Zombie is pregnant with my baby

Contiguous small bamboo buildings are full of fresh emerald green, the sound of the waterfall washing is endless all day long, the terraced fields in the distance are covered with green grass, the waterwheel is running, and the occasional splash of water jumps onto the bamboo woven plank road.

There was a blue cloth pocket pinned to the girl's waist, in which were all kinds of freshly picked fungi, and the boy obediently followed behind her.

After crossing the threshold and entering the room, there was a handsome tall man standing in front of the window. He looked very young, and there was not much age on his face. When he saw the boy, he knelt down and hugged him in his arms.

"Abba." The boy hugged each other's neck and rubbed it affectionately.

The man smiled, pinched his face, "Where did you go, you little dirty look? Your aunt scolded you again when she saw her."

The boy was impatient to hear this, supported the man's shoulders, turned his head and pulled the green bamboo leaves outside the window.

The sunlight outside was just right, and the golden halo shone on the two of them through the window. The man hugged him for a long time, and after a long time, he whispered:

"Ah Hao, you will be the only man in our family from now on, you have to protect Mom and sister well, you know?"

The boy didn't understand why he said that, and he looked up into the other's eyes in a patch of sunlight.

The man just touched his head gently.

"Ahao..."

"Abba is sorry."

"The most regretful thing Dad has ever done in his life is to bring your grandma back to the clan."

……

"Ah Hao, don't do things that you regret in the future."

Snow-white paper money fluttered in the wind, one after another white ghost lamps were lit up one after another, the loud sound of gongs and drums drowned out the sound of the non-stop waterfall all day long, and immature children knelt in front of the huge coffin.

All I could hear were crying.

He held a silver hammer in his small hand, and the person beside him tapped lightly on the nail in front of the coffin with his hand.

"The filial son holds the spiritual seat first."

The spirit woman sprinkled the paper money, and the funeral procession moved forward with three steps and one kneeling. All the clansmen came. It was a gray day, and the world, which was originally full of emerald green, was covered in white snow. The place where it never snowed all year round, fell Snowflakes all over the place.

"Mom..."

The boy threw himself into the arms of the woman. In his past memory, it was a beautiful woman who would sing a little tune that he couldn't understand in a soft voice to lull him to sleep.

She always wears a gorgeous blue dress. On her head, arms, shoulders and neck, she wears exquisite silver ornaments shining in the sun. .

Since that day, the boy has never seen her dressed like this again.

The gorgeous dress and silver ornaments were sealed away, and she changed into plain white, with white silk on her head, and the widow Qi Xie was written on it.

"Ah Hao, come here."

She is a very knowledgeable woman who can memorize Tang poetry and Song Ci fluently. There are always endless historical stories in her mouth, from ancient times to contemporary times, from domestic to foreign countries. She will hold him tenderly in her arms. Tell him "The Analects of Confucius", "Book of Songs", and "Warring States Policy".

"I wish to have a person with one heart and one mind, and the white head will never be separated."

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

The smile on her face became less and less. Whenever it rained, she would sit alone under the eaves and listen to the sound of rain outside quietly.

After her father left, her heart also died.

later……

The once immature child has grown into a handsome boy. The 12-year-old boy carried her into the coffin with his own hands. She slept there, took off her plain white dress, and put on a gorgeous dress again. Surrounded by colorful flowers.

The boy put the most beautiful camellia on her cheek.

After another snowfall, a new grave was added on the mountain.

"Qi Hao, our school's newly elected school girl."

"A lot of people ask for your contact information, so you can just chat with the little girl. I think she is very sincere."

"You're still in your junior year, and you're still in love. It's a waste of your handsome face."

……

"Ah Hao, don't do things that you regret."

The light of the flashlight left a circle of halo on the opposite stone wall. The long hair of the person beside him fell on the back of his hand, a little itchy. Qi Hao turned his head to look at the other person's sleeping face. The person was sleeping peacefully, with long eyelashes. The nose is straight and straight, the senior's face is slanted like this, the shadow outlines his clear and clean jawline, very much like a handsome young boy.

It would be great if the other party was really a senior, so there wouldn't be so many worries.

Qi Hao sighed helplessly.

Senior sister is a very good girl, I can't harm her, so I have to keep a distance.

Ayu woke up after a deep sleep. He was a little dazed when he woke up. When he saw the people around him, he showed a reassuring smile. Qi Hao saw him wake up and handed him a bottle of water. Ayu took it. Under the staring gaze, he had no choice but to unscrew the bottle cap and take a sip.

Seeing this, Qi Hao persuaded, "Sister, we still have a lot of drinking water, so you don't have to save it, drink more."

