The ninth floor is said to be high or not, and it is said to be low or not.
The height is high enough to avoid being surrounded by zombies. If zombies gather in groups and build a zombie wall, it is not difficult to climb the stairs. At the same time, the objects downstairs are within the range of the archery attack. Standing on the top of the building, you can have a panoramic view of everything below.
It can be said that it is quite suitable as a personal temporary fortress.
When Feng Lin went upstairs, he walked very quickly, without stopping for a moment, and his breathing was messed up - not because of fatigue, but because of excitement.
He used to be reluctant to even go on business trips. He could take classes and work seriously, but whenever he had free time, he would want to send messages to Yang Yiqin. This is the first time they have lost contact for so long since they got together.
Counting from yesterday morning, it was only one day and one night since he saw each other, but he felt as if a lifetime had passed.
Wang Che behind him could hardly keep up with Feng Lin's speed. The moment he climbed up to the top floor and saw Yang Yiqin, he was almost moved to tears.
I saw Yang Yiqin opening the safety door of the stairwell and standing there waiting for them.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Before Yang Yiqin could speak, Feng Lin refuted his words very seriously: "This is not your home."
Wang Che: "..."
Feng Lin looked at Yang Yiqin with persistent eyes: "This is my home."
After saying that, he placed the arrow in Yang Yiqin's palm, then stepped forward, hugged him, and tightened his arms tightly. He pressed his forehead against the other person's shoulder, feeling the other person's body temperature through the thin summer clothes, and did not raise his head for a long time.
Only then did I finally have the real feeling of being alive.
"I'm back."
Feng Lin whispered.
Yang Yiqin raised his hand and touched the other person's hair: "Welcome home."
Feng Lin's hair is light brown, and the hair near the temples and neck has been shaved off. This hairstyle makes his aura even sharper and complements him very well. The reason why he got this haircut was because Yang Yiqin complimented others on how cool it was to shave the sideburns.
Since then, Yang Yiqin rarely complimented other people's hairstyles - he was afraid that Feng Lin would suddenly come back with a bald haircut one day, and he also thought his hair looked good now.
The two of them originally had thousands of words in their hearts, but at the moment when they embraced each other, they all became sparse and ordinary but precious small talk. Yang Yiqin stroked Feng Lin's temples and said with a smile: "The end of the world is here, and now you can't keep your cool hair."
"It's okay." Feng Lin said, "If you don't have professional tools, you can just use a knife to scrape."
Yang Yiqin raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of cutting your head off?"
"Trust your skills."
"Indeed, I started playing with knives when I was three years old."
At this point, both of them laughed.
Yang Yiqin did not forget to settle the score with him: "Are you still running away from home?"
"No." Feng Lin's voice was dull, "I will never leave you again."
Because it was a one-echelon-one-unit design, they stood in the shared front room between the elevator and stairs and hugged each other without even entering the room. Wang Che on the side lowered his sense of presence with a look and stood silently by the wall. While he was moved, he burst into tears for his loneliness and helplessness.
However--
Wang Che couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "Brother, ten minutes have passed. Aren't you hungry?"
Yang Yiqin pressed Feng Lin's head, and the other party finally raised his head.
He was slightly taller than Yang Yiqin. After standing upright, he lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelids. He looked like a hunter with his claws closed and very submissive.
Yang Yiqin asked: "Don't you have anything to eat?"
Feng Lin nodded: "Not yet."
Wang Che touched his belly and said, "I'm almost hungry. If you hadn't killed all the zombies with one arrow just now, Brother Yang, we might not even be able to defeat them."
"That's you." In front of Yang Yiqin, Feng Lin never admits defeat, "I can beat him."
"Are there no snacks or anything like that in the studio? If you don't collect any supplies, you might get trapped and die on the road while running." Yang Yiqin opened the door and greeted the two of them as he walked inside, "Come in quickly. , Fortunately there is still gas at home, let me cook some rice for you, maybe you won't be able to eat pure white rice in the future."
