Quanzai Cone

The hand that reached out to the side felt empty.

The alarm clock set by the tactical watch was still beeping. I was startled, sat up quickly, rubbed my eyes in a daze while hugging the quilt, and called out vaguely.

"Zhijun?"

All I got was silence.

Fully awake now, I turned off my watch and looked around, only the night light in the bedroom was constantly on.The place where the palm was pressed was already freezing, and the person who was supposed to sleep on it had already left.

I got up and got dressed, turned off the night light and replaced it with an overhead light, picked up the plastic basin for storing toiletries under the suddenly bright light, went to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Zhijun? Are you in there?"

The door was ajar, and there was no one in the gap that slid open with the strength.I opened the door and stepped in, turned on the light, and the mirror above the sink reflected the empty bathroom and me who was at a loss.

Did you go to the living room?I thought about it while washing up.

The echoing bathroom multiplied the silence of the safehouse, making me a little hairy, and hastened to finish my morning preparations.Back in the bedroom to put down my things, I wrapped my coat and opened the bedroom door.

"Zhijun, what's for breakfast?"

Although it is compressed food other than canned food, you can always choose a variety.I smiled and looked around, but I still didn't see anyone.

"...Zhijun?" I couldn't settle down and my throat tightened, I grabbed the cuff, opened and closed my lips several times before I found my voice, and called softly.

Of course there was no response.

I took a breath, walked outside the small kitchen and looked around: "Where are you?"

no one.

Turning to look behind the objects that can block people in the living room, I couldn't help feeling anxious.

"If you hear it, please reply me, it's not hide-and-seek!" I opened the big box of the weapon, "Zhi—Jun—"

A box full of grenades made me quickly back away and put the lid back on its end.

...How could it be here!

Blaming myself in my heart, I walked around the room several times like a headless chicken, but found nothing.

are you out?

Taking a breath and thinking of this, I groped carefully again, but couldn't find the way out at all.Standing blankly back in the center of the living room, the shelter seemed to have turned into a cramped tomb in an instant, trying to trap me to death here alone.

How long can food and water last?I don't know how long my mind wandered, and my thoughts turned to a very realistic direction.

I sat on the sofa in a daze, kicked off my shoes, curled my legs and hugged my knees.

...Can we find the exit before the food runs out...No, Zhijun should be back soon...Because it's too quiet to cause confusion?Never knew I was so afraid of being alone...

Take heart!

I yelled in my heart, but my eye sockets still burned uncontrollably.

The next moment, the ceiling in the corner of the living room suddenly heard the sound of a mechanism operating.Zhijun jumped out of the hole that was enough for a normal adult to pass through.

I was taken aback and went to see him with tears in my eyes.

He had just come back from the outside with hoarfrost, his ill-fitting clothes were filled with crushed snow, and his skin was pale and slightly blue from the cold.His expression was still a little sleepy and calm, like a cedar with heavy branches, he walked up to me and bent down while shaking off hoarfrost.

"Are you crying from fright, miss?" The tone was both cold and teasing.

I sniffed and looked up at him: "No!"

In fact, there was no reason to get angry with him, but he was inexplicably angry.

Zhijun looked at me, his eyes full of subtle scrutiny, and said leisurely: "Tears are falling, huh?"

"No!" I retorted angrily.

I didn't know why he was so persistent, so he continued to ask, "Really?"

Still crying, I stood up on my knees, calmed down a little, and suddenly changed my mind and said loudly: "Yeah, I couldn't help crying because I couldn't find you——If you come back later, you can see the wail I'm crying!"

I pursed my mouth and wiped away the tears, jumped off the sofa, grabbed Zhijun who was stunned again, and "slapped" the broken snow off his body, and drove him back to the bed in the bedroom.

"It's almost soaked, if I don't keep warm, I will cry at your tombstone next step!" I roughly wrapped him in a quilt, complained and ran to the small kitchen to boil water to wash towels.

Supervising him to drink the hot water and find a dry change of clothes, I frowned at his oversized clothes in the suitcase, and fished out a set of close-fitting underwear.

"It's time to wear my coat. Anyway, we are about the same height now." I said, and took out the needle and thread that I thoughtfully prepared ten years later from the side zipper.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the underwear in my arms, I threaded a needle and began to hem them.

To be honest, my skills in this area are limited to sewing, so there is no need to look forward to it being beautiful and neat.

While struggling hard, the chubby Zhijun with only his head exposed moved to my side, looked at it with his head, and laughed: "It's amazing, the stitches came back to life~"

"Don't be sarcastic, or you can do it yourself." I tried my best to straighten the crooked lines, and choked back angrily.

"Don't." Zhijun rolled down beside me, glanced at me lightly with his kite-colored eyes, and said in a drawn-out tone, "People like Miss are not my type at all—"

I was very annoyed as I was staring at the sleeves with all my attention, so I replied naturally: "So you are not in love with me when I was 15 years old!"

——Fortunately, I didn't meet the 15-year-old him, otherwise I would have turned against him!