I've Come Back After Being Reborn

Fang Yuan always thought that when Jiang Heng remembered everything, he would be able to hear Jiang Heng's narration on that sunny dining table.

Whether it's really disappointment, anger, or indifference, or any other reaction or emotion, he can at least have a morning to digest it slowly.

The reality is that at three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Heng knocked on the door of the room.

Fang Yuan's sleepiness was shallow, and even the slightest movement could wake him up for a short time. Without opening his eyes, he swayed to open the door, holding the electric shock baton subconsciously in his other hand.

If he hadn't seen clearly who was rushing in time, Fang Yuan would almost have received an electric shock.

"Jiang Heng...?"

The door was only opened a little, and Jiang Heng rushed in, knocking him directly against a cabinet door, Fang Yuan yawned one after another, and pushed Jiang Heng's arm away, "Are you sleepwalking?"

I heard that waking up a sleepwalking person seems to make a fool easily. Shouldn't he talk?

Fang Yuan took out his mobile phone and just entered the word "sleepwalking" when Jiang Heng called his name.

When he raised his head, Jiang Heng's eyes were bloodshot, the red ones were a bit scary in the dark, and he stared at him without blinking.

"Fang Yuan..."

Fang Yuan's electric shock rod was raised again.

"Fang Yuan, where have you been?"

Fang Yuan's head was full of question marks, "Where did I go?"

"Where did you go after that?" Jiang Heng was pulled away by him, and he held his arm tightly with both hands, wishing to talk face to face, "Where did you go after you left the tower?"

"Tower? You mean..."

Fang Yuan was in a trance for a moment, and a certain gloomy, dilapidated, but towering building appeared in his mind.

In the apocalypse, people call it a tower, which was built in the third year after the end of the apocalypse. It recorded the survival of most people. Countless people risked their lives to walk there, just to ask whether their relatives are still alive. .

Here, Fang Yuan knew the method of obtaining supernatural powers for the first time.

It was also in this place that he and Jiang Heng reunited for the first time after parting ways in E City, and broke up after a quarrel.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan's face suddenly turned pale.

"Tell me, where did you go? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you."

Jiang Heng looked at him and asked tirelessly, over and over again, but he didn't seem to get an answer, so he didn't plan to continue sleeping tonight.

"I didn't go anywhere, I just left."

It took a long time before Fang Yuan found his voice again.

"Go all the way to D, and walk for two years."

"Really?"

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Fang Yuan couldn't help but hide to the side, cleared his throat, "Really, I haven't done stupid things anymore, and I haven't been infected. My mind is sober and I can do math problems."

Only then did Jiang Heng let him go temporarily.

His tense body slowly relaxed, his eyelids drooped, and he leaned forward, as if he was leaning against the solid wardrobe door, or leaning against Fang Yuan, bent his body slightly, and put that point away The inconspicuous height difference was evened out.

Fang Yuan pushed him, and he muttered, "Then why can't I find you? When can I find you?"

He didn't know either.

Because that was the last time they met, if Fang Yuan knew that the two would never have the chance to talk next time, they would definitely not have quarreled so hard and left without saying goodbye.

He didn't answer Jiang Heng's question, but just raised his hand and gently ran along Jiang Heng's back, softly comforting, "I'm right in front of you?"

Jiang Heng yawned, as if his brain was spinning, raised his head, took a step back, stood firm, and took a deep look at him.

"you're right."

Fang Yuan pushed his arm, "It's still early, go to sleep, maybe it will be fine?"

Jiang Heng was in a daze, and walked two steps along the path of being pushed by him, then suddenly turned around in a circle, and then came back, "No, why do I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare."

"...When did you have a nightmare these days?"

Jiang Heng looked at him eagerly, "What if I have a nightmare at this time, and I can't tell whether it is a dream or a real memory?"

"..."

"At that time, I slept with my teammates on the Datong bunk, and I felt very safe. Every time I dreamed that someone was killed by a zombie, I would get up and check the breath of that teammate, and then continue to sleep, so I could sleep Very solid."

"........."

Ten minutes later, there was an extra spring bed next to Fang Yuan's single bed. Jiang Heng lay down on it unceremoniously, turned sideways, and faced Fang Yuan, "Good night."

Fang Yuan sighed helplessly: "Good night..."

What else can I do, people wake up in the middle of the night after being provoked by themselves, and rounding it up, they are woken up violently by their past self.

It shouldn't be a problem to make do with a room once in a while.

Jiang Heng is also amazing, such a spring bed has been hidden in the space at some point, even with pillows and mattresses.

And it was very regular. Although the two beds were side by side, there was a distance of one meter between them.

Fang Yuan thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, after all there were more people in the room, in the past, he would only be able to doze off from now on, at most light sleep, he could not tell if he was asleep or not.

But this time, he fell asleep soon after lying down.

The recent dream is the same as before, Fang Yuan didn't dream in the first half of the night, and when he fell asleep again, he returned to that cold cave.

This time, he finally managed to climb to that high place, raised his head, and looked out of the cave.

What caught my eye was the bustling traffic and voices of people all over the city.

