Zombie University

Song Fei's sophomore year is basically spent at home at home. In addition to the voluntary work of urban reconstruction in response to the calls of the districts and cities, most of the time, his parents were still not at ease to let him go out.

Eight months have passed since the disaster, everything is recovering at an extremely fast rate, including the hearts of the people.

However, the wound healed and the scar remains.

Until the school start notice was received, Song Fei's parents did not let go until they were reluctant.

One week before departure, I told the words for seven days.

If in the past, Song Fei will definitely collapse, but this time he listened very carefully, even if those are all tossing and turning, he still assured his family over and over that he would pay attention to safety and take good care of himself.

When getting off the train, the bustling train station gave Song Fe the illusion that it was like going back in time last September. He was still the heartless teenager who was going to the sophomore year.

But when he got into the car, he headed all the way to the south, looking at the streets along the way that were similar but they couldn't tell the difference between the streets, buildings, watching the passing of people slowly, watching the wasteland slowly increasing, the tension was once suppressed The sense is back.

As soon as passing by the gas station, a staff member was cheering on the customer. The flashing familiar work clothes still let Song Fei breathe.

The tragic fragments of the past came one after another, causing Song Fei to breathe quickly and scalp numbness.

He suddenly found that during the past six months at home, his parents had protected him too well, and the TV was full of exciting things, giving people a feeling that everything had passed without leaving any ruin.

However, it is not.

This contradictory sense of entanglement and depression continued until Song Fei got off at the station.

Then he was startled by the crowd in front of the school gate.

Wutong boys and girls, or big boxes and small boxes, or big bags and small bags, or accompanied by parents, or in groups of three or five, whispering to the campus, the whole school entrance is not lively.

Song Fei stood at the same place and dared not enter the door. He always felt that there was another world in it, which was incompatible with his current status.

The phone rang suddenly at this time, Song Fei did not hear the sound, but felt the vibration of the pants pocket.

The phone call was made by Qi Yan. As soon as the call was connected, he asked directly: "Are you here?"

"It's here." Song Fei replied froze, paused, and then said again, "The school gate is full of people."

"Well, they are all freshmen."

Song Fei was stunned, and this slowly came to light, because all schools were closed and post-disaster reconstruction, the college entrance examination was canceled this year, universities around the world were comprehensively recommended by high schools based on students ’intentions and previous results, and then accepted by the university for review and admission. To supplement the student population, basically all universities have expanded their enrollment.

This may be the most freshman.

"Song Fei?" Qi Yan didn't wait to respond, Qi Yan called him with a little worry.

"Ah, it's okay." Song Fei shook his head and squeezed the box lever, "I'll go back to the dormitory."

"I have to welcome new people here, and I can't take it off temporarily."

"Well, you are busy with you."

Song Fei who hung up the phone suddenly fell into a panic.

This has nothing to do with Qi Yan, but everything in front of him gives him an unreal feeling of stepping on his dream. The big red greeting banner, the energetic young students, the clean campus streets, and the neat teaching buildings are no different from the beginning of each new semester.

He couldn't find any trace of the tragic disaster that this school experienced.

It seems that the whole world has forgotten that memory, and he is the only one who hasn't deleted it and emptied it.

Do not know how to enter the dormitory, when opening the door, there is a faint smell of whitewashing.

None of the three roommates came, and 440 miles was empty.

Soon after the communication was restored, Song Fei took over with two roommates who lost contact.

The two explained Song Fei ’s hiding in the girl ’s dormitory for two months in detail, and his eyes were full of tears and tears, and vowed that he must hoard in the dormitory for at least half a year of grain reserves in the future.

Song Fei is undecided and only cares about one thing. After two months, does the roommate take off the order?

The result is a very sad answer.

Song Fei comforted the roommate at the time, but still calmly analyzed the reason-two months of morning and night did not let the girl be tempted. This kind of failed flower protector is absolutely non-existent. The only possibility is that the two roommates It is the flower that is protected.

At noon, Ren Zhe and Xiang Yang arrived one after another. The three brothers hugged together and hugged them excitedly for a long time.

Song Fei finally found a little sense of reality in this hug.

Nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Qingyuan still didn't show up. Song Fei was a little worried. He simply called to find out that the other party had arrived early, but instead of returning to the dormitory, he went to the college office.

"Why do you go there, and carry the luggage directly?" Song Fei vomited subconsciously.

I don't want Wang Qingyuan to say: "I have no luggage."

Song Fei froze, his head turned a little bit, no luggage at school, and his home is not local, naked school?

Waiting for him to ask, Wang Qingyuan reminded him first: "It's almost time, you go to the track and field."

Song Fei didn't get to the bottom, because it was really two o'clock. Although it was not too late for the opening ceremony, in the face of such a special semester, he still couldn't hang himself as before.