Wang Che's face collapsed: "Brother Yang, don't say that. I felt a little safer just now. When you say that, I start to feel anxious again."
Feng Lin said: "Anxiety is a good thing. Born in sorrow and died in happiness."
Wang Che: "..."
The pattern has grown.
During the meal, the three of them exchanged the information they obtained during the day and night to prepare for future survival - mainly Feng Lin and Yang Yiqin were communicating.
Wang Che, on the other hand, is thinking about the possibility of finding his parents.
I don't know if there will be days like this for peaceful dining in the future.
"Speaking of which, this is my first time coming to your home." Wang Che looked around the room and said, "Although I played basketball several times on the basketball court downstairs, I have never been invited here by Feng Lin. "
"It's probably not that I didn't invite you," Yang Yiqin said, "Grandpa Feng lived here at that time."
I still remember that in the first semester of my senior year of high school, Grandpa Feng was hospitalized due to illness. Feng Lin didn't show it on the surface, but he was actually very depressed. At that time, Yang Yiqin and he could only be regarded as "basketball friends". He accidentally discovered that the other party had disappeared for many days, and even He stopped provoking himself and just waited for him on the basketball court for several days.
Later, Yang Yiqin learned the truth and stayed with him.
It's a pity that Mr. Feng still didn't survive that winter.
Now that Feng Lin has come out, the two of them no longer shy away from mentioning the deceased Grandpa Feng.
Wang Che didn't know much about Feng Lin's personal affairs, so he suddenly realized what he said and nodded with a smile: "Really?"
"No." Feng Lin rolled up his sleeves and put away the bowls and chopsticks, "There's just no need to invite."
After saying that, he turned around and went to wash the dishes.
One of them always cooks and the other washes the dishes. Such a simple, clear and fair division of labor is Yang Yiqin's style at first glance.
"...That's right. Although Feng Lin and I are classmates in high school, we have a normal relationship. I have only helped him play basketball a few times. I am definitely not as familiar as co-founding a studio now." Wang Che scratched his head and asked a little awkwardly, "Yes Brother Yang, can you arrange some work for me? There are zombies outside, and I can't calm down at all. I always feel uncomfortable if I don't do something."
Yang Yiqin was cleaning the recovered arrows. Hearing this, he said to him: "Then help me sharpen the arrows."
Wang Che: "Grinding arrowheads?"
"Yes, for price and safety reasons, most of the knives and arrows I buy are unedged." Yang Yiqin took out a few new arrows and handed them to him, "Last night I took the whetstone and fired them most of the night. The blade came in handy this morning."
Wang Che was surprised: "There is actually a whetstone at home?"
Yang Yiqin smiled: "Personal hobbies, personal hobbies." After saying that, he pinched his arm again and shook his head, "I have been grinding for most of the night, and the muscles in my arms are a bit sore. I am not in good condition anymore."
Since he has been busy with work during this period, his exercise time has been greatly reduced. Although his skills are still strong, they are still a bit worse than at his peak. Otherwise, the amount of work last night would have made his arms sore.
But now that he is in the end of the world, he has to undergo training every minute in order to survive. He should be able to return to his peak condition in a few days.
Hearing Yang Yiqin say that he was not in good condition, Wang Che thought of the figure of the other party standing on the terrace shooting arrows an hour ago.
Is this still okay?
Wang Che gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Brother Yang, I have admired you since high school!"
Speaking of high school, while drying and oiling the arrows, Yang Yiqin thought of the past: "When you were in high school, many years have passed in the blink of an eye."
Starting from the second semester of his freshman year, Yang Yiqin started working part-time as a tutor in a family in Tonghuayuan Community on weekdays and weekends. Because he likes sports, after discovering that there is such a large and newly built basketball court next to the community, he will play basketball for an hour every time after his tutoring class.
It was also at that time that he met Feng Lin, who was still in high school.