Zombie University

The campus in late December always looks very bleak.

The leaves are falling, the school is full of green and only the sparse Komatsu is left, and the southern suburbs are windy. The classmates always bow their heads, wrap their clothes tightly, and walk in a hurry, unwilling to stay outdoors for a second.

Song Fei has been squatting at the gate of Zhiyuan Building for half an hour.

He did n’t want to come so early, but there was no one in the dormitory—Xiangyang, Ren Zhedu, and Qi Yan were taking exams here—empty dormitory, especially on a day like today, which always made people unwilling to stay for a long time.

Although it is cold outside, from time to time, I can see my classmates passing by, at least people are not so tight.

I do n’t know if it is the sequelae of the disaster. He likes places with more people now.

The ringing bell finally sounded.

Soon, some students came out one after another.

Song Fei got up and came under a tree. This is where Qi Yan waited for his exams in the morning. The difference is that Qi Yan was standing in danger, but he leaned on the tree, creating the illusion that "I didn't wait very seriously."

Qi Yan came out.

Despite being in the crowd, Song Fei grabbed him at a glance.

As if he had a hunch, Qi Yan looked straight in this direction, and smiled faintly across the crowd's eyes on Song Fei.

Song Fei is very glad that he leaned on the tree, otherwise he might not be what it was like.

"How do you feel?" When Qi Yan came to her eyes, Song Fei kept busy and asked.

"very good."

"How is it a good way? Can you pass it?"

"Do your best to obey your destiny."

"..."

Song Fei swears that this guy is definitely intentional.

Because this conversation is a complete copy morning!

It's just that I took the exam at that time, and I was waiting for Qi Yan.

"Okay, I am correct, I think I can pass this time." It is not too late to make up for it.

Qi Yan was finally satisfied, so he grabbed his neck and acted calmly. From the outside, it looked like a pure brother.

"After waiting, I invite you to eat delicious."

"Don't play?" Song Fei froze, Xiao Qingxin is not a boyfriend's style.

"Eat enough to not get seasick."

"..." He knew it had to wave!

The phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was displayed-Joskey.

"Where?" As soon as the phone was connected, Qiao asked directly, without using a courtesy.

"Zhiyuan Building."

"Aren't you a morning exam?"

"Wait for Qi Yan, we just met."

"Then don't bother to hurry up and come here, everyone here is full."

"Ok."

At half past five in the evening, it was getting dark and the lantern was at the beginning.

Today is the first anniversary of the disaster. The monument in the city center has been completed during the day, and at night is an open-air commemorative event.

Limited by the examination, the Wusheng class friends can only go to the city together after the sixth grade.

As soon as he walked to the back of Houde Building, Song Fei saw thirteen little friends standing at the door of the sunshine room not far away. There are several teachers who want to go to the underground parking lot.

Wait, thirteen?

In doubt, Song Fei and Qi Yan had already come to the comrades in arms, and the former finally confirmed that it was not their own dazzle—

"Kuang Ye?"

"I know you want to ask me how I got here," Mr. Kwong, who is a business fan, is already familiar with this question that has been answered several times. "Obviously, I have expected the problem of fewer cars and fewer people in advance, so I took my pony to support. "

The pony in Kuang Yekou's mouth is actually his mortgage Mazda.

As the only graduate of the Wusheng class, Kwong is still quite good. Skip the last semester of senior year and go directly to the world's top 500. Now that the internship period has expired, it has successfully turned into a positive one, just like a promising young man.

Fifteen people, two cars, one locomotive, it cannot be said that it is not enough, but overall planning is necessary.

For example, Qiao Siqi ’s driver position must be deprived and replaced by Monday Lu Zan, and for example, although Maweisen ’s locomotive can barely stop two people, in view of Fu Xiyuan ’s death, other partners have no passenger experience at all, and they can only let Classmate Ma is alone in the air.

After making an appointment for the meeting place in the urban area, Maweisen left first. On Monday, the drivers of Lu and Kuangye were in place. The remaining twelve people had five in a car and seven in a car.

Overload is definitely overloaded, but only one person is overloaded in each car, so the friends are crowded and they sit down.

Song Fei and Qi Yan were in Kuang Ye ’s car, along with Lin Dilei, the co-pilot, and Luo Geng and Li Jingyu crowded together in the back seat.

Song Fei was next to the car window, and the scenery was passing by the window, so fast that he could not leave an afterimage.

The wasteland around the university city has already started to rise. There are enclosed construction sites everywhere, and we will never see the desolation of the past.

This is fine, he thought, when the old scene disappears, the pain that happened in this scene will also fade away.

The car drove all the way to the central avenue that runs north and south of the city.

Pedestrians on both sides, more and more cars along the way, the lights are more and more glorious.

The little friends in the car are very quiet, Song Fei does not know if they are thinking about the same thing as themselves.

The last time I drove on this road was to escape.

This time it was opened on this road to commemorate.

It's only one year before and after.

The closer it is to the city center, the more traffic there is, the slower the speed, and the car can no longer move until it sees the ancient city wall holding the memorial event.

Wusheng class friends simply turned around, parked the car far away, and then walked back to the wall from another entrance.

The wall of the open-air cultural performances has been closed, and only the performers can enter. Therefore, the audience can only stop and watch on the walls of other places, or under the walls.

