There are little zombies at home

When Zhong Jing slowly walked to the entrance of the village, the sky was already stained with dark blue, and he met few people along the way.

The sewing shop had closed long ago, only the little zombie squatted on the threshold holding a few balls of wool, his pupils trying to get together, carefully hooking the wool.

A simple small light bulb was lit beside the eaves, and the dim light shone softly on the little zombie, making Zhong Jing who wanted to get closer couldn't help but soften his heart.

"Fugui." Zhong Jing spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the tranquility.

"Ah Jing?" The little zombie raised his head when he heard the words, his originally black eyes were shining with amber light, "You finally came to pick me up."

Zhong Jing nodded, and then sat down next to him. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his hair. His eyes caught sight of the wool he was holding, and he asked with great interest, "How are the pants?"

"Ah!" The little zombie opened his mouth in surprise, and only then remembered that he had to hide the wool, but it was too late at this moment, so he could only stammer and ask: "You, how do you know that I want to make pants?"

"What do you think?" Zhong Jing didn't answer with a smile.

"Brother Huang Qi is too bad!" The little zombie cursed in a low voice. He didn't want to surprise Zhong Jing, but he was still a beginner, so naturally he didn't want to show Zhong Jing the half-finished product.

Zhong Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, looking at his appearance, he knew that the woolen pants were not very good.

Sure enough, as he expected, the little zombie pursed his mouth the next moment, and said with some annoyance: "I have been studying all afternoon, but either I made wrong holes or missed stitches, so I have only knitted a few rows so far."

"It's okay." Zhong Jing comforted, and then took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes that little zombies like to eat recently and handed it to him, "It doesn't matter how long you knit, if I don't finish this year, I will wear it next year. Year."

The little zombie tilted his head, thought for a while and finally figured it out, "Yes, there is winter every year!"

Zhong Jing saw that his mood had improved, so he helped him put the messy balls of yarn into the packaging bag, then held up the umbrella by himself, and then pulled him up.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to eat."

"Ah Jing, what are you doing with the umbrella?" The little zombie held Zhong Jing's arm with both hands, and was used to Zhong Jing's behavior of carrying things for him.

"Tomorrow is the full moon." Zhong Jing tilted his hands and put the whole zombie under the umbrella, "You cannot be illuminated by the moonlight."

At this time, the little zombie also remembered Ji Shang's words, and approached Zhong Jing timidly, and his walking steps turned into slow movements.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhong Jing suddenly laughed when he saw his tiptoe movements, "If you lose your humanity, I should be the one who worries."

"I'm just worried!" The little zombie corrected him, raised his head to meet Zhong Jing's eyes, then lowered his head silently, "I'm worried...you won't want me."

Zhong Jing's nose became hot, and he didn't want him to continue to sink, so he bumped him with an elbow with a dry smile, and changed the subject, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

In the past few days, the little zombie didn't dare to eat tomatoes because his teeth became sensitive. He only drank plain porridge every day and had to grind his teeth with dried sweet potatoes.

"Drink porridge." The little zombie replied pitifully, reaching out to touch his cheeks secretly sad.

Amused by his little expression, Zhong Jing stretched out his fingers to poke his cheek, but he heard a discouraged "poof" sound, and suddenly his smile became wider.

The little zombie quickly turned his head and bit Zhong Jing's finger, his eyes were full of accusations, you really hate me!

……

A pair of woolen trousers of the little zombie was given up in less than ten days. It was not because he didn’t want to continue, but because the wool he bought had been dismantled too many times, and in the end it became a crumpled pile, which could no longer be used for weaving. Wool trousers.

Fortunately, some results have been achieved in the past few days. Huang Qi simply took the little zombie and handed the finished part to the proprietress. In the end, he made two woolen socks.

Thinking that Zhong Jing's birthday is just around the corner, Huang Qi told the little zombie when he went back, "Don't tell Zhong Jing, you will give it to him as a present when he celebrates his birthday the day after tomorrow."

The little zombie nodded seriously, and replied: "I know, this is a surprise!"

"By the way, when is your birthday, Fugui?" Huang Qi casually chatted with the little zombie.

"Me?" The little zombie pinched his chin, hesitated for a long time before answering, "It's summer." It was also the time when he first met Zhong Jing.

Huang Qi listened to his hesitant answer, and wanted to investigate further, but a male voice came from a distance, and the little zombie quickly rolled up the socks and stuffed them into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

"Where have you been? You can't find it anywhere." Zhong Jing walked in front of them, quickly glanced at Huang Qi, and pulled the little zombie, "Don't run around with Huang Qi in the future."

Huang Qi curled his lips in disgust, he simply didn't want to listen to the two of them, and walked away.

