There are little zombies at home

The little zombie got motion sickness, vomited several times in a row, and vomited everything in his stomach before halfway home.

Zhong Jing was afraid that he would be hungry, and thought it would be a big deal to take the subway back, so he simply asked the driver to stop at a nearby restaurant.

It's not meal time now, there are not many people in the restaurant, counting the two of them who just walked in, there are only three tables of people in total.

The little zombie followed Zhong Jing into the door in a daze, and did not recover until he saw the menu. He glanced around inadvertently, "Ah Jing, shall we come here for dinner?"

"Aren't you hungry?" Zhong Jing rubbed his sagging stomach with a smile, and asked back, thinking that he was really dizzy from motion sickness, don't be abducted one day and help count the money foolishly.

The little zombie nodded, then swallowed a few times at the menu with pictures, and asked for his favorite dishes directly.

Seeing that the waiter took the order, the little zombie was also idly shaking his body to relieve his discomfort, but his eyes couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the man opposite, and immediately called out, "Hey, Brother Jinlian!"

Zhong Jing covered his mouth with hatred, because of the small number of people in the restaurant, the big brother with the flower arm and gold chain opposite them of course also heard the sigh of the little zombie.

"Look at me!" Brother Jinlian raised his head suddenly, pretending to be vicious and glared at them, very displeased at being disturbed when he was eating.

"Hmmmm!" The little zombie danced excitedly, but unfortunately his mouth was tightly covered by Zhong Jing, so he could only make an indistinct sound.

Zhong Jing was in a daze, his hands relaxed a little, thinking that this big brother with a golden chain looks familiar.

"Brother Shangdaoshan!" The little zombie lost his cover and spoke clearly in an instant, "I'm Fugui, we played 'Zombie Kill' together two days ago, do you remember?"

"Fugui?" Shang Daoshan pondered for a moment, then slowly put down the braised pork knuckle in his hand, "Are you a friend of Peking University and my uncle's apprentice?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, pointing at himself with his fingers, "It's me!"

"I remembered, you killed Lao Tzu five times in one night!" Shang Daoshan threw away the pork knuckle in his hand, then fiercely pulled the tissue beside him to wipe his mouth, and strode to the place with his legs. In front of the little zombie, "Today I will..."

"Brother!" Zhong Jing quickly interrupted him, seeing him with his arms raised, he thought he was going to hit someone, and now he also pulled the little zombie to his side protectively, "The things in the game don't have to involve real life. Come on, have something to say."

"No!" Shangdaoshan refused, and then took out his mobile phone and threw it on the table under Zhong Jing's surprised eyes, "You must compete with me today!"

Zhong Jing: "..."

"Hmm..." The little zombie pursed his lips, "But there are only two of us."

"That's right." Shangdaoshan paused, then patted himself on the head with a silly smile, "I was so impatient that I forgot."

Seeing the little zombie laughing at Monk Daoshan like this, Zhong Jing felt his head twitching, thinking that if you don't show up all year round, maybe it's because you are worried that exposing your stupid image will affect your fans!

When meeting a friend, Shang Daoshan took the initiative to move the half-eaten pork knuckle to the little zombie's table.

Accompanying him was an elegantly dressed slender man, his skin was translucent white, his eyes and hair were light amber, sitting on the beige sofa seemed to blend into one.

Zhong Jing was sitting by the corridor, and glanced at the man when he came over. The light-colored cotton and linen wide-leg pants just happened to be blown by the breeze, and Zhong Jing also clearly saw that the place under the man's feet was empty.

Thinking of Ji Shang's fondness for raising ghosts, Zhong Jing also gasped, this family doesn't look normal no matter what!

"Hello, I'm Ah Hai." Ah Hai raised his hand and tucked his long, broken hair behind his head, greeted Zhong Jing and then looked directly at the little zombie, "Fugui, long time no see."

"Huh?" The little zombie tilted his head, his eyes were full of doubts, "I don't know you."

"Can't remember?" Ah Hai raised his eyebrows, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's fine if you don't remember, but in terms of seniority, you should still call me Senior Brother."

"Brother?" The little zombie was even more confused.

"Well, I'm also Master Ji Shang's apprentice." Ah Hai explained, looking at Zhong Jing and the little zombie's suspicious eyes, he changed his polite tone just now and said with a light smile: "Variety, fierce ghost."

Zhong Jing didn't expect him to be so direct, so he paused for a few seconds before saying, "I'm Zhong Jing, hello."

On the other side, Shangdaoshan had already brought over the remaining pots of pork knuckles, looked up and saw Ah Hai sitting by the window, he was anxious, "You, how can you sit in a place with light. "

After speaking, he hurriedly ran to draw the curtains again.

Ah Hai shrugged helplessly, his eyes were full of doting, "He is like this, he looks rough, but his heart is very careful, and he is never willing to let me be wronged."

The little zombie, who had never been shown affection before, was a little unconvinced and choked, "Our Ajing looks very gentle and considerate, just now I was worried that I would be hungry."

