After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

It is a very... novel experience for a living person to watch himself being worshipped.

At least Xiao Shenwei looked at his statue surrounded by flowers, not knowing whether to be moved or laugh.

The new Daxing was the same as before, and Xiao Shenwei saw the girl selling buns and the brat downstairs who yelled all day again on the side of the road.

Good that they are all still alive.

Xiao Shenwei thought.

Then the bear pointed at Xiao Shenwei in the car window, his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

"Shh-"

Xiao Shenwei smiled, put his index finger up to his lips and shook his head.

The child's eyes were bent into crescents, Xiaopang covered his mouth with his hand, and made an "OK" gesture with the other hand, signaling Xiao Shenwei to rest assured that he would keep the secret.

"Your bun, take it."

The girl rubbed the child's head, brushed the hair that was scattered around the ear, and her eyes fell on the statue.

Thinking of the young man who ran downstairs to buy "a pack of cages", she pursed her lips and laughed again.

"...What kind of filling do you want for the cage?"

……

Uncle Li sent them downstairs and drove away.

Xiao Shenwei went upstairs carrying Rong Yun who was still sleeping.

The corridors are clean and seem to be cleaned regularly.

From the door next door came the sound of the young couple arguing again, and the aunt who was facing the door came out with a vegetable basket in her hand, she was taken aback when she saw Xiao Shenwei, and then laughed again:

"Yo, Xiao Xiao is back, come to my aunt's house for lunch today, and I will cook rabbit legs for you~"

I don't know who made braised pork again, and a trace of smoke and meat mixed with the smell of meat permeated the space.

Xiao Shenwei's eyes were sour, and he nodded: "Well, I'm back."

"What's the matter with him?"

"...It's okay, I'm asleep."

"Is it convenient to hold him? Give me the key, and I will open the door for you."

"...Hey, okay, thank you, auntie."

"You child, why are you being polite to Auntie. If there is something missing at home, just go downstairs to find Auntie——"

The aunt babbled, followed Xiao Shenwei upstairs, opened the door, and left with a basket of vegetables.

Xiao Shenwei entered the room, closed the door, and was in a trance for a moment.

The furnishings in the room are all the same as before, and there is still a thin quilt lying on the sofa, which is messy.

It's as if they never left here.

It's just that the stove was not lit, and the air was cool.

Xiao Shenwei entered the bedroom with Rong Yun in his arms, and carefully carried Rong Yun up, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

... so light.

It was more than a little bit lighter than when he backed Rong Yun to come to Daxing before.

This made Xiao Shenwei very sad.

A breeder who cannot fatten up the reserve grain is not a good zombie.

It is an unforgivable behavior to develop such a reserve grain.

Although, to be reasonable, he has been supported by food reserves all along...

Xiao Shenwei covered Rong Yun with the quilt and tucked in the corners of the quilt. He wanted to hold Rong Yun's hand, but stopped again.

...No, it's too cold.

He lay down beside the bed, brushed his fingers weakly over the blue and black spots under Rong Yun's eyes, pursed his lips, stood up, and lit the few fuels in the fireplace.

There seemed to be nothing to eat in the kitchen.

The chopping board and the stove were covered with a dustproof cloth, and there was still dust on them. It seemed that Rong Yun hadn't used them since he came back.

Xiao Shenwei looked around in the kitchen and only found half a bag of old rice in the cupboard.

Fortunately, the rice was not damaged due to the weather.

Xiao Shenwei held half a bag of rice, cleaned the kitchen carefully, and then carefully took out the rice, washed it clean, and put it into the pot to cook porridge awkwardly.

Afraid of overcooking, Xiao Shenwei did not dare to leave the kitchen, and simply squatted down against the wall behind him, propping his chin and watching the white smoke coming out of the small cooking pot.

The fire in the fireplace slowly rose, and the aroma of rice porridge slowly permeated.

Finally, the deserted room has some warm smoke and fire.