And the little zombie was afraid that Zhong Jing would find his woolen socks, so he grabbed the corner of his clothes and said he was hungry, and instantly diverted Zhong Jing's attention.

Zhong Jing's birthday is coming in a blink of an eye. Although it is located in the northwest countryside, the crew decided to celebrate it.

Not only did they get together to plan a small party, but they also planned to drive to the next town to buy a cream cake.

Because of the long hours of busy work, Zhong Jing also forgot his birthday, and suddenly saw the crew setting up the party scene, and asked curiously, "What day is today?"

"Brother Zhong, today is your birthday!" The field manager also looked at him in surprise, and then lowered his voice: "Is your birthday fake?"

"What are you talking about!" Zhong Jing waved his hand, took out his phone and looked at the date, and then realized, "I've been too busy recently, I forgot, no wonder the director gave me a day off today."

Before the scene manager could continue to speak, the little zombie covered with ribbons happily jumped to the side of Zhong Jing, "Ah Jing, happy birthday~"

"So you're here." Zhong Jing came out this time to find the little zombie, and he was finally relieved when he saw it, "I couldn't find you in the morning, it scared me to death."

The scene manager stared blankly at the interaction between the two of them, then consciously moved his feet to the distance, and turned around and posted on the forum, "Let's take a look at the super cute little boyfriend of our crew actor".

……

When people gather together, they feel restrained.

Before Zhong Jing could take a bite of his meal, he was toasted by dozens of people in turn. Although he drank beer, he was still a little intoxicated.

The little zombie knew how terrible it was to be drunk, so he shook his hands in fear, and carefully hid all the wine bottles on another table, and brought a box of empty bottles, and then came forward to block the people who came, "He has drunk a lot, and he will be filming tomorrow Woolen cloth."

Seeing the empty bottles full of empty bottles at Zhong Jing's feet, the visitor had no choice but to toast himself, and no one came over.

Seeing his little trick succeed, the little zombie also heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed the food reserved for Zhong Jing in front of him, "Ah Jing, are you hungry?"

Zhong Jing shook his head, trying to pick up the chicken legs in the bowl with his chopsticks, but failed to pick it up after a few tries, obviously because he was hallucinating after being drunk.

The little zombie scratched his head strenuously, and was about to help, but seeing Zhong Jing's face turned hard, he grabbed his chopsticks and plunged into the chicken leg, and finally ate his mouthful.

"Is Ah Jing drunk?" Huang Qi heard the sound when he poked the chopsticks, glanced at him sideways, and pushed the little zombie again, "He will throw up when he is drunk, you can pack the food back, wait for him Eat after throwing up."

The little zombie nodded half-comprehensively, and after realizing it, he hurriedly packed the food, then talked to the director, and took Zhong Jing away from the party.

There was a red lantern hanging at the entrance of the cave where they lived, and it was also dimly glowing at this moment.When Zhong Jing walked to the door, he looked up at the lantern, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Ah Jing, why did you stop here?" The little zombie looked up after him, but still didn't understand what was worth stopping.

"It's my birthday today." Zhong Jing turned his head, his already flushed face was even more red under the light of the lantern, "I want to make a wish on the candle."

Before the little zombie understood what he meant, he saw that he closed his eyes, put his hands together in front of his mouth, and looked very pious.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Jing made his wish, and staggered towards the inner room again.

The little zombie followed behind him and asked curiously, "Ah Jing, what wish did you make?"

Zhong Jing turned around suddenly, just in time to bump into the little zombie, and then staggered back a few steps, "No, I won't tell you."

"Hmm..." The little zombie pondered for a moment, determined that he still couldn't reason with a drunk person, and helped him walk to the bed, "You are drunk, you should have a good rest."

"I'm not drunk!" Zhong Jing waved his hands, shook off the little zombie vigorously, and then cupped his face with both hands, "I know, you are Fugui, our little zombie."

The little zombie was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, he could only feel and feel that the hand on his cheek was extremely hot.

"I, I'm sorry..." Zhong Jing lowered his head and laughed twice, then raised his face abruptly to add, "But I actually like you very much."

"You... like me?" The little zombie felt that his unintelligent mind was even blank now.

However, he didn't wait for Zhong Jing's answer, because after Zhong Jing finished speaking, his whole body was exhausted, and he lay back on the bed.

So, the woolen socks that the little zombie had prepared for a long time still failed to send out when Zhong Jing was awake.

But he had no room in his mind to remember about the socks. After covering Zhong Jing with the quilt, he ran to the bathroom in a panic.

Looking up at himself in the mirror, the little zombie stretched out his hand to caress his face, and after a long pause, he said softly, "It's over, why do I have a body temperature?"

If there is no body temperature, why is the face and chest so hot...