Ayu frowned, so he had to lightly touch it with his tongue again. At this moment, he has learned to obey the other party's words, and then hurriedly stuffed the bottle of water in his hand into Qi Hao's back. in his bag so that he can't see it.

"Then you are thirsty and take the initiative to tell me."

Qi Hao picked up the flashlight and wandered around. There was a passage on the left and right, and the doors on both sides were the same. He didn't know which way to go.

He hopes to find a map to the location of the Phoenix Lantern in the ancient tomb of King Yingyang, or a way to relight the Phoenix Lantern.

King Yingyang has worked so hard for longevity, and he must be able to find many clues here.

High probability... in the main tomb?

Of course, it might be like the murals in the labyrinth, scattered in every dangerous corner of the ancient cemetery, and preserved by special mechanisms.

"Try to the left first."

Without any objection, Ayu followed the other party and entered the stone gate on the left. Behind the stone gate are stone steps that slope down. These stone steps are very rough, and some parts have even fallen off. The two walked down the stone steps carefully. , came to another tomb.

Simple bronzes and exquisite painted pottery, even if they are covered with a thick layer of dust, their beauty cannot be damaged, and they have a sense of beauty that has experienced the vicissitudes of time.

Qi Hao carefully checked every corner with a flashlight as he walked, and he also visited the patterns on various bronzes, pottery, and stone statues one by one, and he would draw some patterns that he thought were important in his notebook.

There are many murals on the walls here, these murals are undoubtedly more exquisite than the one on the stone slab, but the content is some daily chores, recording the daily life of the king and the lives of the people.

Some of the paintings are quite funny, saying that the king went hunting, but unexpectedly there was no prey that day, but on the way back, he was thrown by a monkey on the tree. The king offered gifts, so he took the monkey back to sacrifice...

Qi Hao looked at the paintings in front of him intently, and there was no sound in the tomb, only the quiet flowing sound in the air and the occasional sound of pencils swishing.

Ayu finally waited for the other party to read everything, and when they continued to walk forward, he reached out and tugged at the corner of the other party's clothes, made a few gestures in the other party's eyes, and signaled the other party to continue teaching him sign language.

He likes to listen to Qi Hao talking to him.

Qi Hao had already made a decision in his heart, he shook his head, and evaded: "Senior sister, what I taught you before is enough for the two of us to communicate for the time being, and for the rest, after we go out, find a professional teacher to teach you .”

"There are many ancient cultural relics here, which are hard to see on weekdays. Senior sister, don't you want to see more?"

Ayu glanced at the mural on the wall, and then at the bronze chime not far away, her complexion also turned bronze.

Qi Hao turned around and continued to walk forward. He stared at the circular halo on the ground, paying attention to every corner. Ayu behind him looked at his tall back, deliberately slowed down and repeated his old tricks, widening the distance between the two.

Qi Hao didn't hear the movement of the people behind, turned his head to look at the figure in the corner, and asked, "Senior sister, can't you walk anymore?"

With joy in his eyes, Ayu nodded subtly in the other party's gaze, looking forward to the other party's follow-up actions.

"Sister, sit here and rest for a while, I'll look around." Qi Hao walked back to the other side, put the bag on his back and put it next to the other side's legs.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Ayu's eyes: "???"

Why not go behind his back?

Ayu reached out to grab Qi Hao's wrist, but the other party dodged without leaving a trace. In the next second, a bottle of water was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

"Sister, drink more water and take a break."

Ayu grabbed the bottle of cold mineral water, and immediately felt like the bottom of a pot.

Qi Hao turned his head and pretended he didn't see anything. He walked to the front of the bronze chime, took a flashlight to check the shape of the chime, and even took out the rope to measure its size, and recorded it solemnly.

In order to ignore the scorching gaze from over there, Qi Hao tried his best to find something to do for himself. His own sketching skills are excellent, so he simply drew a front view and a side view of the chime bell.

Ayu sat on the ground, and purposely took the flashlight to shine on the person in front of him. The warm circle of light flickered around Qi Hao's body, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't even look back.

The opponent turned his back to him. From Ayu's perspective, he could only see the opponent's right hand moving from time to time and the elongated shadow on the ground.

Ayu's face was extremely ugly, his eyes moved, and a bit of sternness flashed vaguely. He lowered his head, hugged his legs and leaned against the cold wall, his lips were slightly parted, and the upper and lower lips were slightly left open. Through the gap, he gently blows air out.

Like a secret tune quietly echoing in the tomb.

Qi Hao, who was standing in front of the chime, turned a deaf ear and lowered his head, still writing and drawing in his notebook.

Something slowly swam over in the darkness.