absolutely hot

The feeling of falling was endless, but what was waiting for them was not emerald green valleys and glowing rivers. At some point, Lan Aowen's body in his arms became icy cold, Su Ze felt an ominous premonition, and pushed the shoulders of the man in his arms away , but saw that what he was holding was not Lan Aowen, but Xiao Mo's cold and pale corpse.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The dizzy weightlessness disappeared immediately, and the lower part of the body was warm and soft, as if falling on a cloud. The morning light shone in from the white screen window, and the postcard ceiling that Lan Aowen was proud of was above his head.

He lowered his eyes and saw Lan Aowen lying on the bedside, his honey-colored curly hair scattered on the white mattress.He seldom saw Lan Aowen when he was asleep. In the past, every time he opened his eyes, Lan Aowen would always look at him, as if he hadn't slept all night.

In the past, he didn't know why Lan Aowen was so keen on the game of waiting for him to wake up, but the first time he woke up and saw Lan Aowen sleeping beside him, he seemed to suddenly understand the feeling of wanting to wait for someone to wake up ——Like an unawakened archangel, his wide and white wings are quietly closed on his graceful back, and he will open his wings to embrace you as soon as your breath wakes him up.

But this time, he didn't want Lan Aowen to wake up at all.

The sunlight wandered through the small bedroom little by little, he looked away and silently looked up at the ceiling covered with postcards.The sapphire blue melting ice lake is still there, and the Pingdingshan and Iguazu Falls are also pasted in places he is familiar with. In addition to these, there are islands, canyons, and lakes that he has never seen before... These postcards with new colors should be blue. Aowen posted it later. The postcard ceiling that was still thin when he left was already a colorful and thick layer.

He imagined Lan Aowen standing barefoot on the white bed, holding a postcard of the Great Barrier Reef in his mouth, his arms covered with transparent tape, and raising his head to post a postcard on the roof of the car; Fighting in the ruined city, while Lan Aowen stood alone in a post office or a bookstore, deaf to the sound of gunfire outside, picking out postcards one by one...

It was a dream they had together.In the barren end of the world, he had such a beautiful dream.

Later he went to reality, but Lan Aowen was still in a dream.

There was a rustling sound on the bed, and the people around him suddenly moved. Su Ze turned his head and saw Lan Aowen standing up abruptly as if waking up, his right hand was reflexively grasping the short knife on the floor.

The scabbard came loose on the ground with a "click", and Lan Aowen held the cold steel knife with his backhand, and it was touching the edge of the bed, only a fist away from him.

Su Ze looked down at the cut cut by a sharp blade on the bed sheet, and then at Lan Aowen whose forehead was soaked in cold sweat. He subconsciously wondered whether he had a nightmare or felt hostility?

Lan Aowen seemed to realize that he was awake, put the dagger back into the scabbard calmly, lifted a corner of the quilt, looked down at his injury, and then covered the quilt: "Don't always play yourself badly!" , I don’t know how many times I can put you back together.”

There was a long silence in the bedroom.

"Why didn't you talk when you saw me?" Lan Aowen frowned and asked, his voice a bit cold.

"Irene is dead." Su Ze said, getting up and throwing off the quilt, "I want to see A Xue and Lei Zhe, their condition is not very good."

"You're not doing well either."

"I'm fine..."

Before the words fell, Su Ze felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and Su Ze looked at Lan Aowen's right hand, which was pressing hard on his wound through the quilt, in disbelief, and looked up at Lan Aowen's cold and empty gaze: "Is this all right? Seeing the cold sweat on Su Ze's forehead, Lan Aowen slowly withdrew his hand, straightened up and said, "Lie down well."

The wound was wet and hot, and the blood soaked the gauze again. Su Ze held the wound quietly and quietly, watching Lan Aowen bend down coldly to pick up the white motorcycle jacket that fell on the floor, put on the coat, and held back the pain Ask: "How are they?"

Lan Aowen's hand to pull the zipper of his jacket paused, Su Ze stared at Lan Aowen's back, but Lan Aowen didn't answer him, the metal zipper pulled up with a "hiss", and he opened the bedroom door straight away.

The door "clicked", and Su Ze felt mixed feelings. Since Lan Aowen brought him back from the swamp, he must have found Beiji's body, but he never said a word about Beiji's death from the beginning to the end. Don't even ask him why he's after Becky, or whether he knows the truth.Whether that truth is good or bad.

Is it really indifferent, or does not want to know, so I pretend that I didn't find anything...

Su Ze looked out the window silently for a while, only to realize that the bedroom was too quiet, so that he suddenly felt that the quietness was a little abnormal.

The young sniper instinctively sat up, frowning and staring at the closed door.

"... Lan Aowen?"

