After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

Chapter 53: pamper

It's a very... new experience for a living person to watch himself being worshipped.

At least Xiao Shenwei looked at his statue surrounded by flowers and didn't know whether to be moved or to laugh.

The new Daxing was no different from the previous one. Xiao Shenwei saw the girl selling buns and the arrogant boy downstairs on the side of the road.

It's good that they're all still alive.

Xiao Shenwei thought.

Then the bear boy pointed at Xiao Shenwei in the car window, widened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Shh-"

Xiao Shenwei smiled, raised his index finger against his lips and shook his head.

The child's eyes were bent into crescent moons, the fat hand covered his mouth, and the other hand made an "OK" gesture, signaling Xiao Shenwei to rest assured that he would definitely keep the secret.

"Your buns, take them."

The girl rubbed the child's head, gathered the hair that was scattered around her ears, and set her eyes on the statue.

She thought of the young man who ran downstairs to buy "a pack of cages", pursed her lips and laughed again.

"...What kind of stuffing do you want in the cage?"

…

Uncle Li sent them downstairs and drove away.

Xiao Shenwei went upstairs with Rong Yun, who was still sleeping.

The hallway is clean and it looks like someone is cleaning it often.

The voice of the young couple arguing came from the door next door, and the aunt of the opposite door came out with a vegetable basket in her hand. She was stunned when she saw Xiao Shenwei, and then laughed again:

"Yo, Xiao Xiao is back, I'm coming to my aunt's house for dinner at noon today, and I'll stew rabbit legs for you~"

I don't know who made braised pork again, and a trace of smoke and smoke mixed with the aroma of meat filled the space.

Xiao Shenwei's eyes were sore and he nodded: "Well, I'm back."

"What's the matter with him?"

"...Nothing, I fell asleep."

"Is it convenient to hold him? Give the key to my aunt, and my aunt will open the door for you."

"...Hey, okay, thank you auntie."

"You kid, why are you being polite to your aunt. If there's something missing at home, just come downstairs to find your aunt—"

The aunt babbled, followed Xiao Shenwei upstairs, opened the door, and left again with a vegetable basket.

Xiao Shenwei entered the room, closed the door, and was in a trance for a moment.

The furnishings in the room were the same as before, and there was still a thin quilt lying on the sofa, which was messy.

As if they never left here.

It was just that the stove was not lit, and the air was swishing coldly.

Xiao Shenwei carried Rong Yun into the bedroom and carefully carried Rong Yun up, feeling a dull and uncomfortable feeling in his heart again.

...so light.

It was more than a star and a half lighter than when he carried Rong Yun to Daxing before.

This made Xiao Shenwei very sad.

A breeder who cannot fatten the reserves is not a good zombie.

It is even more unforgivable to cultivate the reserve grain into such a behavior.

Although, to be fair, it has always been the food reserves that have been supporting him...

Xiao Shenwei covered Rong Yun with a quilt and tucked the quilt. He wanted to hold Rong Yun's hand, but stopped again.

...No, it's too cold.

He lay beside the bed, his fingers flicked across the blue and black under Rong Yun's eyes, pursed his lips and stood up, igniting the few fuels in the fireplace.

There seems to be nothing to eat in the kitchen.

The chopping board and the stove were covered with dust cloth, and there was still dust on them. It seemed that Rong Yun had not used it after returning.

Xiao Shenwei looked around in the kitchen, only to find half a bag of Chen rice in the cupboard.

Fortunately, the rice was not broken due to the weather.

Xiao Shenwei held half a bag of rice and cleaned the kitchen carefully before carefully taking the rice out, washing it clean, and cooking porridge in a pot awkwardly.

Afraid of overcooking, Xiao Shenwei did not dare to leave the kitchen, so he squatted down against the wall behind him, propped his chin up and watched the white smoke emitting from the small cooking pot.

The fire of the fireplace was slowly rising, and the aroma of rice porridge was slowly diffused.

The cold and clear house finally had some warm fireworks.

The sun was cut into strips of light by the windows, and fine silver dust floated in the light.

Xiao Shenwei stretched out his hand and shook it twice, saw the dark spot on the back of his hand, and retracted his hand again, his eyes fell on the lid of the cooking pot, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he fell asleep slowly, his hairy head buried in the crook of his arms, and the whole person curled up against the wall, like an airtight cocoon.

A small white butterfly flew in from the window, landed on Xiao Shenwei's head for a moment, and flew away again.

The air was quiet, only the small cooking pot on the stove was still gurgling and steaming.

…

Xiao Shenwei was awakened by the sound of Rong Yun's footsteps.

Even if Rong Yun has tried his best to relax his steps.

He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and his voice was still hazy:

"...Well, you're awake."

"Um."

Rong Yun leaned against the door, stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Shenwei up, and touched his cheek.

The smell of porridge in the air was mixed with other flavors.

"Hey, hey my porridge!"

Xiao Shenwei suddenly jumped up, turned off the fire and squeezed the lid of the pot, and was hit by the rising white mist.

But it's too late.

Xiao Shenwei stirred the cooking pot with chopsticks, and saw that a little charred yellow floated up from Bai Shengsheng's thick porridge.

"…"

mushy.

Xiao Shenwei was holding the cooking pot, feeling a little down.

"...I want to cook porridge for you...I'm sorry, I can't do anything...Hey! What are you doing?...Hey, it's hot..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Yun took the small pot from his hand, took the spoon and scooped a full spoon into his mouth.

Maybe it was really hot.

Rong Yun's face flushed for a moment, but he still swallowed it forcefully.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, rubbed his hand on top of Xiao Shenwei's head, and smiled, "Delicious."

