The joy of the Qin Dynasty's rebirth was only momentary, and he felt confused, and now he was alone, and there was no one around him who needed his protection, and there were no brothers and friends who were in trouble together.

The convoy was still moving in an orderly manner, but at a much faster pace than before. The uncle told him about the possible situation, and ran with Song Buning on a different road from the direction of the convoy.

But where do you want him to go now?

Qin Chao stood and thought for a while, silently following them.

Not long after, I heard movement from behind the convoy and there was a commotion. Because the convoy was too large, the noise was very noisy, and the very tempting smell of living people, most of the zombies in this small city were attracted to it.

Even in the dry and windy weather, Song Buning could still smell the stench that mixed together and then penetrated into the air, and Song Buning had to speed up his pace again.

It was almost half of the county before they dared to stop.

Luckily, they found a few gray rough houses, which had not been renovated and the sand on the green belt had not been cleared. Obviously, no one has lived in it yet, and the chances of this kind of house having zombies after the end of the world are very small.

As soon as he climbed to the second floor, Song Buning collapsed on the ground without any image, "Oops, I'm tired to death." “

The uncle looked at her like that, smiled and shook his head, and sat against the wall.

Qin Chao, who followed up, bent one leg and sat in the corner, looking up at the window, without saying a word, looking very lonely compared to the joy of just getting rid of the zombie.

Song Buning gasped for a while, and saw the sad Qin Dynasty looking at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, with a side face like the handsome bartender in the deep alley bar, the same melancholy, the same charming, she suddenly realized that she rarely remembered her original life.

And in that era of entertainment explosion, there was a group of die-hard friends who loved to take selfies in this pose, compared to scissor hands, and were often ridiculed.

She couldn't help but speak, "Yohe, is the handsome guy out of love today?" This is what Song Buning often said when ordering wine at the bar in the deep alley. Each time, the bartender would solemnly put on a 45-degree angle and reply sadly: "I have a date today, which is really happy and annoying, but unfortunately you don't understand this feeling." ”

Such an unreasonable answer made Song Buning, who is still single, be hit by a heartbeat, and the teasing lines that had been brewed were forgotten directly.

Song Buning's half-joking question made Qin Chao stunned for a long time, he lowered his head, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"It didn't ......" because it didn't even start, and now it doesn't even count.

"I'm sorry, I'm ......" Looking at Qin Chao's depressed and depressed appearance, Song Buning was a little at a loss, but he didn't expect his unintentional words to arouse the sadness of others.

"Young man, we have all seen your affairs today, and it is best that you are alive now, and there is nothing that cannot be overcome." The uncle remembered the situation at that time, and then looked at the current appearance of the Qin Dynasty, thinking that he was very sad because he was abandoned, so he comforted him.

Qin Chao saw the care on his uncle's face and smiled slightly, "Thank you, I'm fine." “

It's getting late now, and it's not convenient to go out, so there's nothing to do. The uncle saw that although Qin Chao was smiling, the sorrow between his eyebrows did not dissipate, so he followed him to chatter and dissipate. The two of them talked about their lives before the end of the world, and also talked about what happened later.

Uncle chatted a lot, Qin Chao said very little, but he also listened carefully, and he could pick up the conversation from time to time, Song Buning occasionally shook in a joke, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Since the end of the world, I have struggled to survive every day, and the most I talk about the policies and regulations of the base every day, the most concerned about the amount of food I can get every day, and the most afraid of going out on a mission to face zombies, life and death are unpredictable. It's very rare to talk about some small things in life like now, as if the tight Hyun all over the body is relaxed.

After dark, after a brief meal, they each found a place to lie down in their clothes. Now the temperature in the hot house is the same as a steamer, and I am not afraid of cold when sitting on the ground, let alone covering the quilt, but it is a little hard.

Song Buning leaned against the wall, listening to Xiao Hei's self-talk helplessly. He was actually talking to Xiaohong about what he had done during this time, what had changed, etc., and he had been talking about it since Xiaohong came out and went in. It's just that there is only his voice, Xiaohong doesn't react, and Zhuzi, as an "intermediary", doesn't pay attention to him.

"Mama, I'm cold, I want to hug me." Xiao Hei finally finished speaking, and said cold to Song Buning without stopping.

"I know, when are you not cold?" Song Buning pinched the little round body that he could already touch, it was cool, much better than the yin and cold feeling he gave her at the beginning.

"It's really cold." His voice sounded pathetic.

"Aren't you in my arms now?" Song Buning raised his eyebrows.

"People want you to hold it in the palm of your hand!" A picture suddenly appeared in Song Buning's mind, the black briquettes were lying in his hands as a shy look......

"I don't want it!"

"Yes, yes, people want. I don't want to be frozen. Xiao Hei shouted and squeezed directly into Song Buning's hand, and the volume the size of an egg just filled a palm.

Song Buning only felt a cold in his hand, Xiao Hei was already rolling in his hand, it felt like pinching a balloon filled with water, flowing in the palm of his hand, but it couldn't be dispersed, and the cool and soft was comfortable on a hot day.

After a while, he fell asleep unconsciously, and in his sleep, Song Buning only felt like he was holding a piece of ice, and the cold invaded his whole body, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in the refrigerator.

She woke up suddenly, her whole body was shivering, and the little black in her palm turned out to be as hard as a stone, and it was super cold, cold, making people feel more like a piece of black ice.

"What's going on?" Song Buning hugged his arms and trembled, not knowing what was going on, was it because of Xiao Hei or something was wrong, or something had happened?

"Ning girl, how are you? Cold or not, is it okay? The uncle woke up coldly, thinking that Song Buning's physical fitness was not very good, so he hurried over to see her.

Looking at the uncle rubbing his arms vigorously in front of him, Song Buning felt that his eyes were so good today? No, it's enough light, but it doesn't seem to have slept for long, why is it dawning?

She looked up out the window, and there was not a single star in the gray sky, not early in the morning, not at night. She could see the outlines of something near and far, but it was gray and blurry.

"This day ......"

The uncle stomped his feet and took a breath of misty heat into his hand, "I don't know why things suddenly changed, now it's cold to death, we don't have any clothes, can you bear it?" “

"It's fine." Song Buning shook his teeth and spoke, trembling uncontrollably since he woke up.

"Look, it's snowing!" The cloth on Qin Chao's body was the least, but now he seemed to be in good shape, and he woke up and looked out the window in a daze. Now he looked at his hand in amazement, and it was a little crystal on it, and it was snow-melted water.