There are little zombies at home

Just after they settled down, the remaining two teams also rushed to the tree house.

They did not know how to decide the result of their residence just now. Bai Qingge and Gu Bao were able to set up their tents in the small pavilion outside the treehouse promenade, while Shang Beida and Xi Yang could only set up tents in the open space under the treehouse. .

When Zhong Jing and the little zombie came out, they happened to see Shang Beida and Xi Yang helping two female guests to set up a tent, so they walked over to help.

The little zombie Kong has brute force, but he can't figure out these things, so he was sent to chat with two female guests in the end.

There are a lot of small animals here, the little zombie just walked up to Gu Bao and stood still when a little gray bird landed on his shoulder and stopped.

"Mud monkey! Mud monkey!" The little gray bird opened its mouth, speaking non-standard human words.

"It's so cute!" Gu Bao exclaimed in surprise, and wanted to take out his phone to take pictures of the little zombies, but thought that the program crew took their things, so he dragged the cameraman and shouted, "Take more pictures!"

Bai Qingge stood aside and only glanced, then carefully moved a little further away. She stepped on bird droppings when she came in just now, and now she can't wait to stay away from all winged creatures.

"You, hello." The little zombie whispered with its neck stuck, afraid of disturbing the little gray bird, it was too nervous to move, thinking that the little gray bird would understand what he said.

It's a pity that the little gray bird can't understand human words at all, so after saying hello, it flapped its wings and shouted: "The nest is hungry, the nest is hungry!"

"Ah?" The little zombie was taken aback, and raised his eyes to look at the cameraman and Gu Bao opposite him for help.

"Here." The photographer brought the feed, and at this moment he handed the little zombie a handful of beans, and he did not forget to explain: "It is the mascot of the little tree house, and its name is Sanbao. its fodder."

Seeing that the little zombie was holding a handful of beans in his hand, Sanbao also flew down from his shoulder to his arm, then moved his head back, and slowly approached the little zombie's palm.

"You and Zhong Jing should take good care of it these two days." Seeing that they got along well, the photographer simply stuffed the remaining half of the pack of feed into the little zombie's trouser pocket.

Gu Bao pursed his mouth enviously, and wanted to reach out to touch Sanbao's head, but Sanbao quickly avoided the touch, and when his small round eyes stared up, they really looked a bit like the dark eyes of a little zombie.

Zhong Jing and the three men quickly set up the tent, and the program team also assigned tasks.

"Make lunch?" Shang Beida exclaimed in surprise, "But we've already bought instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are also considered food." The director replied, "The most unpalatable group has to experience the jungle special set meal 'grilled bugs'."

"Why is there a reward for losing?" The little zombie still doesn't understand the difference between bugs and meat, and just treats it as an ordinary barbecue.

"Do you think eating bugs is a reward?" the director asked subconsciously when he heard the little zombie's question.

"He likes to eat." Afraid that the little zombie would say something more terrifying, Zhong Jing immediately smoothed things over, "So I thought it was a reward."

"That's good, no matter who we win, we will all eat the bugs for Fugui." Shang Beida immediately clapped his hands.

"No!" The little zombie seriously refused, "Since it is a punishment, of course it should be reserved for those who are afraid."

Shang Bei Da: "..."

A look of astonishment flashed across the director's face, he didn't understand where the program group found the amateur, it was surprisingly interesting.

There were small pots for picnics in the tree house, Zhong Jing took them out and gave them to Gu Bao and Monk Peking University, and then they walked together to the open space to light a fire.

Zhong Jing also bought some lettuce and radish because he wanted to mix tomato salad for the little zombie. Compared with the other two teams, Zhong Jing and the little zombie had significantly more ingredients for cooking.

None of them had any experience in living in the wild, and it took a long time just to make a fire. In the end, Xi Yang mastered the trick and helped Zhong Jing make a fire with two slices of lettuce chips.

The three teams all made instant noodles, but when they finally arrived, only the bowl cooked by the little zombie looked more appetizing.

"Shang Peking University, no matter how hard you cook the leaves, you can cook them so soft." Zhong Jing glanced at Shang Peking University's face next to him, and couldn't help joking.

Although they had the vegetable leaves given by Zhong Jing, the lettuce had turned yellow because it was cooked for too long, and it looked as if it had been left for several days.

"Who knew there was such a big fire here!" Shang Beida was also very angry, lowered his head to taste the noodles, and then raised his eyebrows, "Although ours doesn't look very good, it tastes great!"