The sunlight was cut into bands of light by the window and sprinkled in, fine silver dust floating in the light.

Xiao Shenwei stretched out his hand and shook it twice. Seeing the dark spot on the back of his hand, he withdrew his hand again. His eyes fell on the lid of the cooking pot, wondering what he was thinking.

Then he fell asleep slowly, with his furry head buried in his arms, and his whole body curled up against the wall, like an airtight cocoon.

A small white butterfly flew in from the window, landed on Xiao Shenwei's head for a moment, and flew away again.

The air is quiet, only the small frying pan on the stove is still bubbling and steaming.

……

Xiao Shenwei was awakened by Rong Yun's footsteps.

Even though Rong Yun has tried to lighten his steps as much as possible.

He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and there was still the haze in his voice:

"...Well, you're awake."

"Ah."

Rong Yun leaned against the door, reached out to pull Xiao Shenwei up, and touched his cheek.

The aroma of porridge in the air is mixed with some other flavors.

"Hey, hey, my porridge!!"

Xiao Shenwei jumped up suddenly, turned around and turned off the fire, pinched the lid of the pot, and the rising white mist hit his face.

But it's too late.

Xiao Shenwei stirred the cooking pot with his chopsticks, watching Bai Shengsheng's thick porridge float up with a little bit of burnt yellow.

"..."

confused.

Xiao Shenwei held the cooking pot, feeling a little downcast.

"...I want to cook porridge for you...I'm sorry, I can't do anything...Hey! What are you doing?...Hey, it's very hot..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Yun took the small pot from his hand, took the spoon, scooped up a full spoon from the pot, and put it into his mouth.

Maybe it was really hot.

Rong Yun's face flushed for a moment, but she still swallowed it forcefully.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, put his hand on the top of Xiao Shenwei's head and rubbed it, and smiled with his eyes bent: "It's delicious."

"...But it's blurry."

"No." Rong Yun shook his head, leaned over to put his forehead against Xiao Shenwei's, looked into Xiao Shenwei's eyes and said seriously: "It's delicious. This is the best porridge I've ever had. No one .”

Rong Yun has beautiful eyes.

Especially when Xiao Shenwei sees his own reflection in those eyes.

Xiao Shenwei blinked, then pursed his lips and laughed.

"……Um."

The two sat close together in front of the window, slowly finishing the pot of porridge.

Xiao Shenwei forgot what it tasted like.

He only remembered that Rong Yun's mouth was soft and sweet.

Ok.

and then?

Then that afternoon, Xiao Shenwei ate roasted rabbit with honey sauce.

The kind made by Rong Yun himself.

Xiao Shenwei cleaned the rabbit meat, and Rong Yun adjusted the sauce by his side.

It's just that Xiao Shenwei's gaze always falls on Rong Yun frequently.

Sometimes Rong Yun would turn his head and meet Xiao Shenwei's gaze.

The sunset outside the window is just right.

Rong Yun turned his head and smiled at him.

Xiao Shenwei waved his hand, deliberately throwing water drops onto Rong Yun's face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and ran away.

Rong Yun chased after him.

The two went around from the kitchen to the bedroom, and then chased into the living room.

In the end Xiao Shenwei was thrown onto the sofa.

Rong Yun pressed Xiao Shenwei's wrist, gasped and lowered his eyes to look at him.

Xiao Shenwei pursed his lips and stared back, and within two seconds he failed again, laughing out loud.

"... let's stop making trouble."

"..."

"Really." Xiao Shenwei blinked.

"..."

Rong Yun didn't speak, and lowered his head to bite Xiao Shenwei's neck lightly.

Finally, when the night fell slowly, the two squatted in front of the fire, and the fire reflected their faces.

Xiao Shenwei bit the rabbit meat, looking at Rong Yun who was brushing the sauce on the barbecue with bright eyes.

... Hehe, he is so pretty.

