Baiyueguang professional account

The general situation in Binshui County was exactly as An Mo had guessed. Because there were not many local people, and it was not the tourist season when the zombie virus broke out, the situation in Binshui County was not bad.

Seeing that autumn has gradually left and winter is approaching, An Mo decided to survive this winter in Binshui County.

Only him and Xin Lang's winter.

They don't plan to live in private houses, because there are few people at the intersection of the highway. Although it is safe, it is too eye-catching, but whenever a human convoy enters here, they will see them enjoying their lives. Time can tell what kind of trouble it will bring.

Xin Lang took him with him for a week, almost all over Binshui County, and finally decided...

Live in an RV.

An Mo has limited mobility, repairing the RV is almost Xin Lang's work, and the temporary residence is a chain supermarket. By the time they officially move into the RV, the weather has already started to turn cold, and two simple thin shirts can no longer resist cold.

This year's winter came very early, which made An Mo feel like he might not be able to survive the whole winter in the car.

Xin Lang didn't take it seriously. The reinforced vehicles were basically tailor-made for An Mo. He was afraid of the cold, so Xin Lang added an extra layer of insulation boards on the walls of the car, as well as air conditioners. Everything is available.

Sometimes, Xin Lang is so caring that he doesn't look like a person who has lost his memory.

"So you still don't remember anything?"

When crouching under the covers, An Mo always likes to hold a cup of hot water and chat with Xin Lang who is standing by and waiting for orders at any time.

This is not the first time An Mo asked this question, so Xin Lang could no longer control Xin Lang's emotions after being flustered at the beginning, and he could lie without changing his face: "No."

"Just remember that you are a special soldier?"

"En." Xin Lang replied in a low voice.

An Mo sighed with some distress, "It's okay, I will remember it sooner or later."

Xin Lang doesn't look young anymore, and he doesn't look like a loner. If he has memory, he might think of his family and worry about what happened to them in the last days.

Even though An Mo really wanted Xin Lang to stay by his side, if he had to pursue it, he would just be taking advantage of someone's danger.

——When Xin Lang had no memory of the past, he forced him to stay by her side.

The two sleep together every night, and the RV has been parked in the back alley of the supermarket. There will be no shortage of supplies in a short time. Although life is a bit difficult, in the end of the world, this place is definitely a warm haven.

When the first snow fell, An Mo was still asleep.

Xin Lang got up as usual, and after preparing breakfast, he went out to clean up the falling snow nearby.

The weather was really cold, and the winter clothes that Xin Lang had prepared a long time ago came in handy.

His stomach was empty, and he made a protesting sound.An Mo woke up from his sleep, lingered on the warm blanket for 2 minutes, and was attracted by the sweet aroma of the canned eight-treasure porridge next to him.

Stretching out his hand to grab it, he felt a trace of warmth, as if it had been heated just right, or as if the jar was scalding hot when the other party left. Counting the time when An Mo woke up, the iron jar gradually cooled down to its current pleasant temperature.

The corner of An Mo's mouth curled into a smile, and a soft light flashed across his eyes.

Xin Lang doesn't know how to cook. This is the first thing An Mo found out after being together for so long that it doesn't match his perfect persona who knows everything.He gets up very early every morning, but the breakfast he prepares for An Mo is full of limitations, such as slices of bread with boiled eggs, or canned eight-treasure porridge and some contemporary self-heating convenience foods. In short, he never does some tests Regarding cooking, An Mo even suspected that he couldn't tell the difference between sugar and salt.

After washing up, An Mo quickly ate the eight-treasure porridge.

The situation is not like the leisurely and slow-paced life of the past. Although they are having fun in winter, they cannot relax their vigilance.

After Xin Lang cleaned up the surrounding area, he entered the supermarket through the back door to check again, in case others entered the supermarket to seize supplies.

When he returned to the car with the frosty breath of the winter morning, An Mo blocked the door, looked him up and down, and finally made up his mind.

"You need new winter clothes." An Mo said seriously, "Go to the mall today, I'll go with you."

It is difficult to find a men's clothing store in a small county town, and self-operated stores rarely store winter clothes in advance, so the only way to find clothes that Xin Lang can wear is to go to the warehouse in the men's clothing section of the mall.

It's strange to say that Xin Lang prepared clothes for An Mo all year round, but forgot about himself completely.When he found out, An Mo got angry. Xin Lang didn't refute at that time, and after being scolded silently, he whispered that he was not in a hurry.An Mo thought that he felt that he was inconvenient to move around, so he took advantage of the good weather to prepare the things he needed first, but he didn't expect that this person was really not afraid of the cold, it was already winter, and he was still wearing thin clothes.

Of course Xin Lang is not afraid of the cold, he doesn't feel hot or cold, and he doesn't need to eat to fill his stomach.But in order to hide it from the gentle young man, he had to waste materials appropriately.

Even if you don't need it, it takes extra effort.

"I'll go by myself." Xin Lang said quickly, "You, stay."

An Mo was very stubborn, "I'll go too."

Although it is inconvenient to move, An Mo is not making trouble unreasonably. Xin Lang has gone out alone many times, saying that he is preparing the items he needs, but in fact, every time he comes back, he prepares what An Mo needs.