Zhong Jing shrugged and didn't answer, he believed that the culinary skills of the little zombie were more than enough to deal with these few people who didn't cook.

Sure enough, the result was as expected, Zhong Jing and Little Zombie won the first place, and unexpectedly got the meat, fruits and vegetables presented by the program group.

The remaining two groups were at the same level, and Bai Qingge and Gu Bao sang a song with additional points to narrowly win. Shang Beida and Xi Yang could only accept the punishment of eating bugs.

Grilled worms are a special snack in N City. The materials used for roasting are not only worms, but also spiders and scorpions. The grilling method without adding any seasoning makes people feel disgusting.

The little zombie was very interested in roasting bugs, so he carefully squatted down by the table to pick up a bamboo stick, and sighed: "Ah Jing, look at this spider, it has fluff on it."

Zhong Jing suppressed his smile, turned his head and patted Shang Beida on the shoulder, then pulled the little zombie and said, "This is their food, you can't eat it."

In the end, Shang Beida and Xi Yang still ate the smallest bugs, and they had completed the noon competition.

After lunch, the program team also gave a few people a three-hour lunch break. Except for Shang Beida and Xi Yang who stayed in the jungle, the others also slowly went up to the tree house.

After staying in the jungle for a long time just now, Zhong Jing couldn't bear the dust on his body, so when he returned to the tree house, he fetched a basin of water to wash his face.Seeing that the little zombie who followed was about to jump onto the bed, Zhong Jing pulled him over, wrung a towel and wiped his face and hands before putting him on the bed.

Sanbao stood on the little zombie's shoulder with his head up, watching Zhong Jing about to pour water, fluttering his wings in dissatisfaction, but he still opened his mouth with the same words, "Mud monkey, mud monkey!"

"Does Sambo need to wash his face too?" Zhong Jing smiled and squatted down to face the gray bird, and then simply wiped his head with a wet handkerchief.

"Jiujiu!" Sanbao was brainwashed, and immediately happily stepped on the small zombie's shoulders in circles.

"Sambo is really a clean bird!" The little zombie sighed, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhong Jing's face was close at hand, and he couldn't help lowering his head shyly.

"But Fugui is a slob, and he doesn't brush his teeth at night." Zhong Jing teased him, remembering that if the little zombie hadn't kissed him before going to bed last night, and his mouth was full of sour tomatoes, he wouldn't have known that this guy was Did not brush my teeth.

"Fugui is not sloppy!" The little zombie tried hard to argue, but unfortunately he couldn't convince himself, so he had to grab Zhong Jing's arm and bite lightly.

Zhong Jing felt that the little zombie didn't use much force, and his smile widened a bit, so he stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of his nose in counterattack.

Sanbao was still holding the clothes on the little zombie's shoulders, felt his movements, he couldn't help but flutter twice in shock, and then screamed "Jiujiu".

After a busy day, Zhong Jing did feel sleepy, took off his coat and collapsed on the bed.And the little zombie was lying on one side with its legs crossed, teasing the three treasures in its hands, but its eyes were always looking at Zhong Jing.

"See what I'm doing?" Zhong Jing felt the little zombie's attention, and simply turned over to meet his gaze.

"I don't know." The little zombie shook his head, "The eyes move around by themselves, I can't control it."

Zhong Jing couldn't laugh or cry, and closed his eyes under the gaze of the little zombie, and he breathed steadily after a while.

The little zombie pursed his lips, and only looked away when he heard Sanbao's cry, and then gestured with his index finger to his mouth, signaling him to keep his voice down.

Sanbao has always stayed with people, so he naturally understood the meaning of the little zombie's movements, flapped his wings and turned around, then pretended to be dead and fell asleep in the little zombie's pillow.

The little zombie stroked its fur, lay down on its side facing Zhong Jing, unconsciously infected with fatigue, and fell asleep.

When the cameraman opened the door and walked in, what he saw happened to be this scene, and all the screams from his lips were withdrawn, and his eyes softened a lot.

"Why do I have the illusion of seeing a family of three?" the cameraman said incredulously, but was echoed by the staff around him.

Zhong Jing and the little zombie were sleeping opposite each other, with a little gray bird lying in the middle. It was such a perfect composition that the two cameramen stood at the door and took pictures for a long time.

