This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

The reconstruction work in the last days is progressing very smoothly, the faces of the people are swept away from the haze of the disaster, and even the sky is bluer than in the last days.

Human beings are rebuilding everything that was destroyed, and various supporting facilities and supplies on the island are gradually improving.

Re-establishing the system is always busy for a while. Mijingtang has been running between various meetings for a period of time. The collection of various materials, transfers, and personnel arrangements have to go through him.As a supply and demand officer, Zou Lang was able to stay on the island. He was responsible for the supplies of these semi-zombified personnel, and the job of communicating with people every day was also suitable for him.

The government has re-formulated various rules and regulations and deployment plans for the undead, and this elite army will only be used in times of disaster and major distress.

After this busy period passed, Mijingtang noticed that Zou Lang had started to become abnormal, and he would suddenly make phone calls behind his back.They will also go out suddenly without saying hello.At the beginning, Mijingtang didn't take it seriously. He felt that Zou Lang, as a specially approved resident human being on the island, should have his own circle of friends and life. After all, they are completely different, and they can't even enjoy delicious food together.He didn't want him to be imprisoned on this island like other living dead, but one day, when Yu Jingtang was helping Zou Lang with laundry, he found several credit card slips with a large amount of money.

Holding those small notes, Mijingtang raised his eyebrows. He didn't quite know what happened, but he suddenly had a subtle premonition...

He quickly made a mental construction for himself, and then felt that it didn't matter whether it was good or bad.

Feelings are like this, maybe they can go through big storms, but in the end many people...

No, most of the people were defeated by Feng Pinglang.

This Sunday, Zou Lang went out mysteriously again, and Mijingtang cleaned up the room alone at home. In the end of the world, their things were always moved around. In the end, many things felt unnecessary. .But those old things were not willing to throw them away, so a few boxes were moved from this place to another place intact, and finally followed them to come here.

One by one, Mijingo took off the tape that sealed the boxes, and put everything inside in different places.

There are expired mosquito repellent, tape seals, unopened towels, books, tutorials, pens, some things are his, and some things are after Zou Lang came.

Mijingtang suddenly realized that people have accumulated so many things over the long years, which are not commonly used in daily life, but they have recorded the details of life.These things are like memories, many of them may be forgotten, but the past is there.

While packing up his things, Mijingtang stopped his hand and his gaze stayed on a notebook.

This notebook is what he used frequently before the end of the world. He wrote and drew casually, including tactical analysis, strategic thinking, and some life thoughts. Later, after the end of the world, he took more and more actions, so he didn't have much time to record.

Sitting on a big box, Mijingdou opened his notebook casually, feeling like he was talking to his past self.Many things seem a little naive now, and he is also curious that his past self would think that way.

Mijingtang turned to a page and saw a sentence: "The end of the world has come, people can't imagine there is a future."

He remembered that when he wrote this sentence, he fought against zombies for the first time, and after 24 hours of rescue, he couldn't sleep after returning, so he got up and wrote this sentence in his notebook. At that time, his My hands are shaking, and I don't know if I have a future.

After turning a few more pages, he saw another sentence: "I didn't save that girl." It was a battle at the beginning of the last days, and a girl fell into a group of corpses before their eyes.

Mijingtang suddenly felt his nose a little sour, and he turned a few more pages, "I have a mission tomorrow, I hope it goes well." He remembered that when he wrote this sentence, he had just talked to his superior, who asked him to rescue the home of Army Commander Zou. The young master offered to let his mother receive better medical treatment in exchange. At that time, he still felt a little resentful.

Mijingtang finally turned to the end of the record, and the scrawled handwriting said: "That trouble, I really can't get rid of it!" At that time, Zou Lang had just arrived at Division K, a standard two hundred and five.

Seeing this, Mijingtang suddenly smiled. At that time, he never thought that this trouble would become the greatest luck in his life.

That's the end of the notebook, and he never used it again after that.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the window, bringing with it the unique freshness of the sea breeze. Mijingdou got up and closed the window. When he came back, he found that the book was turned by the wind, and a line of black writing came into his eyes.

"I found this notebook secretly today. It should have been recorded a long time ago. It's already grown grass, and I haven't seen the instructor write anything down. If I guessed right, the trouble should refer to me. As trouble, shouldn't I also write order what?"

It was not his handwriting, but Zou Lang's. Mijingtang didn't know when or under what circumstances this sentence was written.

"It seems that you want to run away again. Why does such a brave person like to run away from feelings so much?"

"Seeing that you drank today, I really want to fight with Zou Fang."

"Everything will be fine in the future, at least I will try my best. Trust me."

……

"I was bitten by a zombie, maybe today's sentence is my last words, I hope you can go on well."

"No, I still can't let go, as long as I haven't turned into a zombie for a second, I love you for a second."

On this sunny morning, flipping through this notebook, which was not considered a diary, suddenly the corners of Mijingdou's eyes got wet.

The past that passed away with the wind is like slowly turning the pages of a book.

If he hadn't sorted out old things here, maybe he wouldn't be able to see these words in his life.The record stayed on the day they went to the Second Research Institute, maybe he should look through the zombie breeding diary later.

Mijingtang took out his mobile phone, found Zou Lang's name, and sent two words: "Zou Lang".

Zou Lang paused for a few seconds and replied: "?".

Mijingtang calmed down and sent three words, "Thank you."

Thank you for accompanying me through a period of life.

Zou Lang's hair stood on end, "Daughter-in-law, what's wrong? What are you doing?!"

"It's nothing."

Mijingtang looked at Zou Lang's profile picture on the phone screen, his body was cold, but his chest was warm at this moment.

Nothing, just... I love you.

Zou Lang's phone call came in an instant, and Mijingtang explained to him in a calm voice. He just saw that he had left food for him in the refrigerator, and suddenly felt a little emotional. Zou Lang listened to him on the other end of the phone. , hung up the phone a little suspiciously.

On this day, Zou Lang didn't come back until evening again, he had already eaten outside, and Yu Jingtang was drowsy, so the two of them said hello and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Mijingtang woke up suddenly, and there was something itchy in his hand.When he opened his eyes, he saw Zou Lang fiddling with his hands.

Mijingtang asked, "What are you doing?"

Zou Lang blinked and looked at him, "Your fingers are dirty, I'll wipe them for you." He pulled something away awkwardly while speaking.

Mijingtang looked at his slender and pale fingers, which were clean. Although he had a history of biting his fingers, it was a long time ago. There is no one who gets up in the middle of the night to wipe his hands. This lie is a bit too crude. It's not like Zou Lang's level.And even though Zou Lang's speed was very fast, he still saw that there was a small note wrapped around his ring finger just now.

Mijingtang suddenly understood the strange phone call, the large card swiping slip, and the small note on his ring finger. He didn't ask any more questions. He narrowed his eyes like a cat just waking up, stretched out his hand to pull Zou Lang, and returned Give him a kiss, then turn around, and pretend to continue to sleep.

He decided to pretend not to know that there was a grand proposal waiting for him.

It's like he pretended not to have seen those words in the notebook.

This time, he will not run away again, nor will he refuse again.

Thank you, I have you in this life.