The opening ceremonies of previous years were all in the auditorium, and Song Fei wondered why the place was changed this year.

Until I walked into the track and field, I saw the memorial board standing on the lawn, and the clusters of flowers arranged underneath, pale white, light yellow, so that I can support my heavy heart lighter , Let the memory go farther.

The instructor of the School of History changed a teacher and, with the help of several classmates, arranged for the students of this school to be in place. Song Fei arrived a few nights later, and the back seat was occupied by the students who used to hide back when the meeting was opened. Only the first row remained, next to the instructor.

Song Fei didn't find Wang Qingyuan after looking around. Facing the teacher's enthusiastic face, he could only sit down with the two roommates stubbornly.

Time came to two o'clock, the school leaders had already sat in a row on the podium. Song Fei's geographical location is convenient. When he looked up, he could see a few wrinkles on the old headmaster's face, which scared him to quickly withdraw his gaze and changed to look around the left and right.

At this point, he suddenly found something wrong.

Familiar with the face, a lot less.

In the same class of Archaeology, History and Tourism Management, the three classes sitting together are the number of the previous two classes. No, maybe two classes have not yet arrived, at most one and a half.

The sense of depression that he had deliberately ignored swept the body, and the huge sourness made him breathless.

Suddenly, he understood why the traumatized protagonists in movies and novels were always reluctant to return to the scene of the injury because it felt really bad.

He even felt that if the old headmaster talked about the glorious history of the school as usual in the past, and kindly welcomed the new students into the school, it would naturally seem that the memorial board placed beside him was a background, and he might leave the scene with anger.

But it turned out that his head was hot.

In front of the teachers and students of the whole school, the old headmaster read out the names of the killed students one by one. At the end, he took off his glasses and wet the list with tears.

Everyone stood up in silence for the students who died.

After that, the old headmaster did not talk about the history of the school, but the disaster, not to welcome the freshmen to the school, but praised the bravery of the students to survive in the face of adversity.

At the end of hearing, water vapor confused Song Fei's vision.

Until a long time later, he still remembers the last sentence said by the old headmaster-the real healing is not to whitewash, but to look at the scar clearly, but still go forward with hope.

At that moment, Song Fei's sense of distortion, unreality, entanglement, and smoke disappeared.

The whole person finally fell back to the ground, his heart widened like the blue sky above the track and field, and I felt the wind, the air, and the solidity and weight of life.

"They reached out to their classmates in crisis and guarded the safety zone with their own strength. They are the role models of the new era college students and the pride of our school ..." The teacher who succeeded the old principal to host the following commendation link is trying to make the solemn The atmosphere became soothing.

Her efforts are beginning to bear fruit, including Song Fei, she has slowly relieved herself from the sad atmosphere. With her foreshadowing, she gradually enters the state and arouses curiosity ...

"Let us have these little heroes come to power!"

Song Fei ’s curiosity was mentioned at the highest point, and suddenly he was a bit glad that he was sitting in the first row, and he could see these heroes and classmates Wei An ... give me and so on.

Why is the contemporary little hero who is praised by the host teacher in the sky and the earth is chemistry Sanjuro! ! !

I subconsciously searched for the figures of other comrades in the Wusheng class. I wanted to resonate with this complex mood. But I ca n’t find it. But I ca n’t help it. Song Fei can only withdraw his gaze and listen to Wang Shan ’s speech on behalf of all commendation students in the Chemistry Department— —

"Actually we didn't do anything. When we ran out of the chemical building, we were really scared, just like finding a safe place to hide ..."

Song Fei narrowed his eyes and almost pierced Wang Shan with his eyes.

I will watch you blow quietly.

"Later went to the cafeteria. But in fact, there were other students in the cafeteria, but they accepted us without any worries, and they also distributed the food of the back kitchen to us, and then there was the safety zone behind ..."

The host teacher thought that this kind of award-winning speeches were all through the field. I did not expect the speaker to use his sincerity, but also did not expect to elicit the inner feelings. The curiosity suddenly began. Anyway, the microphone was enough. ——

"You mean that before you arrived in the cafeteria, there were already other students?"

"Yes," Wang Shan nodded vigorously, with no meaning of concealment, and a sincere and upright look. "And when we fled to the cafeteria, half of these classmates had already taken the initiative to look for the radio. It was precisely because They only have the campus radio behind. "

The teacher didn't expect this to be a series. His eyes widened and he was surprised. "They also broadcast on campus?"

"Yes! Although they had left the cafeteria at that time, I recognized their voice!"

You have a conscience!

Song Fei was also excited, moved his body, sat down straighter, and locked Wang Shan's face tightly!

"Are they here now?" The teacher's voice was already a little trembling.

"Should be there." Wang Shan looked down from the rostrum, his eyes quickly swept over one head after another, and he suddenly stopped.

His eyes collided with Song Fei in the air!

Four eyes meet, crackling!

