There are little zombies at home

"[-] Kilometers" was about to start recording a new program in one day, so Huang Qi also sent the script of the program to Zhong Jing early.

This recording took a total of one week, and it was finally divided into three episodes. The place I went to was a small island country in Southeast Asia. Although the development was slow, it still had the advantage of being quiet and fresh compared with big cities.

In order to let the audience see the real reaction of the stars, the program group gave a very rough script, and only briefly stated the time schedule.

It didn't take Zhong Jing a few minutes to read all of them. Still feeling a little uneasy, he searched the name of the island country on the Internet. Unexpectedly, he saw that this country is rich in cannibals...

I really don't know who is better when zombies meet cannibals.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jing turned his head and looked at the little zombie who was holding the old white hair, and there was a trace of unspeakable complexity in his eyes.

Feeling Zhong Jing's attention, the little zombie pinched Lao Bai nervously, thinking that Ah Jing wouldn't find out that I drank two bottles of soda and didn't brush my teeth...

Taking advantage of the last day of rest, Zhong Jing and the little zombie planned to take the little zombie to grandma's house on the outskirts of the city after having lunch.

Because his parents are busy all year round, Zhong Jing lived in his grandma's house when he was a child, and he has a close relationship with the old man.However, due to his busy schedule, he seldom has time to visit the elderly in the countryside. He thought that he hadn't seen his grandma for almost half a year, so he thought of going there.

When the little zombie heard Zhong Jing mentioning his family, the whole zombie felt anxious, "Why so fast? What should I do now that I am going to see my parents? Will Ah Jing's grandma dislike me? What clothes should I wear?" ?”

A few questions in a row left Zhong Jing stunned. He reached out and stroked the little zombie's hair to express his comfort. Seeing that he had relaxed a lot, he slowly answered: "Grandma will definitely like Fugui. Wearing clothes It’s good to be thick, don’t worry too much.”

"Really?" The little zombie still hesitated, "If I wear a down jacket and snow boots, will grandma think I'm not cool enough?"

"Grandma can't accept that other people are too cool." Zhong Jing couldn't laugh or cry, and pushed him again, "Hurry up and change your clothes, don't waste time."

The little zombie pursed his mouth worriedly, but he went back to the house and changed his clothes according to Zhong Jing's suggestion.

But he was still worried in his heart, and then secretly took his mobile phone to search for the precautions for meeting his parents for the first time. Unexpectedly, he was so fascinated by it that he hurriedly followed him out until Zhong Jing knocked on the door.

The warm winter sun has been ushered in for a long time. The little zombie is well-dressed, with a white down jacket paired with beige-colored cotton trousers and snow boots.

It takes at least three hours to drive from home to the suburbs. Zhong Jing was afraid that the little zombie would get motion sick again, so he gave him motion sickness medicine before getting in the car.

However, after driving for less than 15 minutes, Zhong Jing regretted that the little zombie was still in a better state of motion sickness, because he was full of energy and talked too much, and the content was uninterrupted and non-repetitive. Learned it over and over again.

"Okay, we really don't need to bring anything to grandma, and she's not picky eaters, she can eat any dish you have." Finally, Zhong Jing answered the little zombie's tangled questions in one breath, and threatened: "You If you ask any more questions, we won’t go.”

Having said that, the little zombie immediately fell silent, turned his head and looked out the window for a long time, and then turned his head and threw himself into Zhong Jing's arms with a sad face.

"Ah Jing, what if your grandma doesn't like me? Then, will you listen to grandma and let me go?" Of course, the little zombie is not afraid of meeting his parents, but that Zhong Jing will be affected and not like him.

"Fool." Zhong Jing rubbed his head, cursing with a smile before lightening his tone, "Don't watch those messy TV series again, you are the little zombie I brought back, no one will dislike you."

"Huh?" The little zombie raised his head halfway from his arms and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

Zhong Jing hooked the corner of his mouth, looked up and saw that the rearview mirror had not been put down, so he lowered his head and bit the little zombie's nose.

"Ah Jing!" The little zombie broke away from him in dissatisfaction, held his face in both hands, and corrected him seriously: "You kissed in the wrong place, everyone kisses on the mouth!"

"Hey? Isn't this your mouth?" Zhong Jing pretended to be puzzled, and teased the little zombie seriously.

The driver in the front seat sighed silently, not understanding why the young couples are showing affection all the time!

After fighting all the way, the car quickly arrived at Grandma Zhong's house.

Now the countryside has been developing rapidly, and every family lives in small western-style buildings, and Grandma Zhong's house is no exception. The spacious courtyard is separated by a wall higher than a person, and the small building paved with red bricks can be vaguely seen in the innermost part. .

"Wow, there is a big yellow dog at grandma's house!" The little zombie jumped out of the car, saw the yellow dog at the door at a glance, and couldn't help but yelled, "Wow, woof, woof!" Hello!

