Zombie University

The day when the communication was completely restored, the comrades-in-arms of the Wusheng class were taking different trains and embarking on their respective return journeys. |

Although I have made contact with my family with military equipment in advance, after all, the resources are tight and the time is short. Therefore, when the mobile phone suddenly recovered the signal, the first reaction of all the friends who did not sacrifice the phone in the battle, they still called their parents.

The signal on the bumpy railroad track is very poor, and almost a whole train is dialing at the same time. When the parents' voice is finally heard, many people's trains have entered their hometown.

Hug, reunite, cry in silence.

The same scene is performed at each different train station.

These families are lucky because there are still many families who can't wait to return to their wanderers.

That was Song Fei's most memorable spring in his life in the past two decades.

The rescue progress is being broadcast every day on TV. After the disaster, he watched the mountains and rivers regain their beauty and watched the city return to tranquility. Sometimes, without realizing it, they burst into tears.

The disaster that swept through more than half of the world finally came to an end when early summer came.

When the last zombie was killed in Africa, the virus was finally controlled. Although its source is still an unsolved mystery, people have finally won the time to study it for themselves, or even completely defeat it.

At that time, most of the post-disaster reconstruction in the country was completed.

After all, infected people are still flesh and blood, and the damage caused to cities is much smaller than natural disasters and wars.

Looking at the city's gradual restoration to its former appearance, people's hearts are slowly healing, the streets are bustling day by day, bustling, and life is gradually returning to the right track.

After sixteen friends finally hooked up, and finally found one day to be able to go online collectively, it was July and the summer heat.

Beijing time, at 8.57 am, the sun is full.

Song Fei sat in front of the newly purchased all-in-one machine, mastered the mouse skillfully, and with the great cadre of the class cadres, clicked on the Wusheng class q group who finally put together the last lost comrade in arms last month.

Finally, the time in the lower right corner of the computer became nine o'clock, and Song Fei clicked decisively to initiate a multiplayer video.

Two minutes later, all the friends' faces appeared on the screen. One box is next to the other. Fortunately, Song Fei's screen is large enough to see who is who.

"Hello……"

"I go, this dense head ..."

"good morning……"

"I want to die you guys!"

"Don't come unharmed."

"Zhao He, you block the curtains, your head is too reflective ..."

"Is anyone listening to me!"

"Why do you ask what you eat?"

"I should change to a big screen phone ..."

A dozen little friends spoke together. The scene was quite spectacular. The sound of the waves was so close to the magic sound that Song Fei almost exploded his head--

"Shut up for me!"

The world is momentarily quiet.

Long time.

All my friends heard a strange, apparently old, calm voice——

"Your squad leader is very deterrent, not bad."

If it was quiet just now, it is dead now.

Wusheng class friends, whether they are facing the computer, holding the tablet, or holding the mobile phone, are motionless, only looking frantically in a dozen video frames ...

Soon, the exclamation of Qiao ’s classmate came from the video——

"Dad?"

Little friends, black lines, co-authored, you do n’t know that you are being screened! ! !

With precise positioning, the friends finally saw the middle-aged man in the video frame of Qiao Siqi.

Daddy Qiao is completely different from Dang'er Langdang's son. Although he only shows one face, he has a magnificent appearance between the eyebrows and is quite a Confucian merchant. When he dresses up in his youth, it is definitely a charming uncle who can captivate countless girls.

However, the friends of the Wusheng class are not fans after all.

Daddy Joe is handsome again, still dad. This is like having an appointment with a classmate whose parents are definitely not at home. A group of friends happily arrived, kicking the door at will, shouting, Erfei, we are here. As soon as the door opened, it was the smiling face of the loving father.

This is very embarrassing.

"Cough, that, aren't you going to the company?" Facing the delicate expressions of his comrades in arms, Qiao Siqi can only "communicate" with his dear father.

"Not in a hurry," Father Qiao was kind, "I want to get to know you little classmates."

Qiao Siqi almost blurted out, "They don't want to know you", but he was still a little afraid of his dad, so he could only introduce all his comrades one by one-

"This is Song Fei ..."

"Good uncle."

"This is Qi Yan."

"Good uncle."

"Monday Law ..."

"Good uncle."

"..."

Fifteen little friends cleverly pointed at the camera, and even the lying ones climbed up and sat dangerously, dignified like a bride to be married, just waiting for the Qiao family to review.

Finally introduced, Joskey breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his father expectantly.