The little zombie was in a light sleep, opened his eyes and saw two cameramen, he still waved his hands to say hello, then poked the three treasures beside the pillow, and kicked Zhong Jing with his feet.

Zhong Jing was used to the little zombie's rough way of waking up, and he woke up after a while.

Zhong Jing saw the people in the room, rubbed his eyes and half sat up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Any new tasks?"

"En." The cameraman nodded and handed the task card to Zhong Jing.

After taking it, Zhong Jing opened it and read to the camera: "Hold a bonfire party with other guests, and the quality of the party determines tomorrow's lunch."

"What is a bonfire party?" The little zombie had never heard of this term, and asked Zhong Jing by the sleeve.

Zhong Jing turned around and wanted to explain, but suddenly met the little black eyes of the little zombie and the three treasures, and couldn't help laughing first.

"Hmph!" The little zombie knew that he was making fun of himself, and scratched his hand again.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble." Zhong Jing saw that there were still people taking pictures, and immediately withdrew his hand, explaining: "The bonfire party is a party of dancing and singing around the torch."

The little zombie nodded half-understanding, then stood up with a "whoosh", "I'm going to find a torch."

After finishing speaking, he ran out of the tree house in a hurry.

Zhong Jing smiled wryly with a headache, put on his coat and followed him out.

The other two groups also received the task, but seeing that Zhong Jing and the little zombie had gone into the woods to collect firewood, they each assigned other tasks.

The little zombie is very strong, and it only took a moment to hug a lot of branches and put them into a sack, and then leaned his head into Zhong Jing's ear and said, "I used to live in this kind of soil."

It is rare to hear the little zombie mention the past, and Zhong Jing is also a little dazed, "Living in the soil? Hundreds of years?"

"That's right!" The little zombie nodded, "Occasionally when I wake up, I will find that there is soil leaking into the coffin."

"Then...would you be lonely?" Zhong Jing never thought that the little zombie would be sober before, so he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"I don't really remember." The little zombie bent his eyes and carefully hooked Zhong Jing's arm, "After meeting Ah Jing, a few months felt longer than hundreds of years."

"Do you still remember who dug you out?" Zhong Jing suddenly remembered that the origin of the little zombie was unknown. He thought he should not know about it, but now it seems that he knows for sure.

"Hmm!" The little zombie shook his head, "When I opened my eyes, I saw Ah Jing."

Zhong Jing was not obsessed with this topic, he chatted with the little zombie about other things, and then went back to the tree house with the sack on his shoulders.

The bonfire party was very successful, even the little zombie was encouraged to sing two nursery rhymes with funny dance steps, which still made everyone present laugh.

Zhong Jing was not very good at singing or dancing, so he stood up and was silent for a while, and was about to say that he wanted to recite poetry, but was squeezed out by Shang Beida who was eager to express himself.

Shang Beida dances very well. Even if he can't see his face clearly, he will still be shocked by his momentum and movements. It seems that he is a different person in peacetime.

A bonfire party did not dissipate until midnight when the torches were almost burned out because everyone's emotions were high.

The little zombie was too sleepy to lie on Zhong Jing's body because of the long-time support, and the three treasures standing on top of him were also drowsy, dozing off with their wings hugging one of their legs.

Zhong Jing waved his hand at the camera to call it a day, turned his head to look at the yawning little zombie, grabbed his arm and carried him on his back, and then slowly walked back to the tree house with him on his back.

The little zombie was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, he spontaneously wrapped his hands around Zhong Jing's neck, and leaned his head against his cheek.

"Being so sleepy, you still say you want to see the stars." Zhong Jing said in a low voice, looked up at the sky, but found that because of the tree trunks, he could hardly see too many stars, "You are lucky, today Even the stars don't want to see you."

"Hoo~" The little zombie bit Zhong Jing's ear, then laughed foolishly a few times, and said, "Ah Jing..."

Seemingly infected by him, Sanbao, who was lying on Zhong Jing's neck, also opened his mouth and called out, "Chirp~"

While speaking, Zhong Jing also walked back to the tree house. He gently took off the little zombie's jacket, then put the quilt on the bed, and touched the little zombie's smooth hair uncontrollably.

Sanbao has been woken up, but his head is still not clear, and he staggered down into the soft pillow next to the little zombie's face.

"Good night." Zhong Jing poked the little zombie's cheek, seeing him muttering and dodging his hand, a smile could not help but spread to his eyes...

The author has something to say: Zhong Jing: Good night~