But when the yellow dog saw the little zombie, his hair stood on end, he stepped back in panic, and kicked down the iron bowl full of leftovers, making a loud noise.

"Hmm." The little zombie rubbed against Zhong Jing aggrievedly, and complained, "Why are puppies afraid of me? Do I look like a bad zombie?"

Zhong Jing also shrugged inexplicably, and before he could answer, a menacing old man came out of the room.

With a broom in her right hand and an ax in her left, she looked very difficult to deal with.

"Who is it?!" The old man roared, full of anger, "Who came here to bully my rhubarb again!"

The little zombie looked at the old man's appearance, then glanced at Zhong Jing beside him, and said timidly, "Grandma?"

The old man froze for a moment, and cast his ferocious eyes at the little zombie, so frightened that the little zombie's hair blew up a few.

Surprisingly, the old man raised his smiling face in the next second, and kneaded the little zombie's cheeks with his callused hands, "Ah Jing is back, my good grandson, long time no see, you... have become short again!" Already?"

"No." The little zombie looked at Zhong Jing as if begging for help, and tried to explain, "Grandma, you have mistaken the person! I am not Ah Jing, I am his partner, and my name is Zong Fugui!"

The old man frowned suddenly, as if digesting this fact, then looked up at Zhong Jing on the other side, raised his hand and patted, "You bastard, you are teasing me again, knowing that I am demented and can't tell people apart, why don't you Never spoke."

"I'm not testing how long it will take you to recognize me." Zhong Jing smiled and bowed halfway to let the old man enjoy himself.

Grandma Zhong suffered from mild senile dementia three years ago, and sometimes it is easy to remember things, and people's faces are often unclear, so every time Zhong Jing comes back, she has to practice acting and pretend to be Zhong's father or Zhong's mother to test her .

"Is this your object?" Grandma Zhong reluctantly pushed Zhong Jing a few times, then glanced at the little zombie inquiringly.

At this moment, the little zombie's whole body was wrapped up with only a little flushed white face, and when he saw it suddenly, he thought it was a little doll.

"Hello, grandma!" The little zombie smiled and showed a pair of small canine teeth, but it made Grandma Zhong's frown deepen a bit.

The little zombie couldn't figure out what Grandma Zhong was thinking, so he could only keep smiling, but the villain in his heart had already started to tremble.

Grandma Zhong didn't respond, instead she pulled Zhong Jing aside and asked in a low voice, "Is your partner an adult? Do you know that it is against the law to have sex with a child?!"

"Of course he is an adult." Zhong Jing nodded helplessly, not to mention that the little zombie is already several hundred years old, and his appearance is also quite adult, but his skin is too white to look young.

"That's good." Grandma Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and finally looked at the little zombie with a smile, and pulled him enthusiastically, saying: "It's too cold outside, let's talk when we go back to the house."

The little zombie didn't know what they said just now, and was a little afraid of Grandma Zhong's sudden change of face at the moment, but turned around and looked at Zhong Jing to signal his reassurance, and walked into the courtyard with Grandma Zhong.

The most pitiful thing was the big yellow dog at the door. After being inexplicably frightened by the zombies, the rice became mixed with snow.

The weather was cold, and Grandma Zhong was grilling charcoal fire at home. When she first entered the house, she could still smell a burnt aroma.

"It smells so good!" The little zombie wrinkled his nose and exclaimed.

"It's really time for you to come back." Grandma Zhong took his arm and sat beside the charcoal stove, picked up the tongs beside it and scraped the carbon a few times, and then picked out some dark sweet potatoes, "I just roasted some sweet potatoes today. Ah Jing liked roasted sweet potatoes the most when he was young."

Hearing Grandma Zhong talking about her childhood, Zhong Jing also blushed suddenly.He used to love to eat roasted sweet potatoes, but Grandma Zhong seldom made them, so he came up with a good idea. He lied to Grandma Zhong that he was going on a spring outing. He got a few roasted sweet potatoes as he wished, but he was beaten for not wanting to go home. .

"Ah Jing's favorite?" The little zombie tilted his head thoughtfully, and came to a conclusion, "Then he must have farted a lot when he was young."

"Hahaha, that's not right!" Grandma Zhong got excited, and she dragged the little zombie to chat about Zhong Jing's past embarrassment.

Zhong Jing called "Grandma" a few times in a row but didn't get a response, so he had to let them continue to make fun of him.

In the blink of an eye, they stayed at Grandma Zhong's house for a few hours. Seeing Grandma Zhong get up and go to work on dinner, the little zombie moved the bench and sat next to Zhong Jing, and asked Zhong Jing in a low voice, "When you get old , I’ll bake sweet potatoes for you too, okay?”

"Huh?" Zhong Jing didn't react, imagined how the two of them would look when they were old, and felt a little soft in his heart.

"However, you have to continue peeling tomatoes for me!" The little zombie narrowed his eyes, took a quick look at Grandma Zhong, and then leaned forward and kissed Zhong Jing, "This is the mouth!"