Xiao Shenwei was gone.

This is what Rong Yun found when he woke up the next morning.

The house was empty, and the door was wide open.

Rong Yun stood in the living room blank for two seconds, forcing himself to calm down.

Then there was a sudden explosion of "pong!!!!!" outside the window, making the windows tremble.

A scent wafted in slowly from the door.

...well, it smells like...

...emmmm popcorn? ? ?

Seemingly thinking of something, Rong Yun blinked and bowed his head. Sure enough, he saw a few grains of white rice scattered on the floor under his feet, extending all the way to the door.

Turning around, Rong Yun stood by the window and looked down.

In the courtyard downstairs, an uncle with a shaggy beard sat on a pony, and in front of him was turning a **** pot, which was on fire.

The uncle was surrounded by a group of children, most of them holding cloth bags, which were stuffed with bulging bags.

...except for the zombie surnamed Xiao who was squatting among a group of children, with his sweater and hat on his head like a big potato.

Rong Yun was silent for a while, then went downstairs.

The second pot was still rustling in the jar, and the children were not afraid, and jokingly leaned in front of them, making fun of them while eating.

His zombie squatted beside him without a word, buttoning his hat, only his thin chin and pale lips could be seen.

Rong Yun squatted down beside Xiao Shenwei and took his hand: "Xiao..."

Halfway through the words, Rong Yun stopped again.

Xiao Shenwei turned his face, there was not a trace of light in his dark eyes, and he looked a little empty and dazed.

Rong Yun held Xiao Shenwei's hand and tightened it unconsciously.

He was all too familiar with this situation.

However, Xiao Shenwei blinked his eyes very slowly and his mouth moved.

He took out a handful of snow-white popcorn from his clothes pocket, holding it in both hands and brought it to Rong Yun:

"…eat."

The snow-white rice flowers and Xiao Shenwei's blue-gray fingertips formed a sharp contrast.

Rong Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

He picked up a few grains from Xiao Shenwei's hand: "You eat too."

"..." Xiao Shenwei shook his head and sent his hand forward again: "...you...eat..."

"…it is good."

The popcorn wasn't very sweet, but it was crunchy and delicious.

While Rong Yun was eating, Xiao Shenwei stared at him without blinking.

"looking at what?"

Rong Yun asked him.

Xiao Shenwei blinked, but did not speak, turned his head and stared at the ground again in a daze.

"Want to go home?"

Rong Yun asked again.

"…Family."

Xiao Shenwei raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Well, go home."

Rong Yun pointed upstairs.

Xiao Shenwei raised his head and looked at it for a while, then slowly shook his head: "...no...dog...and cat..."

Rong Yun's nose suddenly became sour.

"...cover your ears! It's coming—"

The uncle shouted loudly.

The children covered their ears and spread out laughing.

A little girl grabbed Xiao Shenwei's hat and hid beside him, and looked at the popcorn machine.

Xiao Shenwei was stunned for a moment, then took the little girl into his arms and covered her ears.

Then he felt a warmth in his ears.

Rong Yun's palm.

"pong!!—"

There was a loud noise, as if the earth was shaking.

The aroma of popcorn permeates.

The little girl laughed, ran over and surrounded the uncle with the other children, and opened her small hands:

"I want it too, I want it too—"

Xiao Shenwei squatted on the spot with his hands in his hands, watching the liveliness over there, not knowing what he was thinking, or not thinking about anything.

"Boom-"

There was a dull sound of thunder in the sky.

"It's raining."

There was a slight chill on his face.

The uncle started to close the stall.

The little children dispersed.

Rong Yun raised his head and looked at the gray sky, walked over and pulled Xiao Shenwei up.

Xiao Shenwei didn't say a word, and was dragged forward obediently.

It's just that Rong Yun's footsteps paused when passing by the small flower bed at the entrance of the building.

On the bare tree in the flower bed, some tiny green buds sprang up at some point in time, swaying gently in the breeze and drizzle at this time.

...Spring is coming.

…

…

Decided to leave immediately and set off for the oasis on the second day.

The reason is that the zombie surnamed Xiao licked his reserves all over with green eyes in the middle of the night, but he insisted that he could not take it down.

Of course, the final result was forcibly suppressed by Alpha with markers.

So when Xiao Shenwei woke up, he saw some traces on his body and the strange smell of pheromones and fell into contemplation.

It's good to sleep late, but the **** hurts.

...Is it still time for me to fight with Rong Yun now?

The people of Daxing felt reluctant to leave Xiao Shenwei in a hurry, among them the editors of the major news groups in Daxing were the worst.

—What a great headline!

In the days when Xiao Shenwei brought the charcoal head to the city to show joy, it was the most nourishing time for the editors, and the monthly salary once exceeded the upper limit of previous years.

