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Sunday, February 10, 2013.

Today is the Spring Festival, Zhang Xiaoqiang's first Spring Festival in the last days, a one-man Spring Festival.

I remember when I was a child, every day on this day, the family prepared the New Year's goods early, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot shower and changed into new clothes, and watched his parents prepare ingredients for the Chinese New Year's Eve meal.

The dried rooster lay on the ground and "fluttered" weakly, and the scattered feathers fluttered slowly in the air. Mother carrying a hot water bucket ready to scald the rooster, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister were watching with melon seeds, the mother was carrying two chicken feet, the chicken head hung down lightly, blood beads dripped down the beak and mouth on the ground, drawing a red line, from the chicken head to the chicken feet in the boiling bucket clockwise rotation, the dead rooster burst out of the last strength, spread its wings and fluttered in the bucket, the boiling water was lifted out of the bucket and sprinkled around, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister screamed to dodge. Attracted the mother's scolding, loudly reminding not to stain the new clothes.

It is rare for a serious father on weekdays to be no longer straight-faced. Holding a plate of spring rolls wrapped yesterday, he stood by the oil pot and watched the fire, humming an out-of-tune tune in his mouth, and letting Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister scream and make trouble next to him. Pedestrians on the street are hurrying home, hoping to get home early to celebrate the New Year with their families.

At night, his father took out a big red whip and hung it under the eaves, Zhang Xiaoqiang followed his father's ass like a little tail and spun around, and his sister hid behind the door, covering her ears and looking out.

"Crackling" firecrackers sounded, a family of four sat together, the table was full of sumptuous dishes, and the father poured a glass of white wine and tasted it slowly. Mother held the bowl and muttered that she would get up early tomorrow and go to the countryside to see her grandmother. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister buried their heads and gulped down the food, but their eyes were looking between the dishes on the table.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, his mother put away the table, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister sat by the white charcoal brazier, eating melon seeds and peanuts and watching the "Spring Festival Gala". The father sat in the middle with a teacup, taking a sip of strong tea from time to time, and when Chen Peisi's bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiangji and his sister laughed loudly, and their parents' faces were also full of smiles.

Thinking of the past, and thinking of the current scene, a sadness permeated my heart.

The Spring Festival of the last days made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel extremely lonely, looking at the copycat mobile phone next to the pillow, he prayed that someone could send him a Spring Festival greeting text message, even if it was a 1008 telecom advertisement! The phone was still silent, despair was evolving in his heart, and the feeling of becoming more and more lonely made him go crazy, and he picked up the phone and slammed it on the floor tiles.

The "pop ......" mobile phone was smashed into three petals on the ground, and the fuselage, battery, and back shell bounced off the ground in a staggered manner, fell, and rolled to the side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, looking at the broken mobile phone on the ground in a daze!

I don't know how long it took, my mood slowly calmed down, I picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it, watching the cockroaches crawling happily inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood began to get better again.

At least I'm still alive, at least I'm still standing here and playing with cockroaches, I'm at least luckier than 90 out of 100 people in the world, and I'm still breathing the air that's not so fresh.

"Huh!" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, thinking that he was an older otaku, he had always been heartless, why did he become sentimental in the last days?

Today is the Spring Festival, the most important festival for the Chinese, why can't you have a one's Spring Festival?

Thinking of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist, it was already noon, he began to get busy, boiled a pot of water on the induction cooker with bottled water, took a luxurious bath, and took the first bath after the end came, refreshed and changed into clean clothes, poured out the black and gray muddy bath water, and came to the kitchen.

A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of braised pork, a bowl of steamed eggs, and a large bowl of Chinese cabbage in soup.

This simple and luxurious Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on weekdays was placed on the table, and three more dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table, which were parents and sister, and there was an extra wine glass full of white wine next to his father's chopsticks, and Zhang Xiaoqiang poured himself a glass of "Great Wall Jie Baina Dry Red" and drank it slowly.

A bottle of dry red unconsciously drunk, depression in his heart made him want to drink, picked up the "Rice Blossom Fragrance" liquor bottle and poured it into his mouth, half a bottle of liquor in the stomach, drunk in the daze he seemed to go back to the past, the family sat around, the mother said that the family was short, the father didn't pay attention to anything, just held the wine glass slowly embellished, from time to time with a chopstick dish on the white wine belly, the sister was on the side of the noisy to ask for a pair of new leather shoes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up with a severe headache, lifted the quilt and got out of bed stiffly, the cold air made him feel a chill, and he picked up the water bottle and drank it in one go, only to relieve the dry mouth all night.

Heat up the leftovers from yesterday with an induction cooker and eat them as breakfast, but I drank too much wine last night, so that my mouth was full of bitterness, and I don't know what it tastes like when I eat breakfast in my mouth?

As in the past, when the task in the morning was completed, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to rest, holding the MP9 military sniper crossbow and standing on the windowsill to practice aiming at the zombies downstairs, 80 steel balls were squandered by him in the name of practice, six crossbow arrows he was not willing to use, it was difficult to find them when he shot them, dozens of shooting exercises made his accuracy have made great progress, at least he will not point to the west anymore.

Through the crosshair on the MP9 sniper crossbow scope, he aimed at an agile evolutionary mutant zombie, the zombie was wandering, and his MP9 slowly moved with the movement of the zombie, and the zombie in the scope was in a commotion, and pounced in one direction.

"Is there a situation?" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the sniper crossbow, picked up the 10x telescope and stared at it, in his sight, the zombies pounced on another agile zombie, and the ordinary zombies around him also began to riot and surround them.

"Zombie infighting?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little stupid holding the binoculars! The telescope observes the attacked zombie.

This is an agile mutant zombie, it looks stronger than the average agile zombie, and it is more flexible, about 1.4 meters, a large section shorter than ordinary zombies, and it moves quickly with its back bent, how can other zombies pounce on it, grabbing something with both hands and feeding it to its mouth.

At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see what it was grabbing, and when it was facing him, he saw that a rat's tail was exposed in its hand.

The rats were not big, so the riots did not last long, and after the rats were eaten, the zombies also regained their calm.

Watch as the slightly stronger agile zombie downstairs returns to the other side of the street, where there is a row of old-fashioned tiled houses, and a gutter in the corner, from which the rats must have escaped.

"Could it be that the D virus only works for humans?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it, and saw the agile zombie staying quietly in the gutter, which was linked to the power-type mutant zombie he killed the day before yesterday.

"D Virus + Flesh + Rain = Zombie Evolution?" Zhang Xiaoqiang somewhat understands the reason for the evolution of zombies.