"here it is……"

Fang Yuan fell into confusion and was stunned for a long time before slowly realizing that the scene outside was not the doomsday, but an ordinary urban night scene.

He had climbed for too long, and when he saw it, it was already late, and it was the evening rush hour after work. The streets were full of hurrying people and slowly moving traffic, and there were some small vendors with lights on the street. , took the opportunity to sell snacks, cheap clothes and pants.

How did that happen?

He has been stuck here for so long, cold, hungry and thirsty, waiting, waiting day after day...

He had been waiting all this time, so why didn't anyone find him when there were so many people outside?

Why didn't anyone tell him that the end is over?

Fang Yuan was suddenly very sad and wronged, he shouted outside, but his voice was drowned in the hustle and bustle of the city, no one cared.

"Hey--"

The shouts of the merchants drowned his cries.

"anyone there--"

The honking of a car belies his inquiry.

"I'm here, help me—"

The sound of public music drowned out his cries for help.

"Hey--"

"Let me out, anyone—?"

He became more and more impatient, and he didn't understand why he had been shouting for so long, why no one had cast a glance here, why no one had noticed him.

He was obviously so close to the outside world, the normal, peaceful society full of food and water, and if he stretched out his hand, if his arm were a little longer, he would be able to touch the streetlight over there.

But still no one saw him, no one heard his faint cry.

It was as if the whole world had returned to normal, only he was left alone in the coldest and darkest doomsday, never turning over.

When Fang Yuan opened his eyes, a familiar face was leaning close, staring at him, eyes full of worry.

It's Jiang Heng.

How can he be here?

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and subconsciously tensed up.

Being seen by others will drag...

"Why are you here?"

"woke up?"

Fang Yuan couldn't react for a while, sat up and realized that he was in his room.

"You agreed last night."

Fang Yuan looked at his bed, a spring bed for only one person, and his own bed, then pointed to the gap of only one millimeter in between, raised his head and asked, "What about this one?"

"Ahem..." Jiang Heng got out of bed silently, and pulled the bed away again, "Then what, are you hungry? What would you like to eat in the morning?"

Fang Yuan looked at him for a while, and finally decided not to worry about it, "Don't do it, I'll go out and buy some, you didn't sleep well last night."

"No, I slept very well afterwards." Jiang Heng pointed to his eyes, "Look, the dark circles under the eyes are gone, and your complexion is very good. But you, it seems that your complexion is not very good."

"Is there?"

Whether it's today or back then, Fang Yuan still doesn't have that vision, and can't tell the difference between Jiang Heng's dark circles.

"Yes, your lips are all white." Jiang Heng raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch him subconsciously. Halfway through his IQ came back, he retracted his hand and gave a dry smile, "If you want to eat, I'll go buy it. Tell me what you want."

"...Well," Fang Yuan thought for a while, then shook his head, "I'll go with you."

Jiang Heng changed back to that chatty and annoying look.

The one-month time limit is approaching, but he seems to have forgotten about it, and Fang Yuan just pretended to be stupid if he didn't mention it.

Walking together to have breakfast, I feel pretty good. The sun is very good in the morning, the morning market is still open, and there are more people on the street than in the afternoon.

Fang Yuan picked a breakfast shop, sat down, and ordered some local specialties with Jiang Heng.

"I...didn't talk in my sleep last night, did I?"

Breakfast was served quickly, Fang Yuan took a bite and remembered what happened last night.

He really doesn't know how he sleeps.

"No." Jiang Heng did not pretend, "It just looks unstable. But I... insisted on staying with you, didn't I snore?"

"No."

The freshly squeezed hot soy milk seems to be mixed with various beans, and it tastes very thick.It stands to reason that Fang Yuan prefers this kind of drink, but this time he took two sips and put it down.

I tasted the pancakes again, and they tasted good, moderately salty, not like Jiang Heng usually made, putting all kinds of flashy tricks and putting all kinds of strange sauces in them every day.

Fang Yuan tasted one by one, and suddenly felt full.

Also, I miss Jiang Heng's craftsmanship.

He raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the person at the table, just in time to meet Jiang Heng's gaze.

No, let's not talk about it, I suddenly got used to the food cooked by the other party, it sounds too...

"Fang Yuan, the things I thought of afterwards were so boring." Jiang Heng suddenly complained, "There's nothing interesting, just making food and fighting zombies every day, and then asking where you went."

Fang Yuan wiped his mouth, and suddenly wondered if there was some strange switch in this person's brain, the function was to start talking when he met someone's eyes.

"So, tell me about yourself, too, okay?"

"What did you say?" Fang Yuan looked back with a smile, thinking that Jiang Heng's appearance was extraordinarily cute, which made him want to coax him.

Jiang Heng touched his neck, hesitated, and tentatively asked, "For example... Did anyone tell you later that I was looking for you?"

At that time, people's communication was very problematic. Basically, apart from the official news, it was easier to receive news from the population.

"Hmm..." Fang Yuan actually can't remember clearly, when he thinks about it carefully, it seems that he did, but he was very wary at the time, and he didn't believe anyone's words.

It turned out to be true, if only I really listened to it at that time.

He nodded, "Yes."