And Rong Lan responded to Yan Xuedong's invitation, but said, "I'll go to the base to find you again after a while." ”

Then the trio planned to leave, and before leaving, Yan Xuedong said: "When the time comes, you can just report my name outside." ”

Rong Lan nodded, watched them leave, and saw Xianxian come in with Jiang Yi.

He directly blocked Jiang Yi outside the door and asked Xianxian, "Who is he?" The tone was like his wife had a dog outside, sour.

Xianxian said, "Friend." ”

Rong Lan stared at her without speaking, and her dark eyes had some complicated emotions.

Xian Xian added: "The new friend is a male zombie with a sense of autonomy. ”

The male zombie is also a man, a man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, and handsome and sven. Even if such a person asks for help, he should go to someone of the same age like Xia Changhe and Yan Xuedong, and find an eighteen-year-old girl to do.

Don't say it, because everyone is a zombie, they are good friends.

Rong Lan closed the door, shut Jiang Yi out, pulled Xianxian to the table, and took out the supplies he was looking for from his bag, while saying, "I don't want him to come in." "This is our home.

Xian Xian turned around and said, "Jiang Yi, you find a place to live tonight and come back tomorrow." ”

Jiang Yi sighed and left very obediently.

Rong Lan: "...... "I don't want him to come in tomorrow."

The contents of the bag were placed on the table, and there were not many, and Rong Lan struggled to find only whole-wheat bread, compressed biscuits, and bottled milk.

During the time she lived with Xianxian, Rong Lanzhen took care of her as a little sister, and had many habits, such as opening the bottle and habitually handing it to her as soon as possible. Although zombies don't need to eat these things at all.

Xian Xian took a sip and drank it, the milk foam was on her lips, Rong Lan reached out to help her wipe it off, and just as he was about to wipe it off, he heard Xian Xian say "hey".

She said, don't move.

Rong Lan froze, and when he saw her leaning over, a touch of warmth fell on his fingers.

The milk foam was licked clean, and a gentle smile appeared on the girl's face: "In the last days, you can't waste food." ”

Suddenly, Rong Lan felt that her fingers were a little itchy, a little numb, and this itchiness and numbness even spread to her heart.

So much so that he looked at his thumb and didn't wash his hands and sleep well all night.

The next day, when Rong Lan got up, he saw a bonfire in the yard, and the male zombie yesterday was sitting in front of the fire without fear, roasting a rabbit leg.

In a moment, the fragrant rabbit leg was handed by him to the fairy next to him.

Jiang Yi's tone was a little cold humor: "I can't be a cannibal, so I learned to barbecue." Eating this can also fill our stomachs. ”

Rong Lan stood in front of the door, saw Xianxian smiled, took the rabbit leg and bit it gently, and then was burned cute.

He turned back to his room, looking at the only food on the table, compressed biscuits, and felt the air around him feel a little bleak and cold.

yes, it's cold.

Today is September 20th, and winter is about to begin.

After winter, it is even more difficult to find supplies.

Rong Lan spread out her palms, fair and slender, with the thin cocoons sharpened during this time, but she still exuded a sense of powerlessness.

Such a weak hand cannot grasp what it wants, cannot keep what it loves, and cannot save what must be saved......

He pursed his lips.

In the afternoon, Rong Lan avoided the fairy and left the farm alone.

At eight o'clock in the evening, at the gate of the D city base, a clean and moist young man's voice sounded.

"I'm looking for Yan Xuedong."

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