There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

When Song Shiyue was in a coma, she received the memory of the original owner, as if forced to watch a long movie.

There are joys and sorrows, exclamations and sorrows, and the curtain ends with the darkness surrounding the smoke.

In the dead of night, Song Shiyue stood alone in the bedroom of the original owner, touching the ruined wall of the collapsed wall, a little hesitation in her heart.

This hesitation is born from the past world, from the present world, from myself, and from the original owner.

It's really a piece of unreality. I don't know where to go, where the unreality of my heart is. It appears a bit late in the heart of Song Shiyue, who has finally had the opportunity to be alone after a busy day.

In the last days, there are zombies, mutated plants, and mutated animals everywhere. At night, it is more lively than the day.Even in the safe areas of some bases, you can hear the noise from time to time outside, where is it like now...

Quiet, as if there was no sound.

Nobody.

It was like she was the only one left, herself.

The light in the bedroom is dim and illuminates people, making me very lonely.

Song Shiyue patted the dust on the broken wall lightly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

In such a difficult last days, I didn't think about loneliness or anything. Now it is a good day to have enough food and drink to survive, but I have time to hurt the spring and the autumn, thinking about something and missing it.

Wang Mancang left after eating, and the neighbor Yu Nianbing also helped Song Shiyue clean up the kitchen and dining room and left.

Song Shiyue herself is the only one left in the two opened houses.

Rather than thinking about something, it's better to study the situation of the original owner as planned.

In the previous coma, the memory of the original owner was stuffed into Song Shiyue's mind.Many things are remembered, but when they are encountered or mentioned, it always takes some time to think back.Some things that have been in the past are forgotten, and many things that should be very familiar now and need to be recalled in this way are really not convenient.

The live broadcast of "Wilder Journey" will begin in a week, and Song Shiyue feels it is necessary to make up his homework.

Thinking of this, Song Shiyue walked a few steps to the waiting mirror next to the wardrobe, and turned on the mirror light.

As soon as the white light came out, the yellowish bewilderment was swept away.

I saw the person in the mirror, of a flower-like age, with thin eyebrows like willows, eyes like pearls, delicate and pretty, and his fair skin was tender as if it could pinch water.

very nice.

The most important thing is that it resembles the original appearance of Song Shiyue.

The world is really amazing.

The same name, similar appearance.

This is why you can come here?

However, it is obvious that similar features have very different effects in different places.

In the last days, it is like a burden.

And here...

This is probably one of the reasons why the original protagonist was quickly spotted by Wanshan Entertainment's scouts. Even with average acting skills, he could become a resident actress in that sitcom and gain some fans.

Xu Shi did not completely dissipate the smoke in the house, and Song Shiyue suddenly sneezed a few times.When she rubbed her nose and raised her eyes, she saw the girl in the mirror whose half-tearless eyes were like treasure box pearls, and like a moon in the water, shining brightly.The nose with the micro-powder is even more squeamish.

Listening to Wang Mancang's guess, the program crew of "A Journey to the Wilderness" hopes that I will keep crying in the program.

It's a pity to disappoint them.

Song Shiyue's mouth was slightly bent.

The items in the house that had blocked the doors and windows indiscriminately had been cleaned up this afternoon.

The "suicide note" that was posted on the table before was taken down and torn up when Wang Mancang first entered the house.

It's under the suicide note...

Song Shiyue walked to the table and touched the table which was originally glued to the table while the "suicide" envelope was glued to the other.

Inside is a stack of money, neither thick nor thin.

The last bit of money from the original owner corresponds to the apologies to the landlord in the suicide note.

It is really……

Song Shiyue rubbed her eyebrows, unwilling to continue thinking.

At this moment, the sound of communication came from the star network port.

Slowly, click the star network step by step.

Wang Mancang's big head, which hadn't disappeared for two hours, appeared in front of him again.

Chat, chat with nothing.

Just when Song Shiyue was a little sleepy, she realized with hindsight that Wang Mancang was worried that she had just attempted suicide and lived alone at night.

If Wang Mancang was a woman, he would never leave tonight.

After I figured it out, the chat between the two has more content, which is an all-round display of Song Shiyue's attitude towards positive life.

It was just that when it was time to go to bed, Wang Mancang repeatedly said the time he would be coming tomorrow morning. The moment he cut off the communication, his eyes were still full of worry.

After breaking the communication, Song Shiyue took a brief look at the house where the original owner was already on the four walls of the house. After suffering from sleepiness, he washed up, then crooked into the guest room, ready to sleep.

As a result, as soon as his eyes closed, the communication of the wrist star network rang again.

How did this tone be turned off?Song Shiyue was very sleepy, remembering in a daze, and then sensibly told her that if she didn't receive Wang Mancang's communication, how much worry she would get from the other party, and how many minutes later...

"Huh?" Song Shiyue clicked on the communication interface, fell into the pillow wearily, and tried to open an eye.

"Asleep?" Yu Nianbing looked at the communication interface, Song Shiyue seemed to be going into a coma, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

The cold female voice, like a gurgling stream, passed by Song Shiyue's ear.

For some reason, there was a tingling itch in my heart, and even the ear bones became soft.

"Are you still asleep?" Song Shiyue tilted her head and rubbed the pillow twice, trying to open her eyes wider.

However, I was too sleepy, no matter how hard I tried, I could only hold it for a few seconds, and there was only one eye gap left.