Father Qiao looked back quietly, his eyes simple and innocent.

Qiao Siqi was desperate, and he went out, half complaining and half discussing, and said his heart: "You are sitting here, how can we talk ..."

As soon as the voice fell, Father Qiao flashed out the video frame.

Then all the friends disappeared and only heard their voices: "Now let's go. If you talk to you, it's as if I don't exist."

After a long and quiet one minute.

Qiao Siqi: "Uh, you have been okay for a while."

Song Fei: "Oh, it's good."

Monday law: "Well, what about you?"

Qiao Siqi: "It's good too."

Luo Geng: "I don't know when the school will start."

Qi Yan: "It's coming soon."

Zhao He: "I am really looking forward to it."

Feng Qibai: "Yeah, I don't know what the classmates are like, especially miss them ..."

He Zhiwen: "Cough ..."

Li Jingyu: "Xiao He, are you okay?"

He asked: "No, no, I'm fine, hehe."

Mavison: "How many times have you said, eat slowly, don't always worry us."

Question for He: "..."

Huang Mo: "Do you have to make up the fourth and sixth grades?"

Lin Dilei: "No notice yet."

Fu Xiyuan: "Whether or not we should learn."

Wu Zhou: "Yeah, you can't waste your good time on playing."

Kuang Ye: "... how have you been for a while?"

All comrades: "Qiao Siqi asked this."

Kuang Ye: "Then you must leave me a healthy topic!"

I do n’t know if I watched the flowers of the motherland stretched too hard, and finally Father Joe opened the net and left the room.

Before leaving, he returned to the camera and said goodbye to his friends: "It's nice to meet you, you are all good children."

Fifteen little friends smiled and waved to say uncle goodbye, every video frame is [Goodbye.jpg].

As classmate Qiao ’s bedroom door was closed from the outside, everyone collapsed completely, more tired than a wave of zombies.

"Do you know how hard I am now," Qiao Siqi covered his chest, "The most terrible thing in the world is not that you have a generation gap with your father, but that your father must make friends with you!"

Wu Zhou brought out the red sausage and kvass again, and ate a bite of the intestine and smelt it out: "Do n’t you know that you are not in the blessing. Such an enlightened dad ca n’t ask for anything."

Kuang Ye: "That is, how good it is to be friends, to treat each other as equals, and to convince people with reason."

Qiao Siqi: "When you want to talk to you, you are a friend, and when you are fat, you are a dad. You have to give it to you."

Kuang Ye: "..."

Wu Zhou: "..."

He Zhi asked: "Mom, don't give it to me, I can't eat it ..."

All comrades: "... Where is another mother ?!"

Multiplayer videos are risky, and you need to be cautious when talking.

Finally, when He Zhiwen asked, there were no more oranges in the video frame and more watermelon in the moment, so the friends were completely relaxed.

Actually, this video has no purpose, just a few months apart, and I miss each other a little bit.

But the comrades in the Wusheng class will never say so clearly.

Their love for each other ’s comrades-in-arms is reflected in "come and hurt each other"-

He Zhi asked: "I grew three centimeters tall? So you are one meter seven now?"

Li Jingyu: "One meter seven one!"

Zhao He: "Feng Qibai, have you cut your hair?"

Feng Qibai: "Eyes are pretty thieves."

Zhao He: "How to cut it so short?"

Feng Qibai: "I used to look too decadent and change my style."

Zhao He: "I still like long hair."

Feng Qibai: "You are not persuasive to say this!"

Qiao Siqi: "Will you buy a car again?"

Mavison: "Yo, you found it."

Qiao Siqi: "You are almost under the camera ..."

Mavison: "Out of print Harley, you may not be able to buy if you have money!"

Luo Geng: "I just want to know why I put the motorcycle in the bedroom ..."

Mavison: "My dad won't let me go to bed."

Luo Geng: "Your father is a true friend ..."

Monday law: "Don't mess with jasper!"

All comrades: "..."

Is suddenly quiet again.

This video is really ups and downs.

All the friends focused their attention on Monday Law. I saw a fresh living room with wood color and green plants in the video frame, and the owner of the English name had already jumped off the shoulders of Zhou classmates, standing on the sofa armrests not far away. On, staring at this piece of Jiangshan.

Lin Dilei: "So cute!"

Huang Mo: "How old are you?"

The girls stared in an instant.