He seemed to be able to deal with all the dangerous situations in the outside world with ease. In this case, An Mo simply went out with him to put pressure on Xin Lang despite the danger.

An Mo insisted on going out, even if Xin Lang was worried about his comfort, he could not completely restrict his personal freedom.

So Xin Lang drove over the long-abandoned black jeep, cleaned it up, and carried An Mo into the car.

"Is it heavy?"

An Mo is very confident about his weight, but he is not confident about three or four winter clothes inside and out.Binshui County is located in the north. It has just entered winter, and snowflakes are piling up all over the ground. In two months, it will only get colder and colder.

Xin Lang shook his head, holding him firmly,

An Mo sat in the co-pilot, and felt a faint tingling sensation in his legs, as if they were frozen.

His legs were not completely disabled, and he was unable to stand and walk after the car accident. Part of the reason was that the treatment was not timely, and he was depressed during the rehabilitation period, which caused him to miss the best time. Then he regained his strength and his life was back on track. Enough time to focus on recovery.

"Actually, I can stand up." When the car started, with the roar, An Mo whispered something, as if he was speaking to Xin Lang, but he didn't care whether the other party heard it or not.

Xin Lang has keen hearing, so how could he not have heard his words, he paused when he turned the steering wheel, and said word by word: "I'll accompany you."

These three words contain too much.

The two came to a nearby shopping mall.

The place in Binshui County is not big, and the shopping mall is also an old-fashioned wholesale shopping mall.The whole place was very dilapidated, and the inside was extremely dark. They found a place where there were not many zombies and got out of the car. An Mo sat in a wheelchair with a sharp knife on his lap.

This is his self-defense weapon.

Xin Lang forcefully pushed him towards the inside of the mall. Their movements were already very careful, but they still made quite a noise because of the wheelchair.

An Mo is considering whether to recover, one winter and one spring, as long as he perseveres, he will be able to run in a critical moment, instead of sitting dryly in a wheelchair waiting for Xin Lang to take care of him.

The elevator couldn't be used, so Xin Lang hugged An Mo and walked up the stairs.All the way unimpeded to the men's clothing area on the third floor.

During this period, An Mo didn't see a single zombie, so he was extremely surprised.

"We didn't encounter any zombies." An Mo looked solemn, and did not dare to relax his vigilance, "There is something wrong here."

Xin Lang paused, did not speak, but walked forward on his own.

How could there be no zombies?This is the most crowded place, but he controls them all in a corner that An Mo can't see.

In the men's clothing section, An Mo sat on the wheelchair again, rummaged through the large warehouse behind, and finally found a few unsalable winter clothes from last year.

"You should be able to wear these."

Xin Lang immediately began to undress in front of An Mo, and when he met his slightly dazed eyes, he leaned over with deep eyes.

Breathing stagnantly, An Mo looked at the proud naked body in front of him, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Then I felt the clothes being pulled from my hand.

An Mo: ...

[Host, what were you looking forward to just now? 】

The system asked a question quietly in its mind.

An Mo turned his head and cleared his throat. While replying that he didn't think about anything, he blocked the system.

Xin Lang changed into a new suit, which seemed to be as thick as An Mo's, before he began to pack other clothes into the big bag.Pretending to be a pretense, but also to decorate An Mo who has everything, as if there is never too much supplies for him.

When going downstairs, seeing that there was no danger around, An Mo wanted to walk up the stairs by himself.

When there is a handrail, his arm supports the handrail hard, even if his legs can't use his strength, he can barely go downstairs.

Xin Lang doted on him in every possible way. He dragged a large bag full of clothes in one hand and a folding wheelchair in the other, guarding An Mo's side, and followed him down step by step.

Walking up a flight of stairs was very strenuous, cold sweat broke out on An Mo's forehead, his legs were weak, and as a result, he felt numb and painful just after taking two steps.

Just after turning a corner, a black shadow flashed past the second-floor emergency exit.

An Mo's face darkened, and he stood motionless.

"There is something."

The black shadow looks like a human being, and it is probably a zombie.

Xin Lang narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light overflowed from his eyes.

He sensed that it wasn't zombies hiding nearby, but people.

In this shopping mall, I am afraid that some of the human beings who have survived the stock are hiding.

But now, human beings are as terrifying as cannibal zombies, and they must not be taken lightly.

The next moment, the person in the corner walked out slowly, dressed in black, with what looked like cushions tied to his legs and arms, wearing a motorcycle helmet on his head, and holding a baseball bat in his hand.

He walked very carefully and didn't seem to want to make other noises, so when he stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at An Mo and Xin Lang, An Mo decided that he was a human being, not a zombie.

Neither side spoke first, even the survivors who had fully attacked.

An Mo took Xin Lang's hand and silently rubbed against his palm.

The understanding Xin Lang raised his eyebrows, and slowly put down the bag and wheelchair in his hand in front of the survivors.

The author has something to say: The timeline of this world can be longer!

I didn't update yesterday, sorry, I'm really tired these days.

Started to save manuscripts again today, the update time of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow is [-]:[-] pm, the manuscripts have already been saved, feel free to squat and update!