The appearance of Yu Nianbing became a little fuzzy in Song Shiyue's eyes.

How can such a good-looking person not beat my difficulties?Song Shiyue questioned herself vaguely.

In a place that Song Shiyue couldn’t see, Yu Nianbing hesitated to pull the quilt horns, and then glanced at Song Shiyue, who seemed to be sleeping in bed on the other side, finally made up his mind and said, “Yes, yes. Can’t help me take out some of the chicken in the quick-frozen and put it on the fresh-keeping layer on top, so that tomorrow we can make some soup and drink it without defrosting."

"Now? Go get the chicken?" Song Shiyue, who was almost going to sleep, almost thought that she had heard it wrong, and tried her best to open her eyes. "Didn't you just let Uncle Wang come forward? Are you here tomorrow?"

"Come here, go get it." Yu Nianbing's face was calm and serious, and the corner of the corner had been pulled into a summary where the light curtain could not shine.

Song Shiyue's eyes slowly drooped as she wandered on the bed.

"The hens your Uncle Wang sent here are the hens raised by Agricultural Star. The longer you leave them in quick-freezing, the worse the taste. You go to get the fresh-keeping layer, and tomorrow we will stew the chicken soup for two hours, and the meat will separate. The chicken is scattered in the pot. Add the sliced ​​potatoes and cabbage, and simmer for another quarter of an hour. The potatoes are soft, the cabbage is fresh and sweet, and another bite of chicken mixed with soup..." Yu Nianbing said unhurriedly.

Then I saw the little girl on the bed who was still digging into the quilt with ink stains. She sneaked into the pillow and swallowed, then slowly opened her eyes.

"Go now." Song Shiyue turned over and looked down for slippers.

Originally, when Song Shiyue was lying down and connected to the video, Yu Nianbing could only see the little girl and the pillow, and could not really see the surrounding situation.Coupled with Song Shiyue's appearance of going to sleep while driving the video, it is difficult for Yu Nianbing not to think about the morning.It's just that if you directly ask the little girl to let her look at the surrounding situation, it is really a little deliberate, if you are okay at all and are stimulated by yourself, it will be bad.This is what I came up with temporarily...

Now Song Shiyue sat up and looked down for her shoes again, enough for Nian Bing to see the situation there clearly.But just a few words greeted Song Shiyue's spirits, speaking clear and energetic, and also made Yu Nianbing relieved.

I'm sure that the person is okay, the excuse I made before is just...

Song Shiyue found her slippers, put them on and stood firmly, raised her head suddenly, looking at Yu Nianbing's sight, a little hesitant and tangled.

With his eyes facing each other, Yu Nianbing felt an excuse being seen through through the star network. He couldn't help but sit upright, thinking that if Song Shiyue realized that she was attacking her, what should she say... …

"Should you put mushrooms?" Song Shiyue asked seriously.

"..." Yu Nianbing loosened the horny lump he was pulling hard, and glanced at Song Shiyue lightly, "Don't let it go, let it go."

"Oh." Song Shiyue's eyes disappeared, and she pulled her slippers to the master bedroom.

Yu Nianbing watched the little girl open doors, stepped over the broken wall, and walked all the way to her kitchen until she opened the refrigerator door. For some reason, she couldn't think of the phrase "I thought about it, there will be more people tomorrow, I It's not going to pass, you can cook some soup yourself." said it.

It shouldn't be like this, a puppy or something, just feed it once.

"Tomorrow..." Yu Nianbing tried to stay calm and spoke.

"Huh? By the way, how many pots can I bring up?" Song Shiyue raised her head holding a pot of frozen chicken.

If he thinks it well, rolling and rolling in his belly, Yu Nianbing lowered his eyes slightly in Song Shiyue's slightly hot sight, paused for a long time, and said, "All."

In the little girl's eyes, layers of joy were filled.

The reappearance of blooming flowers inevitably fascinates people.

Yu Nianbing looked away.

It’s okay to feed the cute puppy more times, right?

However, there does not seem to be such a big saucepan over there... Yu Nianbing recalled the kitchen utensils over there, and when she didn't even realize it, her lips slightly bend.

Fortunately, the refrigerator at Nianbing's house is big enough and there are not many things. Several large pots of chicken are brought up from the quick-frozen, and they are filled with fresh preservation.

Song Shiyue placed the last pot of chickens, touched the stainless steel pots, and suddenly had a strange idea.

Before, Yu Nianbing was not worried that he would continue to burn charcoal at night, so he borrowed these pots to store chickens in advance...

However, this thought only flashed through Song Shiyue's heart, and she was classified as impossible.

Although Yu Nianbing is not as indifferent and difficult to get along with in the circle, but it is not for strangers, oh, it is the people who have passed her heat and are worse than strangers so exhausted.

At both ends of the star network, the two people were thinking about each other, and they heard the doorbell ding ding dong dong.

Song Shiyue looked at Yu Nianbing on the suspended screen.

"Just as if I'm not at home. You close the refrigerator and go back to sleep." Yu Nianbing lowered her voice.

Song Shiyue nodded and closed the refrigerator door gently.

"Yu Nianbing, you actually blackened me!"

Just when Song Shiyue stood on tiptoe and was ready to go back lightly, the doorbell heard a sound of clapping, mixed with a female voice.

"Wait..." Yu Nianbing frowned.

The author has something to say:

Song Shiyue: Same name, similar appearance.This is why you can come here?

Lin Mianmian:???