mourning

I live in Mu Qing's house.

It was a very beautiful small western-style building, and a piece of land was specially opened outside to grow vegetables.

His room was as simple and straightforward as his character.There were only two or three essential pieces of furniture in it—a bed, a wardrobe, and a small table.

I lay on my side on his bed.It was clean up there, warm in the sun, and smelled of lemons.

He stood in front of me against the light, with dense hickey marks all over his strong back.

He bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor, opened the closet and took out a set of brand new shirts.

"Come here," I said.

He came over obediently, and squatted down at my gesture.I put the shirt on for him and fasten the buttons to the top one by one.

Clenching his hands tightly, the tie hung diagonally on his body.When I pulled my right hand, he squatted docilely, and a trace of pain inevitably flashed in his eyes.

hit too hard...

I have no intention of adjusting.

At that moment, I really wanted to kill him.

His slender neck is under my palm, and I can feel the flow of blood vessels in his skin with my thumb.His throat bulges slightly, and his chest rises and falls with his breath.

I could kill him and cancel all the accidents I had planned.

But I don't want to.

I am nostalgic for his body temperature - not the fake warmth simulated by zombies, but the real blazing heat.

That's deadly for a zombie.

"Going to see Huang San?" I put down my hand, lay lazily on the bed, stroked his hair with my right hand.

The hair is very soft, and the tail is slightly yellow, like a group of feathers growing in the reeds.

"En." He said lightly.

Huang San is the eldest sister Huang who leads the team.Her real name was Huang Ziling, she was ranked third, and she was called Huang San in private.

His father, Huang Songjiang, was originally one of the people in charge of this safe zone. It is said that before the end of the world, he was in the arms business.After the apocalypse, he recruited a large number of special forces with his unique vision. He was very happy in this base.

Huang Ziling is his third daughter, but not the only heir.Her mother was originally a distant cousin of Huang Songjiang's original spouse's family, and through some connections and youthful beauty, she caught up with Huang Tuhao.It's a pity that he died early, leaving Huang San to survive in the cracks of his wolf-like home.

Huang's father admitted that he had four sons, three daughters, and countless illegitimate children.Perhaps out of guilt, Huang Songjiang divided a batch of property to Huang Ziling when she was just an adult, and publicly stated that although Huang San had no inheritance rights, it would be the best help to get that seat.

This is a father's protection of his daughter.

But as time passed, other people gradually became dissatisfied with Huang San being favored by Huang's father alone.After Huang's father died, he took a random name and took Huang San's belongings.

Huang San is not a clay figurine that can be rounded and flattened by others.She mobilized the available talents under her command and planned to stage a coup d'état.

During the trip, Huang San saw Mu Qing's potential and planned to recruit him.

"I'm hungry," I straightened up and pressed against his chest, with my mouth facing his ear, and the breath I exhaled gradually stained his ears red.

His body stiffened suddenly.

So cute.He was so docile between life and death just now, but now he is as innocent as a log.

I deliberately sprayed the air on his ear, and was satisfied to see the red glow spread inside.

"do not......"

"I'm hungry," I put my teeth close to his neck, "you know what you have."

He calmed down all of a sudden, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.As I watched him, I thought involuntarily of other people I had met.

We had a team before the end of the world, I was the striker and he was the goalkeeper.My relationship with him is actually not the best, basically maintained at the stage of familiarity.I have met former friends as a zombie for so many years. When they saw me, their first reaction was shock, and then ran away in fear.

He was the first human being who wanted to talk to me.

I didn't tell him I remembered things from before.He never brought it up either.

We are like two parallel lines that have gone in the wrong direction, and fate has taken a sharp turn and reconnected us.

He hesitated, and said in a negotiating tone: "What... do you want to eat?"

I opened my mouth, revealing my white teeth, "What do you think?"

I thought he would at least hesitate for a while, but I didn't expect him to say immediately, "It will be a bit difficult, I don't know which age group you like?"

Well, there is such an operation?

"Crystal nucleus," I patted his head, "the more the better."

"I understand." He nodded seriously, and went out after getting dressed, but there was still a smile in his eyes.

Did I get scolded by him just now?

The author has something to say: back to school. . .I wish you all a happy start to school