poor road [end times]

The ninth floor says whether it is high or not, or whether it is low or not.

The height is enough to avoid the siege of zombies, and you are not afraid that zombies will build a wall of corpses in groups, and it is not too difficult to climb stairs up and down.At the same time, the objects downstairs are within the attack range of the archery, and standing on the top of the building can see all the situations below.

It can be said that it is quite suitable as a personal temporary fortress.

When Feng Lin went upstairs, his steps were in a hurry, he didn't stop for a moment, and his breathing was messed up - not because of fatigue, but because of excitement.

He used to be reluctant to go on a business trip, and he could take it seriously during class and work, but whenever he was free, he would want to send Yang Yiqin a message.This is the first time they have lost contact for such a long time since they were together.

Counting from yesterday morning, it was obvious that he hadn't seen each other for only one day and one night, but he felt like a lifetime had passed.

Wang Che behind him couldn't keep up with Feng Lin's speed. The moment he climbed up to the top floor and saw Yang Yiqin, he was almost moved to tears.

I saw Yang Yiqin opened the safety door in the stairwell and was standing there waiting for them.

"Woooooo... Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time! You just look so handsome!!" Wang Che burst into tears, "I was so moved to see you after running away for a day. Is this the taste of home?"

Before Yang Yiqin could speak, Feng Lin refuted his words very seriously: "This is not your home."

Wang Che: "..."

Feng Lin looked at Yang Yiqin persistently, "It's my home."

After finishing speaking, he put the arrow in Yang Yiqin's palm, then stepped forward, hugged him, and tightened his arms tightly.He pressed his forehead against the other's shoulder, felt the other's body temperature through the thin summer clothes, and didn't raise his head for a long time.

It wasn't until this moment that I finally had the real sense of being alive.

"I am back."

Feng Lin said in a low voice.

Yang Yiqin raised his hand and stroked the other person's hair: "Welcome home."

Feng Lin's hair is light brown, and the hair near the temples and neck has been shaved off. This hairstyle makes his aura sharper and suits him very well.And the reason why he cut this hairstyle is because Yang Yiqin praised others that shaving his sideburns is cool.

Since then, Yang Yiqin has seldom praised other people's hairstyles—it was because he was afraid that Feng Lin would suddenly come back with a bald head one day, and at the same time, he also thought that his hair looks very good now.

The two of them originally had tens of thousands of words in their hearts, but at the moment of embracing each other, they all became ordinary but precious small talk.Yang Yiqin stroked Feng Lin's temples, and said with a smile, "The end of the world has come, now you can't keep your cool hair."

"It's okay." Feng Lin said, "I don't have professional tools, so I can just scrape with a knife."

Yang Yiqin raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of cutting off your head?"

"Trust your skills."

"Indeed, I have been playing with knives since I was three years old."

Having said that, both of them laughed.

Yang Yiqin didn't forget to settle accounts with him: "Are you still running away from home?"

"No." Feng Lin's voice was dull, "I will never leave you again."

Because of the design of one elevator, one household, they hugged directly in the shared front room of the elevator and stairs, without entering the room.Wang Che on the side lowered his sense of existence winkingly, and stood by the wall silently. While he was moved, he burst into tears because of his loneliness.

however--

Wang Che couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Brother, 10 minutes have passed, aren't you hungry?"

Yang Yiqin pressed Feng Lin's head, and Feng Lin finally raised his head.

He was a little taller than Yang Yiqin. He stood up straight and lowered his head slightly, with his eyelids lowered. He looked like a hunter with his minions folded and very obedient.

Yang Yiqin asked: "Have you not eaten?"

Feng Lin nodded: "Not yet."

Wang Che rubbed his stomach: "I'm going to be hungry. If it wasn't for Brother Yang, you just shot and killed the zombies with arrows. We might not be able to defeat them."

"That's you." Feng Lin never gave up in front of Yang Yiqin, "I can fight."

