue didn't mind letting those scum die sooner.
Sheng Xingzhou heard from Zhao Li today that they would collect the last batch of supplies tomorrow, and they would be able to arrive at Ju Fu Mall tomorrow afternoon. After that, it would probably not be easy to leave Ju Fu Mall.
He immediately nodded and said he would ensure the completion of the task.
"Sister Yue, will you stay here tomorrow? Nothing happened today, right?"
Sang Jiyue is going to do something big with Song Ling tomorrow.
I didn’t plan to bring Sheng Xingzhou with me.
This kind of guy, who is so simple that he is almost stupid and has never experienced any setbacks, will only be soft-hearted and do bad things if you bring him along.
Sang Jiyue said calmly, "You can take your time tomorrow. There's no rush. After all, your mission is extremely important."
"Do you value me so much now?" Sheng Xingzhou said happily after hearing this.
Sang Jiyue: "..."
I'm giving you some face and you're still gasping for breath, you idiot.
Sang Jiyue ignored him, but he didn't find it strange. He said happily, "Sister Yue, I find that a knife is indeed more useful than a stick. Can you lend me your dagger for two more days?"
"Where's my backpack?"
"Here, your little schoolbag." Sheng Xingzhou threw it to her.
Sang Jiyue took it and found that the missing medicine inside had been replenished. She unzipped the inner pocket, took out another dagger and threw it to Sheng Xingzhou.
Her calm tone lacked any emotion: "It's rare that you want to use a knife. That's great. I'll give it to you."
Sang Jiyue took two of them at that time, and threw the other cold weapons into the pile of zombies, leaving none for Sang Huai.
Sheng Xingzhou didn't expect that when Sang Jiyue went to the museum, she actually brought him a dagger. He held the heavy dagger, and a strange emotion passed through his heart.
The room fell silent.
Sheng Xingzhou gradually felt sleepy. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought of something. He opened his eyes and saw that Sang Jiyue was still sitting on the bed with no intention of lying down.
He looked at the night outside. It was already late. Sheng Xingzhou guessed, "Do you have to sleep in the closet?"
Sang Jiyue thought Sheng Xingzhou was already asleep.
Her insomnia is common, nothing surprising, and has nothing to do with whether there is a wardrobe or not.
Sheng Xingzhou got used to not getting a response, so he started talking again: "Actually, the bed is pretty good. Look, I'm sleeping here now. If someone wants to get close to you, they have to step over me. Then I'll definitely wake up, and then I can protect you."
Sang Jiyue: "..."
You can't wake up even when someone comes in. You have to wait for someone to step on you to wake up. Are you a screaming chicken?
She grumbled quietly.
"And the wardrobe is dangerous too. If it's pushed down from the front to the back, you'd be like being locked in a coffin. You'd be doomed."
"You're noisy. It's time to go to sleep." Sang Jiyue said expressionlessly. Why would anyone who could sleep stay up all night with her? She threatened: "Unless you want to die now."
Sheng Xingzhou finally calmed down and fell asleep quickly.
Listening to Sheng Xingzhou's even breathing, Sang Jiyue lay down on the bed. She curled up her body, missing the dry and warm embrace.
The night passed quickly.
When Sheng Xingzhou woke up again, Sang Jiyue was still sleeping soundly.
He stood up and stared at her, and found that the dark circles under her eyes had not faded.
In just a moment, Sang Jiyue opened his eyes.
Sheng Xingzhou said in panic: "Did I wake you up?"
"What are you looking at?"
"Look at you."
Sang Jiyue was not at all naive, she warned Sheng Xingzhou: "You still have a mission to do today, don't think about anything else."
Don't be obsessed with her beauty, it will be fruitless.
"What am I thinking?" Sheng Xingzhou was confused. "You're so powerful now, you can even read minds?"
Sang Jiyue remained calm: "Yes, I know what you are thinking."
What else could he think of besides her?
"Then guess what I'm thinking now?" Sheng Xingzhou boldly tested.
Sang Jiyue, who loves to scratch people, is a crazy little cat and a picky eater.
Sang Jiyue would never answer such a question that would cause him to misunderstand. If she said that he was thinking about her, wouldn't he be very proud?
She usually ignores Sheng Xingzhou.
Sheng Xingzhou thought he was talking to himself: "I knew you didn't know."
He plucked up the courage to curse her again in his heart.
She often ignores him after saying something. Don’t beg him to talk to her in the future, hum.
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