Teacher: "Did you see them? Which college do they belong to, what is their name?"

Wang Shan: "They call themselves Wusheng Class, there are a total of 14 people, the class leader is Song ..."

Song Fei held his breath and pressed his eyebrows hard. He wished he could mobilize the muscles of the whole body to make Wang Shan squeeze his eyebrows-hurry up, hurry up, shout out my glorious name!

Wang Shan could not understand, nodded secretly-ok, I must keep it secret!

"Song ... sent the warm little angels, I can't say their names, because this is contrary to their original intention of helping hands. But they are like a fire, burning themselves and illuminating others!"

Song Fei: "..."

Where are these goddamns? ! !

The phone suddenly continued to vibrate.

Song Fei no longer looked at the unclear chemical branch secretary, took out his mobile phone, it turned out to be the WeChat group of Wusheng class——

Zhao He: Is the direction the kid looked at just now?

Feng Qibai: No problem, our hospital is next door.

Qiao Siqi: So Song Fei did not let him say?

Li Jingyu: It's unlikely, Song Fei said, it's still possible to send a loudspeaker.

Song Fei: Comrades, I am also in the group, thank you.

Monday Law: We are not in the group if you are not in the group. Are you stupid on holiday? Such a good opportunity to hide merit and fame?

Qi Yan: It should be too much, Wang Shan would be wrong.

What's the question: Maybe Wang Shanyuan was given the wrong look at Wang Shan. Isn't he also in the Historical Institute?

Qi Yan: He is not in the track and field.

Wang Qingyuan: I am not on the scene.

Mavison: By the way, God synchronizes!

Lin Dilei: Do n’t cry ...

Song Fei: I do n’t cry, but I do n’t have to give me an explanation [smile]

Qi Yan: I just met him when I was welcoming the new year. I talked a few words. Forget it. Let him tell you.

Wang Qingyuan: I just finished stamping on the side of the college, and now I go to the school building to stamp it. The procedure to retain student status is more trouble than I expected.

Only some teachers participated in the opening ceremony, and everything on campus was still running normally.

But what Song Fei ca n’t understand is, why keep the school status?

Lenovo said that he did not bring luggage before, which means that he will leave as soon as he completes the formalities to retain his student status? But where to go after leaving? What to do

Song Fei is completely blind, and there are countless problems in a flash, almost squeezing his head.

Fortunately, Wang Qingyuan is not the character of selling Guanzi, and he directly entrusted with it-he was admitted to the army.

In an instant, the group was swiped by question marks and shocked expressions.

By contrast, Wang Qingyuan is calm. Asked him the reason, he didn't say the reason, he just said something lightly and wanted to go.

The Lord is so calm, and the friends gradually stopped screaming, and began to send blessings one by one, what is more and more handsome, eight abdominal muscles, green flowers in the army, beautiful expectations are dazzling.

Wang Qingyuan only expresses emotions, does not send words, and has a kind of smile and no words.

The commendation session ended, and the opening ceremony returned to the reservation session.

I do n’t know what the leader started to speak. Compared with the old headmaster, it is obviously much more routine and much longer.

Song Fei felt sleepy and took out his mobile phone to try to vomit in the group, but he just happened to encounter a new Weibo link sent by Wang Qingyuan.

Other friends received prompts and took out their phones.

Click on the link and everyone finds that it is the school's official micro.

The whole Weibo has no words, only one heart, and five pictures.

The first impressive letter was the letter they left in the broadcast room, and the following two, three, four, five are all letters, and they are all a4 paper, all beginning with "Dear Classmates". But if you click on the big picture, the specific content of the letter will be everything. Although the main theme is around "you are not alone, all the students in the school are connected to your heart", the expression can be very different.

For example, Song Fei's reluctance is counted as a poor motivational school.

The second one is directly the rage cries.

The third letter is a delicate and sensational stream.

The fourth seal is the emperor of details operation, and even talked about how to tie a strong military knot, and sketched directly next to it.

The fifth letter is an abstract school. Words like fog, rain and wind are really unpredictable.

But just like all the letters start with "Dear Classmates", all letter registrations are also "powerful unyielding survival classes", the only difference is that Song Fei are 1 & amp; 2, followed by 3, 4, 5, 6 ...

There are not many people who follow the school official Weibo, but the amount of comments under this Weibo is very considerable and continues to increase.

Some guessed the identity of the writer, some studied the content of the fifth letter, some said that they heard the broadcast in the dormitory at that time, the female voice was very similar to the courtyard of the new Chuanyuan, and even some people remembered being snarled by a certain person. Fu Xiyuan and Ma Weisen clamored.

But gradually, these discussions are drowned out.

The new messages are constantly beginning to brush the same sentence, the formation is neatly like a military parade square array, across the screen, you can feel the momentum like a rainbow, the sound is shocking-my classmates, I am proud!