"Is there no snacks in the studio? You don't collect any supplies, and you might be trapped and die on the way." Yang Yiqin opened the door, greeted the two of them and walked inside, "Come in quickly. Fortunately, there is still gas at home, let me cook a meal for you, maybe you won’t be able to eat pure white rice in the future.”

Wang Che's face was broken: "Brother Yang, don't say that, I just felt a little safer, and I started to feel anxious again when you said that."

Feng Lin said: "Anxiety is a good thing, born in sorrow and died in peace."

Wang Che: "..."

The pattern has grown.

During the meal, the three of them exchanged the information they had obtained during the day and night, so as to prepare for their future survival—mainly Feng Lin and Yang Yiqin were communicating.

Wang Che is thinking about the possibility of finding his parents.

I don't know if there will be days of peaceful dining like this in the future.

"Speaking of which, this is my first visit to your house." Wang Che looked around the room and said, "Although I played basketball in the basketball court downstairs a few times, I have never been invited here by Feng Lin. "

"It's not that I didn't invite you." Yang Yiqin said, "Grandpa Feng lived here at that time."

I still remember that in the last semester of the third year of high school, Grandpa Feng was hospitalized due to illness. Feng Lin didn't show it on his face, but he was very depressed. At that time, Yang Yiqin and him could only be regarded as "basketball friends". He didn't even provoke him anymore, and just waited for him on the basketball court for several days.

Later Yang Yiqin learned the truth and stayed with him all the time.

It's a pity that old man Feng still didn't survive the winter of that year.

Now that Feng Lin has come out, the two of them no longer shy away from mentioning the deceased Grandpa Feng.

Wang Che didn't know much about Feng Lin's private affairs, so he suddenly realized what he said, and nodded with a smile: "Really?"

"No." Feng Lin rolled up his sleeves and put away the bowls and chopsticks, "It's just that there is no need to invite."

After speaking, he turned and went to wash the dishes.

The two of them have always cooked by one, while the other washed the dishes.Such a simple, clear and fair division of labor is Yang Yiqin's style at first glance.

"...That's true. Although Feng Lin and I are classmates in high school, we have a normal relationship. We have only played basketball for him a few times. We are definitely not as familiar as we are now when we jointly founded a studio." Wang Che scratched his head and asked a little awkwardly, "Yes Brother Yang, can you arrange some work for me? Zombies are rampant outside, I can't calm down at all, I always feel uncomfortable if I don't do something. "

Yang Yiqin was cleaning the recovered arrows. Hearing this, he said to him: "Then help me sharpen the arrows."

Wang Che: "Grind the arrow?"

"Yes, for the sake of price and safety, most of the knives and arrows I bought were unsharp knives and arrows." Yang Yiqin took out some new arrows and handed them to him, "Last night I used the whetstone to open it for most of the night. The blade came in handy this morning."

Wang Che was surprised: "There is a whetstone at home?"

Yang Yiqin smiled: "Personal hobbies, personal hobbies." After finishing speaking, he squeezed his arm again and shook his head, "After grinding for most of the night, the arm muscles are a little sore, and the state is not good."

Because he has been busy with work during this time, the time for exercise has been greatly reduced. Although he is still in good shape, he is still a bit worse than at his peak.Otherwise, the workload last night would have made his arms sore.

But now in the end of the world, in order to survive every minute and every second, he has to endure exercise, and he should be able to return to his peak state in a few days.

Hearing Yang Yiqin say that he was not in good shape, Wang Che thought of the figure of the other party standing on the balcony shooting arrows an hour ago.

Can't it be called?

Wang Che gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Brother Yang, I have admired you since high school!"

Speaking of high school, while drying and oiling the arrows, Yang Yiqin remembered the past: "When you were in high school, many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

From the first semester of his freshman year, Yang Yiqin started a part-time job, working as a tutor in a family in the Tonghuayuan Community on weekdays and weekends.Because he likes sports, after discovering that there is such a large newly built basketball court next to the community, he will play basketball for an hour every time after the tutoring class.

It was also at that time that he met Feng Lin who was still in high school.