The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, and when I opened the window and looked out, I could only see a gray rain curtain, and I couldn't find the shadows of other buildings.

Song Jinhe exercised for more than 1 hour before he walked out of the gym sweating profusely, grabbed the mineral water in his hand and poured it violently.

There is a small lamp hanging on the wall of the house, which does not require much electricity, but it can barely provide some light.

Because it was too hot during the exercise, Song Jinhe only wore a thin sweatshirt, and suddenly walked out of the house and was stimulated by the cool breeze.

She frowned and walked to the living room to look at the hanging thermometer, which was now only 12 degrees Celsius, which was a lot lower than yesterday.

It didn't take long for the rain to be bitterly cold, and only then could you really see the tragic situation of corpses strewn all over the field.

The temperature of minus 60 degrees Celsius is not at all something that ordinary cotton clothes can resist, and if you want to survive in a world of lack of food and clothing, you can only put in more effort than others, and make your heart become more cold and hard.

Song Jinhe experienced extreme cold in his last life, and the heavy clothes on the corpses that fell on the side of the street in the extremely cold world have been stripped off, and some people have just fallen and the corpses have not completely cooled, and the clothes on their bodies have disappeared.

The survivors don't care who wears their clothes anymore, they just want to live.

Recalling some not-so-good memories, Song Jinhe sighed, and then walked to the living room to eat some snacks to pass the time, but suddenly thought of Cheng Qianhuai opposite.

It seems that he plans to live in 1801 permanently, will he choose to join forces with the other survivors in the building to search for supplies for the time being?

Thinking of this, Song Jinhe couldn't help but stand up, walked out, and knocked on the door of 1801.

The 18th floor is best to advance and retreat together, and if he communicates too much with the survivors outside, it will not be a good thing for her.

Especially since this man knew that she had a rubber boat and a gun in her hand, and if these things were known to the survivors downstairs, she was afraid that she would be entangled again.

She was in a mess when she heard a door click, and the tall figure of a man appeared in her sight.

His face flushed abnormally, his vision was a little blurred, and he looked at her with a faint hint of imperceptible dependence and longing.

"Do you have a fever?"

Song Jinhe raised his eyebrows and asked, and received a positive answer.

Cheng Qianhuai's voice was slightly hoarse, but the tail note had a slight seductive meaning: "It should be because of going out in the rain one after another, I have already taken antipyretics, but I feel useless." ”

Song Jinhe wasn't worried that he would have no medicine to eat, after all, the two of them had been to the pharmacy together, and although Cheng Qianhuai didn't take too much medicine, it was enough for him to eat alone.

"I wanted to discuss something with you, but since you're not feeling well, forget it, and get some rest."

Song Jinhe was about to turn around and leave as he spoke, but was gently grabbed by the man's wrist.

His hand was hot, but it snapped back the moment it touched hers.

"I'm fine, do you want to ask the building manager about it? If you don't mind, you can come in and talk. ”

Song Jinhe looked at the simplely decorated home behind him, and then looked at him staggering and a little unsteady, and finally walked into 1801.

Cheng Qianhuai took her to sit on the soft sofa in the living room, and sat not far from her with her head on her own.

The high fever made his brain a little sluggish, and his head was heavy like a mountain pressing on his shoulders, and it didn't taste good.

Song Jinhe frowned and looked at him: "Are you going to join forces with them?" ”

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head, picked up the empty glass on the table and put it on his face in an attempt to cool down: "I don't have this idea, as soon as there are more people, there will be more troubles, it is better for the two of us to join forces, at least we have the bottom of our hearts." ”

Song Jinhe's hanging heart was relieved: "That's good, these neighbors in Building 3 are not fuel-efficient lamps."

My downstairs house was robbed by a family on the second floor, and now the owner seems to have defected to the newly elected building manager, and I don't know what will happen in the future. ”

Cheng Qianhuai lifted his heavy eyelids: "I don't think this building manager will choose to drive the residents on the second floor away for this woman."

He is now a new official, and he was unanimously elected by everyone, so naturally he would not provoke the residents in the building at the beginning. ”

Song Jinhe nodded in agreement, she thought so too, after all, for this building chief, it is the most important thing to appease the people and stabilize his position, and the rest will naturally have to be dealt with after his position is stabilized in the future.

She was thinking about it, but saw Cheng Qianhuai leaning on the back of the sofa in a groggy state, and the glass in her hand was also shaky.

She hurriedly stepped forward to take the glass, picked up the temperature gun from the coffee table and measured Cheng Qianhuai's temperature.

The screen instantly turned red, and the temperature had reached 40.3 degrees Celsius, and it was about to be unbearable.

"Can you still burn so high after taking antipyretics?"

Song Jinhe was secretly speechless, thinking about whether he wanted to help him out of humanitarianism, but he was directly pulled into his arms at the next moment.

"Ah He, I miss you."

Cheng Qianhuai rubbed her slightly cool side face with a hot face, and then hugged her like a child and didn't let go.

Song Jinhe's originally normal face burned instantly, and then pushed the person away and stood up violently.

What's the situation? It's almost burning to heaven, and you still have the heart to take advantage of others?

What the hell is Ah He? Are the two of them so familiar?

Song Jinhe subconsciously wanted to escape from this house and go home, but seeing that Cheng Qianhuai had fainted on the sofa, he still didn't choose to ignore it in the end.

He is a good teammate, although the two will inevitably part ways in the future, but now they cooperate quite tacitly, and they will not drag each other back when they go out to find supplies together.

With him, it is more likely that the 18th floor will be separated from Building 3, and there is no need to be too timid in the face of a large number of survivors.

Song Jinhe thought about it for a while, and finally chose to lie flat on the sofa with the person, and then went to the bedroom and pulled a quilt to wrap him tightly in it.

After doing this, she stood beside him and took a closer look at what he was like now.

The first time she saw him, she thought he was very handsome, but his aura was too powerful, and she didn't dare to take it seriously.

Now that he is sick, lying on the sofa inexplicably, he looks a little kinder, and his tall nose bridge and red lips have also dissipated his alienated temperament a lot.

Song Jinhe fished his hands out of the quilt, then wiped them with alcohol to help him cool down, and placed an ice pack on his forehead.

I didn't have any plans for the afternoon, but I just took care of him to pass the time

Song Jinhe was busy for a while to see that his condition was better, and then he was reluctant to breathe a sigh of relief, and then began to think about how to let him repay her kindness.

She is not a kind person, and she must seek rewards for her time and energy.

Food? Water? Pharmaceuticals?

She had all of them, and she seemed to lack everything.