"My mountain of swords looks fierce, with flowery arms and golden chains, which makes me feel very safe."

"My Ah Jing is handsome, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he is satisfied just by looking at his face."

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Listening to the comparison between the two of them, Zhong Jing held his forehead with a headache, and only hoped that Shang Daoshan would come over quickly.

Unexpectedly, Shangdaoshan looks fierce, but he is a master who is afraid of guilt. After closing the curtains, he asks Ah Hai to change his seat to argue, while he sits by the window to block the light.

Fortunately, a small head popped out of the seat behind them, and interrupted the little zombie and Ah Hai with his words——

"Brothers, you are not three or four years old anymore, can you stop being so naive? You interrupted me to eat ice cream when I was five!"

The child was cute and wore a huge little tiger fleece hat on his head, but his expression was disgusting.

Hearing this, the little zombie and Ah Hai looked at each other, and each blushed and lowered their heads.

After this farce, the little zombie was no longer unfamiliar with A Hai when they first met, but had a very happy chat, until finally he invited the "Video Zombie Killer" at night before reluctantly saying goodbye.

After filling his stomach, Zhong Jing dragged the little zombie to the subway station to digest food.

Anyway, both of them are wearing masks and woolen caps on their heads. If you don't look carefully, you can't even recognize each other.

It was the first time for the little zombie to take the subway, and he got off the elevator with Zhong Jing, looked left and right at the small shops and the crowd nearby, and still hugged Zhong Jing's arm, "Okay, there are a lot of people."

"Not afraid." Zhong Jing patted his hand, and then dragged him to the ticket office to buy a ticket.

He doesn't have the habit of taking the subway on weekdays, and of course he doesn't have a subway card, so he can only buy retail tickets.

Seeing the temporary card issued by the machine, the little zombie's eyes widened in surprise, and he almost poked his head into the ticket exit.

Zhong Jing sighed silently, and could only drag him all the way to the security checkpoint.

The security check is no stranger to the little zombie who has experience in flying several times, but he is afraid of too many people. When he first arrives at the waiting area and queues up, the whole zombie feels uncomfortable.

"Well, it's so crowded." The little zombie rubbed into Zhong Jing's arms, but was pushed and bumped by the later aunt a few times.

Zhong Jing stretched out his hand to circle the little zombie tightly, and when the subway arrived, he quickly led him closer to the door.

Probably because Christmas was approaching recently, there was a passenger near them holding a small Christmas tree, which occupied a lot of space when they squeezed into the car.

And the little zombie pressed the Christmas tree behind him, feeling panicked, so he had to make a few vigorous movements, trying to stay away from the Christmas tree.

Zhong Jing saw his awkwardness, and simply pulled him into his arms, then turned around and protected him in the corner with the railing.

"Ah Jing, I..." The little zombie was hugged tightly by Zhong Jing, Zhong Jing's heartbeat could be heard in his ears, and the heat of his exhalation could be felt on the top of his head, his whole face was flushed red from steam.

"Don't move around, be good." Zhong Jing thought he was squeezed uncomfortable, so he patted his back comfortingly.

The soft palm was attached to the little zombie's waist, and he clenched his fist even more rigidly, as if the inexplicable body temperature came to scald him again.

It's a pity that the subway was going too fast, and within a few stops, they arrived at the subway station near their community, and the little zombie let Zhong Jing take him out of the car.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Jing stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Aren't you stupid?"

"Oh, no!" The little zombie suddenly reacted and shook his head.

"Really?" Zhong Jing was still a little skeptical.

"Ang!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, then shook Zhong Jing's arm firmly, "A Jing, let's take the subway more in the future, shall we?"

"Ah?" Zhong Jing didn't understand his sudden request, and smiled secretly: "I didn't expect you to like the subway."

The little zombie squinted his eyes, lowered his head, and whispered, "Of course I like it." In this way, Ah Jing can take the initiative to hug me!

Just as the little zombie was still immersed in the aftertaste just now, Zhong Jing felt that his arm was scratched a few times, and when he turned his head, he saw a pendant of Santa Claus on the shoulder of the little zombie, presumably it just touched the nearby Christmas tree .

Without thinking too much, Zhong Jing stretched out his hand and tore off the Santa Claus on his shoulder, and then handed it to the little zombie to play with, "It seems that Santa Claus likes you very much, and even took the initiative to hang on you."

"What is Santa Claus?" The little zombie shook the small ornament in his hand, "He looks so strange."

"Santa Claus is the person who comes out to give gifts to the children at Christmas. As long as you hang up the socks on Christmas Eve, you can receive the gifts you want at Christmas." Zhong Jing explained, and calculated the time again, "It seems like tomorrow It's Christmas Eve."

"Can I receive any gift?" The little zombie asked seriously.

"Probably, he is a foreign god." Zhong nodded and agreed casually.

After getting the answer, the little zombie narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. It seems that he needs to prepare a huge sock...

The author has something to say: there will be another chapter later, I calculated that the time should be past zero, if you can’t wait, please come back tomorrow~