On Monday, Lu Li got up, and regardless of the disdainful face, he hugged the black and white meow master directly into his arms, then sat back in front of the camera, pinched the small meat pad to make the family beckon with his comrades, and also deliberately pinched his voice to voice: Hello, my name is jasper, I am four years old this year ... "

In view of the fact that the cat is really cute, everyone decided to forgive the fake childish sound of the surname Zhou's comrade-in-arms.

But not everyone is addicted to the dream world of Yunlu Cat——

Qiao Siqi: "jas ......"

Mavison: "per?"

Song Fei understands their moods. After all, they are all alphabetic. When I think of Monday when they call them their English names, they may think it is squeezing the small meat claws in their heads.

"Little mine," Luo Geng suddenly said, "Look at the camera."

Named without warning, Lin Dilei did just that.

As a result, Luo Geng took a decisive screenshot and sent it to another friend on q.

It wasn't until the sound of the little penguin's prompt sounded that Lin Dilei reacted and asked a little bit unhappy, "Who did you intercept the photo to?"

Luo Geng didn't answer. He stared at the screen for a long time before complaining sadly: "My mother said I'm dying □□ I want to eat swan meat ... Is this really my mother!"

Lin Dilei froze.

Indifferent little friends burst into tears.

It's been nonsense for more than two hours, until Wang Qingyuan has something to go, this off-site class meeting came to an end.

Watching the little friends disconnect one by one, somehow, Song Fei didn't move.

Qi Yan didn't move.

Finally, the two of them remained.

For a long time, no one talked, only looked at each other, quietly, with a seemingly absurd smile.

"I see enough." Finally, Song Fei couldn't hold back and broke the silence.

Qi Yan raised the corner of his mouth and spit out a word: "No."

Song Fei simply stood up and took two steps back, turning around twice in the same place: "This time is enough."

Qi Yan shook his head with dissatisfaction: "Too much clothes, bad reviews."

Song Fei looked at his vest and shorts with black thread, reminding bf: "If you take it off again, I should be invited by the net police to drink tea."

Qi Yanle, no longer teasing him, seriously: "How is your home?"

Song Fei's father fell off the stairs and broke his arm in order to save people. Although it wasn't too dangerous, but after a hundred days of injury, when I saw the old man hanging his arm in a white bandage at the train station, he still scared Song Fei's life.

He only talked to Qi Yan about this matter, so now Qi Yan is asking about his family, but he knows that it is his father's injury.

"The plaster was removed. The doctor said that the recovery was very good, and it will have no effect on the future."

"That's good."

No more words.

Song Fei found that if they did not fight each other, they would easily make the air suddenly quiet.

This kind of quietness is easy to embarrass, but it is also easy to make people feel the emotion of saying something in their heart——

"Thank you."

Only two words, but it has been hidden in Song Fei's belly for a few months.

Qi Yan was really unprepared for this, and hadn't figured it out for a long time, he had to ask: "Thank me what?"

"Everything." Started, and it wouldn't be difficult no matter how difficult, "Thank you for coming back to the dormitory to find me when you were in trouble. Thank you for prying the elevator in the Gewu building to save me. , Thank you ... did not agree to break up. "

Qi Yan blinked in a daze, feeling the heat in his heart for the first time.

Song Fei was amused by his dull appearance, shyness was diluted, and scornful eyes rose again: "Hey, you are ready to listen to good words, don't give back?"

Qi Yan asked blankly: "What do you want to hear?"

Song Fei opened his mouth and said: "You're welcome, this is what I should do. And without your wisdom, we can't be finally rescued. You are a torch, you are a beacon, you are the only one of my words ..."

Qi Yan: "How many English words do you recite?"

Song Fei: "..."

Do n’t say if you want to retaliate so hard!

Qi, who has completely recovered from God, never took advantage of Song Fei to break his last hope: "School starts on September 1."

Song Fei froze: "Is there a notice?"

Qi Yan: "Not yet."

Song Fei: "How do you know?"

Qi Yan: "Inside the Student Union."

Song Fei: "... I hate the privileged class!"

When the video ended with bf, it was already noon, and the sun was roasting the earth, and even the leaves were curling.

But Song Fei is happy like a little spring swallow.

Song Fei ’s mother opened the door and called her son to eat. When she saw the strange scene of her son turning around in the house, she was so scared that she forgot what she wanted to say.

But the son did n’t mind and gave her a bear hug, simple and pure like childhood.

Song Fei ’s mother ’s heart was all embraced by her son, and she even began to worry about the future—would such a good son marry his wife and forget her?