There was no sound from behind the door.

Su Ze covered the wound with one hand, tried his best to get out of bed, walked to the door and lingered for a while, then twisted the doorknob, then opened his eyes wide in astonishment——

Lan Aowen stood outside the door with his head down.

The honey-colored curly hair covered Lan Aowen's forehead and eyes, and he looked listless, completely different from his aggressive look before.

"...That's right, their condition is not good, but so what?" Lan Aowen slowly raised his head to look at him, "If you go to see them, their condition will not get better, but you just have to look at me, I will get better."

Su Ze couldn't help staring at Lan Aowen. For a while, he felt that he was facing a leopard that had fallen into the water, and it was showing its weakness to him with its wet ears. There is a monster with teeth and claws hidden.

The two of them were so close face to face, he wanted to ask Lan Aowen that question so much, but he was also afraid to really ask, Lan Aowen's reaction would be the last thing he wanted to see...

"What are you doing in a daze?" Lan Aowen asked suddenly, he unzipped the zipper of his white motorcycle jacket again, lowered his head and took off the jacket nonchalantly, "Do something, don't you want to do something?"

Su Ze watched as Lan Aowen threw his motorcycle jacket aside casually, and the metal zipper made a cold and crisp sound when it fell to the ground. Lan Aowen lowered his head and took off the pendant. When the silver pendant was taken off from the top of his head, he pulled a head of honey-colored curly hair. His movements It looked a little rough, but at the moment when the honey-colored curly hair fell freely, that look was still beautiful.

It's just that the beauty is very mechanical and empty.

Lan Aowen took off only a white vest, which stuck to his graceful body and thin muscles. A corner of the gauze curtain was lifted, and the cold wind came in. He lowered his head and sneezed, and his honey-colored curly hair hung down from his forehead , blocking his cautiously raised line of sight, but the black-clothed youth standing in front of him was still like a block of ice, without any movement or emotion.

The eyes that deliberately showed weakness and flattery were finally gone, and through Lan Aowen's curly hair hanging on his forehead, Su Ze could clearly see that the light in his eyes became cold and severe in an instant.Lan Aowen stepped into the door, raised his hand to grab the chin of the person in front of him, and leaned forward, angrily and futilely trying to create a kiss.

The sniper in black raised his hand to pinch his wrist, and pulled away the fierce hand pinched on his chin: "Lan Aowen, kissing shouldn't be like this."

"What's that like?" Lan Aowen looked up at him coldly, "You know so well, teach me."

Su Ze pondered for a long time: "I don't understand either."

Lan Aowen's knuckles turned white, he pulled his hand away suddenly, turned and left with a sullen expression.

Su Ze watched as Lan Aowen got out of the car like a gust of wind, the door was thrown shut with a "bang", and a gust of wind brought the pungent smell of blood outside the car into the car.He also thought of Beiji's cold body soaked in a pool of blood, and the fear and hatred for Lan Aowen in the little man's only one eye.

Since when, this bloody smell has become the lingering breath around Lan Aowen.

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"Who told you to kill people outside my car?"

Facing the handsome leader who suddenly slammed the door, the subordinates who were busy fighting the lackeys in Ling Chilou were silent, and they didn't even dare to look at the handsome leader who was only wearing a vest, naked in the cold weather. shoulder body.

Lan Aowen glanced back at the direction of the white trailer, and said in a deep voice, "Clean up all the blood."

"Boss, what should we do with this man?" The masked man walked forward with a staggering man.

Lan Aowen glanced impatiently at the shivering man kneeling on the ground wearing a black hood: "Who?"

"You asked us to find that bitch..."

The hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and the masked man opened his eyes wide in astonishment, only to see that the dagger on his waist had been taken away by Lan Aowen, and the shining knife directly slashed at the man's lower body. The man screamed out, but Lan Aowen frowned and quickly slashed across the other side, cutting off the opponent's vocal cords, so this bloody and brutal scene seemed to be muted suddenly, turning into a creepy pantomime .

Lan Aowen glanced back at the trailer window, then relaxed his brows, shook off the blood on the knife, and threw it back to the masked man: "See what use this guy has for you, dispose of it after use."

"Where are those diehards in Lou Zhan?" the masked man hissed.

"How stubborn?"

"They've been cursing you..." the masked man lowered his voice, the content of the cursing was very inappropriate to say in front of Lan Aowen.

"Ah~~" Lan Aowen folded his arms and looked at the group of people waiting for execution not far away. Everyone's mouths were gagged, and he raised his eyebrows, "Since you like the scorched earth policy so much, then burn them all to death." , take off the cloths in your mouth, burn them one by one, let them scold them as much as they want at the last moment of their lives." Finally, as if remembering something, he said coldly, "Pull it to a distance burn."

