The temperature is dropping day by day, and Kyungwon is reluctant to go to places he hasn't been to, except for occasionally going to meet Xiao Yun'er for a day, he has been active in the southern suburbs.

After getting rid of the mutant weavers, the days became dull.

It seems that it is rare for a species like the mutant weaver to invade the territory of other mutant creatures at will, and after several years, the infected have already divided their territory, and as long as there are no natural factors like the typhoon, they will not invade each other's territory at will.

One day, Jingyuan found lime and bricks at an abandoned construction site, and remodeled the interior to build a small stove for himself by referring to the structure of a resident's stove.

A floor-to-ceiling window was demolished, and a new wall was built, and a smoke hole was specially left on the wall to ventilate the stove and smoke out.

It took nearly two weeks to complete the small stove.

Since the earthen stove was incompatible with the luxurious European decoration in the interior, he found a few high-end calligraphy and paintings to hang on the wall to block the red brick wall.

With a small stove, boiling water is much easier to cook, and although everything is eaten, he occasionally tries new dishes, such as fried rice with sausages.

Shallots, garlic, chili peppers, ginger, in two weeks, he gathered all these plants, cultivated a vegetable field, and transplanted them to the yard.

Plants live well in the world, as if nothing has changed.

He dug up potato tubers and taro, as well as turnips, carrots, and lettuce, and transplanted them all into the garden.

Even in the yard of a certain house, he found a persimmon tree, and the ripe persimmons were rotten all over the ground, filled with a sweet smell.

He picked up a lot of sweet persimmons and fed them to Xiaobai.

In fact, he himself wanted to eat it too, and the sweet fragrance made his mouth water when he thought about it.

But he lost his sense of taste, he could only smell but not eat, and the more time passed, the stronger his thirst for food became.

Fried chicken, burgers, cola, skewers, hot pot, dry pot...

Lying alone in bed late at night, I always can't help but recall these delicacies.

Several times he had the urge to take out the "small mold colony" and see if he could recover a little bit of taste after evolution.

Don't ask for too much, as long as you can give him a salty taste.

Now he doesn't feel the joy of eating at all, and he eats on time every day just to suppress the hunger in his stomach, but no matter how he presses it and stuffs something into his stomach, the desire to eat meat and eat fresh flesh and blood has never disappeared.

There was always a voice echoing in his ears, saying stop suppressing yourself and do what you want to do, and then it would be easy.

These days, he found that his gaze would unconsciously glance at Xiaobai.

In the lonely middle of the night, he also thought that it was better to indulge himself like this, anyway, there was nothing in this world.

He found a radio that could be used to tune the radio, but no matter which frequency he turned to, there was only a cacophony of electricity.

The human race in this world is finished, there are no living people, only a group of monsters remains, and he is also one of them.

He could only rely on the TV series on that old computer to recall normal human society, his home, and his family that he would never see again.

Books, movies, music, these things could not soothe the hollowness and loneliness that was gradually expanding in his heart.

Only when he plays frisbee with Xiaobai and goes to meet Xiao Yun'er, can he be a little happier.

In the past, he felt that he was a very optimistic person and could not get depression, but now the tendency to be depressed is constantly expanding in his heart.

He can't be idle, he has to find something to do for himself, he has to keep himself busy.

For almost a week or two, every day he was busy until late at night, he went out, searched other people's rooms door to door, whether it attracted the attention of zombies or not, whenever he encountered it, he would carry a knife and slash at it.

He thought he was crazy, the zombie had been cut off by him, but he still smashed and trampled the ugly head like a watermelon with an eggplant knife, he cut off the zombie's head, kicked it into the river with all his might, and yelled at the barren fields.

He said CNM! The dog thing which does not have long eyes of CNM!

He began to smash things, smashing the glass cups, wielding the eggplant knife so hard that he smashed all the doors that stood in his way.

Once, when he was cleaning up a group of zombies, one of the zombies was not dead and stumbled up.

He couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he threw the eggplant knife down and fought the zombie with his bare hands.

He smashed the zombie's temple with his fist, kicked the zombie's knee with his whip leg, kicked its leg off, made it kneel in front of him, and he kicked the zombie's stomach and kicked the zombie's spine and stepped on the zombie's hand again and again.

He wanted to hear a wail, but there was nothing, and by the time he reacted, the zombie had been tortured by him into a mosaic of flesh and blood.

He must have cried that night, though not in tears.

The next day, he recovered from this crazy state.

He controls his emotions and no longer keeps himself in a tight schedule.

He took Xiaobai in his arms, stroked its head, and pressed his face against its warm hair.

That day, he went to the city center to see Xiao Yun'er, who hadn't been here for nearly half a month.

This is the 58th day of his coming into this world, and it is already the end of November, probably December.

There was a snowfall in the afternoon, light snow, and snowflakes fell on his messy hair and clothes.

Xiao Yun'er wore that white dress and stood under the eaves of the supermarket.

The dress was found by Jing Yuan for her, she wore it for more than a month, and it was still clean, and her hair was a ponytail that Jing Yuan helped her tie, which was very beautiful.

She seemed to complain a little that Kyungwon hadn't come to see her for a long time, standing in front of Kyungwon, looking up and staring straight at Kyungwon's face, not moving.

She had learned a lot of vocabulary and even began to delve into the meaning of words on her own.

Although she can't express a complete sentence yet, she can already use some words to express her feelings.

For example, now, she took out a notebook and wrote "no", "bad", "flattened" in the notebook.

Kyungwon didn't speak, hugged her, stretched out his hands, and hugged her body.

But Xiao Yun'er's body was also cold, and it didn't bring him any warmth.

The world was too cold, and just as he was thinking like this, a pair of small hands stretched out over his shoulders.

The cold little hand gently caressed his cheek, and Xiao Yun'er supported herself with vines, and her face was pressed against his face, as if to comfort him.

Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, obviously he was the one who played the role of an adult, but at this moment, he was like a crying child, trembling slightly in this cold embrace.

It was only at this moment that he could truly say that he had adapted to this unforgiving world.

When it was dark, he tried to take Xiao Yun'er out of Shunxiang Supermarket again.

Xiao Yun'er walked ninety-nine steps with him, stopping at the hundredth step.

The goose-feathered edelweiss landed on her waterfall-like black silk, perhaps learned from the manga, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed Kyungwon's face gently.

Today, she is extremely gentle, always holding Kyungwon's hand and leaning on his side, not willful, nor playing yo-yo or painting by herself.

Maybe it's that hug, the two cold shells hugging and letting the hearts come together.