"Xiaobai, go."

Kyungwon threw out an orange frisbee and landed on the balcony.

"Wang!"

Xiaobai screamed, jumped off the sofa on three legs, ran back with a frisbee, and handed it to his palm.

It crouched on the ground, puffed out its tongue, leaned against the couch, and rubbed the back of its head with its last hind leg.

Jing Yuan looked at its dirty long hair and wanted to give it a bath, but there was no extra water, so he had to give up.

After playing a game of frisbee with Xiaobai, the sky was completely dark, and the candle was half burned, so in order to save, Jing Yuan scraped off the wax and oil residue on the table with a knife and threw it into the groove where the candle wick melted.

It wasn't a delusion, after dark, he clearly felt mentally exhausted, still not physically, but he felt that it was almost time for him to sleep.

He holds a candle in one hand and unscrews the bedroom door in the other.

The bedroom was barely tidy, but only barely, the sheets were covered with a layer of gray that was not too deep or shallow, and the iron window frames had grown crimson rust from the rain for a long time, and the wind creaked when it blew.

Tonight's wind is very strong, and there seems to be some kind of special circuit between the cracks of the residential buildings, and the wind blows out the sound of ghosts crying and wolves, and the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other, which is really a bit bluffing.

Jing Yuan tried to close the window, the bedroom window is an old-fashioned external door window, to close the window, you have to pull back to the end, unscrew the rotating handle, and buckle it, but the handle is so rusty that it was torn off by Jing Yuan.

The window couldn't be closed, and when the wind blew, it slammed in, "bang, bang", as if someone was knocking on the door.

The flame of the candle was also crumbling by the wind, and it was dark and bright.

Jing Yuan estimated that he would definitely not be able to sleep well all night in this bedroom, so it was better to sleep in the living room.

He pushed open the bedroom closet, found a spare quilt, and carried it to the sofa to spread out.

The quilt cover or something is too lazy, he feels that he doesn't even need to cover the quilt, after all, he is [zombieized], and he can't feel cold.

The reason why I want to find a quilt is mainly because I am panicked.

The quilt is a great magic weapon to exorcise ghosts, and whenever Jingyuan's back is cold, as long as he shrinks his head into the quilt, wraps his feet around it, and lies down like a barbecued pork roll tied with a cotton rope, he will feel an all-encompassing sense of security from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, he didn't lie down in a hurry, he found clean clothes in the bedroom closet, and the clothes on his body smelled of blood and sweat, he couldn't bear it anymore, he took it off and threw it into the toilet, and changed into the gray sweatshirt and black trousers.

Actually, I really want to take a shower and wash away the smell of sweat and unclean things, but the problem is still the same - there is no water.

Today he and Xiaobai consumed a bottle of pure water, there are only four bottles left in the bag, 500ml multiplied by 4 equals 2000ml, this water is not enough for him to wash his hair, and it is impossible for him to wash his hair with precious drinking water.

At this time, it is inevitable that you will miss the convenience of tap water and water heater, as long as you pull the shower faucet in the bathroom and wait for dozens of seconds, there will be a steady stream of hot water coming out, which is really refreshing.

It's a pity that it depends on the convenience enjoyed by the city network of modern society, and modern people are accustomed to taking a shower, including gas companies, water heater companies, water companies and other aspects of cooperation.

The hot water that will come out when you pull it lightly seems to the ancients to be as magical as fairy magic.

In this kind of world where order is broken, even if he finds water, if he wants to take a bath, he can only build a stove first, take a burning stick and poke charcoal to boil water, in order to save money, he may not be able to take a bath, so he can only put hot water in a wooden bucket and scoop it with a scoop.

Hawkers,It's not that I haven't experienced such a life.,Isn't this how I took a bath when I lived in the countryside when I was a child?

I remember that at that time, I was afraid that the water would be cold, and I had to put a towel on my shoulder, and the towel could warm up for a long time if it absorbed hot water.

Back in the living room, Kyungwon closed the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the balcony and closed all the doors at the same time.

He came to the gate to check whether the lock cylinder was in good condition, and looked into the aisle with the cat's eye, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

To be on the safe side, he lifted a bedside table and pressed it against the door, and at the same time put the kitchen knife on the edge of the bedside table, if something was going to break in, the bedside table could block it slightly, and once there was a vibration, the kitchen knife on the edge of the fall would fall, making a loud noise, enough for Jing Yuan to react.

Before going to bed, he used the last candle to refuel his pistol and rifle, reload them, and put them within easy reach of his pillow.

Xiaobai has already slept at his feet in a cake, probably it is also very tired, I don't know what the macho brother has experienced with it, in short, it must not be a good memory.

Kyungwon touched its head and whispered, "Good night." ”

He took off his shoes and lay down on the couch, the quilt fitting and covering his body, wrapped in a ball.

The room was still lit by fire, and the candles burned quietly, even if he repeatedly changed the solidified wax and threw it into the wick, the last part of the candle on the table remained, and it would burn out in a few minutes.

Kyungwon stared at the faint candle flame and said nothing.

The sound of Xiaobai's slow breathing came from the side of the sofa, and until the fire was extinguished, Jing Yuan didn't close his eyes.

He lay on his back, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, and the tiredness suddenly came over him like a tidal wave, drowning him.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through my mind.

There is no YY, and there is no fear of the future, just some very simple thoughts.

I want to take a shower, I want clean and well-fitting clothes, I want to use electric lights, I want to sleep in a softer and more comfortable bed, I want to live in a room where I can sleep peacefully.

With this thought in mind, he fell asleep.

He was wrapped in the uncovered cotton quilt and lay on the dirty sofa, covered in blood and fell asleep.

His lips were still chapped and oily, and the enclosed room was full of musty and clogged air.

At the last second of his consciousness, Jing Yuan thought to himself that if he traveled back to this appearance, he would definitely be treated as a beggar who asked for food, maybe he could meet a kind person and give him a few dollars, and when the time came, he must buy another fried chicken and eat it first before anything else.

...

The whole body was warm, Jing Yuan felt like a baby soaked in amniotic fluid, comfortable, warm, and reassuring, and those bad emotions disappeared without a trace.

"Wang!"

A dog barked and pulled him back to reality.

He woke up suddenly, his eyes barely open in the strong sunlight, and his eyes were slit.

Xiaobai pulled him by the trouser leg and dragged him back.

When Kyungwon saw the scenery in front of him, he suddenly became dizzy.

At some point, he stood on the verandah, half of his body was gilded in gold by the sun, and he was about to fall, hit his head on the ground, and blossom.