The masked man led away, but just as he turned around, he was stopped by Lan Aowen from behind.

Lan Aowen sneezed, put his fist against his nose and said in a low voice, "Find me some clothes, I'm a bit cold."

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LEON sat outside the tent and polished the obsidian knife. There was a rustling sound from the tent behind him. He put down the knife and turned to open the tent. He saw that the masked man had almost turned the tent inside out: "What's wrong?"

The masked man was still immersed in rummaging through a large pile of belongings: "The leader said it was cold, and he wanted to find a piece of clothing."

"So?" Leon raised an eyebrow and asked.

The masked man finally gave up and sat cross-legged on the sleeping bag, holding a huge "tablecloth" in his hand:

"...I only have the cloak."

In the end, LEON found a piece of his own clothes and asked him to take it back with a mask. He changed into his luggage and brought an obsidian knife to go out to patrol the camp. People walked into the forest behind the mansion.

Tunan heard the horn sound behind him, looked back, and the convertible jeep stopped in front of him, LEON put his hand on the car door, and asked him with a smile: "Where are you going?"

Tu Nan glanced into the depths of the woods: "I'm going to the woods." The young man's eyes dimmed, "The people from Lou Zhan dug a pit to bury the corpse in the woods, and Irene's body should be there too."

LEON nodded knowingly: "You are not enough alone, I will lend you one." He turned and patted the back seat.

Tunan didn't see anyone in the backseat of the jeep outside the car. After LEON patted the backseat, there was a rustle in the backseat for a while, and then he shook his head.

Shaar, who was sleeping under his clothes, bumped into Tunan who was holding a shovel with a surprised expression.

LEON drove away by himself, and waved to them happily before leaving: "Happy cooperation!"

The two teenagers watched the jeep go away. Tunan pointed to the depths of the forest with a shovel, and smiled at Shaar: "Let's go."

Shaar nodded, without asking why he was going, and just followed behind.

The weather was a bit cold in the morning, but now the sun showed its face in the afternoon. In fact, the temperature has not increased much, but seeing the golden sun, even if there is only a ray, will warm people's hearts.

There are many ginkgo trees in the forest, and the golden fallen leaves are rustling under the two people's feet. Tunan doesn't need to look back to know that Shaar is following behind him every step of the way.

The forest in late autumn is beautiful, but they have no intention of appreciating it at the moment.

"arrive."

Tunan stopped.In front of him was the mass grave, and the shallow layer of soil was covered with ginkgo leaves.

Since Ah Xue was saved, he stayed alone in the tent, neither eating nor drinking. Meng Anru and Lan Shangwu were busy taking care of the seriously injured Lei Zhe.He also wanted to do something for everyone.

When he was in a trance, Shaar by his side had already jumped down into the pit with agility. Tunan saw the boy in the black sweater and started digging up the topsoil with the muzzle of his rifle without saying a word, revealing the miserable corpse of a zombie.

Xia Ya's hair has a curled hair on the top, which was curled up when he took a nap in the car just now. Tunan just looked at the handsome boy in the black sweater digging the soil, and the curly hair on the top of his head was beating mischievously. Seeing that, although Shaar has grown taller, his arms have become stronger, and his legs have also grown, but the lines of his facial features remain delicate and slender. It always feels like milk tea has grown up, but he has also become estranged from himself.

Shaar dug for a while before stopping in surprise. He looked up at Tunan who was still standing on top, and then looked down at the piles of corpses under his feet. He suddenly panicked. Did he do something wrong?Are the steps wrong?Should he, like Tuenen, offer his condolences before making a move?

"Crack", Tunan jumped down with a shovel in hand, patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "Let's come together."

The mass grave was very deep, but Irene's body should be at the top. After digging for a while, Tunan's shovel finally dug out a slender arm.

Shaar noticed that Tunan stopped, stepped forward, and saw the arm covered with corpse spots under his feet.

Irene was unexpectedly still wearing her previous clothes and was not naked. Tunan was both surprised and relieved. He put down the shovel, squatted down and scraped off the soil covering Irene's body with his bare hands, and Shaar also squatted down to help.

They buried Irene briefly in a nice place in the woods just before sunset.If there is no tombstone, use a tree as a monument.

Tunan stared at the tall ginkgo tree: "Irene said before that she would not die at the hands of zombies no matter what, because she didn't want to become that kind of ugly creature. She probably didn't think that there is something uglier than zombies in this world. creatures of..."

Xia Ya put his hand on his shoulder hesitantly.

Tu Nan turned his head to look at the handsome but somewhat confused face of the black-haired boy: "I'm fine."

He was smiling when he said this, if Shaar's world has no sadness and doesn't understand sadness, then let it be full of smiles and beautiful things.