"...but it's mushy."

"No." Rong Yun shook his head, leaned his forehead against Xiao Shenwei's, looked into Xiao Shenwei's eyes and said seriously, "It's delicious. This is the best porridge I've ever had. There is no one. ."

Rong Yun's eyes are beautiful.

Especially when Xiao Shenwei saw his own reflection in those eyes.

Xiao Shenwei blinked, pursed his lips and smiled.

"…Um."

The two sat next to each other by the window and slowly finished the pot of porridge.

Xiao Shenwei forgot what it tasted exactly.

He only remembered that Rong Yun's mouth was soft and sweet.

Um.

and then?

Then that afternoon, Xiao Shenwei ate a honey roasted rabbit.

The kind made by Rong Yun himself.

Xiao Shenwei cleaned the rabbit meat, and Rong Yun prepared the sauce beside him.

It's just that Xiao Shenwei's eyes always fall on Rong Yun frequently.

Sometimes Rong Yun would turn his head, just in time to meet Xiao Shenwei's gaze.

The sun is setting outside the window.

Rong Yun turned his head and smiled at him.

Xiao Shenwei waved his hand and deliberately threw the water drop on Rong Yun's face.

Then, seeing that the situation was not good, he turned around and ran.

Rong Yun chased after him.

The two circled from the kitchen to the bedroom, and then chased to the living room.

In the end, Xiao Shenwei was thrown onto the sofa.

Rong Yun pressed Xiao Shenwei's wrist, panting and looking down at him.

Xiao Shenwei pursed his lips and stared back, broke again in less than two seconds, and burst out laughing.

"...Stop making trouble."

"…"

"Really." Xiao Shenwei blinked.

"…"

Rong Yun didn't speak, lowered his head and took a light bite on the side of Xiao Shenwei's neck.

Finally, when night fell slowly, the two squatted in front of the stove, and the fire reflected their faces.

Xiao Shenwei bit the rabbit meat and looked at Rong Yun who was brushing sauce on the barbecue with bright eyes.

...hehe, he's so good looking.

Xiao Shenwei thought.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Feeling Xiao Shenwei's gaze, Rong Yun turned to look at him.

"…No."

Xiao Shenwei's cheeks are bulging.

Then he swallowed the food in his mouth and turned to look at Rong Yun:

"Rong Yun."

"Well, I'm here."

"I love you."

"…"

Rong Yun paused for a moment while holding the sauce brush.

He didn't look at Xiao Shenwei, but his ears slowly turned red again.

"…Me too."

"Love especially..."

He answered softly.

The voice fell, and the whole head turned red.

There were no lights in the room, only the smoldering light of the fire.

It was a rare sunny day, and the night sky outside the window was full of stars.

Xiao Shenwei rubbed over, took the brush in Rong Yun's hand, and handed the other one in his hand to him:

"You take a break, eat something, and I'll bake."

"…it is good."

The crackling sound of the fire and the sizzling sound of the barbecued meat mixed together, and the smell of barbecued meat permeated the air.

Xiao Shenwei carefully turned the rabbit meat in his hand and brushed it with sauce.

Then his hand shook, and a big lump was smeared on it.

Xiao Shenwei: …emmmmm…

...hey, just make do with it.

...Maybe it's a bit more mushy and tasty.

…yes, right…

…

After they were full, they cleaned up the dishes, and the two of them wrapped in blankets and snuggled up to watch the stars.

Xiao Shenwei was wrapped in Rong Yun's arms.

He was a little sleepy, but he didn't really want to sleep.

Daxing, who had just fallen into the night, had not calmed down yet.

The pedestrian street not far away is still brightly lit.

Xiao Shenwei saw the child in the daytime holding flowers that were probably left over from the New Year, wiping his nose and running through the gate of the community, followed by his friends.

A few aunts walked out with a smile, looking like they were going to join the square dance army on the small square outside the community.

The uncles gathered in a pile again and played chess under the street lights.

Only a few familiar faces are missing.

Maybe left here on a tractor roller in that war for the New World.

Or maybe it's just that he didn't go out because he was tired from arguing with his wife during the day.

Who knows?

Xiao Shenwei only knew that he loved Daxing's fireworks to death.

"Your hair is so long."

Rong Yun hugged Xiao Shenwei, lifted the hair behind his ears, and saw the blue spot on Xiao Shenwei's pale neck.

The light in his eyes flickered, Rong Yun put down his hand and didn't look again, but said:

"Shall I cut your hair?"

Xiao Shenwei: "...?"

... In the middle of the night, what kind of haircut?

However, Xiao Shenwei still nodded.

Cut it.

Your own reserve food, pamper it.

There is no power supply after nine o'clock at night in the community, only the street lights outside will be on until half past ten.

Taking advantage of the firelight in the fireplace and the dim light outside the window, Rong Yun sat in front of Xiao Shenwei, holding a knife in his hand.

The kind used to kill zombies.

Xiao Shenwei swallowed a mouthful of air:

"...The haircut you said is really going to cut [head]?"

Rong Yun coughed lowly: "There are no scissors at home, just make do with it."

"…Fine."

With the slight voice, Xiao Shenwei's hair fell to the ground in strands.

He reached out and caught a handful, twirling it between his fingers.

...it doesn't feel good in the hand.

Serious fork.

tsk tsk.

Although the tools used are not normal, Rong Yun's craftsmanship is actually not bad.

Xiao Shenwei stood in front of the window sill and looked at his own shadow reflected on the window glass, a little satisfied.