Because the entrance to the city wall requires tickets, and the view is not the best, so Song Fei is not very crowded here.

At this time, the performance has already started, and the people on the stage cannot be seen clearly from their perspective, but the large screen can be seen clearly, and the singing voice from the speaker can be heard more.

It was an old artist with a strong and powerful voice, and the tune was clanging.

Wusheng class friends listened quietly, some seemed to be thinking, and some seemed to think about nothing.

In fact, what is performed on the stage is not important, but on such a special day, they feel that they should commemorate it, no matter what way it is used.

Light and light flowers, white and yellow, can be seen everywhere on the city walls, which is a bit sad.

The performance of the old artist is over, the host comes on stage and begins to be sensational.

Song Fei looked at Qi Yan beside him, who was also looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yan asked.

Song Fei shook his head and said in a trance: "It just feels like a year, so fast."

Qi Yan gently embraced his shoulder, did not speak, only embraced like that, feeling each other's body temperature.

"Wilson ... johns? Why are you two here?" A male voice suddenly came from behind.

Wusheng class little friends turned around and found that they were a strange male student.

Of course for Macho, it ’s another matter ——

"Black ?!"

My friends reacted, and it was finally the lucky three treasures of the outer court.

The male classmates did n’t see Song Fei and they focused all their attention on Joskey and Mavison, because this scene is so rare that it ’s worth going back to a special book with a classmate who knows the truth: “When did you two have such a relationship? Alright, climb the wall together? "

Somehow, Qiaoma, who stood side by side on the city wall, looked at each other, and could n’t figure out how to explain it, because the whole process of turning the enemy into a friend is too long. If you have to find the source, you have to decide from the Wusheng class to the campus. The escape has begun. This really needs to be said for three days and three nights.

Song Fei sighed and came over to help his comrades-in-arms: "Simply put it in spite of whoever prys up his girlfriend, they are all a thing of the past, they are now good brothers who can't abandon." Yu Bi, a male student Reaching out, "Hello, this classmate, this is Song Fei from the Historical Institute."

The male student shook his head reflexively, holding it before turning to his head, stupefied: "They didn't have a girlfriend at all, who pryed someone? Hello, I'm Chi Xin from the Foreign Language College."

Song Fei: "They ... have no girlfriend?"

Chi Xin: "No, Ji Yao, who is fighting for our class, is about to fight. In the end, no one catches up. People directly apply for a foreign university exchange ... Hey, where do you want to drag me to? Did n’t watch the show— "

Watching classmate Chi be dragged by the two comrades to the dark distance, Song Fei turned back and looked at the comrades in arms.

A moment later, thirteen little friends lie on the city wall again, looking at the sky in the distance, and sigh in unison: "Too shameless."

When Qiao Siqi and Ma Weisen came back, Song Fei's phone just rang.

Criticism of the scammer had to be handed over to other small partners, and he took out his mobile phone and looked at the electric display. As a result, an unknown number jumped on it.

Song Fei's first reaction was a liar, but he still answered in confusion: "Hello?"

"It's me." There was no name reported, but he was very confident.

Song Fei opened his mouth in surprise: "Wang Qingyuan ?!"

Being approved 丨 Qiao Ma's friends were quiet for a moment, and came around.

Song Fei simply turned the receiver into a speaker.

Wang Qingyuan: "Well, it's me, why are you so noisy over there?"

All my friends: "Because we are all here--"

The phone was startled, and then I was happy: "Wusheng class party?"

Song Fei: "We are now on the city wall, today ... is the first anniversary."

Wang Qingyuan was silent for a long time.

Song Fei quickly changed the subject: "How are you doing?"

Wait for Wang Qingyuan to answer, Luo Geng came over and complained again: "Your kid is not interesting, there is no news for such a long time, you can't use your phone to write a letter to us anyway."

Qiao Siqi came together: "Where are you now?"

Li Jingyu added: "Is it hard to be a soldier?"

Monday Law: "Isn't anyone bullied?"

Little friends are full of talk, not to mention Wang Qingyuan, Song Fei is going to blow up: "Can you come one by one!"

I do n’t want to be on the phone, and I start to answer one by one: "It's good; writing letters is troublesome and there is nothing to write. Every day is training; not hard; no one bullies me."

Qiao Siqi: "Uh, do you think he seems to have skipped my question alone ..."

Wang Qingyuan: "The troops have confidentiality regulations, and I cannot tell you where I am."

Qiao Siqi: "Ah, sorry."

Wang Qingyuan: "It's okay. But it's not impossible to speak at all."

Song Fei: "Hey, don't make mistakes--"

Wang Qingyuan: "I need my place in the motherland."

when--

Is the bell, ringing in the bell tower not far away.

The wall suddenly became quiet, not Song Fei and their side, but all the walls, no matter the host on the stage, the actor, the audience on the wall, or the passers-by under the wall.

The mobile phone is still connected, and Wang Qingyuan over there, like them, is listening carefully.

when--

Song Fei knew that soon, the bell would spread throughout the ancient city.

Morning bells and evening drums, this is a continuation of thousands of years-in the bell, the new day begins, pregnant with vitality, with hope.

(Fanwai End)