Xiao Shenwei thought.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Sensing Xiao Shenwei's gaze, Rong Yun turned to look at him.

"……No."

Xiao Shenwei's cheeks were bulging.

Then he swallowed the food in his mouth, and turned to look at Rong Yun again:

"Rong Yun."

"Well, I'm here."

"I love you."

"..."

Rong Yun's hand holding the sauce brush paused.

He didn't look at Xiao Shenwei, but his ears slowly turned red again.

"……Me too."

"I love..."

He answered softly.

The voice fell, and the whole head was red.

There was no light in the room, only the warm glow of the fire.

It was a rare sunny day, and the night sky outside the window was full of stars.

Xiao Shenwei rubbed over, took the brush from Rong Yun's hand, and handed him the other one in his hand:

"Take a break and eat something, I'll bake it."

"……it is good."

The crackling of the fire mixed with the sizzling sound of the barbecue, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Xiao Shenwei carefully turned the rabbit meat in his hand and brushed it with sauce.

Then his hands trembled, and a big lump was covered up.

Xiao Shenwei: ...emmmmm...

... Hey, let's make do with it.

...Maybe it's more flavorful if it's more blurry.

...yes, right...

……

……

After eating, the tableware was cleared away, and the two of them snuggled together in blankets to watch the stars.

Xiao Shenwei was wrapped in Rong Yun's arms.

He was a little sleepy, but he didn't really want to sleep.

Daxing, who had just entered the night, hadn't calmed down yet.

The pedestrian street not far away is still brightly lit.

Xiao Shenwei saw the child during the day holding the flowers that were probably left over from the New Year, wiping his nose and running past the gate of the community, followed by his little friends.

Several aunts walked out talking and laughing, and they seemed to be preparing to join the square dance army in the small square outside the community.

The old men gathered together again and played chess under the street lamp.

It's just that there are a few familiar faces missing.

Maybe it was driving a tractor roller in that war and leaving here for a new world.

Or maybe it's just that I was tired from arguing with my wife during the day and didn't go out.

Who knows?

Xiao Shenwei only knows that he loves Daxing's human fireworks.

"Your hair is so long."

Rong Yun put his arms around Xiao Shenwei, lifted the hair behind his ears, and saw the bruises on Xiao Shenwei's pale neck.

The light in his eyes flickered, Rong Yun put down his hands and didn't look again, instead he said:

"Shall I cut your hair?"

Xiao Shenwei: "...?"

...What kind of haircut is it in the middle of the night?

But Xiao Shenwei still nodded.

Cut chant.

My own food reserves, pampered.

There is no power supply in the community after 10 o'clock at night, only the street lights outside will be on until 30:[-].

With the light of the fire in the fireplace and the dim light outside the window, Rong Yun sat in front of Xiao Shenwei, holding a...knife in his hand.

The kind used to chop zombies.

Xiao Shenwei swallowed a mouthful of air:

"...The haircut you mentioned, do you really want to cut [the head]?"

Rong Yun coughed lowly: "There are no scissors at home, let's make do with it."

"……Fine."

With the slight sound, Xiao Shenwei's hair fell to the ground one by one.

He reached out to catch a handful and twisted it between his fingers.

...It doesn't feel very good.

Severe forks.

Gee tut.

Although the tools used were abnormal, Rong Yun's craftsmanship was actually pretty good.

Xiao Shenwei stood in front of the window sill and looked at his own shadow reflected on the window glass, feeling a little satisfied.

Rong Yun cleaned up the broken hair on the ground, looked up at Xiao Shenwei who was pulling his hair in front of the window, and smiled.

It's just that when sweeping the floor by the window, Rong Yun's movements paused.

A butterfly was lying on the windowsill.

White.

Rong Yun touched it with his finger.

Not moving.

Appears to be dead.

He looked up at the night sky outside the window.

A streak of light dragged its tail among the stars and flashed past.