Xiao Shenwei likes Daxing very much.

But out of some practical considerations, they decided to go back to the oasis first.

At least, until he removes the virus from his body, it will no longer pose a threat to these citizens.

Before leaving, they went to Uncle Li's house.

Uncle Li and his villagers obtained the right of residence in Daxing due to their outstanding contributions to the zombie siege last year, and were assigned to a small three-story residential building for them to live in.

It's all good here, except it's a little desolate.

But for these villagers, it is also happy to be quiet.

It's just that Xiao Shenwei was silent for a long time when he opened the window of Uncle Li's house and looked at the scene outside the window.

Outside is a cemetery.

The white tombstones are neatly arranged, half-covered and half-hidden in the green plants of the cemetery, and the more quiet they appear in the misty drizzle.

Xiao Shenwei closed the window with a touch.

...Uncle, this is the Grave View Room.

But Uncle Li didn't care.

The era of mourning has come to this day, and no one has died anywhere.

He didn't even know how many heads he had chopped off, so he didn't need to care about the ashes that had long since been corrupted in the soil.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun sat on rough stools cut out of logs, each holding a cup of hot water and drinking slowly.

Uncle Li rummaged in the house for a while, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and finally came out with a few cloth bags, without saying anything, he caught the two of them into the car.

So in the thin spring rain, a high-grade off-road vehicle stepped out of the city on the mist of dawn.

No one came to deliver.

Daxing people are too lazy to get up.

After all, a rainy day is better for sleeping in.

Xiao Shenwei, who hadn't slept in, rolled up a blanket and cuddled in the seat, looking at the majestic Daxing City Wall slowly receding from the rearview mirror, his mind was full of popcorn.

He always felt that he should have eaten these two days.

But not the slightest impression.

Until Rong Yun took out a cloth pocket and handed it to him.

Inside is half a bag of rice popcorn.

Alienated rice is larger and more fragrant than the original.

Xiao Shenwei chewed the popcorn with satisfaction.

As for the day that disappears for no reason...

Is it important?

It's not like this happened once or twice anyway.

Used to it.

…

…

The journey back to the oasis is boring.

Every day, the goal is a seemingly endless wasteland and a gray sky.

The aftermath of winter has not yet completely dissipated, and there are only wild wolves whose eyes are glowing green after being hungry for a winter.

Xiao Shenwei is not interested in these wild wolves, and he is too lazy to play.

Now he just wants to return to the oasis as soon as possible, play dogs and cats and soak in hot springs.

But the wolves don't think so.

The wild wolves, who were so hungry and irrational, drove the off-road vehicle to run and howl, as if this would scare the people inside and let them be captured.

So Xiao Shenwei, who was disturbed to sleep by the sound pollution, rolled down the car window and shouted back.

- Of course, this is of no use.

In the end, these wild wolves were cut down by Rong Yun with a knife.

At that time, Xiao Shenwei was sitting in the car, watching Rong Yun raise the knife, cutting these severely malnourished wolves like chopping melons and vegetables.

The black clothes outlined Rong Yunjin's thin waist and slender legs.

Xiao Shenwei licked his mouth, the more he looked, the more hungry he became.

In the end, he could only forcibly tear his eyes off from Rongyun's body, biting the jerky to divert his attention.

…

Maybe it was because of the arrow, the two of them worked day and night, and soon approached the oasis.

I don't know why, but they encountered surprisingly few zombies along the way, only a few scattered small groups.

However, these did not affect Xiao Shenwei's gradually improving mood as he looked at the oasis that was getting closer and closer.

If he hadn't noticed a few shallow bite marks on Rong Yun's arms and the side of his neck, he would have been in a better mood.

Fortunately, his will was still firm, and he didn't bite Rong Yun's skin to bleed.

But this did not prevent Xiao Shenwei from falling into deep self-blame.

"Does it hurt?"

Xiao Shenwei gently poked the ring of teeth marks on Rong Yun's arm.

"It doesn't hurt."

Rong Yun replied.

There was silence in the air.

The SUV drove into the oasis.

Crossing the already green cistanche forest, they reached the valley before dark.

The smoke from the cooking in the valley curled up, and the lights of Ni Youqing's laboratory could be seen from a distance.

Ni Youqing couldn't cook, and Ping Hanhai and Tang Qiu could only barely cook.

Xiao Shenwei couldn't help sympathizing with them.

On the day that Rong Yun left, their life must have been very difficult.

Then he saw a few people sitting around the open space in front of the house cooking hot pot, sweating profusely.

Xiao Shenwei & Rong Yun: …

People who eat hot pot:…

"Then what... sit down and eat something?"