Song Jinhe knocked on his chin, then owe it first, and wait until she thinks of it.

Time passed quickly, and I could only barely see the outlines of some furniture as the sky outside gradually became dark, and the inside of the house became dark.

Song Jinhe helped Cheng Qianhuai measure his body temperature again, 38.7 °C.

Although he still has a fever, his condition has improved a lot, and he can be regarded as being rescued from the edge of burning his head.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put all the used ice packs into the space and took them away, and checked the situation in the house before Shi Shiran left.

As the door closed, Cheng Qianhuai, who was lying on the sofa, also opened his eyes slowly, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously pulled out a sweet smile.

He was actually taken care of by Song Jinhe, and this illness was worth it.

The smile on the corner of his mouth did not decrease, Cheng Qianhuai got up and wanted to pour himself a glass of water and take medicine, but he saw the white wine bottle on the coffee table next to him and the scattered cotton balls.

Baijiu is his treasure, but he is not half heartbroken, but feels more and more sweet.

Song Jinhe was sitting on the bed at this time eating the chocolate hazelnut cake that had been stocked up in advance, and the high-sweet food could indeed make people feel comfortable.

There was a tablet in front of the small table on the bed, and she had prepared the TV series in advance, and now she was just passing the time.

"It's so sinful, how can you eat such a high-calorie thing at night."

Song Jinhe shook his head and sighed, but in the end, he ate all the bread clean, and there was no cream left.

*

The days passed so boringly, and the time came to November 25th, the 10th day of the end times.

Today's weather is not bad, the precipitation has dropped significantly, the bean-sized raindrops have disappeared, the misty light rain is slipping from the air, and the stagnant water is staying on the third floor and a half and no longer continues to rise.

Looking through the window, I can barely see the situation outside, but I only feel that the building seems to stand in the middle of the endless sea, which makes people feel inexplicably panicked.

The survivors also seized this opportunity to go out together to collect supplies and survive.

The survivors of Building 3 are also among them.

The full name of the building manager is Zhao Yiming, and during the previous period, he collected all the materials in the hands of the survivors in Building 3, and then distributed them to everyone equally.

Although the people with more materials were not happy, and those with less materials wanted to share more, but fortunately, the results were not bad, and there were no casualties in Building 3.

It was raining lightly today, and it was a good time to go out and search for supplies, so everyone moved out of the simple rafts they had made in advance, intending to go out together to try their luck.

Li Mianmian looked at the stagnant water that had flooded to the 3rd floor, but she couldn't help it, she had no family and friends in the building, and she had to do it herself if she wanted to get supplies.

Sitting on the rickety raft, she looked up at the 18th floor tremblingly, and then called out to the building manager Zhao Yiming.

"Brother Zhao, aren't we really calling the 18th floor together? Everyone is a survivor, so we should help each other, right? ”

Although the 18th floor has been isolated by them, she still can't give up.

Zhao Yiming glared at her, his rough hand grabbed an iron basin as an oar for paddling, and snorted coldly without care.

"They didn't hand over the materials to divide them equally, so the materials we went out to search for naturally didn't have their share.

Put away your pathetic compassion and forget why 1702 lives with someone else? ”

Li Mianmian swallowed her saliva, but still lowered her head under Zhao Yiming's gaze, not daring to speak again.

She feels that everything is negotiable, that people are inherently good, and that everyone is just forced by the end of the world.

But the people on the 18th floor haven't shown up for so long, could they have starved to death at home?

Or do they have enough supplies for them to stay at home?

If they still don't want to give the supplies, she can be the lobbyist and ask the people on the 18th floor to take out the materials and divide them equally.

Li Mianmian secretly decided that she would wait until she came back from searching for materials to go to the 18th floor, everyone had to unite together, there were no materials to contribute, and if there were materials, they should be taken out and shared together.

Song Jinhe watched the survivors of Building 3 go out and leave together, but there were no ups and downs in his heart.

The reason why they get along fairly harmoniously now is because the materials are barely enough for them to survive, but what kind of conflict will break out when the quilts and cotton clothes are not enough when the extreme cold comes?

She took a sip of her cup of coffee, shook her head and sat down on the couch.

These things have nothing to do with her.

I was enjoying some time alone when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Jinhe put down his coffee and walked to the door, but saw the man in full armor, obviously wanting to go out to search for supplies.

She was surprised for a while before she suddenly reacted, Cheng Qianhuai was not her, I am afraid that there are not many materials left after searching for materials some time ago, and today's fairly good weather is indeed a good time to go out and search for supplies.

This is true for the rest of the survivors, and it is also true for Cheng Qianhuai.

"I want to ask if you need anything?"

The man in a brown cotton suit in front of the door blushed: "Girls need to use sanitary napkins every month, do you still have enough in your hand?" I'll help you find some, and you can tell me what you need. ”

He coughed embarrassedly: "I heard that this thing is divided into different lengths, I don't know what kind of use you are used to, so I can only come and ask you." ”

Song Jinhe thought the man in front of him was interesting, obviously going out to find food and water was the most important thing, and he could still think of helping her find sanitary napkins.

"You don't have to help me find it, I still have enough at home, you just focus on what you need, don't think about me."

Song Jinhe replied with a smile, she didn't want to take advantage of Cheng Qianhuai, it was not easy for him to go out, and it was not a good choice to always help her find things.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her and frowned: "Why don't you find it?" I thought the two of us were already good friends, so don't you be so polite to me, okay? ”

Song Jinhe listened to his words and opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say why.

She really wasn't polite to him, she really didn't lack anything, but she couldn't explain it to the man in front of her.

"I'm really not polite to you, my things are enough, if there is anything you need in the future, I will tell you, okay?"

Song Jinhe spoke helplessly, and Cheng Qianhuai looked at her for a while before sighing: "Okay, then I'll go, remember to help me open the door." ”

After speaking, he carried his homemade raft and carried two big hiking bags out of the security gate.

Seeing that he had left, Song Jinhe locked the security door and turned around and returned home.

She looked up at the time, it was 8:23 a.m., and she wondered why Cheng Qianhuai and the rest of the survivors would have to come back from searching for supplies at noon or later.

Touching her empty belly, she went into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of spicy tang with hot pot base and different kinds of meatballs.

Although the taste is not as delicious as in the store, it is a very happy thing to be able to eat such a hot bowl of spicy tang at today's temperature.