After making the decision to build a treehouse, Fu Hongyang did not hesitate and acted immediately.

He first carefully went in and out of the second floor, and moved out some of the furniture, tools, and utensils in the house, so as not to bury everything in it when the building collapsed.

Going in and out one by one, I was tired and sweaty, and finally moved out the things that should be moved out.

The sky was completely dark.

Doudou pooped and urinated in the tiled house, and Fu Hongyang shoveled out the with a shovel and threw it outside through the wall. I don't know if it hit a wandering zombie and let out a few rapid roars. In such a roar, Fu Hongyang himself squatted in the corner to solve his personal hygiene.

The toilet is outside the yard, and he can't go to it these days, so he solves it in the corner.

"When the treehouse is built, if you defecate directly on the tree, I wonder if it will pollute the quality of life in the upper canopy?" In a trance, he was still worried about his future life.

There was no electricity at night, I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't do anything.

Fu Hongyang could only lie down in the quilt early, but his spirit was very energetic and he couldn't sleep. The seeds found on the tree today, as well as the gradual fading of the haze, brought a glimmer of fervent hope to his numb post-disaster life.

I took out a mobile phone from under the pillow and wanted to turn it on, but the phone was completely dead.

This made Fu Hongyang extremely depressed, how advanced the world's science and technology are now, and how difficult it is to adapt after the disaster.

He wanted to find a photo and miss his parents and girlfriend, but he couldn't. Because all the photos are on the phone, on the Internet album, but not at home. I don't even have a pen at home, so I can't keep a diary.

A college student, I can't find a pen when I get home.

It's also sarcasm.

Goo-doo.

The stomach made a sound again, this is already the first time that I have reacted in my stomach after eating the black tree seeds. Although it didn't bring uncomfortable feelings, it kept ringing back and forth, which made him panic. I unconsciously thought of the monster parasitic in the human body in "Alien".

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided, don't think about it, sleep!"

……

There was the sound of Doudou's footsteps walking around in the house, the roars of zombies outside the house, and the sound of gurgling in his stomach.

I don't know how long it has been, but Fu Hongyang, who was in a daze, finally fell asleep.

Then he had a dream.

I dreamed that I became a black tree seed, growing on the branches of the tree, gently swaying with the wind. There was also a black tree seed next to it, although it looked like it was just an ordinary black tree seed, but he always thought it was a black dog bean. And the huge black tree is as warm as a mother.

As a black seed, he swayed, swayed, and swayed until he opened his eyes.

"Ahem."

The air was still filled with the smell of burnt smoke and a pungent choking throat.

The dim light shines through the glass window, illuminating the room, and when he squints for a moment, he finds the black dog Doudou crouching on the side of the bed, looking at him with his tongue out.

"It's dawn?"

"Wow!" Doudou wagged his tail vigorously, looking very energetic, and he couldn't tell that he was going to die half a day ago.

Fu Hongyang rubbed Doudou's head, motioned for Doudou to play, and then drew some water from the bucket, brushed his teeth with cold water, and washed his face with cold water.

This spring season is supposed to be bitterly cold in the morning and evening, but when the smog disaster comes, it is like putting a quilt on the world, warm as spring - about the only benefit of the disaster.

After washing.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it was only half past six in the morning.

The sound of stomach gurgling is gone, but the hunger is faintly revealed: "It seems that the 'nutrients' brought by the black tree seed yesterday have been exhausted, and we have to find something to eat again...... I wonder if I can go out and get something to eat from someone else's house? ”

It's hard to get out, and the zombies haven't left.

But if you can't go out, you can't get food......

He turned his gaze to the black dog beans jumping around on the side, and looked at them carefully for a moment, and then turned to the black tree in the yard: "I don't know if those black tree seeds that don't emit fragrance can be eaten...... It's all fruit from the same tree, so you should be able to eat it, right? ”

Anyway.

It's not yet time to run out of water.

So after twisting his neck, he began the unfinished work of last night and continued to sort out the materials for the treehouse. Disassemble all kinds of tools, furniture, and utensils into materials that may be used, and prepare ropes, wires, sticks, buckets, sheets, etc.

Sweating profusely.

Pin a machete to the waistband of your trousers, and climb up to the trunk of a black tree to find a suitable place to make a treehouse. By the way, he observed the thinness of the haze, and found that it had become a little lighter, which gave him the motivation to continue building the treehouse. As for the zombies that are still shaking the tree outside the wall, let it go for the time being.

Anyway, the tree is getting thicker and thicker, and the zombies can't shake it no matter how much they shake it.

"The leaves of the black tree are too lush, I have to cut off a little, otherwise it will stop me from climbing." Carrying the machete that he used to use at home to chop wood, Fu Hongyang began to cut the branches that were too luxuriant.

After tossing around the tree for half an hour, carefully comparing and selecting, I managed to find a place with two branches of the same height, which can be used to build a tree house.

In his design, the treehouse is more like a large bird's nest.

Anyway, he just stayed for a few days and waited for rescue, so he didn't pursue any comfort, and he didn't even think about it - even if he thought about it, it was useless, there were no materials at hand, and it was difficult for the Qiao woman to cook without rice.

"!"

"It's built right here!"

He used his hands to illustrate the method of building a treehouse: "Tie a barbed wire fence between the two branches, preferably with a few sticks to support it, and then spread a quilt; The branches on this side are just tied to the branches on the other side, and the net is pulled with wire to prevent them from falling off the side. ”

Basically, a "wall" is "pasted" between every two branches, and several walls are pieced together to form a simple tree house.

The idea is quite simple, and it seems that the production process is not complicated.

However, when Fu Hongyang transported the materials and prepared to dry, he realized what it means to know and do hard. Just tying the wire is enough for him to eat a pot, especially the wire must be tied strongly, and it is indispensable to tie the knot. Such a morning was wasted on how to twist the wire.

And something even more depressing came with it - there was not enough wire.

There was only one roll of wire at home, but after he tied three branches, he found that the wire was completely gone. But there are still two branches that need to be tied with wire, otherwise they are not strong at all.

"This ...... Alas, remove a few wires that don't need to be too strong, and replace them with these two branches. ”

The skin of the hands was worn out, and it was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that all the wires were tied. Then we began to place wooden planks, sticks and other supporting materials, and there was no wire to tie up, so we had to dismantle the wires in the house to tie them up. This part is relatively simple, and it will be finished by five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Wow!"

Doudou, the black dog, didn't have to do anything, so he walked around the yard for a day.

Fu Hongyang shook his arm, which was already sore, rubbed his stomach that had become hungry again, and picked a few fist-sized black tree seeds.

Thrown to Doudou: "Come, taste the taste." ”

This is about one of the things that Doudou can contribute to - tasting.

But Doudou sniffed the black tree seeds, turned his head and walked away, with no intention of trying. No matter how many times Fu Hongyang fed it, it still refused to eat the black tree seeds.

Fu Hongyang was so angry that he directly pinched and exploded a black tree seed: "Waste dog, what do you want!" ”

Then Doudou shook his head and waged his tail against his trousers, pouted his buttocks, and clamped his tail to flattery - although it was an ancient hunting dog-thin dog breed, it now behaved no different from the rural native dog.